Thread: The War Zone [Assficianado & YellowSmoke]

Ray walked alongside of his daughter in somewhat of a daze. Even though he hadnt a hangover to speak of, and even though he more rested than he had been in weeks, the damage had been done. His losses had proved to be too much for him. He had stood a small chance of coming out the other side of his personal crucible intact, but that small chance had been shattered by his retreat into alcohol. He had thought himself strongindeed, everyone he knew would have called him a strong, well balanced man but the truth was far different. The truth was that Ray had walked a thin line for yearsthe line between sanity and madness, between hope and despair, between strength and weaknessand even as he teetered along the precipice, he had neither seen nor even suspected the yawning chasm that he skirtedand now that he had fallen into it, he was lost. He was aware of how he was supposed to act, but Ray had become a different personand as he strolled along the overgrown path with his young daughter, he knew it. It really is nice out today. Laras voice shook him from his reverie, and as he looked over at her, he paused for a few moments before saying Its beautiful. He knew that she was referring to the soft breeze, to the calm, flat lake, and to the gentle, early morning sunshine, but as Ray stared at his daughter, he wasnt thinking about the day. He wasnt thinking about the grass beneath his feet or the blue sky above his head. He wasnt concerned with the warm sunlight on his face, and he couldnt appreciate the soft breeze which caressed his face even as it carried the songs of the birds to his ears. All he could think about was Lara, and as the path diverged, one wending its way along the shore with the other leading to the door of the boathouse, Ray gentle pulled her towards the latter. Ray wasnt completely mad. No, not by any meanshe knew what was right and what was wrong, and he knew how he was expected to act, but he felt as if he didnt have to live up to those expectations anymore. Something inside himsome broken part of his psychetold him that he was released from those obligations and expectations that others had of him. The voice in his head, the voice that spoke in his voice, told him, You expected that your mother would grow old, and that didnt happen. You expected that your son would grow to enjoy a long lifeand now hes dead. You expected your wife to be at your side while you both grew old together, but now shes a shell. Expectations? Theyre obviously meaningless, Ray, so nobody can expect anything from you. As he looked over at his daughter, Ray could see so much of his Alice in herbut he also saw the young, nubile girl that she was. The breeze that made her blonde tresses trail behind her also pressed her halter top against her breasts, and as the thin material clung to and outlined her small breasts and stiff nipples, Ray stared openly at her, unconcerned whether she saw him or not, for in that moment, he began to think of Lara not just as his daughter, but as his property. Everything had been taken away from him, or almost everything, but Lara was his. He made her, and she belonged to him. Devinwell they had taken Devin away. He hadnt been ready, but he knew how they were now, and he wouldnt let them take his Lara. Ray didnt consciously think about who they were, for they were just a part of his madness. They were the ones who took Devin, and they were the ones who might try to take Lara andmaybeTom. But Tom is strong enough to fight themLara isnt. She needs meand I need her. As they walked hand in hand towards the boathouse, Ray looked at Lara as Lara looked all about her. As his eyes ran over her face and body, Ray felt himself begin to stiffenand even though he was well aware that his growing erection stemmed from his daughter, he felt no shame or guilt. She was his property, after alland since she loved him, she would do as he asked of her. Its what daughters did for their fathers, right? As he led her up the three stairs and into the boathouse, a thought kept running through his mind. I need her now. I need her now. I need her now. As she passed by him, Ray stared at Laras back. Her tousled hair lay on her shoulders, the smooth, bare skin exposed by her halter top drawing his attention before his eyes fell to her ass. Her jeans clung tightly to her small bottom , and as Ray slowly turned the deadbolt to lock the door, he wondered if Laras ass felt like his Alices. Rays parents old Chriscraft hung in davits above the still water below, the boat and the walkway around it heavy with dust. To the right was the guest bedroom, and that walkway was swept wood, for his mother paid a woman to keep the bedroom ready in case of unexpected guests. Ray looked up into the exposed rafters to see a canoe and a number of coolers hanging by their handles. Fishing rods, heavy with dust, lined one side of the little boathouse while water skis leaned against the other. We had some good times Ray spoke softly as he walked past Lara. Opening the door to the little bedroom, he looked back at her and said I guess theyre all gone now? His eyes welled with tears, and even though he truly felt that way, there was another part of Ray that was calm, even calculating. That part, that part that had so recently emerged, knew that Lara was a kind hearted, loving girl, and so planned to use her goodness to his advantage. After waving her through the door into the tiny bedroom, Ray looked around for a moment. The same small dresser sat in the same cornerthe same tiny bathroom, no shower and, against the wall, the same full sized bed. The comforter was different, but it was the same bed. It was all clean, but it would have looked the same 20 years ago. He looked at everything, but then his eyes returned to Lara. She was standing just a few feet from himher feet bare, her jeans hugging her small hips and thighs, her loose halter top giving him glimpses of the curvature of her small breasts and even as tears began to roll down his face, his cock began to stiffen even further beneath his linen slacks. He wasnt aware of it, but he looked at Lara with a hunger that heretofore had been reserved for his wife but as his wife wasnt coming back, he still had his other property to do with as he would. As tears ran down his cheeks, Ray closed the distance between them and wrapped Lara in a crushing embrace. One part of him took solace as he held his daughterbut the other side of Ray, the newly emergent Ray, felt a lust such as he had never felt before. Ray could feel Laras breasts against his chest, could feel his rapidly hardening cock pressing against her belly, and as he buried his head in her hair, he could smell her shampoothe same shampoo he had washed her hair with when she was a little girl. His voice choking a little, his lips buried in her hair, Ray said Your daddy needs you, honey. Will youwill you help your daddy? Ray knew what he was going to do. In that instant, he knew. The newly emergent Ray easily rationalized his actions, but the old Ray, the Ray that should have been horrified, sat mute and silent in another corner of his mind.