Innocence Enslaved part 6 (2nd half of chapter 2): Discovery

Emily smiled as her house came into view. It had been a difficult couple of weeks, but today had been the best day since the big night – and she hoped it would only get better. The number one thing she wanted to fix was her relationship with her father, so she had bought ingredients to make his favorite dish and some new movies for them to watch together. It had been too long since they’d had a movie night, and it had always been a fun way to bond. They were all one another had since her mother had died when Emily was just ten, and she refused to lose him because of the depravity of those who had tricked him.

As she reached the door, she waved to the neighbors as they climbed into their car. They were nice enough people, but them going out for the night was good – there would be no complaints if the surround sound was turned up as ridiculously loud as Emily and her father liked for movie nights.

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Nick stood as he heard the sound of his daughters key scrabbling at the door, not even bothering to minimize the lewd video that had been playing on his PC. He had no idea what to do about everything he had found out that day, but he would have to just see what happened.

As soon as he walked out of the bedroom door, he was greeted by his daughters beaming smile.

“Hey Daddy, sorry about being so grumpy on Saturday. I thought I’d make dinner tonight and we can do a movie night?”

“Uh, yeah” he replied, struck with doubt. His beloved daughters innocent smile, her button nose and the the freckles scattered across her cheeks made it difficult to say no. And yet… he had seen that same face on the video, twisted with lust as she had cum, moaning his name. It had to be an elaborate fake, didn’t it?

Sensing his hesitation, her smile seemed to fade. “Is everything okay Dad?”

“Sure Honey” he replied with a forced smile of his own “Just a long day at work. Sounds like fun.”

She ran and hugged him, the innocent, bubbly girl once more, then shot off to the kitchen. He watched her as she left, her long ginger hair bouncing as she rounded the corner, and followed. She wore a loose white shirt and pants, but still he had no trouble making out the shape of her narrow waist and wide hips, and the shape of her round, firm ass above her toned gymnasts thighs.

He shook his head. Surely his own daughter couldn’t be the girl in the video. Surely it had to be a fake. But… her voice. And what about those recent searches in her computer? He had been so sure it was her, but perhaps emotion had clouded his judgement.

Watching as she shuffled around in the fridge, he decided to find out.

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The girl was happy for the first time in weeks. As she reached for the onion, her father stood silently watching her, an odd look on his face. He was probably just puzzled about her behavior after the last fortnight of hiding in her room. She was happy to have him standing there, as long as he was happy.

“So how did you like the party?”

Her heart skipped a beat, and she froze before a thought came to her.

“Oh, the one on Saturday?” she asked, remembering her drunken actions, how she had almost let herself be used by two of the boys there in an attempt to erase the memory of that hellish night two weeks before. She turned to her father and smiled. “Pretty lame”

He appeared to hesitate, looking at his daughter for a short time before he spoke.