Dale Randall, June's father

Dale Randall answered the door with his wife Helen kneeling alongside him, teasing the tip of his cock as if his cum were the only way to get her voice back--which it was, since Dale kept her on mute except when he wanted to hear her gush about how good his cock was in her mouth. Two men in dark suits stood there.

"Hi. What would you folks be doing around here?" he asked, a bit wary.

"Mr. Randall?" one asked, and the other, not waiting for confirmation, said, "Mr. Randall, we're here to serve you notice that pursuant to the 'Unruly Whore' provision of the Slut Laws, you have been found wanting in properly disciplining your daughter June, and she will henceforth be removed from your custody and given to a designated Keeper, who will exercise the sort of control it is clear she needs in order to function properly in society. This will, I assure you, in no way affect any rights and privileges you enjoy with respect to any other women."

The agent paused as Dale absorbed the news, and as his brain was getting over the shock of losing his favourite twat, he said, "What the hell? You can't just take my daughter from me, you assholes!"

"Ah," said the first agent, "but we can." He extended a thin envelope to Dale. "You will find matters explained there. Please do note that disclosure of the 'Unruly Whore' provision will result in substantial criminal penalties."

"Oh," added the second agent, "and June's not your daughter any more. Legally, she is now the sister of her Keeper."

"Keeper?" asked Dale.

"It's in the letter. Good day, Mr. Randall."

After closing the door and making his wife collapse on the floor, not wanting to deal with her right then, Dale read the papers he had been given. It was true. His June was an incorrigible criminal. He'd failed as a father. She never had fully understood what the proper role of women was, and it had been his responsibility to ensure that she did. The government was right to take her away, he concluded. He didn't deserve to have a daughter.

Leaving his wife to thrash about in the front hallway and make a mess on the floor, Dale Randall put his head in his arms and bawled.