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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. It was late, well past midnight. Dawn was creeping closer and closer, and my Darleen hadn’t come back from her dance class. Her car was still parked behind the studio. It was like she’d vanished.

That wasn’t like her.

She was a good kid. Straight A’s, never in trouble, always home before her curfew when in high school, and now that she was attending her first year of college, she still made sure she was home at a reasonable time to study. She was always helping out around the house, cooking dinner, making sure I was taken care of.

She was such a blessing to me since her mom had died ten years ago.

Dark thought after dark thought plagued my mind. What if she was kidnapped? Killed? What if she was lying hurt in a ditch somewhere? I had the entire police force of my small town 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 and my assistant, Chris, marched in. “Sir, she’s been arrested.”

“Who has?” I demanded, my hand clutching at the tumbler. “Why are you even wasting—”

“Your daughter, sir,” he interrupted. “She was arrested for lewd acts in public.”

“What?” That couldn’t be right. Arrested? “Why would the cops arrest her? They’re supposed to be finding her, bringing her home. And lewd acts? What the blasted hells does that mean?”

Chris shifted. “It’s definitely unusual, sir. The arresting officer had been MIA all night, then he showed up with your naked daughter at the county jail. She was… covered in bodily fluids.”

“Bodily fluids…” I groaned. A shudder passed through me. I didn’t want to think of what that meant. “Are you saying she’s a victim? Why did they arrest her?”

“She was… doing things in public, or so the arresting officer claimed. Either way, she’s down at the County Jail.”

“Let’s go,” I said. I tossed back my scotch, the amber liquid burning down to my stomach. It settled my nerves. “My baby girl isn’t spending another minute in jail.”

“Your limo’s waiting out front, sir.”

The County Jail was newly constructed on the outskirts of town, a state of the art facility. It was one of my crowning achievements as mayor to help get it built. Paris was the only town of any size in the county. It mostly served my community. I had to wrangle to get the project going, to find the land. I couldn’t erect it in the center of town. There was an outcry.

No, I had to be on the outskirts. The eminent domain proceedings were a nightmare.

I fumed the entire ten minute drive across town to reach it. And that was with the streets devoid of traffic. Even if it wasn’t now Saturday, it was too early for anyone to be out. Dawn was only an hour or so away. The eastern horizon was already lightening, gray stealing across the black skies. I drank another scotch, fighting to keep my anger under control.

Why had they locked up my baby girl? Heads would roll. She was a victim. When I found out…

Ice rattled in my tumbler. I poured another.

I nursed this drink until we arrived, downing the last drops as my limo pulled up before the imposing jail. The concrete fortress rose in the predawn gloom, the walls surmounted by barbed wire. I jumped out before my driver could even get out, and strode like an angry bull towards the solid, metal doors at the front. I was ready to kick some ass, take some names, and free my daughter from this fucking place.

The doors opened as I approached. On the other side, a prison guard waited for me, tall and beefy, his face paling when he saw me. His back straightened slightly.

“You!” I bellowed.

“Yes, Mister Mayor,” 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, Mr. Mayor, it was quite clear that she had been doing some… inappropriate activities.”

“She’s eighteen! What inappropriate activities could she have been doing?”

“We… uh… just process and detain people, Mr. Mayor. We don’t arrest them.”

“You’re gonna release her! Immediately!”

“I… uh… can’t do that, Mr. Mayor. 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, Mr. Mayor.”

“I’m gonna have you fired for this!”

“Sir, I’m just obeyin’ Texas law. I ain’t done nothin’ wrong. The union’ll support me.”

Chris leaned in. “Judge’s faxing over a release order. She’ll be remanded into your custody, but she’ll have to appear in court on Monday 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, Mr. Mayor.”

“Fine!” I growled.

He led me to an office area. 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.

I grunted.

He unlocked a heavy, steel door and we headed deeper and deeper into the facility. We made our way through the prison, stopping every few feet to have a door unlocked. We passed some cells where men were snoring on their cots, the lights turned down. I marched with a straight back as we left this cell block behind.

“She’s down here, Mr. Mayor,” the guard said, unlocking another blasted door.

Bars rattled. I could hear my sweet daughter moaning in pain. A flutter of panic shot through me. I rushed down the corridor, passing the other cells and then gaped at what I saw. I clutched my chest, my heart almost crushed by the horror of it.

My poor daughter was being raped through the prison bars. A skinny man with a weaselly face had reached through the barrier and seized her. He held her naked body to the bars as he drove his cock into her again and again.

“Darleen!” I gasped. “Stop him! He’s raping my daughter!”

“Fuck, yeah!” groaned the disgusting animal attacking my baby girl. “She wants it so bad! Just begging for my dick!”

“Yes!” she howled, sounding like she was in pain. It had to be pain. She couldn’t be enjoying this. Not my innocent Darleen. Those couldn’t sound like moans of rapture.

Grant rushed for the cell and jammed the key into the lock. But it was too late. As that incompetent Grant fumbled at the lock, I could see the look of ecstasy crossing the filthy rapist’s face. He was firing his dirty seed into my daughter.

Darleen screamed her head off at the violation. Her platinum-blonde, cum-stained hair flew around her head as she trembled. Her back arched, her small breasts jiggling. Silver flashed. Were those nipple piercings? No, no, they couldn’t be.

My dick throbbed. Horror shot through me. I couldn’t be enjoying this.

“Get him out of my daughter!” I roared at the incompetent Grant as he struggled to get the door open.

“Sweet Jesus, yes!” the bastard rapist howled as he finished violating my daughter. “That is some Grade A pussy your daughter has!”

“Asshole!” I howled in pure rage.

The bastard gave me an insolent grin before he ripped his cock out of my daughter’s violated pussy. Then the cell door slammed open. Grant darted in, raising his billy club. The fucking rapist just calmly surrendered, falling to his knees before the guard.

I shot my gaze to my daughter. Darleen straightened up. Her head turned, a smile on her lips, while her eyes eyes—

Seized me. They were silver, shining like the stars above.

Despite all the bodily fluids and grime staining her pale figure, she was gorgeous. Lithe and lovely, her breasts small handfuls, her body graceful from years of practicing ballet. The shameful itch in my cock turned into a full erection. I groaned; she looked like Gina, her mother. Longing for my dead wife transformed into lusty passion for my sweet baby girl.

I couldn’t help myself.

She was just so beautiful. She had both her nipples pierced by silver barbells and tattoos of seven-pointed stars around her right breast and by her pubic mound. I shuddered at the sight. When had she gotten those? They made her so… so…

Wanton.

Another guard unlocked her cell. She sauntered towards me with a predatory grace. The scent of sex, hot pussy and salty cum, filled the air around her. I groaned as she hooked her arm around mine, pressing tight through me. A taboo, forbidden warmth flushed through me.

“Let us depart,” she purred.

I nodded, those eyes gripping my soul. I didn’t fight her as she led me away.

Down the hallway, guards were bringing in another prisoner, a big guy with arms covered in tattoos, his head shaved bald. His eyes lit up when he saw my daughter. “My Goddess!” he begged. “You got to help me!”

We strolled past him. My daughter didn’t even spare the prisoner a glance. She would never give such a lowlife the time of day. I glanced back and saw the new prisoner was thrown in the cell with the rapist. The guard drew his billy club and entered. I didn’t care how bad he hurt the fucking rapist. All that mattered was that 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 I missed her. I know I shouldn’t want her. She was my daughter, but she looked so much like Gina. I kept glancing at those breasts covered in drying cum. Silvery flakes fell off of her as she walked. She looked regal, even soiled. Ethereal. Above it all.

She didn’t seem like my daughter at all, but like a… a goddess.

I wanted to worship her. If she commanded it, I would give her my fervor. I would praise her with every ounce of passion I possessed. My heart pounded in my chest. My dick throbbed in my pants, twitching, begging to be free.

Guards opened doors for us with loud clangs of rattling metal. One glance at my daughter, and they understood her importance. She didn’t belong here. She needed to be free. The closer we came to the exit, the greater the ache grew in my dick. That pulsing throb begged for attention. Hers.

The final door opened. Dawn glimmered on the horizon.

My limo waited out front, the driver stepping on his cigarette butt before opening the door for us. He opened his mouth when he saw Darleen then shivered, his expression going slack. Darleen nodded her head then slid in first.

I followed.

I sat next to her. I slid my arm around her, pretending to comfort her. I just want to hold her. Touch her. I stroked my baby girl’s smooth, silky body. My hand was on her hip, aching to slide higher and higher up, to cup her firm, youthful breast. She clung to me, naked and lithe.

Chris slid in, sitting across from us. He arched an eyebrow.

“My baby girl’s safe,” I said, my head turning. I peered into her silver eyes. They should be blue…

I stared into eternity. Felt her power.

“You came to rescue your daughter with all that fatherly passion,” she purred, something different about her words. She spoke with something akin to a British accent. The diction refined. It had my blood boiling.

“Yes,” I groaned. “I love you.”

“Mmm, show me,” she purred, a smile playing on her lips.

Her head leaned closer and closer to me. My heart sped up as those silvery eyes swallowed up my reality. I shuddered as her lips met mine. They were warm and soft. Time stopped as I kissed my daughter. 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. I groaned, meeting the ardor of her passion, brushing her tongue with mine. Her hands caressed over me. She roamed my body with her sweet touch as I whimpered into her kiss. Heat flowed through me, rushing down my body.

Her hands followed.

She slid them down to my crotch. I groaned into the kiss as she squeezed my bulging girth through my pants. She stroked the cock that had quickened her mother’s womb with her life. She sprang from my loins, and now she was touching me.

Incestuous passion consumed me. I hungered for her.

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

“Yes,” I panted, my heart screaming in my chest. “Whatever you want, Darleen.”

“Mmm, I want to break all the mores,” she moaned as her fingers unfastened my slacks. My zipper rasped as she reached in.

“Yes, yes,” I groaned. “I want that.”

She reached into my boxers, her soft hand grabbing my dick. I throbbed in her grip as she pulled me out. My daughter stroked her hand up and down my dick. Pleasure rippled down my shaft. I groaned, my balls tightening. A wicked smile played on her lips, her silvery eyes twinkling.

“So depraved,” she moaned, straddling my waist. “The most forbidden congress! Violate your daughter’s flesh!”

“Yes!” I hissed as I felt her pussy rubbing on the tip of my cock.

With such slow deliberation, my daughter sank her cunt down my dick. Her hot, tight, silky flesh engulfed my cock. I groaned, staring into her glowing, silver eyes. More and more of her snatch slid down my cock until she bottomed out on me.

She moaned, leaning back, her youthful titties bouncing before my eyes. I stared at the silver piercings and the star tattoo on her right breast. They were so beautiful. Her pussy squeezed down on my cock as I wondered when she had gotten them.

It didn’t matter. I sucked a pink, pierced nipple into my mouth. Her pussy clenched down on my dick harder. Her hips shook, stirring herself around my cock as my tongue caressed over her nub, stimulating her.

“So wonderful!” my daughter moaned. She lifted her hips, sliding her cunt up my dick, the pleasure rippling down my cock. “She will always remember this moment!”

Her pussy slammed down my cock.

I groaned, leaned over to love her, and sucked on her nipple. She rode me as the limo moved through the town. Her incestuous cunt slid up and down my dick, squeezing and relaxing. The silky friction was incredible.

She moaned out her passion, sounding so beautiful. So impossible. I stroked her sides, feeling her skin beneath my touch. Silky, smooth, hot. Her hips undulated, stirring her dick around as she rode my cock.

“Oh, yes, yes!” she moaned. “This forbidden bliss! Your cock made this flesh in her mother! She is a piece of you. It’s incredible. Oh, yes, yes you are violating your daughter’s pussy with your cock!”

“Uh-huh, Darleen!” I gasped, my mouth popping off her pierced nipple. “Daddy loves your pussy! You’re so hot and tight! Like your mother was! Oh, yes, yes! You’re just as beautiful as her! You feel just as hot!”

She purred in delight.

I sucked her nipple back into my mouth. My hands slid around, finding her ass. I squeezed her butt-cheeks, gripping her tight. My balls grew tighter and tighter. The heat of her pussy trickled down my cock. She bathed my nuts in her passion.

Her hips rose faster, my hands guiding her movements. I danced her hips, swirling her pussy around my cock. The pleasure of her sweet embrace went straight to my balls. My daughter was riding me. This incredible delight surged through me. The limo seat creaked as we shared this forbidden bliss.

“I’m fucking my daughter!” I moaned out, my lips popping off her nipple again. I threw my head back. “I’m fucking my daughter, and it’s the most wonderful sensation in the world!”

“Mmm, yes, yes,” Darleen moaned in that unearthly voice. “Tell me how much you love my cunt! Tell me how you love your daughter’s pussy sliding up and down your dick!”

“It’s the best!” I howled, my balls growing tighter. “Every other pussy I’ve ever fucked has paled in compared to yours. This is so forbidden, so wrong. You’re my flesh, you’re a part of me, and now I’m violating you.”

“You’ve wanted to do this for a long time, haven’t you?” she moaned. It felt like her eyes were seeing into my darkest fantasies. How I had longed for this and fought against it.

“Oh, yes, baby girl!” I moaned. “Ever since your momma died!”

She smiled. “Good. Speak more. Let her hear how you truly see her.”

“You’re as beautiful as your momma, baby girl!” I groaned.

Her hips rose faster. I wasn’t going to last much longer in the forbidden embrace of her pussy. That delicious cunt worked up and down me, growing hotter and hotter as I spoke. As I confessed what had been hidden in the depths of my soul.

“Ever since you turned eighteen, I’ve wanted you to take her place. I’ve dreamed of crawling in your bed at night and finding comfort and love in your arms.”

“Yes, yes!” she gasped, her pussy squeezing around my dick, massaging me as she bounced up and down my cock. “Keep speaking! Say it all! Tell your daughter how you lusted after her!”

“I’ve stolen your panties,” I confessed. “Ever since you turned eighteen! I sniffed them, licked them, and enjoyed your fresh flavor. Then I’d wrap them around my cock and pretend I was fucking your sweet snatch!”

“So wrong!” my daughter gasped. “So perverted! I love it!”

“I would cum in them and hope you would wear them!” I howled, my balls so tight. I couldn’t last much longer. “It was as close as I could come to truly fucking you, Darleen! Until now!”

My confession sent her over the edge.

Her pussy slammed down my dick and convulsed. Wild spasms writhed around my cock. My daughter threw her head back and screamed out in rapture. She bucked on me, her passion moaning out of her. She sang with such sweet rapture.

Her platinum-blonde hair waved about her head. She kept riding me even as her pussy convulsed around me. Her hands squeezed down on my shoulders, fingernails digging into my flesh. Her lovely breasts bounced and jiggled before me, her silver piercings and tattoo shining.

“Keep riding me, baby girl,” I groaned. “Daddy’s gonna cum in you!”

“Not yet!” she moaned even as her hips slowed into a languorous rhythm, like she was drawing out our pleasure.

She stared down into my eyes, a pair of twinkling stars set in a perfect face. She kissed me with that hot mouth. She thrust her tongue past my lips. It was a perfect kiss, our mouths joined as tightly as our bodies. We were united in every way. I savored the kiss and her cunt convulsing silky delight around my cock.

The first rays of the sun fell upon us, warm on my face.

Darleen stiffened in my arms, pulling away from me. Her eyes were blue while confusion painted across her face. She stopped fucking me, looking around and settling all her weight on me. She whimpered as she impaled herself fully down my cock.

“Daddy?” she asked, her voice quiet, all the power in it gone, her Texan accent returned.

“Why’d you stop, baby girl?” I moaned. “I’m so close.”

She frowned. “It’s like I just woke up from a dream, Daddy.”

“Just keep loving me,” I told her, squeezing her ass and moving her hips. I worked her pussy up and down my dick. “Just keep fucking me. Daddy needs to cum so bad.”

A soft moan escaped her lips, then her hips started moving. “It was such a naughty dream I had, Daddy,” she moaned in my ear. “I was fucked by the Ghost, then I fucked my dancing instructor.”

Whitney, her instructor, was a gorgeous creature I had always wanted to bed, but she never responded to my advances. I pictured my baby girl kneeling before the sultry, black-haired woman, eating her pussy.

My balls were about to erupt.

“I fucked a cop and a pair of twins!” she gasped. “The tattoo artist pounded me hard while he pierced my nipples, and I let a bar full of men fuck me and piss on me, Daddy!”

“Such a naughty dream!” I groaned, my balls about to erupt in her incestuous depths.

“Then I fucked a prisoner! Did you see that?”

“I did! Such a wicked thing for you to do!”

“And last, I came on my daddy’s cock!” She rode me faster. Her pierced nipples dancing in front of my face.

My balls tensed. “And your daddy loved that the most!”

“I’m gonna cum on your cock again, Daddy!” she shrieked. “I’m… Yes!”

Her pussy spasmed about my cock, milking the cum out of my balls. She felt so hot as she bounced on me. This was a wondrous delight to experience. I don’t know what changed about her, but my baby girl was back.

And she was cumming on my dick.

“Here it comes, baby girl!” I groaned. “Fuck, yes!”

I exploded into my daughter’s incestuous depths. Her hot flesh writhed about my erupting cock. I groaned with each blast of cum that fired out of me. I pumped my load of jizz into my daughter. She gasped atop me, her platinum-blonde hair swaying about her flushed face.

Stars burst before my eyes as the sweetest pleasure of all filled me. I squeezed my daughter’s rump, holding her tight as she quivered atop me. Her convulsing flesh wrung me dry. She whimpered on me as I spurted the last blast of my fertile jizz into my daughter’s depths.

“My baby girl,” I groaned. “Oh, Darleen, I’ve wanted that for so long.”

“Daddy,” she mewled as she collapsed against me. She shivered and gasped in my arms. “Oh, Daddy, that was amazing.”

I held her warm body to mine, savoring the afterglow of cumming in my little girl’s cunt. My hands stroked her supple back. My cock softened, but stayed inside her, enjoying the delight of being in her juicy depths.

“I don’t want this dream to end, Daddy,” she whispered.

“Neither do I, baby girl.”

My daughter kissed me on the mouth with hunger. My cock throbbed. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I pumped her full of my cum again.

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Friday, August 25th, 2017 – Astarte – Paris, France

Even with my prescience, I couldn’t defeat Mark.

A great tempest howled around me, a prison of gusting wind whipping up dirt that stung at my face. Mark Glassner, gleaming in his gold armor, strode through the ruins of Paris towards me. He burned with energy. The powers of Moloch, Lucifer, Lilith, Dagon, and Chemosh filled him. My demonic servants, shining like silvery stars, rushed to my defense. Tendrils of water whipped out from Mark, knocking them back.

He didn’t even need the cadre of beautiful, silvery ghosts flanking him.

There was no future I could see where I would escape from his celestial gold blade. I was trapped in this whirlwind swirling around me. It was Chemosh’s power. My fellow demon lord had fallen to Mark just like Lucifer and the others had.

Now it was my turn.

Chemosh’s winds parted for Mark. He strolled through the gap, his intense blue eyes burning into mine. I took a deep breath, holding my head up with pride. For nearly three years I’d ruled Western Europe, molding the continent into a place fit for a Goddess.

“Astarte,” Mark growled. “Nine of my bodyguards are dead because of you.”

I gave him a mocking smile. “Only nine? I should have tried harder. And how’s your lovely wife?”

I had almost killed that bitch when she led her forces across the Seine yesterday. Almost.

His eyes grew even harder. His blade cut me down.

The pain was terrible. My powers were ripped from me. Mark and his whore-wife gained my prescience as they siphoned away all I had gained over the eons. I should have fallen into the Abyss. I should have been at the mercy of all those demons and spirits I’d trod upon at the height of my power.

But I didn’t fall.

I’d anticipated this possibility years ago. I’d prepared a vessel to occupy my spirit and give me refuge. Lucifer thought his plan could not fail, but I saw all futures. I was blinded by my own pride like the Morning Star.

I opened my eyes and let out a burst of babbling talk. My vessel was only three years old. But I would grow and hide and wait for an opportunity.

“There you are,” cooed Darleen, my vessel’s mother. The girl had matured since I’d possessed her nearly four years ago. She was still beautiful, but her figure had ripened. She bent down, scooping me up and ran a hand through my platinum-blonde curls. “How’s my baby girl today?”

“Fine, momma,” I cooed as I hugged her.

I waited three thousand years to be free of the Abyss and rule the world. I could be patient again.

The END

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