Mr. William Lutz had done something bad. He’d done something very stupid. Something that he hoped against hope that no one would ever find out about, especially his wife Maureen and his young daughter, Melanie.

Melanie looked up to her father. To her, he was a hero. In her eyes, her Daddy could do no wrong. He spoiled her rotten, giving her just about anything she wanted. He treated his wife the same way. He made enough money so that Maureen didn’t have to work.

Yes, life in the Lutz household was idyllic. Until it wasn’t. William’s stupidity was about to come to light. A day was coming that would shatter their lives and shake them to their core. And it was all William’s fault.

Although they’d been married for seventeen years, Maureen didn’t know her husband as well as she thought she did. He had a secret. He’d been gambling in an underground poker room for the last five years. It was in basement of a family owned restaurant a couple towns over from where the Lutz family lived.

He found out about it from a coworker who seemed to always have money to burn. This place had been kept secret for more than fifty years.

There was poker, blackjack, craps and roulette, among others. They even had several girls who made use of a stage and a stripper pole.

To become a member, a person had to pay a fee of a thousand dollars a year to be admitted and kept in good standing. That fee also got you a steep discount if you wanted to have some “alone time” with the strippers. You could have an hour with any one of them for a hundred and fifty dollars. The girls were on their backs, servicing the members, more than they were on stage. What the members of the club didn’t know, was that every single time one of the strippers had sex, it was videoed and the recordings were kept in a locked room. The owners of the club saw it as insurance. Even members of the city’s finest were on those recordings.

William himself had been coerced more than once to spend some of his winnings with one of the girls. He hated cheating on his lovely wife, but in order to keep in good standing with the club, he felt he didn’t have a choice.

Another thing that the members were unaware of, was the fact that the oldest of the strippers had just turned sixteen. The rest were younger than her. The club owners saw this as insurance as well. Not one single member could afford for anyone to find out that he’d screwed an underage girl.

William had had a long-running string of good luck, pretty much ever since he became a member. He was a world-class blackjack player that got cocky. The club owners had let it slide for quite a while.

One day during a meeting in an undisclosed location, the subject of his cockiness came up. After a little deliberation, it was decided that enough was enough.

William had won a very large sum of money and decided that he no longer wanted to spend any of it on the young girls. It was time to teach him a lesson. William had to start either having lots of sex with the girls, or start losing.

A Mister Lester Holtsclaw was the man who owned the club. His managers hadn’t had any luck in persuading William to change his mind about screwing any the club’s ‘girls”. It was time for a one-on-one with Mr. Holtsclaw.

When William showed up, he was swiftly escorted into a private office. He had no clue that this office even existed.

Once inside and seated, Mr. Holtsclaw began,” Billy, Billy, Billy, you’ve been a very bad boy.” William hated being called “Billy”. Her answered,” Have I? What have I done wrong? I paid my dues only last week.”

Holtsclaw got up from his chair, walked around his desk, and sat down on the edge of it so that William had to roll his chair back to make room.

He then said, “Billy-Boy, I thought you were aware of the rules. You have to play by my rules in order to remain in good standing with my club.”

William swallowed hard, somehow sensing that this meeting was going south. He nervously said, “I thought I was following all the rules. What have I missed?

Lester then told him l, “I’m aware that you recently had a very good run of “luck”, to the tune of a hundred and ninety-five thousand. First of all, how have you or how do you plan to explain to your wife about the recent addition to your checking account. I know for a fact that it’s a joint account with her. I also know how much money you make at your job. Debugging software pays pretty good, but not that good. Have you even told her, or for that matter, anyone else about my club?”

All the color in William’s face drained away, and a slight sheen of sweat was forming on his brow. He finally answered,” No, I haven’t told anyone. Especially my wife. She’s pretty religious so she and her family frown on gambling. What, uh..., what can I do to get back to being in good standing with your club?”

Holtsclaw’’s eyes narrowed. He said, “Well, Billy, it’s like this. This is my club, and I make the rules. Those rules need to be followed, to the letter. Following rules to the letter ensures that all my members have a nice place to, let’s say, relax and unwind. We have sone very powerful members here, as I’m sure you know. Doctors, lawyers, high-ranking politicians that are on the local, state and some even national level. They all need their privacy and anonymity. My rules ensure that all that happens. My most important and absolutely unwavering rule is; when you win big here, as you’ve recently done, you need to spend big here.”

William began to get angry. “Now hold on, Mr. Holtsclaw! Ive lost my fair share of money here, same as anyone else!” Holtsclaw held up his hand to stop William from speaking.

“Billy-Boy, some of my managers think you’ve been counting cards. Now in legal gambling establishments, it’s not illegal to count cards, but it is frowned upon. But here, it’s simply not tolerated. I might’ve looked the other way, but since you’ve repeatedly refused to spend some of your winnings here, well ... let’s say we have a problem. All you had to do, Billy-Boy, was fuck my girls a few times. And since you won so much, you should have been doing a lot of fucking. Why haven’t you been fucking my girls?”

William was white as a ghost. When he answered, he could barely speak. “ Mr. Holtsclaw, I uh ... I’m a mar-married man. I d-don’t like to cheat on my wife.” To which Holtsclaw answered, “Billy, you’ve already cheated on...” He checked something on his phone...”Maureen”.

With that, he stood up and returned to his expensive leather chair. He reached into the lap drawer of his desk and retrieved a remote control of some kind.

“Billy-Boy, pay attention to the flat-screen on the wall over there. Don’t worry about our privacy. The office door is locked.”

Holtsclaw pressed a button on the remote and a picture appeared on the screen. There was no denying what the picture was of.

William’s palms were suddenly sweaty. “ Tell me, Billy-Boy. Do you know where this photo was taken? William whispered, “That’s the master bedroom in my home. When ... how ... did you get that photo?” Holtsclaw answered,” Never mind how I got it.”

Holtsclaw pressed another button on the remote. “And this picture? What room is this?” William swallowed hard and whispered, “That’s ... uh ... m-my daughter’s ... um ... bedroom. How...?”

“Like I just said, Billy, never mind how I got it. Just know that I did. Sit tight there Billy-Boy.

You’re gonna love these next few photos.” Holtsclaw was enjoying himself.

The next photo made William’s blood run cold. “Tell me, Billy-Boy, exactly what does this photo show? Isn’t that you and your dear wife asleep in your bed?” That’s exactly what it was. William was shaking and on the verge of tears. He couldn’t decide if he was raging mad, or shit-scared. He nervously asked, “What do you want?”

Holtsclaw answered, “All in good time, Billy-Boy. All in good time. First, a few more ... family photos.”

The next photo showed his lovely daughter asleep in her bed. William didn’t say anything, except for a sharp gasp. The photo that followed showed William’s daughter asleep in bed again, except this one was a close-up of her face. It proved that someone was actually in her bedroom and standing right over her. He thought, “Someone had been in my house! The other photos could have been taken with a hidden camera of some

kind. SOMEHOW, SOMEONE TOOK THIS PHOTO FROM INSIDE MY FUCKING HOUSE!”

He started to react, but Holtsclaw stopped him by telling him, “Right now, Billy-Boy, I own your ass! If you think that last photo was shocking, you’re gonna LOVE the next few!”

The bedrooms in William and Maureen’s home each had it’s own private bathroom. The next photo showed Maureen in the bathroom, showering. There she was, up on Holtsclaw’s giant flat-screen, in all her naked glory.

William was now very angry, but he knew better than to say anything.

That photo was shocking enough, but it didn’t come even close to being as shocking as the next one. It showed his precious daughter Melanie, in all HER naked glory, as she was showering! He’d hadn’t seen his little girl naked since she was three years old! He happened to glance over to Holtsclaw and noticed an evil grin on his face, and he looked back at William. “Tasty little morsel, isn’t she, Billy-

Boy?” Billy-Boy was seething, but still said nothing.

Holtsclaw then said, “This next part is one of my favorites, and one that gets my cock hard every time I watch it. Oh, and it’s not a photo. No, Billy-Boy, it’s a video. We need the volume turned up for this one. It’s quite sexy.”

When the screen changed, it showed William having sex with his wife, and they weren’t under the blankets. Maureen was on her knees, ass up high, and William had her by the hips while he pounded her. It was quite graphic. What made it worse, was the fact that Maureen was moaning and encouraging her husband to “pound her harder”.

Holtsclaw couldn’t resist commenting. “ Damn, Billy-Boy, you got a hot one there. Jesus, look at those titties swing! You two really should be more quiet when you’re fucking. Don’t tell me neither one of you ever thought that little Melanie might be eavesdropping. Lets just switch to her bedroom and see what she’s doing while you’re fucking your old lady. Keep in mind, this is in real time.”

The screen changed again. This video showed his daughter, naked as the day she was born and on top of her blankets. Her legs were spread wide because she was furiously masturbating. William tried his best to look away, but couldn’t.

Suddenly, Melanie turned over and got up on her hands and knees, then took one hand and shoved it between her legs to resume masturbating.

Holtsclaw was staring at the screen and obviously enjoying the scene unfold.

Then he said, “Let’s listen in, shall we? You’re gonna love this part. He turned the volume up quite a bit. Melanie was softly moaning, then she said something that shocked William more than he could describe. Melanie was chanting, “Ooh, yes, fuck my tight little cunt!

Just then, Holtsclaw paused the video, and used the remote to zoom in on Melanie’s extremely wet little sixteen year old twat. He then turned to William and asked,” Tell me, Billy-

Boy, does that make your dick hard? How did it make you feel, hearing your own precious little girl practically screaming while she’s diddling herself?”

William couldn’t answer, so Holtsclaw spoke again. “ Billy-Boy, as I said earlier, I own you. I have all this footage, to use as I see fit. You didn’t play by my rules, so now, you must be punished. See, Billy-Boy, you’re not the only computer whiz. My I.T. guy hacked into your computers at home and where you work, as well as your whole family’s and all your cell phones. With a few keyboard strokes, your life is ruined. Understand me? I also have footage of your horizontal activities, shall we say, with my girls that you were encouraged to spend time with. We might have encouraged you, but once you got busy, that was all you, my friend. You’d never be able to prove otherwise. And Billy-Boy, all my girls are under age. Some of them are very young. You wouldn’t want those pictures and videos to become public, now would you?”

William jumped when his cell phone suddenly rang. Holtsclaw said, “That’ll be your wife calling. You’re gonna want to answer her.” William looked perplexed, then looked down to see that it was, in fact, Maureen calling him. When he answered, she sounded upset. “Will? What’s going on with our checking account? I’m at the grocery store and when I went to pay, our bank card was declined! I tried our credit cards and they were all declined, too!”

Before William could respond to his wife, Holtsclaw said, “Tell her to wait five minutes, then try your bank card again.” William looked beaten, then told his wife, “Hold on, Maureen, I think it’s just a computer glitch. Let me call you back in five...”

He hung up, then Holtsclaw told him, “I told you. I own your ass.” With that, he opened his laptop, made a few keystrokes, and said,” There, the account is active again. Good thinking about ‘a computer glitch’. So far, your wife is none the wiser. If you’re smart, we can keep it that way.”

William finally called his wife back and told her he’d taken care of the financial situation. He then turned his attention back to the man in front of him. “ Okay, Holtsclaw, you’ve made your point. I’ll just give back everything I’ve won.”

Holtsclaw responded, “Wouldn’t it be nice if it were that easy? But it’s not. All you had to do was play by my rules. You didn’t, so now, there are consequences.”

“What consequences? I’ll have sex with your girls. Would that make us square?” Holtsclaw. answered, “I’m afraid it’s not that easy, either. Lets look at a few more photos. Shall we?”

At that moment, then screen changed again. It showed a hard-drive taped to the bottom of something. Holtsclaw spoke up. “This is the bottom of one of your dresser drawers. That hard-drive contains thousands of photos and videos of underage girls and boys, in various stages of undress, as well as engaging in graphic sex acts, both with each other, and with you. It is undeniable proof that you, Billy-Boy, are an evil, sexual, deviant. You sir, according to the photos and videos on that hard-drive, are a pedophile.”

Billy-Boy, er ... William started to cry, hyperventilate, wail and then plead, with Holtsclaw. “I ... never ... ha-had sex with a chi- child!” To which Holtsclaw answered, “Yes you have. I have indisputable proof. My ‘girls’ are chosen because of their young age. And some of them, Billy-Boy are very young.”

William knew he was beaten.

He stammered, “W-what do you want? I’ll do any ... anything, to ... to...”

“You have three choices,” Holtsclaw began. “Each choice pays differently. I have my favorite, but it probably won’t be your favorite. I’ll save it for last. My managers and I have come up with a figure of three hundred thousand dollars that you owe me. The first choice, is that I fuck your wife against her will. That means that you bring her to a hotel room of my choice and you tell her that she has to let me fuck her, while you watch. That will deduct, let’s say, ten thousand dollars from what you owe me. You’d have to coerce her to let me fuck her thirty times to pay me back in full. Are you willing to do that? That’s the easiest of the three choices.”

William swallowed hard, then asked, “What are the other options?

Holtsclaw grinned at him, he answered, “The second choice is that your little girl works for me at the club. She’d have to strip. She’d also be required to fuck any of the club members that ask her.” William’s face grew red with anger, but he didn’t say anything, so Holtsclaw continued. “She would have work from every Friday afternoon until the following Sunday evening, every weekend, for six months, and your debt would be cleared.”

William almost looked relieved, but not quite. He said, “She’d never agree to that, and it would ruin her. No one would ever agree to that.” Holtsclaw responded with, “Never say never, Billy-Boy. Where do you think my girls come from? What sweet, innocent teenage girl would agree to that, unless certain circumstances dictated it?”

William squeezed his eyes shut, as if trying to shut out the images of the few times he’d fucked one of those girls. “What’s the last option?”

Holtsclaw grinned at him, then said, “I told you that I’d save the best for last. This one involves you and your innocent little girl. One hundred thousand dollars for you to fuck her. You’d have to do it three times to erase your debt. So, which will it be? You have to choose one, or everything I have on you becomes public knowledge. Everyone you know will see everything, including you fucking underage girls. The police will be tipped off about that hard-drive that’s taped under that drawer in your bedroom. They’ll find everything needed to ruin your life and send you to a federal prison. Which one, Billy-Boy? Personally, I’d like to fuck your wife. But, if your daughter comes here to work, of course I’ll just have to fuck her.”

William began crying uncontrollably again. None of the choices were easy. Not one was any easier than the other. When he could speak again, he said, “My daughter would never agree to have, um ... s-sex with her own father.”

Holtsclaw answered, “I’ll provide you with roofies, otherwise known as Rohypnol, to drug her. She’ll never remember fucking you. But she’ll look like she’s loving it. And remember, I’ll know because it will all be on video. One other thing you’ll have to think about; if your daughter is a virgin, and you fuck her, she could very well get pregnant! Wouldn’t that be hilarious? Fucked against her will, by her own father, and knocked up.”

William’s face went very pale, his forehead got sweaty, his hands went numb, and everything went black. He’d passed out. Minutes later, when he came to, at first he didn’t know where he was.

“Wake up, Billy-Boy”, said

Holtsclaw. “No need for dramatics. You need to make a decision.”

When he felt well enough to talk, he said, “I’ll do ... uh ... the ... the third one. I’ll have sex with my dau ... daughter. God ... what have I done? I was just having fun. Just a little harmless gambling.”

Holtsclaw responded with, “And if you’d just played by the rules, none of this would have ever happened. So, at this point in time, we have a contract for you to sign.” He opened another drawer and produced said contract. “It’s all legal and binding. Sign it, do as you said, and your life becomes your own again. I expect to see you in your daughter’s bedroom within one week from today. Don’t look for the cameras in your home. You’ll never find them. I expected you to choose fucking your daughter. It might be the most devious, but it’s the easiest.”

William looked over the contract, then quickly signed it. Then Holtsclaw opened yet another drawer and retrieved a prescription pill bottle. He tossed it to William and said, “Rohypnol. Slip one in her drink before she goes to bed.” He tossed a second bottle, saying “Slip one of these into Maureen’s drink so she’ll sleep through your extracurricular night-time activities. It’s Valium, and just one will make her sleep through an earthquake. Maybe you should give her two! Wouldn’t want her to catch you at it. Might cause trouble. And Billy-Boy, I have to say, I’m a little jealous. I would have loved to be the one fucking her.”

William felt ill. He knew that there was no getting out of this. He was going to have sex with his own daughter. He was going to take her virginty. At least he’d better be the one to take it! Wait ... what did he just tell himself? One thing was certain. When he died, he was going straight to Hell!

He had no desire to gamble, so he went home. When he arrived, he felt ashamed. He felt even more ashamed as he poured a glass of wine for his wife and a soft drink for his daughter. Neither one suspected that both drinks were laced with illegal drugs.

Both his wife and daughter went to bed soon after, and William followed. Once he was sure Maureen was asleep, he got up and quietly slipped into his daughter’s room.

He walked to her bed and sat down on it. He reached to touch her shoulder, and she looked up at him through sleepy eyes. She whispered, “Dad? Why are you sitting on my bed? Is something wrong?” He answered,” No, sweetheart. Nothing’s wrong. I just wanted to ask you something. Melanie, do you ever hear your Mom and I...”

Melanie grinned as she answered. “Do I ever hear you fucking Mom? Yes, I hear you guys all the time. You really should tell Mom to be more ... quiet. She’s the one I hear moaning and screaming. Geez Daddy, you must really put it to her!” Her eyes were twinkling.

William didn’t know how to proceed. His mind kept going back to his conversation with Holtsclaw. He knew he had to defile his own daughter. If he didn’t, his life would be worse than over. He’d heard horrible things about what happens to child molesters in prison. He’d become some big hairy dude’s bitch. His daughter spoke again, bringing him back to the present.

“Dad, I masturbate when I hear you and Mom going at it. I can’t help it. Hearing her moaning makes me so horny! Can I ask you something? It has to stay between us, okay? Does Mom squirt? I do, when I have a hard cum! I’m afraid Mom will find out when she changes my sheets. I fucking SOAK them sometimes!”

He answered, “That’s an awfully personal question, don’t you think? But to answer your question, no, she’s never done that. In fact, I’ve never seen a girl do that, although I’d expect it’s not that unusual.”

It was Melanie who got things started. She grinned really big and asked, “Wanna watch me? I squirt almost every time I cum. I bet having you watch me will make me have a huge cum!” He whispered his answer. “ Yes, baby. I’d like that very much.”

As Melanie kicked the blankets down and off her, she quickly slid her panties off. She asked, “Do you think I have a pretty pussy, Dad? It’s not too hairy, is it?” When he could finally find his voice, he said, “No sweetheart, it’s not too hairy. It’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.”

He wasn’t stretching the truth in order to compliment his daughter. Melanie was the all American teenage girl. She was four feet eleven inches tall, and he would guess a size two. Her little nose was slightly turned up, and had a light sprinkling of pale freckles. Her wavy light blonde hair hung just past her shoulders, and she had the cutest little bubble-butt. But her breasts were her best asset. They had to be at least a “C” cup, which looked almost out of place on her tiny frame. And her exposed vagina was perfect. The inner lips weren’t visible, even though she was clearly aroused. All that showed was a very tight little slit. There was pubic hair, but it was of a very fine texture. It reminded him of corn silk. So much so, that he’d never be able to eat corn-on-the-cob again without thinking of his little girl’s vagina.

He was yanked from his thoughts when Melanie spoke again. He was suddenly embarrassed by how he’d been staring. “Earth to Daddy! You can’t see it very well from there. Get between my legs and get closer. Can you smell how turned on I am? That’s something else I worry about with Mom. I’m afraid my room will smell like sex when she comes in to clean.”

William was shocked by how loose his innocent daughter was with her words. He knew it was the effects of the Rohypnol, but damn. It was still shocking.

“Dad, are you drooling? Does my kitty make your mouth water? HMMMM?” She giggled. “Wanna taste her? Of course you do. You’re a man. Taste her, Daddy. Taste my pretty little kitty.”

William was on auto pilot. Once he saw this beautiful little pussy, he simply could not resist his daughter. She was like a Siren. He knew it was wrong. He knew what it meant. He knew his daughter’s urging wasn’t really her. It was the drug. But resistance was impossible. He had to get closer. He had to taste her.

He moved to position himself between Melanie’s wide-spread legs, but she suddenly stopped him. She said, “Oh no, you don’t! You’re seeing me naked. It’s only fair that you’re naked, too. Show me, Daddy. Show me that big cock!”

William was suddenly taken aback. “You shouldn’t be talking like that, young lady!” Melanie shocked him more by answering, “And YOU shouldn’t be staring at your own daughter’s cunt, either, but you are! Now get down there and lick me!” William couldn’t think straight anymore. He was driven by animalistic lust. He quickly undressed completely, then literally pounced between her legs. He placed both hands under her cute little rump to lift her into position. He looked briefly into Melanie’s eyes. He saw nothing but lust staring back at him. He asked, “Are you...?” She interrupted his question by demanding, “LICK ME, GODDAMMIT!” He dove in and took his first taste of this most forbidden fruit.

Thirty seconds in, he knew he was hooked. He knew he could never resist.

Once his tongue touched her vagina, Melanie clamped her hands on the back of her father’s head. She held him tightly against her sex. She shrieked, then began to ride his face like she’d been doing it all her life.

It wasn’t sixty seconds before she shrieked again and had a thunderous orgasm. Somehow, she pulled her father’s face tighter against her soaking wet puss. “OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOOOOOD! DADDY DON’T STOP! DON’T YOU EVER FUCKING STOP!” He couldn’t stop if his life depended on it. Melanie hadn’t released him yet. She kept riding and gushing cum, then screamed, “OH GOD, PLEASE

NOT AGAIN! FUUUUUUCCCKKK!!”

Finally, she released him. Her little body was quaking, like she was having a seizure. William had NEVER seen a woman do this. Not even in porn. Her eyes were squeezed shut.

“Sweetheart? Are you okay?” It was several minutes before Melanie could speak. When she finally did, she said, “More than okay. I’m perfect! I never dreamed that it could be that good. Maybe it’s because it was you?” William drew in a sharp gasp. “My God, Melanie. What have I done?” Her answer surprised him. “You made your little girl very happy. That’s what you’ve done. Now it’s my turn. Lie down.”

William reluctantly acquiesced. “What are you going to do?” She answered by grabbing his painfully hard cock. William wasn’t the most well-endowed man on Earth, but at nine thick inches, he never had a woman complain. His wife said he was the perfect size. His cock had a nice little curve to it, that seemed to reach all “the good parts”, as wife had once described.

Melanie pumped her father’s cock a few times, as she looked deeply into his eyes. “This big cock belongs to me. After you claim my virginity, you’re never to stick it into Mom’s sloppy old cunt again. Not after you slip it into my tight little twat. Look how wet I am for you, Daddy. I bet you can’t wait to fuck your little girl.”

To say that he was flabbergasted would be an immense understatement. He knew it was the drug talking. To say that the effects of Rohypnol lowers sexual inhibitions would be an equally immense understatement. The fact that his sweet, innocent sixteen-year-old daughter was speaking to him like some wonton, sex-crazed slut, was absolutely unnerving. It only grew worse.

“Want me to suck your cock, Daddy? I will if you ask me. But you have to ask me. Ask me, Daddy. Ask me to suck your big, hard cock. ASK ME, GODDAMMIT!” He hated himself for it, but he could not resist. He whispered, “Yes, baby. I want you to ... suck my cock.”

She scooted down enough to get into a better position. She grabbed him again, then said, “Thats a good boy, Daddy. You’ll always do as I say, won’t you?” She bent down and licked the head, which was by now leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. “Mmmmmm ... you taste delicious. This is my cock from now on. Don’t you dare put this into anyone else’s mouth or cunt. Do you hear me? MY cock!”

She then proceeded to give

William the best blow job he’d ever had. She was leaps and bounds ahead of her mother, or any other woman who’d given him head. How in God’s name had she become so adept at giving blow jobs.

In just a few minutes, he said, “Oh Jesus, Melanie! You’d better sssstop! OH GOD!” She did stop, but only long enough to ask, “Why, Daddy? Am I doing it wrong?” To which he responded, “No, baby, you’re perfect. It’s just that I didn’t want to cum in your mouth.” Then she surprised him again by saying, “Isn’t that the idea? What good is giving you some oral lovin’ if I don’t make you cum? I want you to cum in my mouth, you silly Daddy! Let me guess; Mom doesn’t like it? One more reason why this cock is MINE! Now come on, Daddy, give me that sweet cum.”

She started jerking his cock faster and harder, all the while whispering encougements. “Come on, Daddy ... cum for your baby girl. Oooh! That’s it! It’s coming! Oooooh Daddy, your cock is sooo big and hard...”