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 For a Father's Love, part 6

   by wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

   (Mg, incest, ped, blackmail)

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   Special thanks again to Laura McNaughton for all her work on this story!

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   I was pacing back and forth in front of the reception window sweating
profusely.  We were two minutes late and Dr.  Brown was waiting at the door
for us.  He'd sent his receptionist home and as far as I knew, it was just
the three of us in his office.  He instructed me to have a seat in the
waiting room and took Christy into his office.  That was twenty minutes
earlier and I was as nervous as an expectant father.

   What could he be discussing with her?  Was he drilling her for more
information?  Are the cops in there with them questioning her about what we
did?  What is taking so long?  I glanced at the front door.  It was locked
but I was sure I could figure a way out if I had to.  I shook my head at
the thought.  Where would I go and what would I do?  I can't just take off
and leave everything behind.  Just then the door opened and Brown's head
emerged.

   "Mr.  Taylor, come inside." That was an ominous request and I took a
deep breath.  My heart was racing and I wiped my brow for the hundredth
time since we got there.  It's time to pay the piper.

   I was relieved to see that there were no other people in the room except
for Dr.  Brown and Christy.  At least the police fear may be put to rest,
but I was still worried about what this meeting was all about.  "Have a
seat," he said waving his hand towards the chair I sat in yesterday. 
Christy was standing next to his desk and as soon as he sat down, she
climbed on his lap.

   I was surprised by that because normally she's a shy girl and wouldn't
even sit on my brother's lap the last time we saw them.  Brown had a
serious expression and his cold, dark eyes seemed to pierce my soul.  I
waited for a long minute before he spoke again.

   "I'm sure you know why you're here, Bill.  You don't mind if I call you
Bill, do you?" Slowly I shook my head.  "We have a very serious situation
and we need to discuss what options we have," he added, looking down at
Christy.  I swallowed hard not knowing what to expect.

   "Yesterday I examined Christy and found that she was still a virgin. 
Today's exam revealed that this is no longer the case.  I think this is a
more serious situation than I imagined.  Would you like to explain
yourself?"

   I sat staring at the two of them, my eyes darting from Christy, who
wouldn't look at me, to the man who seemed to have my life in his hands.  I
was quiet, not able to respond.  What could I say anyway?  I swallowed hard
again and waited for the other shoe to drop.  "What is it you want, Dr. 
Brown?"

   "What I want?" He smiled and pulled Christy to his chest.  My eyes
followed his hand as it drifted down from her chest and disappeared behind
the desk some place between her legs.  He didn't just fondle her, did he? I
looked back at his cocky grin and felt my stomach turn.

   "Let me explain the situation to you, Bill.  I have the power right now
to have you arrested and incarcerated for the rest of your miserable life.
As a psychiatrist, I could have you diagnosed a threat to society and you'd
never see the light of day.  I can also make sure you're placed in the
general population and let it be known to the other inmates what you were
arrested for.  I'm sure they'd love to have you.  I really don't suppose
you'd survive in there very long." He sat gloating, still moving his hand
somewhere under the desk.

   "I've explained everything to Christy and she understands the
consequences of disobedience.  I just want to make sure you understand them
as well."

   I was dumbfounded.  What was he saying?  "I don't understand."

   "I'll spell it out then.  Christy is mine to use as I see fit and you
will not lift one finger to interfere.  She will perform certain, uh,
duties for me and others that I designate and you will be required to
transport her to and from wherever I say at a moment's notice.  I may also
be dropping by your home from time to time either alone or with others to
see her and you will eagerly invite us in."

   "Wait a minute.  You can't be serious.  What do you take me for?  I'm
not going to allow you to abuse my daughter like that!"

   "I don't think you have a choice.  Either you play ball or you're the
bunkmate, or should I say the spunkmate of half the prisoners.  I'll let
you chose." Reaching into his top drawer he pulled out the DVD he'd given
me yesterday and dropped it on the desk.  "I added your response as well at
the end." I was so furious that I was shaking.

   He whispered something into Christy's ear and she looked at me before
climbing off his lap.  With horror, I watched as she turned to face Brown
and dropped to her knees.  Her face was right on his lap and she was doing
something that I could only imagine what it was.  The loud smacking sounds
coming from her told me everything I needed to know.

   "You see, Bill, Christy's accepted her role and is willing to do
whatever she has to in order to keep her father out of jail.  In spite of
what you did to her, she loves you and is willing to do whatever I say to
save your sorry ass.  I only hope you feel the same way."

   "Wh...what is it you want us to do?" I had a sick feeling about this.  I
watched as he grasped her head with both hands and bounced it up and down
like a ball while she sucked.  My blood began to boil.  I don't know if it
was my paternal instincts kicking in or if I saw her more as my lover and
didn't want another man touching her, but I was about to reach across the
desk and punch him.

   "In my work I deal mostly with sex offenders and have a contract with
the county to serve as a therapist while they're in jail and I council them
once they're released.  A lot of, um, shall we say, patients, still have
urges for little girls so I help them to control those urges by supplying
them with an outlet.  For a small fee, of course."

   My mouth dropped open.  "Is this what this is all about?  To use my
daughter to allow ex cons a little girl to fuck?  You can't be serious."

   "That's only the beginning, Bill.  Have you ever heard of a group called
the Black Orchids?" I shook my head.  "We're an international group of
forward thinking men who all share a common thread.  We invest heavily into
the commercial aspects of underage movie production and have a multimillion
dollar Internet business selling DVDs, photos and toys."

   "Wait, are you talking about child pornography?  You want my daughter to
be in a kiddy porn movie?  I'm sorry; Dr.  Brown, but I just can't allow
that!  You can do whatever you want to me, but I won't allow you to hurt
Christy!"

   "I think we should leave that up to Christy, don't you?  After all, it's
her father who will be taken away from her and never seen again.  I've got
a lot of friends in high places and I could easily have Christy adopted by
one of our members and you would have no control over anything in her life.
Is that what you want?  At least with my offer you'll have your freedom,
you'll get to see your daughter every day and your life won't be adversely
affected.  Think about it before you speak or this irrational decision will
have profound consequences."

   I was numb.  I couldn't even move, let alone think.  My eyes followed
them as he led her by the hand to the leather sofa and laid her down. 
Slowly he removed her skirt and unbuttoned her blouse and I did nothing to
stop him.  Her panties were lowered, exposing her reddened slit and still I
allowed him to continue.  He whispered things to her that I couldn't hear
and she followed his orders.

   His cock wasn't as long as mine and the head not as thick, but it was
impressive for such a small man.  The smell of baby oil filled my nostrils
as he applied a liberal amount on his cock and her crack.  I couldn't
believe that I wasn't trying to stop him, but I knew what would happen if I
did.  He got on top of her, guiding his erection to the bridge between her
legs and slowly pushed his hips.  She grunted and I knew he had entered
her.

   I didn't want to watch but I couldn't tear my eyes away as he pumped up
and down, pushing his cock inside her over and over again.  She turned her
face towards me, her bright green eyes lifelessly gazing at me.  I had a
flashback of Julie.  She was in the exact same position when I first saw
her too.

   Back in college I shared an apartment with two guys and one slept on the
sleeper-sofa in the living room.  This guy was quite the stud and had girls
over all the time fucking them in the living room.  The night I met Julie I
was watching TV when he brought her home.  I excused myself and went into
my room but stayed at the doorway watching while they made out.  She was
beautiful, much more than the usual skanks that he brought home but it was
her eyes that really drew me to her.

   "Uggggghhhhhhhh," he cried out welding his thighs to hers as he stopped
moving.  It took him several long minutes before he moved and only rotated
his hips slightly.  Christy was smashed under him, her face hardly visible
under his armpit until he got off of her.

   "She's very tight.  I know the men will enjoy her," he said zipping his
pants.  I wasn't sure how long he fucked her as I was preoccupied but soon
realized that my cock was throbbing hard.  Looking at my lap, I saw it was
snaked down halfwayh to my knee and there was a large wet spot near the
tip.

   "Looks like you could use a little relief yourself," he said, wiping the
top of his thinning head with a handkerchief before falling into his seat.
"Go ahead, she'll let you."

   My eyes never left her nude body splayed out before me on the sofa and
for some reason I can't explain, I got up and went to her.  Looming above
her like a giant, I found my fingers fumbling with my belt.  Moments later
I was between her parted legs and ramming myself repeatedly inside her. 
Brown was right, she's very tight and with the excitement of watching him
fucking her and her tightness, I began cumming within a few minutes, adding
my cum to his.

   I felt sick about what I had done and as I rolled off of her, I felt
even sicker as I saw him holding a video camera pointed right at us.  That
was the final nail in the coffin.  I collapsed to the floor and put my head
inside my hands.  What have I done?

   "I'll get you a copy of this too, once I make enough extras.  This is
great stuff and movies with fathers and daughters sell like crazy.  I think
Christy will be one of our top stars.  I've already made arrangements for
some of the local members to come check her out.  Whenever we get fresh
meat, they usually flock this way.  Don't worry, Bill, we'll start her out
slowly and work her up to where she'll need to be."

   He got up and opened the office door.  "I'll be in touch.  I have your
cell number so keep it close, as I will be calling you soon.  I may also
send someone by your house to check on you later and maybe meet with
Christy.  Just remember our arrangement and no one will get hurt,
understand?"

   I watched as she dressed and I pulled my pants up before walking like a
dog with my tail between my legs out of his office.  At the outer door he
kissed Christy on the mouth and patted her butt.  "I'm glad you do anal
because I've been dying to fuck your little ass since the first time I saw
you," he said with a smile.  "That will be for next time."

   We left and I heard the lock.  I didn't look back and we sat in silence
until we got home.  Sitting on the couch, she took my hand and pulled it to
her chest.  "Its okay, Daddy," she said smiling at me.  The pain pill was
still working and she wasn't feeling what she will be in a few hours so it
didn't seem like a problem right now.  "Dr.  Brown said if I do what he
says then nothing will happen to you but if I don't then they'll take you
away and I'll never see you again.  I don't want that to happen so I'll do
it."

   I smiled at her.  So young and innocent she doesn't know what she just
signed up for.  Bending over I kissed her cheek.  "In that case, I think
we'd better go practice some more so you'll know exactly what to do."

   ~end of part 6
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