Raping My Daughter's Ballet Class
Finding out my 18-year-old daughter’s ballet lessons doubled overnight sent me into a rage. I burst into the practice room, locked the door and raped every single dancer, teacher and secretary in the studio. Every one of them.
I bent them backwards over the balance beam and performed filthy, nasty acts with them. Seven hot women, five in leotards, four virgins including my daughter. All knocked up.
"What do you mean Cindy's fees went up?" I pounded on the adult ballet class front desk. My 18-year-old daughter had been taking these classes for as long as I can remember and now they wanted to double them?
"Calm down, Mr. Jenkins. I'm sure we can -- Hey, you can't go in there!"
I rushed past the secretary and busted into the practice room where five or six adult dancers were practicing with their instructor. One of them was my daughter, who's face instantly fell when she saw me making a scene.
"Daddy!" Cindy groaned.
"Sorry, sir." The pretty instructor, Annabel, tried to reassure me. "I'm sure we can work something out..."
I stopped suddenly in the middle of the room. Every woman was looking at me all frozen in mid stretches. All with wide, shock-filled eyes. My heart thundered in my chest as I realized that - including the secretary - there were seven very HOT, very beautiful women standing around me.
And I was the only man.
Quickly, I raced to the door, slammed it and locked it.
"Mr. Jenkins, what on earth are you - hey, you can't do that!"
I don't know what came over me, but I ripped off the secretary's shirt and bra, exposing her ripe, luscious melons to my greedy gaze.
"Dad!?" Cindy cried out. "Go away!"
"Listen..." I said, my voice ragged as my heart thundered. "If any of you ladies want to see your families again, you'll do exactly as I say."
Several of the dancers cowered in the corner, their eyes upturned and frightened. The teacher, Annabel, advanced on me menacingly, something clearly held behind her back. I slapped her hard across the face, grabbed her wrist and wrenched it away from her.
Bear spray! "Good. Thank you for bringing this to me. It'll be easier to control you harlots." I was shaking with my need and lust. This could be the end for me, but if it was, I was going to go out in a blaze of glory.
Annabel screamed as I hurt her hand. When I let go, Cindy marched up to me, her hands on her hips.
"Dad! What the fuck do you think you're doing? Are you off your meds again?" She tried to shove me out the door, but I turned the spray toward her.
She spat in my face. "Pah! You won't use that. You're too much of a coward. Besides, I'm your daughter. You'd never hurt -- Ow!" She reeled back from the hardest slap I'd ever given anyone.