Song: Unholy by Sam Smith & Kim Petras

Summary:  Local politician Samwise Delidius claims that his daughter was kidnapped in a bid to get him to drop out of the race for state senate.   The truth however, is darker then his loved ones would ever believe.

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“Police say they have no leads as to the abduction of Jennifer Delidius, 13 year old daughter to Senate hopeful Samwise Delidius.   The raccoon teenager was last seen walking home from her local Middle School on Monday afternoon, and the public is urged at this time to keep their eyes and ears open.   We now have a statement from Samwise, prepared at home amidst his grief that has kept him from campaigning around the state.”

The flickering screen showed a short raccoon male, his washed out coloring belaying his age as he looked directly at a camera.  His eyes were wide and red from tears, and in a wavering voice he said. 

“I don't know who you are or why you've done this. All I know is that you have my only daughter, and I'm begging you to give her back.   Whether this was motivated by political idealization, or simply a matter of opportunity, I'm asking for her back.  I'll pay you whatever you want, just please...”

“...Bring my daughter home.”

There was a dry laugh that echoed through the basement of Jims Body Shop.  The TV was turned off as the owner of the voice turned in his chair to look at the tied, beaten form of Jennifer Delidius, naked and filthy, a heavy chain attached to the wall anchored on a large leather collar on her neck.  His body was huge, easily eight feet of pure muscle, the gorilla grinned down at her with a sense of superiority that tore at her.

“You hear that girlie, Daddy's already begging.  That didn't take long. Unfortunately for you, no ones coming to rescue you. You should just give in now, stop fighting, and give in.  It'll make things so much easier for you, and my client walks away happy.”

Angry, bloodshot green eyes looked at him hatefully.  Despite having been beaten for her cheek, she knelt (as the collar would not let her stand) with a sense of unbowed pride, refusing to let this person, this monster, break her.  “When my daddy finds you, he's going to make you pay.”  She tried to spit at him, but could not muster even the saliva to do so, this being her second day in a row without water.

The gorilla roared with laughter, slapping his knee as if she had just told the greatest joke ever.  It continued for a while before it petered out.  “We'll see ya little bandit bitch.   For now though, I think I've been too nice to you.  It's time to start your training.”

Her green eyes widened, the fringe of her pink hair moving in her shock.  “What... what do you mean?” She stammered, despite having an idea.   Her fears were confirmed as the man reached into a desk drawer and drew out a decently large wolf modeled dildo.  “No! No no no no no!  You can't!”  She tried to cry out, to shout, anything, but her body was weak after not eating or drinking for so long, and if she were honest even at full strength she'd not have been able to fight the ridiculously buff gorilla.

He came closer and she threw herself back against the wall, pleading with him.   He wouldn't be swayed though and grabbed her arm, lifting her bodily off the floor before unhooking her collar, and dragging her to an apparatus she hadn't seen before.   It was a functioning pillory, and as he placed her in it and locked it shut, she felt despair come over her.   She couldn't stop him, this was going to happen and there was nothing she could do.

His big meaty hand pawed over her young body, casually brushing over her in ways she had only just begun to explore herself.   He spread her ass cheeks, one meaty finger trailing across her virgin donut ring before continuing to the lips of her vagina.  The dry finger pushed lightly at her hole, but didn't proceed.  Jennifer had gone quiet, shaking in fear and outrage.   She wanted to scream but was too afraid.   Though she was dehydrated, she still leaked a little urine in pure terror.

“Please no.  God no, don't do this mister.   Please please please no.” Her face a mucusy mess, she blubbered without tears against the violation.  The man grunted, and to her surprise and relief he moved away from her lower end.   He walked back to his desk and grabbed his chair and an oily rag. He set the chair in front of where her head was held.   She felt him grab hold of her hair and pull her head up to face him.

“The names Jim. That's what you'll call me.”  He wiped her face with the rag that made her lightheaded from its fumes.  When he was satisfied he had cleaned her snot off her, he let her hair go and sit in the chair in front of her.  While she sobbed and recovered from the faint huffing she had gotten, he slipped his head into his hand and looked at her.

“Look kid.   Heres the thing.   Someone, and I'm not telling you who, is paying me a lot of money to turn you into an obedient little slut.”  She visibly flinched at the curse and he groaned harder. “Personally, while I like kids as much as the next perv, I don't like to hurt my lovers.  That being said, one way or another, you will learn your place.   I am going to fuck you, break you, and turn you into a living cock-sleeve.   This only has to hurt if you make it.”

“But... no... I don't... want...”

“Unfortunately for you kid, this isn't about what you want.  It's what the client wants. Money makes the world go round kid, and unfortunately for you, your life is a commodity to those with the capital to take it.”

“I don't understand.”

“Of course you don't.  You're thirteen.   Unfortunately for you though, it won't change.”  He stood up, and unbuckled his overalls, letting them fall to show he hadn't been wearing anything underneath. The gorilla was incredibly buff, a collection of scars over his torso.  His graying fur showed tight muscle underneath.   However, for all that his body was massive, she found herself looking at a rather short two and a half inch member.   Even that length seemed excessive to the girl though.  

He strut up to her, his body moving slowly and with purpose as he stood in front of her, presenting his length to her.   He'd clearly been working the whole day, his unwashed musk making her light headed and nauseous.  It was clear she found it putrid.   “You have an option now.  Cooperate, or be forced.”  She looked up at him, confused.  “Your going to suck my dick, you can either do it willingly or...”

Her eyes grew wide and her face twisted in disgust as she renewed her attempt to escape, wholly unwilling to put that putrid, unwashed pecker in her mouth! 

“Well, I tried.” He shrugged and grabbed her, one meaty fist palming her entire skull like a basketball.   His fist closed on her hair and he yanked until she howled in pain.   As her mouth was open, he used his other massive hand to keep it open while he fed the uncircumcised length into her maw before slowly letting her close it.   He hand never let her bite down.  

“I'm going to let go.  If you bite me, I'll beat you.”  His voice was calm, there was no excitement now, just cold, ruthless efficiency. She gagged at the taste as he came to rest on her tongue, but there was no escape and she was desperately fighting the urge to bite down.  As he pushed further into her maw she gave up, hanging limply as he poked around.   That changed when his big meaty hand -swacked- down on her ass, the yelp almost making her bite him.  “You better start sucking bitch, or the next ones going to be your face.”  

Her eyes looked up at him, unable to cry but clearly wanting to.  “Bhu I dun no how.”  She tried to say around the meat he had not removed from her mouth.  

“Lick it, suck on it.  Make me feel good, and maybe I'll return the favor.”  She sniffled but began to move her tongue slowly on the length, the taste making her want to vomit, but fear of beatings kept her stomach bile in check.   “Don't forget to get under the flap at the front bitch.”  She moved her tongue up his uncut cock and tried to push the skin down.  It took time, and when she did she found a nasty surprise underneath the foreskin.   Unable to swallow the foul matter, she coughed against him attempting to remove the nasty gunk from her mouth.   

It didn't work and she vomited bile over the gorillas cock.  She didn't remember what came next, as his big meaty fist slammed into her temple, and darkness overtook her.  

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She woke up still in the pillory.  Her body hurt and her mouth tasted of blood and bile.   She had no tears left to cry, and hung as limp as she could in her confinement.  She was also alone. 

She couldn't escape, she had no way to get out of this trap.  What she did have is a lot of time to think, to wonder, how this had happened to her.  

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Jennifer had chosen her moment, her mother and father had both just finished their evening glass of wine during dinner.   This was as relaxed as things ever got in her household and she knew if she was ever going to be able to do this, it would be now.

“Mom... Dad... I wanna talk to you about something important.”  She began.

“Let me guess, teachers at school heckling you over my campaign to lower education spending?  Because honestly honey, all they can do is moan.  It's what the voters want.”  Her father said, using his fork as a pointing device to wave aimlessly in the air.  He pointed it at her. “Just give me their names, I'll make sure their career ends quickly.”  

“No, Dad, it isn't that, it's... something else. It's... about me...”

“Got yourself a boyfriend then?  Just be safe darling, and bring the lucky boy to dinner sometime okay?”  He focused on her mother. “Excellent pasta darling, you get better with every meal.”  Her mother tittered a little, being 98 pounds and an absolute light weight.  

“No... Dad, I don't have a boyfriend.  I don't want a boyfriend, I'm-”

“Focusing on your grades, that's my girl.  I'm happy to hear it.”

“DAD I'M GAY!”  She shouted, tired of being talked over.  “I'm a lesbian, I don't like guys, I like girls!”  

There was a deadening silence, all sound seeming sucked out of the room as her statement registered to her father.  He looked down his muzzle at her, his yellow eyes narrowing more and more as he took it in, and then, he shrugged.

“I don't really care, but keep it to yourself.  If you are committed to sin, that's your business, but please be discreet as you reflect on me, and the media would destroy me if my own daughter was a fucking dyke.”  Her heart broke a little at the dismissal, but there was no shouting.   Her father left the table shortly after, and hid away in his office.  Her mother didn't even seem to notice the tension.  

The next day, she was getting on the bus when she felt someone approach from behind.  Before she could turn, a rag was stuffed in her face and when she awoke, she was bolted to the wall.

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The sound of a door opening brought her from the memory, and the gorilla returned, holding a bowl in his hands and looking at her with a blank expression. Grabbing his chair, he moved to sit in front of her.  The bowl was full of what looked like chili.  

“If I let you out of the pillory, can I trust you to feed yourself without trouble?”  His rumbling voice made her instinctively try to pull away, but she controlled it.  

Getting her voice together, she managed a scratchy 'yes'.  He put the bowl down and unlocked the torture device and let her out.  She stood as tall as she could, her pained body needing to stretch.   She saw him glancing over her, lecherous eyes still careful, watching for her to attempt to flee.  

She wasn't going to though.  She wasn't broke, but even she could tell now wasn't the time.  If she attempted to flee now, she'd never get out.  She had to choose her moment perfectly.   And so, after looking to him for permission, she took the bowl from the table and sat on a second chair, placed close to the desk.   

Ravenous, she began to scarf down the chili, which proved to be a bad idea.  After not having food for days, her body couldn't handle so much at once, and the heavy spice only made it worse.  Pain blossomed in her stomach and for a time it was all she could do not to throw it back up.   She had to pause for a moment, and when she did, she was handed a small pop bottle.   

“Eat and drink slowly, you don't want to hurt yourself.”  Which was ironic coming from the man who had raped and kidnapped her.   “While you eat, lets talk about whats going to happen.  Now, I realized after you puked that perhaps I should have washed myself before our last session.  I've done so this time.  Now, before I go to bed tonight, you will no longer be a virgin, do you understand that?” She stiffened in fear and anger, but continued eating.  “Now, this can go one of two ways.  You cooperate, and I attempt to make this enjoyable for you too.   Or, you fight, and even if you pass out, I'll use you like a blow up doll.”  She shuddered at the analogy and the violence it implied.   Now which do you choose?”

When it became clear he expected an answer, she put the spoon down and looked up at him.  “I... I don't want to do it... but if it's that or you hurting me, I'll do whatever you ask.  Just please don't hurt me.”  

“So long as you listen, I'll do whatever I can to make this as painless as possible.   Do everything I tell you, and I'll even make sure you have a reward at the end of the night.”  He held out his big hand, and she nodded and shook his hand. 

They sat in silence as she finished her bowl, and he even refilled her bottle with water two more times for her.   As she sat back in the chair, she felt the effects of a full tummy, and almost managed to lightly doze for a few moments before he stood up, slowly stripping off his clothing.  

“Come over here, and pleasure me with your mouth.”  His voice was demanding, but not angry, and she got up, walking over to him and trying to bend over to reach him.  “Much easier, and more appealing, for you to be on your knees kid.”  She grimaced and knelt down, putting her at eye level with his small penis.   

“It'll feel good so long as your not biting it or being too rough.  Licking it also provides pleasure.   Your goal is to lick, suck and stroke it until I cum.”  At her questioning glance, he elaborated.  “It's called an orgasm, and it'll come with liquid.  The liquid isn't piss, I promise.”  She nodded.  

She leaned in, pressing her snout against his length, habitually breathing through her nose and inhaling a strong, though cleaner than yesterday, musky scent.  It wasn't bad like the day before, and actually called to something inside her.  Her tongue came out and gave a slow lick along his penis, the taste mild but noticable.  It didn't bother her so she licked it, up and down, like she would an ice cream cone.   When no further direction came, she licked faster and faster, emulating a dog as she licked all over his pole.   

“That's much better, now put it in your mouth.” She did as told, sliding his length into her maw and rubbing her tongue along him.   He groaned in appreciation and she continued, using her tongue to push his foreskin aside, luckily with no surprises this time.   As she continued, he suddenly grunted and grabbed hold of her skull, pushing himself as far as he could into her mouth, only barely getting to the back of her mouth, and spewed a warm, salty liquid that filled a little bit of her mouth.  “You'd better not spit it out little one.”  He warned her and she gagged a little bit as she swallowed the salty liquid. He pulled out of her muzzle and she took deep calming breaths as he stepped away from her.   

“Good job little one.  Take a break and we'll start the next portion of your training.”  He sat on the chair, somehow out of breath, and left her knelt where she was.   She leaned back and sat on her bum, taking a moment to scowl at the filth she felt caked on her from a lack of cleaning. 

“So, I doubt you enjoyed it, but that wasn't so bad, was it?” She shook her head a little.   “Well, get used to it.  I imagine your owner will enjoy oral more than most other things you could do for them.”  There it was again, the knowledge that she had been sold to someone.  “Now, I'll give you a small reward.  Would you like a shower?”  Her head perked up, and she nodded frantically.   

“Alright, come with me.”  He stood up and led her towards the door.  She tried to look as small and weak as possible as she quietly memorized the route.  He led her up a set of stairs, showing that she had been kept underground. She was then dragged through a hallway.   At the end of the hallway was a small bathroom next to, what she could only assume, was a garage from the way it smelled of gasoline and sweat.   

The bathroom had a toilet, a sink and a shower.   She used the toilet, relishing in the privacy of being alone for her movement, before hopping in the shower.  She showered slowly, savoring the moments she had without his gaze, his touch, and the lack of rights.  She enjoyed, if only for a brief moment, the chance to pretend none of this was happening.

However, soon the hot water ran out, and she was forced to leave the shower.  No towel had been provided, and she walked out of the bathroom sopping wet.   The large gorilla man took her back down wordlessly, before placing the collar back on her.   Her corner had been cleaned, and there was now a cushion for her to lay on.

“We'll work on this more tomorrow.”  He said once she turned back to him.  “I hope you realize now that it's in your best interest to do as your told.   That's how the rest of your life is going to be.”

And then he left her, with no light except for his tv, which had a frozen picture of her face with the word 'MISSING' under it.  She fell asleep staring at it.

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She didn't know how long it had been.   Jim had broken her in every way possible, subjecting her to disgusting acts over and over and over.  He had violated her in every way except that one last act, saving her cherry for whoever her owner was.   He had covered her in liquid he could make, used her for any sick thrill he could think of.   And made her submit to it all and thank him afterwards.   And today, as she woke up, he had her groom herself, and then, in a change, dressed her in the clothes she remembered wearing that day she'd been taken.

“Your owner is coming to pick you up today.”  He said.  “Once you leave here, we'll never see each other again.   Do you have anything you'd like to say to me?”

It was a test, she knew it was a test.  “Thank you Jim for teaching me to be a good, obedient slut.” She recited his favorite line and he nodded.   

“That's right Jennifer.   Your owner will be quite satisfied.” Jim's phone rang, and he walked off to answer it.  He never talked on his phone in front of her, not letting her know his business anymore then she already did.  

When he was out of sight, she had a decision to make.   While he was gone, she could run.  It was her last chance before her 'owner' was to take her.   Possibly the last chance she'd ever have to escape.   She mentally shouted to herself to move, to escape.   And yet she couldn't.  She was defeated.   Jim had been thorough, and she no longer had the will to escape and save herself.  

The door opened, and Jim stepped in.

Followed by her father.

“Daddy!  You came to save me!”  She cried, her body moving before she could stop herself, impacting her father and crying into his suit.   His tall, imposing body felt warm and caring in a way she'd never remembered him being, and for one moment, she thought everything would be okay.

The blow took her completely by surprise, the back of his hand striking her hard enough to knock her off her feet.   She hit the floor and looked up in surprise to see her father sneering down at her.

“I thought you said the little harlot was broken.”  He said to Jim, and Jim gave her a look.

“She was just surprised sir, trust me, she's broken.  Isn't that right slut?” Her training kicked in and she immediately got up on her knees, opened her maw and nodded. 

“Yes Jim, I would never think of disobeying.  I'm sorry Daddy, I was just surprised you were to be my master.”  She choked a bit saying it, but in a twisted way, she could suddenly make sense of it all.  

“Daddy will do.”  Her father said and she nodded.  “Time to test it you little dyke.” He unzipped his pants and his dick flopped out, already getting hard as she immediately leaned in and took him into her mouth. Despite the wrongness of the whole thing, her training held true and she brought up her hands, stroking and sucking the dick that brought her into the world. 

She felt she should hate it.   She knew that this was wrong, but Jims work was strong, and despite herself she felt herself getting wet.  The taboo of incest combined with the weeks of training to enjoy the debasement led her to pull one hand off her father and rub her wet lips.   She moaned into her fathers crotch and he seemed to appreciate it as he grabbed her head and began to thrust into her mouth.   He was quite a bit bigger than Jim was, but he had taught her how to deep throat using large dildos and so she took him effortlessly down her throat.

“Mmmm, that's good. Better than your mother even.  Good job Jim.”  He humped her maw a few more times before pulling out of her, taking the time to slap her snout with his cock.  He took a moment to consider her.  

“And she'll do anything I tell her?”  He asked Jim, who nodded. “Very well, let's try some things her mother never let me do.  Jennifer, strip.”  She did so, quickly taking off her clothes and placing them to the side before kneeling in front of her father again.  “Open your mouth.”  She complied, letting her tongue poke out of her mouth. 

There was a pause before he grunted, and began to relieve himself in her open mouth.   Acrid piss hit her tongue but she didn't even flinch.  As he filled her mouth up she relaxed her throat, letting it run back and into her gullet as he emptied his entire bladder into her mouth.   As he tapered off, she moved forward, suckling on the tip, even running her tongue along the slit to make sure nothing was wasted.

“Am I a good slut Daddy?” She asked, shivering in broken delight.  She no longer thought of running, she had a purpose.  To serve her Daddy.  “If Daddy wants, his slut could help him relax with a nice rimjob.” 

“A rim-what?”  He asked, and she almost laughed as she remembered how repressed her father could be.   It was still him, she realized, she just had a different relationship to him now.

“If Daddy would like, please turn around and drop your pants.   His slutty little daughter will make him feel much better.”  Her tongue came out, licking her small snout.

“Um... okay.”  Her father, taken aback by her request, turned and bent over the desk, his pants falling.  He clearly wasn't prepared for her debauched attitude, which seemed silly after hiring Jim to break her.  Jim loved butt play, and she'd been trained to be an enthusiastic little butt slut.  

Without waiting for her father to be ready, she grabbed his cheeks, stuffing her maw between them and taking a deep breath of his musk. He was recently washed, but it wouldn't have bothered her either way, as Jim washed maybe once a week.   Taking a second whiff of her fathers musk, she grinned before giving his rosebud a tentative little lick.   He jumped and almost told her to stop but was stopped short when she dived in, her tongue parting his pucker and delving into his insides, his surprised moan encouraging her as he relaxed bonelessly onto the desk.

She pushed as deep as she could into his ass, licking hard and deep as she made sure to explore every nook and cranny of her fathers virgin tailhole.  She got into the action, and stopped paying attention as she worshiped her fathers ass.  That ended when she felt her hair pulled, grabbing her away from her father as she finally heard him telling her to stop.

Jim had her head in his big meaty hand, and she feared a slap.  He was looking down at her, but not angrily, more amused.  “You gotta learn to listen girl, he told you to stop so he didn't cum.”  She felt herself blush a bit, especially once she was released and looked over at her father, who was flustered as he stood up, his face a mask of embarrassed pleasure.

“That... that was certainly good work Jennifer.... just listen next time.  I don't want to cum until I've finished my inspection after all.” Jennifer nodded, and sat waiting for his next command.  “Get... get on the desk, on your back, it's time I took your virginity.”

She didn't hesitate, laying back across the desk and spreading her legs wide, exposing her virginal slit to her father.   “Use your loyal slave Daddy, I'm ready.” She watched his chest as he stepped up to the desk, his legs slightly wobbly from her anal assault.   He placed himself at her entrance, and without preamble pushed in, smashing past her hymen to bury himself into her cunt.   She screamed a little, the pain different then she was used to.  

He didn't wait for her to adjust, his hips smashing into her as he made her his.   Though it hurt she could feel the pleasure build, and she was so happy.  Her daddy was making her his woman, and soon she would cum for him.

Or at least that was the plan.  Whether it was from her earlier actions, or just the lack of stamina, her father had barely been fucking her for thirty seconds before he slammed his hips into hers and cumming inside her.  She felt the warm, gooey feeling of cum inside her and was shocked as he pulled out of her almost immediately, leaving her unsatisfied and possibly pregnant.   She saw Jim motioning frantically to her and somehow interpreted his signals.

“That was... so good Daddy.”  She said, and luckily her father missed her hesitance as he nodded, pulling his pants back up around his waist and stepping away from her.  He missed her face fall as she realized that if she ever wanted to orgasm again, it would likely be by her own hand. However, she had her purpose, and she wouldn't complain. 

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“Prayers answered today as the long missing Delidius daughter returns home.  The local politician's daughter was kidnapped by unknown forces before last months general election, but returned home, seemingly unharmed, late last night.  Local police say she seems to have been suffering from amnesia, as she doesn't seem to remember her captivity at all.   We here at 9 News rejoice at her safe return, and hope that the kidnappers are eventually found and given the harshest of sentences.  We have a statement from the young Jennifer Delidius, given just this morning.”

“I'm just so happy to be home.   My Daddy never stopped looking, and though I can't remember where I was, I remember knowing that my Dad would save me.”  The raccoon looked up at her father who was standing behind her, her eyes sparkling with adoration.  “Truly, he's my hero.”

“Stirring words.  And while the election may be over, and Mr. Samwise Delidius may have lost, he's already launched his next campaign, and informal polls show him with a shocking seventy percent support with parents after his laudable reactions during the crisis.”

“This has been 9 News, bringing you the latest news, straight to your home.”