Nathan Slivers: Oh, dad, no, dad!

Kathleen Williamson pulled her car into the driveway of her father's new house and sat there for a moment, feeling very sulky. She tossed her dark hair back from her face and wondered why she'd come. She hadn't seen her father in five years, and didn't really want to. She was sure he'd been responsible for the breakup of her parents' marriage. He'd walked out, and now he was married to this Stacey woman.

Kathleen looked in the mirror to make sure her makeup was correct.

She opened the car door and climbed out, picking up her overnight case. She supposed she had to see him, because she needed the money for college so badly. He should give it to her anyway, he owed it to her.

Her suspicions were more than confirmed when the door opened.

"Hi," a woman said pleasantly. "I'm Stacey. You must be Kathleen."

"Yes," Kathleen said, and walked in.

Stacey was a blonde, sluttish to the limit, that was clear. She had a stunning, hard, seductive face, mascara-rimmed eyes, a straight nose and wide, sensual lips. Her blonde hair flowed around her face and was obviously bleached, though not that much, and the faint hint of dark roots showed. Her vivid red lipstick and high cheekbones hinted at some kind of depravity, Kathleen was certain.

Kathleen's own face was just as beautiful, if not more so, under her dark hair, but Kathleen didn't advertise the fact. True, her hair was done in ringlets that showed her features off to the best, but her makeup was light, merely picking out her best points, her wide mouth, dark eyes and strong jawline.

Stacey's body was shown off absolutely brazenly. She wore a semi-transparent top that clearly showed her bra underneath, and her jeans were very tight, clinging to her like a second skin. Stacey's tits were just a little larger than Kathleen's, or so Kathleen judged, not that she made a habit of such things, she assured herself. Stacey's waistline was slim, and her swelling ass was tight and luscious. Her legs were not as long as Kathleen's, but were still shaped in delicious curves that showed clearly through her jeans.

"You must have had a long drive," Stacey said, ushering Kathleen into the main room. "Would you like to have a shower and relax? Giles won't be back for a couple of hours."

"Yes," Kathleen said ungraciously, ignoring Stacey as much as possible.

Stacey didn't seem hurt. She led Kathleen upstairs, showed her to a bedroom and bathroom, and left her to it. Kathleen showered and didn't come down again until her father arrived home.

"Well, baby," he said, holding out his arms, "you sure have changed."

Kathleen ignored his welcome and sat down, crossing her legs in the long, flowing dress she had changed into. "Yes, how are you?"

"Fine," he said, ignoring her rudeness. "Long time since I saw you. How's your mother?"

"Fine, no thanks to you."

He grinned a little. "You're just like her, I see. Did she tell you why I walked out?"

"Because you like shits," Kathleen said. "And you married one."

He still didn't seem hurt, "Yeah. Would you like a drink?"

"I don't drink."

He laughed openly. "Of course not."

Things got worse over dinner. Kathleen was sulky, her face down, resenting Stacey and her father and the fact that she was there at all. Stacey had changed for dinner and was now dressed in a tight little black dress with stockings and five-inch heels. The outline of her luscious body pushed against the fabric in a display that was so sexual Kathleen could hardly stop herself making comments. However, she made up for it by attacking her father the whole time, trying to make him feel guilty.

"So why did you come if you don't want to be here?" he asked after dinner.

"Because I need money for college and you owe me," Kathleen said. "When I get it, I'll get out of here and leave you alone for your slut. I'm sure you have things to do."

She stared at Stacey with such hatred that the blonde blushed before she grinned.

"I think this child needs some discipline," Stacey said.

"I think so too," Giles said reflectively. "So you think I'm going to give you the money you want, even if you insult me and my wife openly?"

"You're a depraved beast," Kathleen said, her eyes lighting up. "All you ever wanted was sex, mommy told me so. And when she wouldn't give it to you, you went out and – and had other women! She told me!"

"DO YOU believe everything your mother tells you?" he asked, his voice hard and level. "Honey, do me a favor, call Jim and Rick, will you?"

Stacey looked at him and grinned. "Oohhh, you beast!" She chuckled and got up at once. "Really gonna teach her, huh?"

"I think she's earned it," Giles said quietly. "Now, Kathleen, about your mother, do you want to hear my side of the story?"

"I know your side of the story! And she proves it!" She jerked her head at Stacey as the blonde left the room.

"I see," he said. "So nothing will change your mind?"

"Nothing!"

"And you expect me to give you the money?" His manner was very strange, making Kathleen feel uneasy.

"I'll write to the local paper," she said. "Expose you for what you are. You wouldn't want that, would you?"

He stared at her for a long time. "You don't understand a thing, do you? Now behave, or you'll regret it. I don't like bitchy, stupid girls."

"That's it," Kathleen said, getting up. "Give me the check and I'm leaving."

"No check."

"Give me that money, it's mine!" Kathleen yelled, and rushed at her father. She slapped him across the face, beating him as hard as she could.

He didn't flinch, just grinned up at her. "Y'know," he said softly as she stood over him, her body heaving in the loose long dress. "I've spent a lot of time trying to give you the benefit of the doubt. But you're a bitch, just like your mother. I let her get away with it. That was stupid of me."

Kathleen gasped as he leaned forward and threw her over his shoulder. She shrieked with surprise as be stood up, holding her with one hand on her back as he carried her into the main room. Stacey had drawn the blinds, and there wan sudden hint of menace there. The furniture had all been pushed out of the middle of the room.

"What are you doing?" Kathleen shrieked as Giles threw her down over the back of a large chair. The padded back hit her below the waist, and she screamed in horror as he pushed her down until her face almost touched the soft cushions. "What are you doing?"

He didn't answer, just held her there until Stacey suddenly appeared and grabbed the young girl's hands.

"What are you doing!" Kathleen wailed as Stacey slipped two metal shackles over her wrists. "What? No! What are you doing!"

Stacey bent down and pulled the chains tight until she could slip one of the links over a metal stud in the bottom of the chair. Kathleen strained against the bonds, but the metal shackles just cut into her wrists.

"What? Stop, don't!" she moaned, twisting and trying to see behind her.

Stacey stood up and walked behind the bound girl, grabbing one of her ankles. Kathleen screamed and wept again, demanding to know what was going on. Stacey clipped more shackles over her ankle and pulled her foot outward until she could slip the chain over something on the back legs of the chair. Then she went for Kathleen's other ankle, grabbing it while Giles leaned on her back, saying nothing.

Suddenly Kathleen was utterly helpless, pinned down over the back of the chair, her legs stretched to the limit like her arms, the metal shackles digging painfully into her wrists and ankles.

"What are you doing!" she shrieked. Giles eased his hand off her back and walked around to face her, pulling a chair closer and sitting in it. He took out a cigarette and lit it, watching her, a strange expression on his face.