Your Dad

The door handle began to shake as someone fumbled with it on the other side. There was a whispered curse, a pause, and then a clicking sound as the handle turned.

Stumbling into the office was your dad, and he looked, to be blunt, like absolute shit. The buttons on his shirt had been torn off, revealing a chest and stomach that was littered with hickies. The zipper of his jeans had been broken clean off and you noticed he walked with a pronounced limp. His eyes, bloodshot and weary, softened when they looked at you.

“Oh…thank god!” He took a step forth to embrace you, only to halt with fear when he saw the three women in the office. “Fuck, they’re here! Get behind me son!”

Clasped in his hands was the leg of a table and he raised it as a bludgeon, but you moved between him and the semi-sane girls.

“No! Dad! It’s ok, they’re ok now!” When he didn’t lower his weapon you turned to Gabriela. “Say something, would you?!”

Your sister’s girlfriend looked at you and then at your father. “Halley’s comet is visible to the naked eye once every 75 years!”

“…what?” Your dad frowned in bafflement and lowered his weapon slightly. “What the hell is going on here?!”

“They’re not crazy anymore Dad! ” you explained desperately. “I won’t go into it, but I managed to get them under control.” You turned around and poked Marcy hard in the side, causing her to squeak in surprise. “See? It’s ok Dad, just calm down. It’s ok…”

He looked warily at the women and then back to you, still clutching his wooden implement. Finally he let out a sigh and pulled you into a hug. “I thought you were done for.”

“It’s ok Dad, I’m ok,” you reassured, smiling at him. “How did you get away?”

He huffed a shuddering breath, held up his wooden tool. “Your old man still knows how to handle himself.”

You smiled at faintly at his bravado, but then a thought struck you. “Have you seen Jackie?”

He shook his head. “ I thought she was with you when…when,” he gestured about. “This happened.”

You suppressed a curse but pushed on.“Ok, what about Mom?”

“I dunno,” A look of anguish danced across his face and he shrugged his shoulders, “She was in the kitchen with ….” Whatever he saw, he couldn’t speak it aloud, “but I lost track of her.”

“What about Bonnie?”

Gabriela was the one who perked up then. “Oh she’s fine, she’s was riding some guy’s face over by the pool last I saw!”

She supplied this information, careless of the fact that her girlfriend was engaged in adultery. She watched you carefully, look a puppy expecting praise, a sight that both shocked and aroused you.

You turned back to your dad. “What about Tori, have you seen her?”

“Tori….” His face took on a haunted expression, his eyes faraway. He looked ready to be sick.

Realisation dawned and instead of pressing for answers you simply patted him on the shoulder. You gave him a moment to collect himself while you peeked out the door. Things were awfully quiet and you couldn’t see anyone else. This was probably as clear as things were going to get.

You turned back to your traumatised father.“Dad, I can’t stay here. I think Jackie might be hiding up in the old treehouse and I need to get her out of this mess.0

His eyes widened in shock and he desperately shook his head. “No, no no! Don’t fucking stupid, the treehouse is on the other side of the yard! It’s pandemonium out there! You won’t make it!”

“Look, you don’t have to come with me but there’s no way in hell I’m leaving my fiancé trapped!”

“Don’t be a fool son!”

You ignored him and looked at Gabriela, “You’re coming with me, after we save Jackie I have an idea or two that you can help me with.”

The brown beauty hopped to her feet at once, padding over to your side completely unconcerned about her naked body leaking cum. She practically purred and began to rub against you in delight.

Your dad looked at Gabriela and then back at the other two girls who were knelt nearby, watching you intently.

“I’ll be damned,” he breathed, “you’ve actually …tamed them.”

It was a strange notion, but looking at the girls and the way they seemed to hang off every word you said, watched every move you made, you couldn’t deny it. And despite how sickened you felt, there was a part of you that enjoyed the dominance you had over them and the feeling that you had claimed them in some animalistic way.

But you focused your thoughts on Jackie. Jackie was your anchor, your goal, the thing keeping you sane in this absolutely insane situation.

“Lock the door once we leave,” you said finally. “I’ll try and send help.”

“Wait, son,” he held out the blunt object, “take this. And stay clear of the pool area, that’s where most of them had gathered last I checked.”

Reluctantly you accepted the makeshift weapon and gave your dad one final look. With a nod, you and the three girls ventured out from the small office and returned to the hallway.

The door to the garden was in sight, but you would need to pass through the kitchen to get to it.

A sudden sound echoed ahead, feminine voices growling like hungry pack dogs, one of which sounded like your mother.

You froze in place, not wanting to move an inch lest you alert them.