Daddy's Forbidden Seed

The Wulandari Sports Academy has…secrets. Jessica came there to train for the Olympics. But she finds herself falling into a pit of taboo desire. Why does she suddenly want her daddy? Why is he looking at her like that? Why is the academy's director encouraging their incestuous lust? And what will they do when the secrets are revealed?

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I wonder what the last girl who lived here was like, she thought, then gasped as she opened the top drawer on the bedside table.

“…we have taken the liberty of supplying some items of an intimate nature here for you,” Nadya Wulandari’s voice whispered in her mind. “I’m sure they will be of assistance.”

“Holy shit,” Jessica whispered, looking in the shadowed space. She had never seen any of these things before. Not in real life, at least. But she knew what they were. A cordless magic wand with a thick, padded head. A smaller vibrator, no bigger than her pinky finger. A rubber dildo, long and thick enough to make her shiver. A pink, two-pronged object that made her flush when she realized just what it was for. A pair of small, padded clamps, attached with a silver chain. A black leather collar with ‘SLUT’ picked out on the surface in tiny crystals that glittered and flashed.

A piece of paper lay in the bottom of the drawer. She plucked it out with numb fingers.

Dearest Jessica, she read.

I told you once that in order to know yourself, you need to know your body, as well. It is, after all, the one guaranteed gift we receive when we are born, and we have to make use of it as best we may.

You told me last week that you are unfamiliar with the art of self-pleasure. The objects here are gifts which are meant to remedy that lack. Some are for your body. And some are for your mind, as goads to pleasure. Others will be provided for you, as events dictate. And if you have any special needs or requests, you have only to ask. A catalogue will be sent to your academy e-mail address soon.

I hope you take the opportunity to learn what gives you the most gratification. The discovery of your body’s wants and needs is perhaps the most enjoyable of life’s journeys.

Most Sincerely,

Nadya Wulandari

Jessica stared. The director of the academy was practically ordering her to learn how to masturbate. And had given her an entire toy-box to play with!

She’ll ask me, she thought despairingly. She’ll look at me with those eyes and just ask, bold as you please. The woman has no chill. You already know that. And then you’ll have to tell her that you haven’t used them, and she’ll get that disappointed look in her eyes.

Of course, she thought. It might be fun to learn. Jessica had gone through sex-ed classes in school, boys and girls whispering and snickering as the poor teachers tried to maintain control and spell out the basics about where babies came from. But she barely knew where to start, when it came to pleasing herself.

But now she was all alone. With plenty of time.

Fine, she thought, locking the door. I’ll do it.

She turned off the light and crawled into bed, unknotting the sash on her robe. A little light leaked through the window. Enough to see her body, but not much more. Her hand fumbled through the drawer. She looked at the leather collar. Just the thought of wearing it gave her a naughty tingle, deep in her belly. Could she really wear something like that? What if someone saw her?

Reluctantly she put it away and chose the magic wand. At least that was something she understood, if only in concept. She flicked it on, and a low, murmuring buzz filled the room. It even had handy buttons on the grip so she could adjust the speed and power.

Oh, Jessica thought happily. This is nice.