Using my daughter as leverage
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My 19 year old daughter was kidnapped this last week. Not for money, but for leverage. I was the prosecutor in a big case against organized crime in our city. These goons thought if they threatened my family, that I’d forget the charges and their boss would be free to go. Another day without her, and I might have done as they asked. But then our boys in blue tracked down the thugs that had her, and returned her to me safe and sound. It was quite the tearful reunion when they brought her to my front door. She kept sobbing and wouldn’t let go of me and her mother. The court gave me a couple of weeks of leave to help us heal, and extra police protection. When it was over, I was ready to go to war. Now that my family was safe, nothing would stand in my way of bringing this crime syndicate to justice. I had an early breakfast, and was about to leave when my daughter came out in her robe. I smiled at her and said, “Honey, you didn’t have to get up to see me off.” “But I did, Daddy,” she said with a trace of a smile. “I needed to make sure you understand what’s still at stake.” That’s when her small hands untied the robe’s belt, and exposed her alabaster skin to me. Her left hand moved to her breast, which she began to caress seductively. I was like a deer in headlights, unable to look away. She resumed speaking, but this time a deep masculine voice came out of her mouth. “Your daughter still belongs to us, Mr. Prosecutor. Her body is here, but we’re still in her mind. We can make her do whatever we want. We could have had her kill you and the missus a hundred times this last week. Or maybe…” her voice changed, and she sounded like herself again. “…maybe you’d like to fuck me Daddy. Even though it would tank your career, I promise you my pussy’s worth it.” She giggled as she moved a hand down and fingered herself in front of me. “Of course, I could just SAY you fucked me.” Her voice suddenly took on an innocent quality as she kept rubbing herself. “I told my dad I couldn’t get to sleep. So he held me in my bed, and next thing I know he’s on top of me. I know it was wrong, but it felt so good, especially when he slipped his big, hard cock inside me. He made me cum so many times.” She gave a soft menacing laugh.” “The press would eat that up. That’s what I’ll tell them happened these last two weeks, unless you get all the charges to our boss dropped. Today. Daddy.”
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This…this is gold. The kind of twistedness that I thrive off of. Good sir, you have done wonders with your words.
