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


    Date: 2/17/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Incest, Male/Female, Mind Control, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 71.4, Source: sexstories.com

    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 ...
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