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Raping my daughter in a room full of mirrors/Stripped, whipped and raped by Daddy/Raping my sleeping daughter on the bathroom floor/Daddy is a sexual predator/Raped by Mom and Dad at the swinger's party
My daughter Caitlin’s cunt hole was the Holy Grail. Getting my cock into that familial teeny snatch was all I thought about. To look at her and know that she was mine, that she had sprung from my loins eighteen ears ago, that she was the living embodiment of what her mother had looked like then-it all just drove me nuts. I had to have her at any cost.
But the question was how? Blackmail? What could I blackmail her with? A fancy dress party where I could pretend I was someone else and try and seduce her? But she would know my voice. I fantasized about having those masks like they did in the movies, those that were ultra-realistic and a voice could be emulated as well. But that technology just didn't exist yet.
I could go down the road of rape, but then that would get me twenty years in jail, and I didn't want to spend the next two decades trying to avoid gang rape in the showers.
I could straight out proposition her, but then she would just disown me.
This was a real problem in my life. How was I going to get to fuck my daughter?
And then one night, the solution presented itself.
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It was midnight, and I was on my way home from a late night at the office, when my wife phoned and told me to pick up Caitlin from a party.
The party was at some rich kid’s house. There was a mass of heaving bodies, drink was flowing, women were dancing half naked on the tables, and I could see some pills were being popped. Suddenly there was a guy right in my face.
“Hey man, aren't you a bit too old to be here?”
I was just about to tell him I was looking for my daughter, when he held his hand in front of me to show a blue pill in his palm. He leaned in close to my ears to make himself heard.
“New pills man. I call them ‘bitch-fuckers.’ Slip it into any chick’s drink and she’s out like a light in half an hour. You're free to nail that bitch while she’s in dreamland. Just one hundred dollars man, I say that’s a knockdown price for what it can give you.”
My heart leapt. I instantly saw my chance. I took out my wallet, slipped him one hundred dollars, and took the pill from his hand.
“Best money you ever spent man. Now take your pick.” I had already picked.
