Chapter 1

Lexi grew up in a strict household. Daddy was a long time preacher at one of the cities most popular, predominantly white Catholic churches and Mama was a teacher St. Mary's, the private school that she had attended her whole life. Since both of her parents were considered prominent and respectful figures in the community, Lexi was expected to be a model citizen in their eyes. No boyfriends. No going out on weeknights. Straight A's. No television programs that went beyond a "G" rating. Nothing but the very best for their little princess.

Her father had recently given quite a few speeches about the importance of Pro-Life, speaking at several private functions of the exceeding dangers of teenage sex, unforgivable sin, and the murderous trials of those that dared to enter into an abortion clinic. He had even, on occasion, been present at the clinic with others like himself, holding picket signs and jeering at anyone who went in or out.

Lexi came home from school that Friday night, thankful she had finished her homework for the weekend in her seventh period study hall. The evening went as it usually did. They finished dinner and Lexi went up to her room where she took a shower and slipped into her frilly two piece pajama set, curling herself under the warm comforter of her four poster fairytale bed and drifting into a peaceful sleep, anticipating a weekend to relax. What she got, however, was not what she was expecting.

Lexi was roughly gagged, wristbound and blindfolded before she ever fully awoke to the reality of what was taking place. Her cries were muffled against the gag and she thrashed hard against her unseen captor as her fear began to set in, but it was a futile effort since her tiny 98lb frame was no match for the large figure that had picked her up and easily laid her over his shoulder. She kicked her legs frantically as she felt a hand covering her mouth and nose. That was the last thing she remembered.

The girl awoke to find herself in what appeared at first glance to be her own room... Had she dreamt it? No... Three of the four walls were exactly as her room normally was, but in front of the bed, where the fourth wall would have been, was a huge full length mirror,. She shook her head slowly back and forth and squinted her eyes at the pounding headache that was pulsating behind her eyes.

It wasn't until she pushed the covers back off her legs that she realized that she was chained to the bed by her ankle. The poor girl began to cry as she pulled violently at the restraint, all the while screaming for someone, anyone, to help her. No one came. For what seemed like hours, Lexi lay trapped on her bed, curled fetal and sobbing.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the mirror, was her hero. Her Daddy. There was also another man standing beside him and several other men operating cameras that were pressed up to the two way glass. The man to his immediate side was dark skinned, tall, at least 6"7', easily 250 lbs and completely muscle. The black man turned to Lexi's Daddy and in a deep and forceful tone said, "You know what you need to do. Now go." Lexis Daddy nodded his head reluctantly and knocked on the door to Lexi's psuedo room.

"Please help me!", the girl cried at the knock desperately. As her Daddy entered, her heart soared, finally convinced he'd take her away from this place. "Daddy!", she called to him, but he remained silent as he advanced on the girl.

Lexi's tear brimmed eyes looked at him perplexingly. "Daddy?", she asked him now, sensing something was wrong. Her Daddy eyes weren't at all soft and warm like they usually were, instead had been replaced by a vacant expression and cold stares. He moved across the room and stood at the foot of her bed. "Take off your clothing Alexia." He commanded her sternly.

Lexi furrowed her brow at the strange command, maybe this was part of his plan to take her out of this place. She started in, "Daddy! please! We have to get out of here, Where are we? Why do you want me to take off my clothes? Why am I locked up? Have I been bad? I don't understand... what's going on? Where's Mama? The barrage of questions poured from the little girl's mouth and seemed to pass right by her father. "Shh", he told her. "The sooner you do as I tell you, the sooner we can go home okay, baby? Now please, be a good girl."

This wasn't right and Lexi knew it, but if it meant she could go home, she would do anything. She uneasily slipped her nightshirt up over her head and let it fall beside her. Her father looked down on her and nodded, "good girl", he told her and she offered him a weak smile. "Now the pants Lex." Lexi shifted forward so that she could easily pull the pajama pants down around her creamy white bottom, exposing her pink panties with the tiny bow in the front. She pulled the pajamas down off of her legs but because the chain was still on her ankle, she couldnt take them off completely and they remained wrapped in the metal links. "Can we go home now, Daddy?" she asked him, crossing her arms modestly over her tiny A-cups.

"Soon Lexi, Now take off your panties." Lexi was confused, "But I'll have nothing left to cover myself..." she protested. "DO AS YOU ARE TOLD!", He had raised his voice at her. He never yelled at her and this frightened the girl who began to cry again. She sniffled and rubbed the fresh tears from her eyes before slipping the panties down past her thighs and pulling one leg free, leaving them around her ankle with the pajama bottoms.

He watched her now, naked before him, crying, vulnerable, trembling. Normally he would have protected her. Kept her safe. He fondly remembered the blue eyed, black haired little girl he had kissed goodnight before all of this happened. He shook his head, putting the image of innocence out of his mind. He had no choice now and for some reason, seeing his daughter this way was rousing his cock from slumber as it became evident by the tightening bulge in his pants.