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From: "Sean Ng" <seanx50@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Claire's Demise Part 1
Date: Sat,  9 Mar 2002 19:10:05 -0500
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The story mentioned below is fictional



   Title: Claire's Demise Part1



   Claire celebrated her University Graduation Day happily with her friends
while feeling sad to be leaving a place she loved for the past three years.
However she felt confident and ready to be working in the adult world. 
Armed with a good degree and intelligence, she wanted to make her mark
unlike her mother who was content to be a housewife.



   As she posed for pictures and chatted with friends, she found time to
reflect on her life so far and what route she was going to take now...  She
was twenty-one years old, had a fairly good life so far never had to worry
much and her family was close to her and she had close friends for support
and confide in.  Claire considered herself above average intelligent and
blessed with sweet good looks although she was shy to admit to others other
than herself.  Her looks had made her a good subject of attractions from
the guys and she liked it although a bit annoying at times, She had two
boyfriends during her three years stays here and she loved the fuss, love
and sweet talk either lavished on her although she still broke up with
them.



   The only sad point in her life was when her mother died six months ago,
Her father was a quiet big guy and took it all inside while Sally, her
sister cried badly.  She felt sorry for her father.  Although Tom was not
her real father, he had provided her with a good life up to financial
support for a degree although he never speak much to her or care.  Sally
her real daughter was his favorite.  Claire accepted it.  Tom had done
enough for her already and her mother's love was enough.  Sally simply
idolized her and Claire treated her well even introducing boyfriends to the
shy seventeen year-old.



   Tom came and Claire bid her friend's goodbye and walked toward her
father.  She gave him an embrace and kiss on the cheek.  Claire then was
kissed by him and felt a hand pressed against her breasts, which she
decided was accidentally due to their close contact.



   They walked away slowly outside to the car park.  Claire proudly showed
Tom the degree and he gave her a weak funny smile.  When they were near the
car.  Tom stopped and looked at Claire straight in the eyes...  Claire's
eyes opened wide with the innocence of a schoolgirl wondering what with him
today.  Tom 1.95m a good two heads above Claire 1.68m small frame felt
Claire's long silky black hair and grab an handful of it with the other
hand caressing her face.  Claire felt a bit uneasy..  He then held both
hands and put it down...



   Claire asked finally, " What wrong Dad?"

   Tom spoke slowly and calmly

   Your mother, she...died six months ago, I missed her a lot.

   I know it's tough for you

   Tell me, Claire Have I been a good father to you

   Yes...

   Don't you think it's time you repaid me...?

   Dad...I will always be a good daughter to you and a good sister to
Sally.



   Tom looked straight at Claire's eyes and grabbed her small thin
waist...Claire tried to get free but couldn't then Tom made Claire's body
lean against his huge frame and with both body locked closely together, her
Breasts pressing tightly against her chest.



   Claire stammered, " What...they for...I'm not a little girl
anymore...People will laugh." Although she never meant that but another
meaning that he should not hold her anymore.



   Your mother has been a good sex slave to her all these years and now she
gone, someone gonna take her place.  I have given you a good life till now
and it's time to repay Daddy and return home where you eventually spend the
rest of your life...



   A pause



   Taking care of my dick and your eventful place in the basement in place
of your mother when she died.  She died a bit too early and I allowed you
to finish your education and the last of your outside life first before
coming to you.  Now you learn the real thing, the sex skills which you
better master if you are to survive for the rest of your life.



   Your mother was a good slave to me and I hope you be better...



   Claire pushed herself away from Tom and felt sick and wanted to vomit...



   He spoke so calm and emotionless...



   She shouted angrily, " Get away from me, you fiend...I warned you..."



   Tom lost his patience, he screamed, " THAT's YOUR DESTINY...the only
reason I allowed you to be born, You, Your Tits, Pussy and whole body are
mine.

   He made a call and two big sized women came out of a nearby van and
caught hold of Claire as she started to run away...



   Her mouth was muffled with a big hand and she was dragged inside the
van. Tom followed and looking at Claire's big shocked blue eyes said.  "
You be sent to a special school for sex training for two weeks so that you
can learn the basics of being a slave then you can return to me...I will
provide for you for the rest of your life...you need work no more, your
degrees, certificates all can be burnt away, I'll do it for you tonight."



   And what training you intended for her soft, hard or extreme...the woman
asked

   Extreme of course...

   That might leave marks on her body...

   Do as you wish as long as she came back with her body still intact.

   I will send her to your home in two weeks time...



   The van then drove away with a shocked Claire unable to grasp any of
what happened



   Two Weeks later...



   The delivery van drove slowly toward the countryside...The big box
inside was to be specially delivered and signed by only one person or else
it could be a wasted trip...

   The big box inside contained a woman naked apart from a white bra and
panties wrapped all around in a white transparent plastic bag with holes
for breathing.  The woman was skillfully bound and gagged without any limbs
struggle and only small muffling struggling sounds heard...She was
blindfolded and her ears was plugged too and the over-sized wooden gloves
prevented her from feeling anything.

   Claire finally found the time to reflect on what was happening to her
and if she had any chance to get out of this alive.  The past two weeks had
been hell and she felt like dying.  She struggled to breath through her
nose and forced herself to think instead of just sleep...The sleeping
pills...she must conquer it...she was given sleeping pills twice a day to
put her to sleep all day long and though the journey.  Claire knew she was
going into a total blank yet again...She knew where she was heading and her
best chance of escape will perhaps came before she reached her destination
but just how with she in such a helpless state?



   Part 2 to come soon

   Hope you enjoy, do give me your feedback...

















   
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