Conquered and Convinced By Gerbil A worried Dad is shown that young women can take care of themselves ************************************************************************ After hearing about the crime on campus, Herman goes to retrieve his daughter, but a roommate convinces him that woman are perfectly capable of protecting themselves, and then his own daughter takes over the lethal assault. Though sore and bruised, he starts the trip home to assure his wife that no man will bother his daughter. ************************************************************************ Herman Wagner had been driving for five hours, and he was glad to finally see the sign for the entrance to the campus. Arguing with his wife, who was still at home, 300 miles away, he said, "She may be 19 and fully grown, but there is still a baby inside that woman's body crying out for protection, and I am not going to shirk my responsibilities." He pulled his car into a vacant spot in front of the Linkner Dormitory, put it in park, and took a deep breath. He knew that coming to take her out of school was going to be met with strong resistance, but he also knew what was right for her, so he clinched his teeth, and headed toward the Dorm's entrance. Moving to the intercom system, he buzzed his daughter's room and waited for an answer. After a minute had passed his buzzing became for insistent, until finally a voice he didn't recognize came on. "Hey, go easy on the buzzer. Who is it?" "It's Herman Wagner, and I'm looking for Mary, my daughter. Who's this?" "I'm Sam. Mary went off for some groceries, but when I buzz the door, you can come on up." Herman was becoming more furious as he passed through the lobby. Two young coeds with rackets and extremely short tennis dresses headed out the door just as he was entering, and a young couple was draped around one another, openly necking on a couch. Staring at the elevator door as it closed, he watched the lighted numbers increase with the floors, as he mumbled to his absent daughter. "Half naked women in the lobby, Couples openly groping and grabbing in public. Robberies and assaults on campus. You are out of this sin city school just as fast as you return from the store, young lady." He paused at the entrance to her dorm room and gave a sharp knock. Samantha opened the door and extended her hand with a smile. Barely acknowledging her presence, Herman rushed past her, and headed down the hall towards Mary's room. He grabbed a suitcase sitting beside the closet, opened it, and set it on the bed. He moved past a weight bench supporting a bar with 175 pounds on it, and concluded that his daughter was living with some muscle-bound jock. "After I take Mary home with me you can tell her little boyfriend he'll have to find a new home to park his weights." He proceeded to open a dresser drawer and busily start to throw panties and bras into the opened suitcase. Suddenly his progress was stopped as Sam took hold of his wrist and held it firmly. "I think you better try and calm down a bit Mr. Wagner. For one thing, Mary and I switched rooms, so those are my weights; and number two, I don't appreciate you barging into my room and rummaging through my panties. Now please drop them." Tightening her grip, she forced him to release the silky underwear, but she did not release her grip. Instead she calmly closed the drawer with her other hand, twisted his arm behind his back and marched him into the living room. She released his aching wrist, sat him down on the couch, and then calmly took a seat beside him. "Now how about if we start over? I didn't hurt your arm did I?" Herman rubbed his sore red wrist, and looked at Samantha as if seeing her for the first time. Although she had defined arms and legs, she was no bigger than his 5'2" daughter. She couldn't have weighed over 115 pounds, yet somehow she had maneuvered his 180- pound, six-foot frame down the hall like he was a tiny misbehaving child. He was not only uncomfortable with the strength she exhibited, but tried to avert his eyes from her shockingly scanty wardrobe. She was barefoot, dressed in a pair of silky workout shorts, barely covering her tight bottom, and wore a sleeveless T-shirt which came two or three inches below her breasts, leaving her taught midriff exposed. She was obviously not wearing a bra, which he could tell from the way her nipples pressed against the thin material. "My wrist is fine, but if you try anything like that again, I will forget that I am a gentleman, and will have to hurt you." Sam moved closer to him and grabbed his wrist once again, which he instinctively tried to pull back. She looked at his wide eyes, less than two feet away and said, "Easy. Relax. I just wanted to take a look at your wrist. Sometimes I can get a little too rough, and I just wanted to make sure I didn't break anything." Herman thought about the 175 pounds resting on the weight bench, and felt like it was best to appease her, so he tentatively relaxed, and let her examine his wrist. She pushed on it will gentle but firm prodding, and turned it over and around until she was satisfied that nothing was broken. "You may have a slight sprain, but there is no permanent damage." As she bent forward to examine his wrist, the top of her shirt opened, and he had a perfect view of her young firm breasts. Gasping, he leaped off of the couch, and moved to an armchair across the room. Samantha put her hands on her knees causing her arms to bulge with firm tanned muscle. With a smile, she innocently said, "Is something wrong?" Herman watched her draw her legs up and put them under her on the couch, and once again had to tear his eyes away from shapely muscles. He let his eyes wonder around the room, and focused and scowled at a poster of that dreaded British group, Spice Girl, responsible for corrupting America's youths. First the Beatles, and now wonton young women, weaving their spell over young men, and teaching the black widow values to the girls. This Samantha with her liberal tastes and values was not a good influence on his daughter, and Herman was determined to take her home and try to deprogram her and keep her safe. "Nothing is wrong Miss." After an awkward silence, Herman looked at her and said, "No, actually there are a lot of things wrong; which is why I am here. Mary used to be a good girl, and would have never thought of talking to me like she did on the phone last night. This talk of freedom and self-determination is just propaganda from her introductory psychology course. She could be mugged or raped at any time, and I am convinced that this "open" anything goes environment, plus her bad role models has turned her against my guidance and suggestions." Herman saw the smile disappear on Sam's face and she undid her legs and clasped her hand s, leaning forward with her forearms on her thighs. "I take it Mr. Wagner, that I am one of the unsavory influences which you feel has corrupted your daughter?" Herman looked at her hard body and felt the cold blue eyes drill into him and felt a sense of apprehension, but he couldn't be swayed from his mission. "Well Miss. If you want me to be honest, from what I have seen, you are definitely not a good influence on my daughter. Maybe if your parents had cared about you the way I do Mary, you would not prance around nearly naked, promoting sluttish ways, and inviting sin." Herman thought he had perhaps crossed some invisible line as he watched Samantha slowly rise from the couch and move toward him. Stopping two feet in front of him, she placed her hands on her hips and smiled down at him. Mr. Wagner, I would like you to stand up." "What for?" "Just stand up please." Herman slowly stood and once again felt awkward with only a foot separating them. You offended me greatly Mr. Wagner, and now I have to teach you some respect for women, and also teach you that Mary will be safe in this environment. Please remove your clothes, because I don't want them to get bloody." "You're out of your mind little girl. I'm not removing a thing." Before he could turn away, Samantha sent a hand to his crotch and grabbed his balls, causing pain to seer through his body. "As I said, Mr. Wagner, please remove your clothes; shirt first." Slowly his hands undid the buttons, and he tossed his shirt in the chair. "I'll release you, but I want the shoes and pants to come off next. If you don't want to do it willingly, we can do it the hard way, and I will remove them." Herman bent to remove his shoes, and then his hands slowly went to his belt, and the clasp of his pants. Part of him wanted to take a swing at her, but a deeper fear, made him push the pants down over his legs, and stand exposed before her in his socks, and underwear. He had never felt so helpless at the hands of a woman. His wife and daughter had always known their place and his decisions had always been followed, and been unquestioned, but he now stood nearly naked himself in front a demanding young woman, who was in total control. "That's good. Now toss your pants with your shirt, and help me move this table, so we can settle this matter between us." "Come now Miss. I'm not going to fight you. Maybe I shouldn't have said those things about the way you're dressed, so I apologize. Okay?" "Mr. Wagner, I have a strange feeling that you are just paying me lip service, so I think the only way you are going to really learn a lesson is to receive a long overdue beating. Yes, Mary has told me the way you have verbally abused her and your wife over the years, and it's time that someone helped you change your unacceptable behaviors." They moved the table then headed towards the center of the room and faced each other. Before Sam could look up, Herman reared back and hit her with a hard right hand, sending her to the carpet. She shook her head and grabbed her chin with her hand and moved it back and forth. Looking up at a nervous Herman with his fists still balled up; she smiled and slowly got to her feet. "Not a bad shot. Maybe a little premature, but all's fair in love and war, eh?" Sam moved toward him, and he began to slowly back up. Running out of room, he tried to stop her advancement by throwing another right, but she easily dodged it, and sent a right of her own into his stomach, causing him to double over and fall to his knees, gasping for breath. "Come on Mr. Wagner. Get up, and take deep breaths. That's right, inhale, two three. Now exhale, two three. Good boy. Ready?" Herman once again put up his guard, and Sam continued to dance and sneak in punches with lightening speed, first to his stomach, then up to his exposed face. She was peppering him with punches at will. His nose was began to bleed and his right eye was nearly swollen shut as the punches continued to pour in. Just when he thought he couldn't possibly take anymore pain, Samantha cocked her arm, and let her fist fly once again to his exposed chin, sending him once again to the floor. Wobbly and delirious, Herman rolled back and forth and tried to get to his knees, but he fell back face first, and was out cold. He was brought out of his unconsciousness with smelling salts, as someone had a firm grip on his hair. Gradually he was able to focus, and stared into the eyes of Mary. "I see you met Samantha. Looks like it didn't go too well for you. Let me help you up." Herman was able to stand; though he was a little wobbly, and Mary brushed off the carpet lint from his T-shirt. "Feeling better?" Herman gave a week, dazed smile and shook his head yes. "Good, because I want you fully aware when I do this." Grabbing his hand, she twisted his arm behind his back and brought her other forearm under his chin and bent him backwards administered an n unbreakable chokehold. In a lightening fast move, she spun him around and took him to the floor face first, still controlling his arm. She flipped him over onto his back with a strength that he didn't know was possible from his petite young daughter. Clamping her legs around his aching head, Herman cried out in pain and begged for release. Mary released the painful hold but quickly moved around to sit on his chest. She pinned both of his shoulders with her knees, and trapped his legs with her arms, drawing them painfully up until they almost touched his head. It felt like his back would snap, and tears started to flow down his cheeks, as his own daughter held him spread eagled and vulnerable. Mary smiled down at him; satisfied that he no longer was able to offer any resistance. "As you can see dear Daddy, Sam has taught me a thing or two about how to protect myself. I don't want to hear any more talk of me withdrawing from school. Is that clear?" Herman gave a weak yes, and begged her to be released. "I'll let you go in just a minute, but first we need to discuss a couple more issues. You have been a good provider to Mom and me over the years, but you've also been a pain in the ass when it comes to what you expect from women. Mom isn't your indentured servant, expected to cook, clean, have sex on demand, and say yes to you no matter what you suggest. I am also an adult now under the law, and I won't jump every time you issue an order. From now on, you will treat both of us with a great deal more respect, and allow us to make our own decisions and run our own lives. Understood?" Herman shook his head, and was thankful feeling the release of his legs. He was unable to move for five minutes, then need the assistance of both young women to go to the bathroom, get cleaned up, and get dressed. Still groggy and with every pore in his body aching, Mary helped him to his car, and buckled him in behind the wheel. She planted a kiss on his cheek. "Sorry I had to implement of form of Tough Love, but I think it was the only thing strong enough to wake you up. Mary closed the door and Herman weakly turned the key to the ignition, and slowly backed out of the parking lot. He took another look at his swollen face in the rearview mirror, then as he started to pull out of the parking lot, began rehearsing the explanation he was going to offer to his wife.