Chapter 3

"Unit 13, respond," the radio crackled just as Deon and James sat down.

"Damnnit! We can't even enjoy a decent meal any more!" James grumbled grabbing his first fry.

"I just checked in to report we're taking our lunch," Deon stated reaching for his hand mic.

"Unit 13, come in, over," dispatch repeated.

"Unit 13. What's going on?"

"Missing person call, a young girl disappeared a few moments ago. 624 Sycamore Street. Please advise. Are you able to respond?"

"624 Sycamore? That's the same address as the call from yesterday," Deon noted, taking a sip of his soda.

"Cal lives on Sycamore. I don't know the address, but that's the street he's on," James replied.

"Great. His slutty daughter didn't go home last night and he's looking for an update on her status."

Smirking, James took a bite of his hamburger. "Her status is she's probably under some guy even as we speak," he chucked, garbling his words with a mouthful of food.

"Or guys," Deon added with a wink. "Dispatch, Unit 13. We'll respond to the address, over."

"Ten-four."

"Jeeze, I'd like to be able to finish my lunch," James stated standing.

"We are. Sit down and eat. There's no hurry to tell Cal we don't know where the slut is."

Smiling, he returned to his chair, dipping a fry into the ketchup. "Remember the last slut he sold that car to?"

Deon smiled. She had a nice pussy when he first started fucking her, but the damn thing got all used up fast. "Yea, she was something else. Went through those frat boys like water."

"Yea, and half the town too. What ever happened to her?"

"Last I heard she's still in the nut house. Her mind was gone by the time they found her. She's kept sedated and the orderlies have a really nice time with her when no one's looking. They even allow night visits from a few select friends, from what I've heard."

"You wouldn't be one of those select friends, would you?"

"Just once or twice."

"Man, you're holding out on me? What the fuck?"

"Trust me, James, that little white cock would be lost inside of her. Hell, you'd probably fall in," he said snickering.

"I'm not that small," he mumbled returning to his meal.

Cal sat on the steps leading to the kitchen, holding his face inside of his hands sobbing.

"Daddy, it's not your fault. I know," Nicole said sitting next to him, putting her arm around his broad shoulders.

"I don't know how I could have done something like that. It's disgusting! And with my own daughter!"

"Daddy, please don't blame yourself. I know how you feel. I couldn't stop myself either."

Lifting his head, he turned to face her. "What do you mean?" Sighing, she took a deep breath.

"You wanted to know where I was all day yesterday, right?"

"Yes, of course."

"I was out, every where."

"That doesn't tell me a lot, Nicole. You'll have to be more specific."

"I dunno, Daddy, it's hard to say and I don't want you to get mad, I know how you can be when you're angry. That's why boys don't ask me out, 'cause they know you too."

"You went out on a date?"

"Well, sorta, I guess, but not really."

"Nicole, you're really not making any sense. Just tell me, I've got a lot on my mind right now and I don't have time for your games. Where did you go after you left the car lot?"

Fumbling with the bottom of her robe, she couldn't face him. She was ashamed of what happened and even more ashamed that she enjoyed it. All of it and wanted more. But now, after thinking about what happened she felt sick to her stomach. And the pain, even after the Vicodin, she was still hurting.

"Well? Are you going to tell me?"

"Uhm, yes, Daddy. Um, after I left the car lot I went, huh, boy this is going to be hard."

"Did you go meet someone?"

"Not someone exactly. More like a few someones."

"A few? What do you mean? What happened?" His intense stare frightened her as she turned away, unable to face him. "Did you have sex, Nicole?" Slowly she nodded. "Oh my God. With who? What's his name?"

"I dunno," she whispered, her voice cracking.

"YOU DON'T KNOW?!? You had sex with a boy you don't even know his name?"

"Maybe I shouldn't say any more."

"Oh no, young lady, you're going to tell me and tell me everything. I mean everything!"

Taking a deep breath, she put her head down, ashamed of what she was about to say, but needing to get it off of her chest. Even if it means certain death at the hands of her father. "It wasn't just one, Daddy. There were others."

"Define others"

"A lot. A whole lot."

"More than ten?" she nodded. "Twenty?" another nod. "Oh God, Nicole how could you! Exactly how many were there?"

"I'm not sure. More than I can remember."

"More than you can remember!?! Are you kidding me?" Cal's paternal instincts kicked in as he grew angrier by the second. "You little slut!" he shouted wanting for the first time in his life to slap her.

"Well it's no worse than what you just did to Renee!" she screamed at the top of her lungs standing to leave. She had hoped he would be more understanding because of what he just went through, but apparently not.

"Hold it right there!" he said grabbing her arm. "I told you that I couldn't stop that from happening. It wasn't me. I'd never do anything to hurt you or your sister. Ever."

"I know that, Daddy, that's what I'm trying to tell you. It was the same for me yesterday. Every place I went, I had sex with someone over and over again and I couldn't stop myself. I can't explain it. It was like I was possessed or something."

The two stared into each other's eyes, waiting for the other to say something, but neither had anything to say.

"I'm still very sore from what happened to me," Nicole finally said, breaking the long silence. "I'd like to go to the doctor, just to check to make sure I'm okay inside."

"What did they do to you?"

"Sex, Daddy. A lotta sex with a lotta guys." Turning to face him, she untied her robe. It's been years since he's seen her naked, but he's her father, so it should be alright. Opening the front, his eyes widened as she exposed herself to him. "See."

The bruises, whelps, red blotches, scratches, hickies and teeth marks littered her body from her neck right down to between her legs. The pubic region was inflamed and the lips surrounding the enlarged opening had two, fluid-filled sacs primed to pop at any moment. Dropping the robe to the ground, she slowly turned, showing him the marks on her back and ass. They were cruel and brutal with her and she allowed them to do whatever they wanted.

"Oh my God," he exclaimed seeing the condition she was in. "Who did this to you?"

"They all did."

"I've never seen a pus, uh vagina look like that before. It's all puffy and swollen and what are those pockets along the side?" he asked reaching his finger out to touch one. She jerked back from the tenderness. "I won't hurt you, I just need to see what it is. It looks like they're about to pop," he added touching the inflamed area.

"Unit 13 to base, come in," Deon radioed stopping in front of the Bennett home.

"Base to Unit 13, over."

"We're at 624 Sycamore, responding to the missing person's call. Will advise."

"Ten-four, over."

"Looks like she's home," James said noticing Nicole standing in front of her seated father. "Why did he call in a missing person report if she's home already?"

"I dunno, probably just to let us know she's home now. Hard to tell, but we've gotta check it out."

"Yea, I know, just another routine call," James said reaching for his cap. "HOLY SHIT!" he nearly shouted as Nicole dropped the robe, standing naked right in front of her own father.

"I'll be damned," Deon said smiling. "Looks like dear ole dad got to her before any of us."

"Look! He's fingering her!" James exclaimed, feeling his cock twitching.

"I think it's time we have a little talk with Cal. Make sure we put him in his place," Deon stated, swinging his door open.

"What's going on here?" Deon's booming voice resonated throughout the small garage.

Cal jumped, nearly falling off the step as Nicole stumbled, turning to see the two officers standing at the opened garage door. "OH MY GOD!" she screeched, grabbing her robe, dashing past her father, rushing into the house.

"Stand up, Cal," Deon said towering over him.

"It's not what you think!" he tried to explain, only to be silenced.

"Save it for the judge, Cal. We know what you did to your daughter and you should be ashamed of yourself."

Putting his head down, he felt like shit. How did they know what he did to Renee? Did someone see and report it? He did have the garage door open and anyone could have see what happened.

"It wasn't my fault, I didn't mean, I mean I couldn't stop..."

"Cal, you're digging yourself a bigger hole. Just shut up and listen. James, hand me your cuffs," he said turning to his partner.

"CUFFS? What? Why? I didn't do anything..."

"Are you denying that you didn't have sex with your daughter?" His eyes grew wide. "Are you?"

"No," he mumbled lowering his head. "But it wasn't my fault."

"Like I said, tell it to the judge. I'm sure they'll have a nice prison cell waiting for you and you know what they do to guys like you in prison, right?"

"It only happened once. Well, twice, but at the same time. It wasn't my fault, please. James, you know me. You know I wouldn't do anything like that to my own daughter."

"I dunno, Cal, it looks pretty bad," he said watching as Deon turned him around to cuff him.

"I'm going to talk to Nicole. To get a statement. You stay here with the perv and make sure he don't go anywhere," he said winking. James smiled knowing what he had in mind.

"Have a seat, Cal, you might as well get comfortable. We may be here for a while," he added helping him to sit on the steps.

"Hello, Nicole, remember me?" he asked swinging her door open. Indeed she did remember him and that giant club he used on her yesterday. She cowered on her bed, pulling her sheets up against her chest. "Don't be like that, Sweetheart. You seemed much friendlier last night."

"Please go and leave me alone."

"I'm not going any place until we come to an understanding."

"An understanding?"

Sitting next to her on the bed, he reached for her, touching her leg though the sheet. She jerked it away, moving closer to the wall.

"You're father just confessed. We know all about what happened and he can do some serious time for it," he started, touching her leg once again. "You wouldn't want to see that happen, would you? Seeing you father rot in prison? He will you know." he added with a smile. "And the inmates don't treat guys like your father very well, you know. I'm sure you've heard the stories."

"It wasn't his fault! He couldn't stop himself!"

"I don't think the judge will buy that. He'll be sent to prison for at least 20 years, maybe longer. You and your family will lose everything and be dirt poor," he said giving her a second to take it in. "You'll lose this house, the cars, all your possession and all because your dear old dad couldn't keep his cock in his pants."

He smiled watching as the tears welled into her eyes and she began shaking.

"But you can prevent all that from happening, you know. No one needs to find out what you and your father did."

"H ... how?" she asked wiping the tears from her cheek. Reaching out to touch her hand he smiled.

"Just be nice to us like you did yesterday."

"WHAT? That wasn't me!"

"It sure looked like you."

"I mean it was me, but I couldn't stop it from happening."

"You're saying you were raped? You didn't want it to happened?"

"No, I mean yes, I mean, I don't know what I mean. All I know is that I didn't want to do those things but I couldn't stop myself."

"So what's stopping you now?" The question caught her off guard and she had to think about it. For some reason she had absolutely no desire to have sex with anyone, especially after all the mean things the men did to her yesterday.

"I don't want to now."

"But you will, right?"

"What do you mean?"

"To keep your father outta prison. You'll be nice to me and my partner and anyone else we say. Otherwise, we're taking your father to the police station and arrest him for incest and child molestation."

"WHAT? Please, no, you can't do that, He couldn't stop himself from doing it. It wasn't his fault!"

Smiling, he reached out, touching her cheek. "The choice is yours, Nicole. Either you play nice with us, or you won't see you father for a very long time. What's it going to be? It's up to you."

Sighing, she looked downward, noticing the huge bulge in the front of his pants. Swallowing hard, she slowly nodded. "I'll do what you want."

"Smart girl," he said standing to remove his gun belt. "I think we'll start off with a blow job. You'll need a lotta practice to get it right." She didn't want to watch him undressing, but couldn't pull her eyes away.

When his pants and underwear slid down and the huge black cock sprang free, swinging about as he undress, she gulped. He was by far the largest she had ever seen, or felt and knew how much it would hurt her, especially as sore as she still was. He stood next to the bed, slowly stroking the black club. "Come on, Nicole, you know you want it."

Her mouth was parched, but she leaned forward, opening her mouth and closing her eyes. She couldn't bear to see what she was about to do.

"What about my daughter?" Cal asked shifting to get comfortable in the cuffs.

"Nicole will be fine. Deon's just asking her a few questions, that's all."

"No, I mean Renee. My other daughter."

"What do you mean? I didn't even know you had another daughter."

"She missing. That's why I called you."

"She ran away?"

"NO! She was taken."

"Kidnapped? Did you see who took her?"

"Not who, what. She was sitting in Nicole's car and the damn thing just started up and left with her inside. Almost like it had a mind of it's own or something."

"A car took your daughter? Come on, Cal, do you know how ridicules that sounds? You go around saying things like that and they'll haul you off for sure."

"I'm not lying, that damned car just backed out with her sitting in the passenger seat."

"Alright, let's just say for now I believe you. Why would it do that?"

"The hell if I know. But I do know when I was inside of it, I had really strange thought and images running through my head. And I did, I uh, couldn't control myself and hurt my baby girl."

"You hurt her? What do you mean?"

"That's why you're here, right? Someone saw what I did to Renee and called you?"

"Oh, yea, right. We got that call. You were fucking your youngest daughter in the garage," he said smiling. He's really getting fucked now. "So tell me, Cal, what was she wearing the last time you saw her?"

He lowered his head, unable to answer.

"Well, what was she wearing? I need it for the report."

"Nothing," he murmured.

"What, speak up, I can't hear you. What was she wearing?"

"NOTHING!" he shouted knowing how bad that looked. Smiling, James pulled out his notebook and began writing.

"Which way did your daughter drive away in?"

"She didn't drive away, that damn car took her away!"

"Cal, that sounds crazy. You know what they do with crazy people, don't you? Maybe after you do your time for molesting you daughters, they'll send you to get the help you need. There's a good mental health hospital not too far from here."

"I'M NOT CRAZY!"

"Like Deon said, we'll leave it to the judge to decide."

"Please, James, I don't care about me right now, but I'm worried about my daughter. Call on your radio to get her some help. Nicole told me things that happened to her yesterday and if anything like that were to happen to Renee, I'd never forgive myself."

"Okay, Cal, I'll need a description of her and maybe a recent photo. I'll see what I can do."

"She's four foot eleven, about eighty-five pounds and a very sweet girl. There's a picture of her on the kitchen counter. Please. Do something to help her."

"I'll call it in after I check out your story," he said stepping over him to enter the house. "Stay right where you are, don't move an inch or we'll add resisting arrest to the other charges!"

Smiling, he picked up the framed photo sitting next to the picture or Nicole. Both girls were happy and smiling, not a care in the world. Carrying it toward the back of the house, he heard the muffled grunts and whimpers echoing down the hall. From the sounds, it wasn't hard to find which room was Nicole's.

Slowly opening the door, James looked in to see his naked partner stretched out on the bed, slamming his full body weight onto the young whore they used yesterday. She was grunting with every body slam as it knocked the wind out of her. Her only reprieve was the second or two it took for him to rear back before thrusting hard into her.

His bulky size eclipsed her smaller frame but her widely spread legs and thrashing arms were clearly visible. Her head only reached his chest and his feet hung over the bottom. Her headboard banged out a rhythmic melody, repeatedly crashing against the wall.

James shook his head. He's seen Deon fucking plenty of whores before and he always battered them hard, churning their guts with his giant cock, but this girl he seemed excessively rough on.

"Turn over, I want to fuck that ass now!" he heard Deon order as he pulled away from the stressed girl. She didn't move fast enough as he grabbed an arm and leg, flipping her over like a pancake. She grunted, falling to the bed with a thud. Pulling her up by the hips, he positioned himself behind her, aiming for her round ass cheeks.

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass and cum in your mouth. You'd like that, wouldn't you slut? You love having cum in your mouth, especially if the cock is covered with your ass juices, isn't that right?!"

God how he gets that monster into any woman is amazing, but to get it into such a small hole ... Poor girl probably won't be able to shit for a week. She howled like an injured wolf as the bloated head pushed it's way inside. A high-pitched shriek followed as more was cruelly forced in. Smiling, he closed the door, returning to the garage to check on Cal. The last rounds of her grunts were pretty loud and he didn't want dear old dad coming to check on her.