Daddy was very specific how she was to dress for the evening. “Wear stockings, thigh high ones, the kind with elastic to hold themselves up. Black would be best. Do not wear any other underthings at all. Use the black party dress you wore to your uncle’s New Year’s party. And the highest pair of black heels you can find. And then go to my room and put on the jewelry I’ve laid out for you. You will find silver earrings and silver chains for your necklace and bracelets, for your ankles and your waist. Do not wear any other jewelry.”
She shyly reminded him, "My navel piercing counts as 'jewelry', right?"
He nodded approvingly. "Good catch. That’s stainless, not silver, isn't it? I know of a piece out of your mother’s old jewelry that should work nicely.”
Once she had dressed, she went to Daddy's room. He was already dressed in his tuxedo. He told her he would help her with her body jewelry, so she pulled the dress up above her waist so could use the tool for removing the stainless ring in her navel.
As he worked, he told her, “This tool was your mother’s, you know. I always helped her when she wanted to change jewelry.”
She had wondered but never asked why he had tools for body jewelry. At one time, she thought maybe he had something in a weird hidden location, but when she had finally gotten a chance to find out, earlier that day, she hadn’t see anything.
“I never knew Momma had piercings.”
He nodded. “Her clit and both her nipples. And her ears of course. The item I'm going to put on you is half a set of nipple jewelry she wore to this same kind of meeting.”
He had the stainless ring removed quickly, then inserted the silver ring gently into her piercing. It was a little big for the hole, but he put Vaseline on it and got it through. He added a little silver chain with a five-pointed star to it as a dangle, then used another tool to press the ring closed.
She donned the rest herself, starting with the silver chain around her waist before she shimmied the tight dress back down. It looked a little strange to her in the mirror, with all the silver things, but no gems, and no gold. The pendant on the necklace was also a star, as were the dangles of her earrings
Then Daddy spent a little time redoing her hair as she touched herself up using Momma’s vanity and cosmetics. To her astonishment, he knew how to put it up into a ‘half updo’ style, with a sort of bun that graced one side just behind and above the ear.
“Your hair is exactly like your mother’s,” was the only explanation he would give.
They drove to a part of town where she had never been before, where huge estates lay hidden behind iron fences and security gates. He pulled up to one, where a guard opened the gate so he could drive in, then went down a long driveway to a sprawling mansion.
She was astonished to see a real life butler answer the door. She had never thought of such people as part of the real world. He look cast his eyes on each of them in turn, articulating, “Mr. Moore, and...”
“My daughter, Geniver Moore”, Daddy answered. Jenny heard her actual name so seldom that she nearly didn’t recognize he meant her. The butler gave her a nod and gestured for them to enter.
He led them through a house that could have been the original definition of the word “Palatial”, with marble floors, fancy antiques and works of art on the wall and everything else that could in any way fit the concept. She stared in awe at the art items in one curio they passed. She was really, really sure she had just seen a Faberge egg in there.
“I trust Miss Geniver has taken the appropriate actions to protect herself from certain... dangers,” the butler droned, which made Daddy chuckle.
“Don’t worry, Goodwin. Neither of my daughters are in that particular danger any more. Satisfactory?”
“Quite,” he answered with a sidelong glance, then showed them through a door that opened onto a stairway down. Goodwin closed the door behind them as they descended. The stairs curved gradually counterclockwise as they went.
“What actions were you talking about, Daddy?” Jenny wondered.
Daddy’s lip curled slightly. “You’ve been taking birth control pills since before your fourteenth birthday, right?”
“Oh. So he was just concerned I could get pregnant. The way he said it...”
“I’m sure if not for more pressing concerns, Goodwin would indeed care about teen pregnancy and want you to guard against it. He's a decent, caring man. But he was talking about something more dire.”
Jenny was starting to wonder how far down these stairs went. They had been going at least two floors.
“What else does birth control protect me from?”
“Well, you see, once the birth control was definitely working, I... let’s just say I hypnotized you, to go seek out a few fine young men your age and have sex with them.”
She gasped. “Daddy!”
“It was for your protection, sweetheart.”
“And what did that protect me against?”
“Virginity. It just so happens that birth control is safe to take at about the same age virgins become useful in certain magic rituals.”
They finally emerged, into what looked for all the world like a medieval great hall of some sort. There were even standards on the wall, each with a different coat-of-arms. A fire was roaring in a large fireplace at one end, and several people were seated or standing in conversation around the room. A few looked at them and nodded, then returned to their conversations.
“Magic? What are you talking about?”
“In the context of our conversation , I’m talking about how Goodwin has grown weary of seeing virgin young women your age go down those stairs behind us and never return.”
A little fear stabbed at her. “Why?”
“Well in most cases, because they came to be sacrificed to a demon and consumed by it. None of them knew that before they arrived, of course."
"You're teasing me," she frowned.
"Baby girl, I am deadly serious."
Jenny stared at him, eyes wide. “You wouldn’t do something like that, Daddy.”
“Well, I certainly wouldn’t sacrifice my daughter. And as we just discussed, I took steps to make sure nobody else captured you or Tammy to use that way. But would I sacrifice some virgin schoolgirl not of my acquaintance to prevent a demon from destroying this city and a large part of the state before we could banish it? In a heartbeat. The virgin in question would have died in the destruction along with the rest of us if I hadn't done so, so it was never even a choice.”
“Have you done it? Killed a virgin to do this magic?”
He fixed her eyes with an even gaze, then said firmly, “Only an idiot would kill the virgin before presenting it to the demon. Guaranteed bad ending. But have I fed live virgins to demons to stop crises? Yes, Jenny. I have. Several times. And these days, suitable virgins have become extremely difficult to find. White magic users have been secretly encouraging young people to have sex as early as possible for several generations now. No matter how much we work at getting the government to preach abstinence instead of birth control and tricking the idiots in the religious community to unwittingly aid us in preserving our supply, virgins become a rarer commodity every year. So the one thing I could not risk was allowing either of my daughters to remain part of that supply. If you have friends you care about who are still virgin, fuck them yourself if necessary, for their safety. I really mean that. I want you to do everything you can to take their virginity."
A woman and a man were coming up to them. The woman was dressed in a very eerie outfit, a sort of old-fashioned sorceress garb with a black velvet hooded cape with strange symbols embroidered in silver along its hem, and a black dress not unlike her own, but with a slit up one side to the hip and a neckline that plunged all the way to her solar plexus. She had a bosom like Tammy’s, so the effect was a little breathtaking, especially on a girl attracted to other girls like Jenny.
The man was wearing an old-fashioned black tailcoat instead of a tuxedo like Daddy, with a monogrammed handkerchief in the coat breast pocket and a black bow tie.
“Jenny, please allow me to present my senior adjunct, Mortimer Crowley and my apprentice, Tanya Tellenbach.” He gestured to her. “Colleagues, my daughter, Geniver Moore.”
“Jenny, you’re looking quite lovely tonight,” the ‘apprentice’ told her in a familiar voice, and Jenny’s eyes bugged a little as she finally recognized her. It was Aunt Tanya, one of her mother’s old friends! She visited Daddy regularly and had been one of Jenny’s favorite people until she grew old enough to realize why Tanya sometimes spent the night, and became jealous.
Or, if she was his ‘apprentice’, had that maybe never been the reason she did it, after all?
“And is there any chance the young lady is, ah... intacta?” said an older gentleman with an ebony cane, also in tails, who was approaching them.
“No, Smithwick, she is absolutely not a virgin. I cast a charm on my daughters to insure that before they reached the... useful age, they became immediately inspired to lose their virginity with the help of young men their age. No way in hell would I ever have allowed you and your ancient cronies to get your hands on them. This is Elmer Smithwick, Jenny,” he finished, turning the sharp retort into a friendly introduction.
Utterly unflapped by Daddy’s tone, Smithwick came to a stop by planting his cane directly before him, then bowed deeply toward her, leaning with his gnarled hands on the cane’s silver pommel. “Delighted, Miss Moore.”
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