Daddy

It took a moment for Vyki’s eyes to adjust to the interior lighting, but the moment her ears had that voice, it was like a collapsing of wave form possibilities the wondering fog in her brain focused on one individual: “Daddy!”

The world behind her forgotten, Vyki tried to rush to her ardent protector. However, after just two steps, the world around her collapsed as she fell to the floor.

While a thousand questions ran through Lou’s mind, not the least of which is her appearance or where she has been, they are all swept away as she tumbles to the floor like a rag doll. Lou practical leaps to her thinking she has misstep in the outlandish shoes. However, as he gets to her, she appears to be convulsing. Kneeling down to cradle her head, he can see her mouth open in a silent scream. “Baby girl! What’s wrong?” Lou says trying to figure out how she’s in so much pain.

Reality takes on little meaning to Vyki at the moment. Her whole body seems to be radiating in pure pain centered around her groin as all comprehension is driven from her mind. Darkness with tinges of red and sparks danger dance across her perception as she contemplates any reason to continue existing. Until suddenly a softness that exudes pure power touches her head. Something in her drives forward to fights to open her eyes, and through tear filled eyes she can make out a comforting mass of colors next to her and something in the distance of the shrieking in her ear she hears a deep ‘baby girl’ coming through in the distance.

Turning around from the car, Colin is thrilled to have a vantage from the base of the slight rise up to their house looking straight up Vyki’s abbreviated skirt. Seeing the sparking gem between those soft cheeks, she is elated to see the day he thought was ruined this morning, turn out so amazing. He knew he’d have to pay the price eventually, but nutting in his friend’s parent’s ass.

However, after opening her door, he can see her stop momentarily and then dart inside. ‘That bitch thinks she can get away from me?!?’ Looking down at the app, he sees the electrifying setting and mashes the control to send devastating charge to the device and revels in watching her fall to the ground.

Lou, feeling powerless, tries to figure out how she could be in such pain and starts to reach for his phone to call for an ambulance when he hears from outside: “you stupid fucking, cunt! You think your dumb ass is going to get out of being fucked by me at this point, whore?!?”

Looking up, he sees what can only be described as a weasel in an overpriced suit grinning mischievously as he walks up to the open doorway. “Cu- cu-,” Lou hears from below in a soft, struggling voice and looks down in time to see a shaky hand trying to point at the mopped hair interloper. Hearing the weakened & tormented voice eke out “cu-contro p-pad,” Lou sees the small electronic device held in the twisted attacker’s hand and reminders of her gift to him lock into place.

“I’m gonna make sure your ass is bleeding befo...” Colin gets out before he finally sees the scene on the floor of their entry way. Colin tries to make out the hulking mass that seems to be cradling Vyki’s head, when he finally finds the eyes of the crouching figure and an anger filled rage seems to pierce to his soul as a chill runs down his spine. Colin isn’t sure what sort of explosion caused that much mass to lunge in his direction that quickly, but his feet move on fleeing instinct to not hang around and find out. However, he finds that inertia of that much mass easily displaces the small confines of his chest as the air in his lungs are expelled out his mouth when he feels what a failing matador must feel like as his body is launched forward from the impact of the beast behind him.

Every bit of protective training and athletic discipline boils to Lou’s surface as the woman he was charged with protecting lies in agony on the ground and this creatin holds instigator of her pain. Ensuring her head sets softly on the hard floor, Lou launches out of the door intending to give a tackle any defensive coach would have been proud to see. Launching the manchild into the air, the control device falls down out of view as Lou’s tunnel vision falls squarely on the body sailing through the air before landing with soft thud on the winter grass. Seeing the creature coughing and gasping, he’s almost glad to see it try to get up and shuffle on 4 limbs towards its shiny vehicle. Grasping its belt and the back of its pointless Italian coat, Lou lifts the flailing body up like a sack of potatoes and launches it at the metal door it was aiming for. Smirking as he was glad to help the demon on its way.

Feeling the ground fall out from beneath, Colin’s tentative connection to this plane was quickly retreating away from him. He flails his arms and legs about trying to find some method of escape but just looks like some failing animatronic. However, he feels a sudden since of weightlessness as his mass is released and he is unable to stop the dark, polished door of his father’s vehicle from approaching his face at a velocity he’d never attempt. The metal slightly giving way to his flesh covered skull gives little comfort to his bruised mind as his inert body lays splayed on the ground. As the grey tones of reality slowly creep back into his mental purview, Colin’s signature exclamation of “fucking cunt” was the last thing he should have uttered to save his person.

Lou almost had himself under control, feeling a small bit of remorse for the ball of flesh before him, until it felt the need to hurl yet another crud insult reminding him of what this inhuman creature was just doing to the fragile beauty in the hall. The world almost took on a red hue as blood pounded in his ears as he landed his full weight on the prick’s hips as he straddled his core pinning him place. “Don’t you ever call her a ‘cunt’ you pussy ass bitch!” Lou calls out before he begins pounding the soft man’s face.

Colin’s eyes shoot open as adrenaline courses through his veins as his body makes a futile attempt to get the brain engaged in its escape. The only thing he can think to do as he sees the fist headed towards his face is plead out “no-no-n....” The cracking and spurting noises seemed to almost resonate through his head as his world descended into a cacophony of blood, cracking, and sputtering with constant bouts of pain and anguish.

The crunching sound of metal buckling under a heavy weight brought Vyki back into the world as she realized the excruciating pain that had racked her body had diminished to a dull ache of her trapped and abused flesh. Slowly pushing her body up to a seated position, she can see Daddy Lou hovering over Colin’s splayed body next to his shiny car with a very obvious concaved feature that was not part of the vehicle earlier today. Visions of the ambulances and police sent a panic through Vyki’s body as alertness washed over her. As much as she wanted that horrid little man to get his comeuppance, she could not risk the police showing up.

Stumbling to her feet, she looked at first like a baby gazelle taking its first clobbering steps before finally rushing down to stop the scene unfolding. Seeing the discarded control pad, Vyki bends down to pick it up as she watches Lou drop onto Colin’s writhing body. Having his immediate influence removed from her, seeing Lou’s fist rise up as his body twisted, she had to stop Daddy from killing the man or she’d lose Lou for sure. “Stop!” she shouted out, all care for her appearance gone. However, as she saw the fist land and the gut-wrenching crunch and squish, she knew it might be too late. And as she saw the other hand rise, she could tell her message was not getting through. Closing the last few feet, she continued to call out “Lou, stop!!” but fist continued to pound into her captor’s flesh. Kneeling on the ground next to him, she called out again, “please stop! It’s done!” However, whatever blind rage he was in caused her pleas to fall on deaf ears, as she saw his arm recoil back for another punch. Reaching up, she grasped his arm, “Daddy, please!!”

Her touch seemed to pull Lou back into reality. Looking at the pummeled blood and flesh before him, he turned to see the pleading face of an angel asking him to cease. The ringing in his ear from the pulsing blood raging through him made it difficult to understand what she was saying but seeing her holding up the familiar control device told him she was free of him. And looking back to his sputtering body, Lou was sure this cockroach was not going to be bothering his, or anyone else’s, baby girl any time soon. As much as he’d love to continue taking out years of holding back from creating liability for his clients when stopping their oppressors, his baby girl tugging on his arm and pleading told him he had more important things to do with. “Alright, baby girl. Let's get you inside.”

Vyki was thrilled to hear him stopping and was almost giddy at hearing his affectionate pet name for her, but she also dreaded what would happen when nosey neighbors called in assistance for the attack. Almost futility pulling on Daddy’s arm in a vain attempt to move him faster, she had no chance of making his mass do anything he didn’t deem appropriate. As he extended his full height, Vyki was surprised to see she could almost look down at him from the shoes she was wearing, yet still, with his coiled power & strength, she felt utterly diminutive towards him. Grasping his hand, she felt a warm slickness to it and looked down to see a coating of blood. Worried she may have injured himself protecting her, she turned his fist over as he led her to her front door.

“Don’t worry, baby doll,” Lou consoled her by placing his other bloody hand over hers before realizing he may have just made it worse. “None of it is mine. I’m fine.”

“Well, regardless,” Vyki said glancing back over and seeing Colin’s body somehow still writhe slightly on the ground, “let’s get you inside and cleaned up.”

“Sure, babe,” Lou said as he let her take the lead when they passed over the threshold and she guided him to the kitchen sink after closing the front door.

Vyki’s mind ran through all the scenarios she was about to try to come up with some story to explain what happened. However, getting the blood off Daddy’s hands was imperative to ensure he is not caught red handed by the authorities. If she could get him cleaned up, she might be able to work out some story with Colin before any official shows up. As much as he may want to ruin her life, perhaps the threat of another physical beetling would be enough deterrent for him to refrain from destroying them both.

However, as the last of the blood drained down the sink, they both could hear the distinctive whine of metal grinding on metal before a loud pop of it falling into place. Another creaking noise of car door thudding close, and they both look out the front window to see Colin’s car jerk away as it swerved down the residential street out of view.

“Well, I’m glad he’s not dead, but that fucker better never show up here again,” Lou said as the taillights flickered against houses.

A tear trickled down Vyki’s face as she hoped that maybe the ordeal was finally over. Or was he about to run to the cops and have them both destroyed? She wondered why she had felt the need to even try any of this in the first place possible ruining her own life, her family’s lives, and now even the kindest man she’d ever known could ruined all because she wanted to try some crazy game with her wife.

Lou could see turmoil on Vyki’s face, and he wasn’t sure if it was finally relief from being from him or what she had to endure ending up in this outfit, but he did the only thing he could think to do and wrapped her up in his arms.

Feeling his strong embrace envelop her, Vyki laid her head on his broad chest as the weight of everything fell on her at once as she sobbed into his chest.

“It's alright, baby girl. I got you now; you’re safe,” Lou said trying to comfort her, but Vyki’s own concerns of what might be coming seemed to almost make it feel worse. Yet, she could do nothing to leave the one safe place she had felt all day.

Lou was willing to hold her for as long as she needed, but when he felt the water works subside some, he ventured a question, “do you want to tell me about it?”

Vyki wasn’t sure what she could ever bring herself to tell him, but she knew she wasn’t ready. “Could you just hold me for now?” Vyki pleaded.

“Sure, baby girl,” Lou said but then wondered if her legs shaking were partially due to those ludicrous shoes. “Let’s go sit down though.”

“Okay, Daddy,” Vyki said as she leaned into his mass while his arm wrapped around her and guided her to the couch in the living room. Sitting down at one end of the couch so she could sit next to him and cuddle up, he was surprised to feel her bare bottom sit on one thigh as her legs stretch over the other as she sat in his lap and curled up into his chest.

All Lou’s thoughts of inquiry were quickly swept aside as the unexpected jejune act of triggered his protective nature all over again, and her soft flesh was pressing on a growing desire even through his jeans that he could not deny. Feeling her ponytail flop over his shoulder as she curled into his neck, Lou wasn’t sure if he’d ever ask her to move from this spot.