1. The Devil's Pact, The Ghost of Paris Interlude Chapter 6: The Father


    Date: 7/6/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Incest, Straight Sex, Mind Control, Author: mypenname3000, Source: sexstories.com

    The Devil's Pact, The Ghost of Paris Interlude by mypenname3000 Copyright 2014 Chapter Six: 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 eighteen! 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 ...
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