Governor and Daughter

This story is dedicated to Cret111, who served as my inspiration.

GOVERNOR AND DAUGHTER

Breaking News… News Network One KVB:

“In a brazen overnight raid, an unidentified number of armed assailants attacked the home of Governor Werdan. Although his wife was unharmed, the governor and his 23-year-old daughter, Michaela, were reportedly taken during the daring and horrific late night assault. As local and federal authorities intensify their search for the perpetrators, the people of New York are left wondering as to the ‘Who?’ and ‘Why?’ of this senseless attack.

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The governor slowly came to. A flood of images tore through his battered psyche. He vaguely remembered something shattering the window to his study just before the flash grenade went off. After that, his memory was like a ball of unraveled string. He heard a trickle of water somewhere. Before he even opened his eyes, he had the sense that he was deep underground. He wasn’t sure why…some instinct just seemed to speak to him. Slowly, he opened his eyes. It was pitch black, but he could hear her… a quiet sobbing in the background.

He realized he was naked. He sat in a chair, ropes looped tightly, binding his legs and feet to the chair legs. His wrists were bound behind him, with extra loops of rope securing them to the chair’s back. They were taut, so taut he could hardly even tug on the ropes. The chair was a bare metallic chair, no cushioning.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” His voice came out in a scratchy half-croak. He was thirsty. His tongue felt like a length of cotton. His eyes adjusted to the darkness. Still, he could hear nothing, just those pathetic, heart-wrenching sobs. Then he heard the tread of boots on concrete. Someone struck a flare, and suddenly the underground room bloomed with light. Mick Werdan blinked his eyes, trying to adjust. What he saw next caused him to feel pure rage. It was a rage that came from being helpless to protect the ones you love.

There, tied to a chair on the other side of the room which looked like some type of expansive underground concrete bunker, was his beloved 23-year-old daughter, Michaela. The slim girl was still wearing her pink sleep tee and aqua-blue shorts. She had been staying over for the night before leaving to visit some friends in Rehoboth Beach for the weekend. She had just graduated from college last week. Governor Werdan was so proud of his daughter. She had a bright future ahead of her. She was a Daddy’s girl to the ‘T’ and he loved her more than anything in the world.

Now, seeing her helpless, a red rubber gag fastened to her mouth, created in him equal parts panic and rage. It was like having his veins infused with shrapnel. He felt terrified and furious at the same time. He tried to angle his stare upward more, past the blinding light of the flare held in the stranger’s hand. The man was average height, but other than that he couldn’t tell much. The man wore all black, a ski mask, and heavy boots. He set the flare aside, and its light cast the cavernous room in an eerie glow.

“What do you want? Look, I’ll give you anything you ask, just let her go.” Mick Werdan wanted to shout and scream at the man. He wanted to ask the man if he knew who the fuck he was dealing with. He wanted to yell and threaten him. How dare this psycho, whoever he was, kidnap them. But his instincts told him to tread carefully. His gut told him that governor or no, he didn’t have the power…not here… not in this place, wherever ‘here’ might be.

The man chuckled.

“What do I want?” There was an accent, definitely Middle-Eastern of some type. “You killed my friends. You and your government are equally guilty. Now Salib and I, we have decided on payback.”

“Who are you?” the governor demanded. Then, gesturing at his daughter, “Look, she’s an innocent. She has nothing to do with this. Whatever you think I’ve done to you or whatever you think I deserve, fine… take me, but let her go.”

But the masked man shook his head and made a disapproving clucking sound.

“No, no, Governor Werdan, she is no innocent. Your blood runs in her veins. That makes her guilty enough.”

The Middle-Eastern man walked over to the metal chair where poor Michaela was bound. He drew out a knife. Gripping her long, chestnut brown hair in one hand, he pulled her head back to expose her neck. Then he pressed the flat of the knife against the delicate skin of her throat. Mick saw his daughter trembling, the fear shining in her eyes.

“Please don’t hurt her!” he cried out.

The Middle-Eastern man made a sudden, sharp movement. Yet instead of cutting the girl’s throat, he sliced through the fabric of Michaela’s tee straight down the center. The tatters of the shirt flapped aside, revealing Michaela’s impressively sized breasts. He next cut through the tee’s sleeves and discarded what remained of the useless fabric.

He turned to Michaela. The brunette had a delicate, beautiful, symmetrical face. Her slim body was sexy and vibrant. She was full of life. That masked face leaned downward as he spoke to her.

“Listen carefully, cunt. Your life and your father’s depend on your cooperation. You cooperate, maybe you live. You don’t cooperate, then, well… you will find out the hard way.”

Sheathing his knife, the unknown assailant strode behind Michaela’s chair. Leaning down, he then cupped the girl’s breasts from behind, fondling them and occasionally squeezing them as the poor girl squirmed and groaned protests through her gag.

“Stop touching her! Get away from her!” Werdan growled. “What the fuck do you want? Just tell me!”

Michaela’s head was bowed. Tears leaked down her cheeks, rolling off of her chin and onto her chest. She was whimpering, eyes squeezed tightly shut, as the man continued to grope and fondle her supple cones.

Ignoring the governor completely, the masked man spoke carelessly, as if torturing a helpless girl and her father was all in a day’s work.

“Your little girl has very nice tits… so soft… so pliable,” he said with appreciation. Then, abruptly, he yanked his knife out of its sheath and pressed the flat of the blade against Michaela’s left nipple.