Michael Obtains Consent Chapter Three: Opening The Relationship

Note: All of the actions depicted herein are obviously as morally wrong as they are impossible

By the time Penny had left for school again, he had experienced her mouth several times, her pussy twice more, and moreover had arranged to simply have her naked around him a lot, almost all at times when she believed herself to have been asleep for the night or napping during the day. When he did have her take her top off while they ate lunch together, she seemed afterwards, if not troubled, at least visibly confused when he snapped her out of it and asked how she had enjoyed her food. "Oh it was..." she said and then paused, first smiling while her eyes searched, then moving to a more neutral, very close to dismayed expression as her eyes continued their search. "Uh... it was fine I guess anyway you wanted to watch a movie tonight?"

He couldn't help but think that many more such extremely blatant breaks in her memory would surely either cause her real distress, or interfere with her cognition in some way he truly didn't want to risk. So except for the occasional very quick "[word] Kiss me and rub my crotch, okay now back to what you were doing [/word]" he kept it to times she wouldn't have expected to be conscious anyway. And aside from complaining about how tired she felt after several days (he advised her he'd heard her snoring and it could be worth looking into), he saw no sign of distress or prolonged confusion, much less trauma or recollection.

He experienced her asshole only with his mouth, never with his dick. He just wasn't sure enough that, on waking, the residual soreness wouldn't be too much, wouldn't bend or break her in some way. It seemed unlikely to make her suspicious, but when he imagined what he would feel like if he woke up with a feeling like that... maybe he would confuse it with some normal digestive issue, maybe he would be extremely alarmed. He just didn't know and wasn't prepared -- both out of his fatherly care for her and out of fear of getting caught -- to put her through that.

He drove her to the airport at the end of the week, and they said their goodbyes. He took one last opportunity as they parked to grope her wonderful little tits and her playfully tight pussy. Then walked her to the security checkpoint and hugged her. And on the way home, took a detour to the shop where he'd found the potion in the first place.

It was still there that day. He spent an amount of money so embarrassing I won't even mention it, on vials adding up to what he thought might be a lifetime supply. The old woman running the shop smiled generously as she took his card, and said she hoped he'd used it to rape his daughter.

(This came to her mind because the topic had come up in his first visit. A good salesperson, she'd asked him what he really wanted out of life. Sipping her offered tea and chatting with her as he browsed, he'd explained how, though he obviously felt conflicted about the idea, fucking his daughter was something he dearly wanted to do, if only he could believe she would happily do so, or at least, forget afterwards. "Is that all?" she had laughed kindly at this expression of his deepest desire, and walked him to the relevant shelf.)

Now, at her new question, he happily replied, "I did!" He exclaimed over how pleasant the whole experience had been.

"You know," she said, "it's one drop to put the victim under your control for life, there's no need for more unless..."

"Yeah," he laughed. "Unless, of course."

"Of course!" she laughed back, handed him the box full of vials, and went about her business. He finished the water he'd been drinking, and left the store a satisfied customer.

For a moment of authorial frankness, it is time to note the following. He never saw that woman or her store ever again. He never wondered why such a potion was available for a price even close to affordable to him. Thoughts never passed through his mind about what motivation there could possibly be for enjoying a customer's story about happily raping his own daughter. He would never have answers to these questions because he would never ask them. And though you may be asking these questions, I'm sorry to say, there won't be answers forthcoming. Life is about the journey. The old woman's motivations were simple, malevolent, as naturalistically inexplicable as the potion itself -- and ultimately uninteresting. The sale happened, and events proceeded from that. Let's return to the interesting part.

*

He knew he had in his hands not only the perfect way to make any woman do sexual favors for him. He could get money. He understood that. But of course it would require getting the person to drink something he'd dropped the potion into. And if he was caught doing that in any way -- by the person themselves if anyone got it in their head to investigate -- for all he knew that was in itself enough to receive a sound beating, or even go to jail or something. He had no way to get a jury of his peers to drink the potion.

He had a few adventures though, as he became adept at spotting opportunities.

The cute girl sitting next to him on the airplane, while anyone in eyeshot was snoozing or paying attention only to their phone. He got the same drink as her. He dropped some potion into his own, quietly but not trying to hide it. It was his own drink, probably he was adding medication to it. He bided his time, hoping she would leave her seat before finishing her drink -- and she did. He poured enough out into his cup to roughly match how much she should have left, placed his can down on her tray while bending down to grab something out of his bag, then picked up her can as he rose back up. She drank the rest of the can. He said the word. He then said "Say the words 'alpaca London trolly" to test. She did so without hesitation, and he knew. They covered themselves with a blanket and fondled each other through the rest of the flight, kissing occasionally. He had her stay perfectly still while he alternated between scratching and soothing her clitoris. In conversation he learned she was meeting family on landing so he put away any ideas of taking their game beyond the plane flight itself. He had her close her eyes and then said the word so that she would simply think she had fallen asleep.

A stripper foolishly accepted a sip from his flask. Even after ensuring verbally her STD status he knew actual sex would be a bad idea for practical reasons -- how would cleanup work, given she had to go back out and dance once they finished? So, instead, all over his body did her tongue go and into her gullet his cum went. She paid for the time spent out of her own tips and went home that night with a sore throat and a budgeting puzzle to solve.

He generally stayed away from using the potion at the law firm where he worked, recognizing the complications and dangers involved in engaging in such activities with anyone there should anyone else catch wind. But one evening spent late offered too perfect an opportunity -- exactly two of the prettiest interns were staying late as well doing paralegal gruntwork on some kind of deadline. He brought them snacks and drinks, and wasted a large fraction of their time first having them kiss each other, then bare their breasts to him in a corner of the mail room where no camera pointed, then finally taking turns rubbing his cock with their breasts until he came on one of their chests finally. They cleaned up with their fingers and tongues, got dressed, returned to position, and on snapping back into their normal selves continued work as though nothing had happened, and lamented at the extremely late hour when they had finished.

Eventually, Spring Break arrived, and with it, another visit from Penny.

And from her girlfriend Ria.

*

The girls had spent the week at the beach, and the plan was to stop in at Michael's house on the way back to campus for a visit. Michael would meet Ria, Michael and Penny would catch up, that sort of thing.

After a three hour drive, Penny and Ria were on his doorstep, grinning about whatever they'd been chattering about as they walked up to the doorway. Michael took a moment to gaze through the peephole at the pair. He'd seen Ria on Penny's socials, and having her here before him in the flesh confirmed his impressions of her beauty. Unlike Penny's fair-skinned blondeness, Ria was a dark olive toned girl, athletic, just slightly taller than Penny. She like Penny was wearing shorts and a bikini top. Her arm was hooked around Penny's waist, and she was gazing over Penny's head seeming to be about to either say something clever or kiss her girlfriend's forehead. Michael checked his pocket to make sure the potion was there. He hadn't simply poured it into a drink yet because he had a plan. A new fantasy he now knew he had the power to make reality.

He opened the door with a wide smile. After a hug for Penny, a handshake for Ria, a grin and some awkwardness and then a hug for Ria, he mentioned as soon as the small talk began that he'd laid out some towels just in case the girls wanted to shower. If they'd demurred, he would've had to improvise a little but they did not! The best possible sequence of events actually occurred -- Ria happily said yeah, she'd love a shower she didn't get to this morning and it was a long drive, she grabbed a towel, and went off to the bathroom, leaving Michael there to chat with Penny.

"So what's been happening in your neck of the woods?" she asked, and he replied with the word. He approached her and lifted her bikini top, turned her, and began grinding his dick into her shorts while kissing her neck and groping her little tits. "I've missed this," he groaned.

"I have not," she said.

"I know I know," he said and reached roughly down into her shorts to feel her gorgeous pussy. She shivered a little and out of the corner of his eye he could sense a little wince. He grasped her hair and turned her towards him to kiss her. "Kiss me back" he said after the initial flat invasion of her mouth, and she did, closing her eyes and expertly made all the moves with her tongue and lips that she knew he enjoyed.

Finally he knew he needed to explain his plan before Ria's shower ended. He withdrew, replacing her bikini top as he did so. "So... Ria..." he began, and suddenly lost track of how he'd planned to broach this.

"Oh. Dad you're not going to..." Penny blushed. "Wait are you really gonna...?"

He coughed. "Actually um no."

She seemed relieved.

"You are."

One of her eyes narrowed. "What? Why would I do that, I don't want to..."

He pulled the potion out of his pocket and placed it on the kitchen counter in front of her. "You're going to put this in her drink and you're going to be in charge of her."

"I guess... you're going to make me do that."

He walked over to the fridge to grab sodas, the cabinet to grab glasses. "That's correct."

"I can't believe I'm saying this but I guess you haven't actually literally told me to yet. Dad, I don't want to do this."

"Why not?"

"Dad you can't be serious. You've been molesting and raping me ever since you gave me that potion and sure because of the potion I'm like whatever. But that doesn't mean I want to do that to anyone! Much less Ria! Dad I really like her."

"Pour the potion into the glass, then the soda."

Without hesitation, Penny did so, but she still muttered, "Jesus Christ dad."

He now explained to her, once Ria had swallowed some of the drink, the first word she heard from anyone in the room would be THE word for her, and any time that person said it again, it would activate the potion, or deactivate it if it was already activated.

"Nice infodump dad, don't make me do any of that."

He then put the information in the form of a command, and she said, perhaps meekly but not hesitantly, "Okay."

He then told her what to say to Ria, and when. She nodded.

The shower stopped. He said the word again. He had to bring her out of potion mode before Ria returned, so it wouldn't look to Penny like Ria just magically appeared out of nowhere. He began some random chit-chat with her. She looked slightly confused for a second, but when she saw Ria exiting the bathroom she laughed. "That was fast! I figured you'd hide in there from the awkward parent meeting as long as possible!"

Ria grinned, "It was like ten or fifteen minutes I thought you would think I was in there too long!"

Ria took a seat next to Penny at the counter, and Michael pushed the drink over to her, then began pouring a second soda into a glass as though for Penny.

As Ria raised the glass to her lips, Michael said the word. This "awakened" Penny, who watched for Ria to swallow. Ria paused for a second, said, "hm?" to Michael, not understanding any significance in the word he'd said. He just smiled and shook his head like he'd decided not to say anything. Ria then continued the motion of taking a drink from the glass.

At Ria's first swallow, quietly, Penny now said her own word.

Just as it had been with Penny, with Ria there was no outward effect. But Michael knew the potion worked, and knew that now Ria would do anything Penny told her to.

But Penny was quiet, as she had been instructed. Michael wanted to test something out.

"Ria," he said as she put her glass down. "Take off all of your clothes now."

Ria immediately went pale and looked back and forth at Michael and Penny. Though Penny made no reaction Ria was clearly looking to her for reassurance each time she glanced in her direction. To Michael she said, plainly, voice quavering bravely, "What the fuck?" and she stood up. "That's not even sort of funny, what the fuck?"

When Penny still wasn't showing any reaction Ria said to her directly, "Penny did you fucking hear that? Can we go?"

"Ria," Penny now said quietly. "Do what he said."

Ria didn't hesitate, lifting her shirt overhead, revealing her naked breasts beneath. "But why?" she said, starting to tear up. She reached down and pulled off her shorts and underwear in one motion. "This is insane can't we just go?"

Michael remarked, "That's interesting, she's just as, I guess, immediately compliant as you ever were, but you were also a lot more accepting of it, cheerful even."

"Yeah," Penny gazed at her girlfriend's nakedness sadly. "This is worse than I thought Dad. I thought she'd just see it as normal, like I did. Maybe even cheerful about it. And that would be bad enough. This is worse."

Ria hunched over and hid her breasts with her arms. "What are you two talking about?"

"Ria, don't hide yourself," said Penny. He hadn't explicitly told Penny ahead of time to issue any such command but he'd made the intended vibe clear.

Ria dropped her arms immediately and straightened up. She maintained eye contact with Penny, occasionally nervously turning her eyes to glance at Michael. "He can't just tell me to take my clothes off like that, Penny, what the fuck is going on here?"

"But you did take your clothes off," said Penny.

"I know, because you told me too for whatever fucked up reason, but this isn't cool, Penny. Can we just go please?"

Penny took Ria by the shoulders, and made forehead to forehead contact. "Ria, would you normally take your clothes off, especially in front of a man, just because I told you to?"

Ria was starting to tear up again, with further sidelong glances at Michael but returning her attention to her face to face interaction with Penny. "No... you're right... this is... weird... why did I do that?"

Penny explained about the potion. Ria sobbed throughout the explanation. "Why would you do this to me?" she asked her girlfriend. Penny explained that Michael, her father, was in control of her via the potion and had made her do this to her.

The sobs ceased. Ria turned, and from a sad plea, her eyes moved into the position of an incensed glare, directed at Michael.

Michael had his dick out, having been idly stroking himself as he watched the entire interaction that had just occurred.

"Oh God," said Ria when she saw his erection, angry glare breeding with worried stare to create an entirely new kind of expression.

"Penny," said Michael. "You take your clothes off too."

As Penny did so, Ria said again, "Oh God, what are you going to make us do?"

"I don't think I can make you do anything -- like, let's try it. Ria, kiss Penny's nipple."

"Like fuck," was Ria's reply.

"Ria," said Penny, "Kiss my nipple."

"Fine," said Ria, sounding angry, but her movement showed not just promptness but some kind of eagerness. Perhaps there was some comfort in the action, maybe the potion caused her brain to access that anticipation of comfort to provide motivation for obedience. Michael stroked himself and watched his daughter's fair, small breast suckled at and, in form at least, loved, by her darker skinned partner's adorably sad and desperate lips.

"Okay," he said, "I want you two to come with me outside in the back where you parked."

Penny got up and began walking with Michael. Ria didn't move. Penny turned back, and said "I can make you do it, of course, do you want me to every time or..."

Ria looked at her clothes on the floor. "I want to go out the other door and run away. But I don't want to go out there naked. But I don't want to put my clothes on. I guess because you..."

"I told you to take them off."

"Yeah. Fuck."

"Am I going to need to tell you to come with us?"

Ria was genuinely torn, it was clear from how long it took her to respond, how much she was shaking. In the end, the dignity of forming her own will, even if it was a will to obey, won out over the dignity of having her will forcibly shaped by another. She got up, and followed them.

Michael took the girls, who were still naked, to the shed. He handed each a hammer and some nails, and took them to Penny's car, parked in front of that shed. The view was well shielded enough he knew no neighbors would see -- probably.

He had the girls hammer nails into the tracklines of the tires. Ria didn't willingly comply with this one -- Penny had to make it a command.

"What's the plan here Dad?" asked Penny as she placed a nail.

"A bit complicated to explain but you'll see. If I kept you here at the house under the potion's influence for as long as it takes to do all the things I want to do, you'd lose a lot of time, it would be night before I woke you up, I don't know what that would do to you once you come out of it. But I've learned a trick, but it's going to require that you not be driving."

"Uh, what?" Penny laughed.

"Just go with it!" said Michael.

"As though I could do anything else." She continued destroying her tires.

Once they had jammed several nails into each of her tires, he brought the girls back in. He had them put their clothes back on, and sit where they'd been sitting at the moment of Ria's activation. He poured Ria a new drink and Penny had her lift it to her lips. Then Penny said her word, and Michael immediately said his.

Ria jerked slightly mid-sip, spilling some cola on her shorts. "Jesus, embarrassing," she said, reaching for some napkins.

And they had a pleasant visit.

Later the girls called from a mile or so away. Somehow all four of Penny's tires were flat?? It must have been nails or glass or something from the construction zone you have to drive through to get to his house. It's okay, Michael said, I'll drive you to campus, get your car fixed up, then we'll figure out how to return it to you.

The girls were very grateful as he pulled up in his SUV, windows darkly tinted.