Chapter 6: The Father

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading! Saturday, September 21st, 2013 – Randolf Cummins – Paris, Texas

I sat at my desk in city hall, nursing my scotch, worried sick about my baby girl. Darleen hadn't come back from her dance class. Her car was still parked behind the school, and it was like she had just vanished. Which wasn't like her. She was a good kid. Straight A's, never in trouble, always home before her curfew, and helping out around the house. Which was a blessing since her mom had died ten years ago.

Dark thought after dark thought plagued my mind. She was kidnapped, she was killed, she was lying hurt in a ditch somewhere. I had the entire police force out looking for her. Finding her was their number one priority. What was the point of being Mayor if I couldn't use my power to protect my little girl?

The door opened; my assistant, Chris, walked in. "Sir, she's been arrested."

"Who has?" I demanded. "Why are you even wasting—"

"Your daughter, sir," he answered. "She was arrested for lewd acts in public."

"What?" That couldn't be right.

"It's weird, sir. The arresting officer had been MIA all night, then he showed up with your naked daughter, and she was ... covered in bodily fluids."

A shudder passed through me. I didn't want to think of what that meant. "She's a victim. Why did they arrest her?"

"I don't know. But she's down at the City Jail."

"Let's go," I said, downing my scotch. "My baby girl isn't spending another minute in jail." "Your limo's waiting out front, sir."

The City Jail was newly built on the outskirts of town, and I fumed the entire, ten minute drive across town. It was Saturday, and the streets were dead even though dawn was only a little way off. The eastern horizon was already lightening, gray stealing across the black skies. I drank another scotch, wiping my ruddy face, and tried to keep my anger under control. Why had they locked up my baby girl? Heads were going to roll.

My limo pulled up and I jumped out before my driver could even get out, and strode like an angry bull into the prison ready to kick some ass and take some names and free my daughter from this fucking place.

A prison guarded waited for me, tall and beefy, his face paled when he saw me. "You!" I bellowed.

"Yes, sir," he muttered, stepping forward. The guy may have a foot of height and a hundred pounds of muscle on me, but he cowered before my authority.

"Why has my daughter been arrested?"

"Darleen, er, your daughter, was brought in for being naked in public and, sir, it was quite clear that she had been doing some ... inappropriate activities."

"She's seventeen! What inappropriate activities could she consent to?"

"I ... uh ... I just process them, sir. I don't arrest them."

"You're gonna release her, immediately!"

"I ... uh ... can't do that, sir. It's not ... legal."

"Chris!"

"Already calling Judge Milner," my assistant answered, his phone up to his ear. "We'll get your daughter sprung fast."

"Sorry, sir, just doin' my job," the guard said.

"What's your name!" I demanded.

He blanched. "Grant, sir."

"I'm gonna have you fired for this!"

"Sir, I'm just obeyin' Texas law, sir. I ain't done nothin' wrong. The union'll support me."

Chris leaned in. "Judge's faxing over a release order. He's going to release her into your custody, but she'll have to appear in court later today to get this matter attended to."

"Good, good," I nodded. "I'll see that she's there." I fixed my gaze on the guard. "Good enough?"

"A-as soon as the paperwork faxes over, sir."

"Fine!" I growled.

The wait was interminable. Officer Grant squirmed, and kept looking hopefully at the fax machine in the office, then squirmed some more. I kept giving my assistant a questioning glance, and he just gave me a placating shrug. Finally, the fax machine came to life, printing out the release order.

"If you'll follow me, sir," the guard said, pulling out his keys and unlocked the heavy, steel door. We made our way through the prison, stopping every few feet to have a door unlocked. "She's down here, Mr. Mayor," the guard said, unlocking another door.

Bars rattled and I could hear my sweet daughter moaning in pain. I hurried down the corridor, passing the cells and then gaped. My poor daughter was being held by a skinny man with a weaselly face, his hips pumping away, raping her through the bars.

"Darleen!" I gasped. "Stop him! He's raping my daughter!"

"Fuck, yeah!" groaned the disgusting animal attacking my baby girl. He buried in her and it was clear he was orgasming, and my daughter just kept crying out in pain. "Sweet Jesus, yes! That is some grade A pussy your daughter has!" The brute turned to me and grinned, so proud that he had violated my baby girl.

The cell door opened and Grant rushed in. The inmate immediately released my daughter, backing away, his hands up, an insolent smirk painted across his face. Darleen straighten up, smiling at me and her eyes—

They were silver, shining like the stars.

Her body was so beautiful, despite all the bodily fluids and grime staining her pale figure. My cock hardened—she looked like Gina, her mother. Grief for my dead wife filled me, transforming in to lustful longing for my sweet baby girl.

Another guard unlocked her cell and she walked to me with a predatory grace, hooking her arm around mine. Warmth flushed through me. "Let us depart," she purred. I nodded, and let her lead me away.

They were bringing in another prisoner whose eyes lit up when he saw my daughter. He was a big guy, arms covered in tattoos, head shaved bald. "My Goddess! You got to help me!" he pleaded.

We walked past him. My daughter didn't even glance at the prison. She would never give such a lowlife the time of day. The prisoner was thrown in the cell with the rapist. The guard drew his billy club. I didn't care how bad he hurt the fucking rapist. All that mattered was my lovely baby girl was safe and sound. I would take her home and love her.

My cock ached to show her just how much she was missed.

My limo waited out front, the driver quickly putting out his cigarette and opening the door. Darleen slid in first and I followed. I sat next to her, wrapping my arm around her, comforting her. She clung to me, naked and lithe. Chris slid in, sitting across from us.

"My baby girl's safe," I whispered, staring into her silver eyes. They should be blue, but I couldn't care about that.

She grinned, then leaned in and kissed me. Time seemed to stop; I was kissing my daughter and her lips were sweet and wonderful. I didn't care that my assistant was watching. What was wrong with a father kissing his daughter? Her tongue wiggled into my mouth, exploring me as her hands roamed my body, stroking down to the budge in my pants.

She broke the kiss, and purred, "I want your worship!"

"Yes," I husked, her hands unfastening my pants. "Whatever you want, Darleen."