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couldn’t even comprehend that his little girl was behind the bars. He gave me few disappointed and angry looks and he nervously walked from one side to another.
    “Do you know how your mother is unhappy now? She dumped me for that jerk judge, but now I’ll have my revenge.” he said, filling my chest with unbearable guilt. I cried even harder.
    “Do you know what kind of shame she threw on me? My friends were laughing that she’s fucking a judge instead of me!” his voice intensified, “Do you think that was nice for me?” he yelled.
    “Sorry, daddy, I wasn’t really part of it!” I said through my tears.
    “Shut up!” he yelled, “The boys told me everything, you did enough to be convicted. Is that how you wanted to start out your life?”
    “No, daddy,” I kept sobbing.
    “You can be happy that I can come here now I tell you that you little brat!”
    “Sorry daddy!” I cried.
    He sat down on a chair in front of my cell, staring at me with a disappointed and judgmental look in his eyes. I never saw him pissed off like that. This time there was no room where he could threw me in and ground me for a week. He was staring at me as if he was calculating a way how he would punish me and I didn’t even have guts to watch him in his eyes for a second. I stared down, looking mindlessly in the floor. There was nothing I could do or say to change the situation or make thing less fucked up. I already faced myself with the fact that I would spend first years of my adult life in prison. That was for sure one of the most fucked up ways to start out my life – as a prisoner. Moreover, I didn’t only fuck my life up, but I also screwed daddy’s life too.  Nobody would choose him again as chief nor could he advance in the police’s hierarchy because nobody wanted a police officer whose daughter was charged for a serious felony. That indicated that he was not good father at all and that he couldn’t be good chief if he can’t even raise his children as worthy individuals.
    “There is a way out, the only way how you could avoid prison,” he said with dead serious tone of voice. 
    “How?” I said, cleaning my face from tears.
    “If you are pregnant, they will hesitate to put you in jail. You could tell them you knew that you were pregnant and tell them that you were scared and that you needed money. Since you have a clean record, you can avoid jail by blaming the rush of hormones that occurs in the beginning of the pregnancy.  That would be your defense and they would give you only probation or suspended sentence,” he said.
    “But daddy, I’m not pregnant,” I said, I was confused because there was no way how could I prove that I was pregnant.
    “But you will be until the trial begins,” he said and stood up from a chair. He slowly walked towards my cell while staring at me with perverted look in his eyes. I was even more confused and didn’t understand how he thought that I could get pregnant. Then he slowly unzipped his pants and then it clicked me what he actually wanted to do.
    At first I thought that some kind of terrible joke that he was pulling out, but with every step he took towards me, I started to understand that he was about to fuck me and make me pregnant. At first I was afraid, not horny, but as the seconds passed his idea didn’t seem that bad. After all it was daddy’s cock. It was the cock I’ve been dreaming about for a very long time, plus he was in his hot uniform. I tried to force myself to get wet, but I was still under shock. I didn’t want to appear as a little slut who jumped on knees to suck cock when she was told to do so, I wanted him to force his way.
    “So, do you want to avoid jail?” he said. I nodded. “Then, let’s have some fun before I make you pregnant, finally.” 
    He pulled out his cock, it was already hard and erected. Obviously he had been thinking about that for a while because his balls were swollen and purple. He slowly jerked off his cock with a