Title: Claim Day
Chapter 35: Hiroshima
Cedric
I sat alone in my apartment, my mind racing with thoughts of my conversation with Wendy. This cold war with Gabriel… was it real, or was I letting Wendy mess with my head again? She’d made some good points, though. Gabriel claiming Olivia was a power play, pure and simple. But where was the line? How far was I willing to go?
The door opened, and Olivia strolled in, hands empty, looking casual as could be.
“Where were you?” I asked, surprised. “What took so long?”
She shrugged and flopped down on her bed near the window. Outside, clouds had rolled in, and the wind was picking up, bending the trees. “Got a bit distracted,” she said, stretching out like a cat.
Then, out of nowhere, she started talking. “It’s sad, you know? All these men at Echelon with no women.”
I stared at her, not following. “What are you talking about?”
“I mean,” she continued, her tone light but her words growing more explicit, “they must be so frustrated. No sex, having to watch the higher-ups with their little harems, not even hiding how they’re fucking them.” She sighed dramatically, as if genuinely saddened. “It’s not fair, really.”
As she spoke, she started pulling her shirt over her head. I froze, unable to process what was happening. She continued undressing, casual as could be, like this was the most normal thing in the world.
“They must be so horny,” she said, kicking off her pants. “So hard, staring at the claimed women all day, wishing they had at least one slut to wrap her mouth around their cock, a nice warm pussy to fuck.”
I couldn’t move, couldn’t think. This was my little girl. My daughter. “Olivia,” I managed to choke out, “put your clothes back on. Now.”
She looked at me like I was speaking nonsense, now completely naked. “How am I supposed to be groped and fucked with clothes on? That doesn’t make any sense, Dad.”
My stomach lurched. Something was terribly wrong. This wasn’t my daughter. This wasn’t Olivia.
“I could do it for them. I could offer my mouth,” she said, opening wide, her tongue extending obscenely. “My tits,” she grabbed them, shaking them for my benefit. “My pussy,” she spread herself open, and I turned away, bile rising in my throat.
I heard movement, knew she was turning around. “My ass,” she announced, and though I wasn’t looking, I knew exactly what she was doing.
I pressed myself against the wall, shaking, trying to look anywhere but at my naked daughter. I felt her hand on my shoulder, and flinched.
“You must be so frustrated too, Dad. You haven’t fucked Wendy yet, have you?” she asked, her voice curious. When I didn’t answer, she pressed, stern, “Have you?”
Tears streamed down my face. “No,” I sobbed. “Why are you doing this? It’s Gabriel, isn’t it? He’s making you do this.”
She showed no compassion, no recognition of my distress. Instead, she leaned in closer, her naked body inches from mine. “I could blow you if you want,” she whispered seductively.
I sobbed harder, and something in her demeanor changed. She straightened up, suddenly serious.
“This isn’t a game,” she said coldly. “This isn’t a war, and you’ve lost anyway, Dad. Give Wendy back to Gabriel, fully, without conditions, or I’ll happily fuck all the men in Echelon. Got it?”
I slid down the wall to the floor, completely broken. “I’ll do it,” I promised through my tears. “I’ll give him what he wants. Just please, please stop.”
She smiled sweetly, as if back to her old self. “Good choice, Dad.” With that, she picked up her clothes and walked out the door. “I’ll go get you your protein bars.”