The Cop heard and pulls you from the cell.

Your heart leaps to your throat as you hear the metal clank of a key on the cell door. He heard! You’ve been saved! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou…

You can feel the wave of disappointment run through the crowd of men around you as they begin to spread away from you and the advancing guard. You cough but breathe deep as the powerful hands finally release you and seem to disappear before you can even see who they had belonged to.

“Didn’t take long for you to make friends,” the Guard laughs as he finally sets his eyes on you. You’re so relieved to see him that it takes a moment to realize what he’s talking about. Looking at yourself you quickly realize just how awful you must look. Your hair hangs around your face in sweaty strands, and a bit of what you hope is only drool hangs from your lips. The uniform continues to hold your tits up for display but the butt-flap to the uniform is letting the Guard see EVERYTHING.

Quickly you jump to your feet, trying to smooth your hair back down as you do. You almost feel dirty for touching your hair with the same hands that had been beating off two strangers dicks just moments before, but you’ll worry about cleaning up later.

“I… uh…” you begin but the Guard only rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” he groans, “save it, your father is here.”

In a day full of surprises, the hits just seem to keep on coming and this latest news takes your breath away. Your father? Is here?! To pick you up for… prostitution?! Only the hand-rail for the steps prevents your legs from giving out completely as the world seems to swirl around you.

“My—my father,” you echo dully, “can—can I have my clothes first?” Anything to prevent him from seeing you dressed in this disgusting jumpsuit. What are you going to tell him? Even the truth seems awful after the last few minutes spent in that retched cell with those… men!

“Yup, over here,” he says as he leads you to a small changing room. Your clothes are already waiting in the mesh sack as you enter.

You’re out of the orange jumpsuit within seconds and quickly you throw on your clothes again. Your panties are still missing and you shudder to think that the Cop probably still has them in his pocket right now. You quickly shove the thought aside; you’ve always been Daddy’s Little Girl and you aren’t going to let today change that. Again you comb your tainted hands through your dirty hair as you wrack your brain for some possible excuse to explain how you ended up there.

The harder you try, the worse your excuses sound so finally you give up and open the door to step out. You’ll just have to play your excuses by ear. You’ll be as vague as possible and put today as far from your mind as possible.

The Guard, waiting patiently outside the changing room, quickly escorts you back into the main room. Your head swivels from side to side as you enter, searching for your beloved father. Finally the Guard points you to a desk in the corner. The smile freezes on your face as you look at the man talking easily with one of the Cops…