Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
Bailey walked confidently down the city street in her tiny skirt and thigh-high stockings. She was probably a little too young to be wearing something as naughty as that, being freshly 18, but her daddy was gone overnight on a business trip - so why not make the most of it?
Men had been cat-calling her all night, their eyes caught on her dark bouncy pigtails and her slim, stunning body - curvaceous like a woman, but with an edge of innocent youth. Bailey, still a little naïve about how she perceived the world, felt sexy because of the way they looked at her - but didn't realize how dangerous it was to be out so late, wearing something so provocative and flaunting her innocence.
"What do you think you're doing, young lady?"
A deep, raspy voice calls out from the shadows. A fully uniformed police officer steps out, flashlight glaring into Bailey's wide eyes.
"Uh... I'm just heading to my friends house,"
Bailey stutters.
"Dressed like that?" The police officer shamelessly drags his stony gaze up and down her young body.
"Yes sir."
"Oh yeah?" He takes a step towards her, and she flinches. "Well I think you're up to no good. Turn around, I'm gonna need to search you."
Hanging her head, Bailey turns and presses her palms against the adjacent police car. She feels the officer come up behind her.
"Legs. Wider," he commands. Out of fear, she obeys. Bailey feels his large rough hands work their way up and down her small body, before he lifts her skirt and gives a little "tsk, tsk" under his ragged breath at the site of a delicate white thong.
"Such slutty underwear for such a little girl," he growls. "What would your daddy say?"
Suddenly, Bailey feels the cool metal of handcuffs lock her hands behind her back.
"Wait- please! I'm a good girl, I promise!" Her cries for help fall on deaf ears, aside from a few bystanders who watch with longing eyes.
"Get in the car," says the officer, grabbing Bailey by the hair and shoving her in. Bailey jumps as the loud sound of the car door slamming rings through the night air.
The officer gets in the front seat and starts the car.
"I'm taking you to jail," he murmurs. "There, I'm gonna call your daddy."
"Oh God, please don't, sir. You have no idea what he'll do to me."
"Is that so?" Murmurs the officer.
Shortly they arrive at the small local jail, the police officer wastes no time dragging Bailey from the car and pulling her into the facility. At this point, Bailey nearly has tears in her eyes.
"Shut the fuck up or or I'll hurt you," The officer whispers roughly into her ear. He pulls her into a private interrogation room and closes and locks the door.
He forces her down into the interrogation chair, re-locking her handcuffs so she's tied to the chair.
