Facing the Music - Option Two

4:30 p.m. arrives and your email has been eerily silent. As you pack up your things to head home and find out your fate you run escape scenarios through your head one more time. You can't help but wonder what you would have done weeks ago if presented with the choice to destroy your life or Ashley's life. You weren't on the best of terms when this all started but now, now all you want is to be with her and continue on this amazing lust-filled journey - nothing else. As you head out the front door of your office building, you hope she feels the same as you.

You pull into your driveway half an hour later. Parked in front of your garage is a black Ford Crown Victoria. One man is leaning against it smoking a cigarette. Another stands in front of him. They turn toward you as you pull up behind them. This isn't good, you think. The flight instinct kicks in, but as you look over your shoulder to reverse back up the driveway another car pulls up and blocks you in. The man leaning against the car stands up straight and flicks his cigarette across the driveway onto your well-manicured lawn. The other man approaches your car, one hand on a Glock sidearm at his hip and the other making a "roll down your window" motion. You push the button to lower the window.

"Mr. John Doe," he says more than asks. "We're going to need you to slowly exit the vehicle with your hands up and then place them on the hood. Understood?"

"What's this about?" you ask.

"Please, Mr. Doe, we can talk once you're out of the vehicle."

Hesitantly, looking over your shoulder once more and seeing a third car is parked on the street and at least four officers are surrounding you, you do as he says. As you place your hands on the hood they move in. You hear "John Doe you have the right to remain silent..." as three sets of hands grab your arms, twisting them behind your back. Everything after that moment is a blur as you realize Ashley sold you out. You're too heartbroken to protest, especially when you look at the house and see the drapes of the kitchen pulled aside and Ashley watching it unfold. You can't tell if she's sobbing or laughing.

It isn't until after your arraignment two days later you figure out that Ashley went with the second option. After your arraignment, your wife visits for the first time. They put you in a room together alone and the first thing she does is slap you across the face and yell at you. "How could you do this to our family? Embezzling John? You were paid well! We never struggled. And now they're saying you're going to jail for at a minimum 10 years."

"I'm sorry. Once I saw how easy it would be I just..." You release a deep sigh. You don't really want to talk about the theft. You want to know how your babygirl is doing. She apparently hasn't revealed what happened between the two of you over the last month. "How's Ashley handling it?"

"How do you think she's handling it? We're losing everything! We'll need to sell the house if I want to pay for her college. Worst of all she's losing her father. She spends all of her time sobbing in her bedroom clutching that giant teddy bear you gave her. When she does come out she's refusing to wear clothes. and tells me 'nothing matters without Daddy.' She's going to need therapy."

Your blood runs cold at the thought of Ashley in therapy. What if she reveals everything that happened? You sigh again. It doesn't matter. Everything is out of your hands now. There's a knock on the door. Your time together is up.

The sentence is 12 years. You don't hear anything from Ashley at first. Two months after you arrived at prison your wife tells you how Ashley started therapy and was slowly pulling herself together. You gasp when she says "she's even started dating." It hurts you to hear it.

"Oh. That, that's great. Anyone I know?"

"Can you believe she's been seeing that Paul Drummond boy? He always seemed like a bit of an outcast." She laughs, "you know, a little nerdy, but Ashley seems quite taken by him. We'll be sitting on the couch together, he'll text, and she'll be out the door in minutes. She can't seem to get enough of spending time with him. Honestly, she seems a little obsessed but, you know young love. I'm sure she'll settle down with time."

Paul. Drummond. The video of the last time Ashley received homework from Paul flashes in your mind. Paul pushing Ashley closer to a prohibited orgasm. Begging him to stop. Your daughter promising "you can do what-whatever you want to me but after I go back to school." Paul must have claimed his prize. You're both shocked and jealous that Ashley would so easily give herself to Paul. Why would she follow through with her promise?

"Are they being safe?" is the question that comes out of your mouth.

Your wife is aghast at the question and shakes her head. "I've met Paul. He seems like a well-behaved kid. I'm sure he has Ashley's best interest at heart. He was over the other night and Ashley didn't even sit on the couch with him. She sat on the floor with her head resting on his leg. I told her I didn't mind if they sat next to one another but Paul insisted they were more comfortable that way. It was a little weird but...respectful. I think."

You clench a fist under the table. Your submissive Ashley sitting obediently at a teen boy's feet. "Yes," you say coldly, "I'm sure he's a perfect white knight."

Your wife continues to visit every month and you, frankly, find it torturous. She keeps updating you on how Ashley and Paul seem to be two peas in a pod. During one visit she says, "their relationship is a little..." she pauses before admitting "...traditional. It isn't quite what I expected from our occasionally wild Ashley, but she seems happy."

"What do you mean by traditional?"

"Well, she's a very, um, dutiful girlfriend. She cooks for him. And she started dressing conservatively for school but will wear costumes for him on weekends. It was weird at first..."

"Costumes?"

"Oh, yes, Paul is very into Japanese culture so he has her dress in something called Harry Joe Goo style...or something like that. I think it's odd but I can see the attraction. The outfits are very cute. Much better than the slutty outfits she was starting to wear before I walked out. Although Paul's occasionally bizarre I think he's been good for her. He seems to be filling the void you left behind."

That statement was like a knife to the gut and you were fairly certain she said it on purpose. However, the biggest blow came a month later when your wife showed up crying. "She isn't going to college! I mean, she is, but not for herself. I'm so angry. Paul's convinced her to follow him to Harvard where she'll stay at home while he studies! She's going to be a housewife."

You knew exactly what was happening. It was the same fantasy that ran through your head dozens of times while being blackmailed. You'd run with Ashley and all of the money. She'd live with you in a Mexico beach house and be your daughter, lover, and submissive. You were catatonic at the thought of Ashley permanently becoming Paul's ****.

"You're just going to sit there and not say anything? This is all your fault! You broke our home! You left her without a father! Now she's playing out a sick fantasy and there's nothing I can do to stop her." She stands up and slams the table. The guards take a step forward. "I'm filing for divorce. You can stew in here and spend the next decade thinking about how you ruined everything."

And she does exactly that. When she walks out the door of the prison you never see your wife again.

You do see Ashley...

A little more than two years after your wife walked away you receive word that you have a visitor. You lose your breath when a very pregnant Ashley walks in and sits across from you.

She smiles shyly. "Hi, Daddy. I-I'm sorry it's been so long. This is the first time my Master would allow me to see you."

"Babygirl, I'm so sorry if this..." you motion at her pregnant belly "if being with Paul is because of me."

A tear rolls down her cheek and she shakes her head. "No, Daddy, I should thank you, because I am with Paul because of you. You helped me find myself and that's why I came today. I needed you to know, now that you're going to be a grandfather, that I'm happy. I wasn't at first. I was angry. I hated Pau- Master Paul, but I was also ****. He took what he wanted from me but he also comforted me. Took care of me when I missed you. The deal was only for the school year but as it got closer to Prom I....didn't want it to end so I gave him everything he'd need to keep me. I made it so I couldn't leave him."

"You did what?"

"Well, uhm, the blackmailer gave me a gift once you went to jail. He...or she...I never did figure it out...gave me everything they'd collected on us. There were so many videos, Daddy. Every room in the house. All of our exchanges. The gloryhole. Video from the club. I couldn't bring myself to destroy it. Anyway, one night I invited Paul over and told him everything. He was angry at first because he thought I was only with him because of the ****. While, yeah, that was true at first I needed him to understand it was also why I wanted to be with him. I..." Ashley takes a deep breath and looks around the room. She leans in and whispers "I needed to be controlled. That's when I'm happiest and you helped show me that Daddy." She reaches across the table and grabs your hand. "I wish it could have been you," she says holding her stomach with her other hand.

You swallow hard at the suggestion. Impregnating her was never on your to-do list. "Ash..."

"...wait, I'm almost finished. I needed someone to have control over me so when I said I gave Paul everything I mean everything the blackmailer gave to me. Paul could expose me...could expose us....whenever he wanted. I had to do everything he wanted. I was mad with lust and it clouded my judgment. I thought it meant more kinkiness in my life. I didn't imagine he'd have me turn down my college acceptance and move in with him. I didn't know hed start sharing me with his friends and eventually strangers. I really didn't think he'd **** me into having a baby."

The phrasing "a baby" jumps out at you. "Wait," you stop her, "is it his?"

"We don't know, Daddy. We've narrowed the possible fathers down to 17 suspects." She giggles, "but I don't mind. It turns me on whenever I feel it kick and remember I don't know who's it is." She smiles and gazes off into the corner of the room.

You're befuddled by the situation. You also want to cry. What did you turn Ashley into? But she's happy. Right? Is this a good life? You shake your head. "Why are you here, Ash? Why now? It isn't just because of the baby, is it?"

She finally frowns. "I'm here because I want to be her Daddy. I've wanted to see you for so long. But that isn't why Master Paul let me come. He, erm, he had an epiphany the other night. He..." she leans in and whispers again, "he thinks there must be more money."

Paul isn't wrong. You did have $100,000 hidden underneath an old cabin you'd purchased for cash.

"There isn't any more money," you tell her. Your voice quaking. Paul took your daughter and now he wanted your money. Never. You feel Ashley's barefoot sliding up your pant leg.

"Daddy, please, if I don't come back with information on where you're hiding it he'll ruin me." Her foot pressed against your cock. Her toes wiggle. "He'll turn me out with some stranger's baby and share our videos with the world. Including all of the videos he's been making of me over the last three years."

You breathe in deeply. "There isn't any money, Ashley."

She massages your rock hard cock with her foot and starts to cry. "Please, help me, Daddy. He said we can be together once you get out. You can do anything you want with me, but he needs your money. If not, my only choice will be...a single mom doing sex work."

"Two minutes everyone," a guard says to the room.

Ashley wipes her face. She pushes a yellow notepad across the table. "Please Daddy." And she moves her foot in such a way you nearly fill your underwear with jizz, but she stops short. "Please."