The Destiny of Species
an excerpt

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[In today's passage we see the MMC talk himself out of an incest scene I had been preparing for him for chapters. The bastard! Warning, dirty words and topics.]

She woke and wiggled in his lap, purring. He stroked her softly. "Did your session with Mr Miller go well today, my little dab?"

She nodded. "Daddyyy?"

"Yes, love?" He ruffled her head. She wanted something, but that was OK. He was feeling indulgent, relaxed, and mellow.

Her voice was small, worried. "Am I a bad girl?"

"What? No! Did Mr Miller tell you that?" He scowled at the idea.

"No, but... there's stuff I didn't tell him."

"Like what?" His stomach suddenly felt hollow. What had happened to her that she had not confided even to her therapist?

"Am I bad?" she repeated.

"No." He hastened to reassure her, trying to show her that he earnestly believed what he was saying. "I can honestly tell you that nothing you did in that shipping container made you a bad girl. You are my angel, and anything you have done is fine by me. I will always love you, no matter what."

"Daddy..." Her voice sank to a whisper. "I... liked it."

"Oh, my poor love." He held her tight, kissed her. "It's all right. Mr Miller told me about this. It's called Stockholm syndrome. You start to like your situation, you begin to relate to the person who is keeping you incarcerated. It's normal, love. It will fade with time."

"No. It wasn't like that. I mean, yeah, I spoke to Mr Miller about Stockholm syndrome, and he explained it, and I'm sure that's not what I had. I hated that guy, and I hated what he did to me..." She moved her hand protectively between her legs, clamping her skirt in place. "Well, most of it. But some of it, I kinda liked, and I imagined... I imagined bad stuff."

He rocked her gently. "There, there. The bad stuff's gone now."

She shook her head. "No, you don't understand. I didn't think it was bad. It was what I've always prayed for. But I know that it was bad... well, naughty to imagine. I imagined... well, I imagined it was you. And that made even the bad bits feel really good."

"Oh, love." He didn't know what else to say, just held her, stroking, rocking.

"Daddy... it's okay." He noticed that her hand between her legs was moving slightly. "I'm not broken inside. I was like this even before he got me. The memories don't hurt anymore. Being held doesn't hurt."

"I'm glad." He was.

"But, maybe I want it to hurt." She was rubbing herself openly now, and he didn't know how to react. "I've wanted you spanking me and holding me down and fucking me and biting me and loving me ever since I can remember. I know you want it too."

He froze. Did she know? How could she? "I don't, I wouldn't dream of it. You were right, Leonie, it is wrong, but Mr Miller can help..."

"I know you have a little retard Apie girl on the mainland. I know you call her Leonie when you rape her."

He looked at her, his mind a blank of horror. "Oh God. How did you find out? I'm so sorry. Leonie, love, I would never..."

"I didn't know. I just guessed. But thank you for confirming it. I don't feel so scared now I know you really do want me. I'm sorry you can't rape me daddy. I have my consent card and I'm giving you my consent. I'm begging you to love me like you loved mom." She looked up at him with her mother's insistent lustful eyes. "She wasn't much older than me the first time, was she?"

She squirmed and slipped off his lap, down between his knees, hiking her dress up to play with herself directly. Come-to-bed eyes looked up at him, her mouth ajar and panting as she fumbled with his belt. "Please Daddy. I want you. I want your cock inside me, I want your seed pushing out that filthy man's dirt, I want to taste you and orgasm around you and melt in your arms and know that I will never, ever again have to worry that I might die before I make love to you."

Adam pushed himself up out of the chair and stood, dizzy. He stepped away, trembling, seeing her through a haze of lust, a kneeling supplicant before him. "Before I met your mother, I would have fucked you ragged for that little speech. Fucked you until we both bled raw. And maybe in a few months, if you still feel the same way, we can talk about it. I'm... I feel like a real shit walking away. But then again, I'd be a shit if I stayed. I'm sorry."

"Daddy!"

He turned, walked stiffly to the door. "Please understand, if there's any chance it might just be what happened talking, I love you way too much to take advantage of you. I can't. I need to know you really mean it, and that I won't lose you because of it."

He had reached the door, grasping the door handle like a drowning man. He wrenched it open, stepped though, ignoring her cries, and closed it behind him. He walked away down the passage, stepped through a door at random, and closed it, too, behind him, leaning against it. An empty office.

Only then did he let himself sink to his knees and cry silent tears.

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"Daddy?" Her voice was small. "Are you in there? I'm sorry. I'm sorry and I need to talk to you. For real this time. I won't try that again, not unless you ask me to first. But I need to talk to you." She had decided - she was going to tell him everything. All about Mr Miller, about everything that had happened. No more lies. "I need to talk to you, and please, now, I really *really* need a hug. I... I need to know you don't hate me."

There was a sound of someone moving against the door, standing up. Wet sniffling. The door opened and she was in his arms, loved and safe again.

For a long time, she just held him. She had forgotten how good it felt when she was sad for her dad to just hold her and make it all better. His strong arms would keep all the bad things away.

Eventually, once all her tension had seeped out, replaced by a warm soft purr, he kissed the top of her head. "Poor kitten. I'm sorry I walked out. You look as bad as I feel." He kissed up the tears soaked into her fur. "What did you want to talk about, love?"

She looked up at him. His eyes were as warm as the arms wrapped around her. If she told him what she'd done, what she'd agreed to do, she might lose him forever. "Nothing, Dad." She kissed his chest. "It's all better now." She closed her eyes and snuggled tighter against him.

[Why was she trying to seduce him? read the whole thing and find out.]