Daddy Fucks Me: Volume 3

The steam from the hot shower clung to my skin as I quickly dried myself off, the plush towel feeling rough against my damp skin. I could hear the muffled sounds of the TV from downstairs, but it was the sharp, commanding tone of my father’s voice that sent a jolt of dread through me.

“Chloe, get your ass over here, now!” His voice boomed through the house, echoing off the cold, tiled walls of the bathroom.

I hurriedly wrapped the towel around myself, securing it tightly as my heart began to pound in my chest. I knew that tone, that urgency. He was close to climax, and he wanted me there to receive it, like some sick, twisted trophy. I could feel the familiar sensation of revulsion and fear churning in my stomach as I stepped out of the bathroom.

The hallway seemed to stretch on forever as I made my way to my father’s office, the dimly lit house pressing in around me. The faint scent of old books and stale cigar smoke grew stronger as I approached the heavy wooden door.

I pushed it open slowly, the hinges creaking softly in protest. The office was shrouded in a dim, reddish glow from the desk lamp, casting eerie shadows across the room. My eyes widened in horror as I took in the scene before me. My father was slumped in his leather chair, his belly Distended over his belt, his face flushed, and his eyes glazed over. And he wasn’t alone.

Two of his friends, men I recognized from his vulgar alcohol-fueled parties, were naked, their bodies glistening with sweat in the dim light. One was sprawled on the couch, his hand idly stroking himself, while the other leaned against the desk, a sick grin on his face as he watched me enter.

I froze in the doorway, my mind racing. I knew my father was a perverted man, that he delighted in cruel, twisted games. But would he go so far as to allow these men to touch me, too? The thought sent a shiver of revulsion down my spine, and I could feel the color draining from my face.

My father’s gaze flicked to me, his eyes narrowing as he took in my appearance. “There she is,” he growled. “Get in here, girl, and take that shit off.”

I hesitated, my feet rooted to the spot, as the two men began to advance on me, their intentions clear in their lecherous smiles. My heart hammered in my chest, and I could feel the cold tendrils of panic creeping up my spine.

The heavy silence in the room was pierced by my father’s harsh, slurred words. “What the fuck are you waiting for, girl? Get your ass over here, now!” His voice was a low, menacing growl, and I could see the dark rage simmering in his eyes.

I let my towel drop to the floor, knowing all too well what would happen if I didn’t obey. The bruises on my thighs, the still-tender spots on my ribs – they were a constant, painful reminder of his Violence. A fearful shiver ran down my spine as I hesitantly took a step forward, then another, my bare feet silent on the thick carpet.

The camera of his friend’s phone clicked on, the red recording light gleaming eerily in the dim room as he leaned against the desk, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. I could feel the heat of their gazes on my skin, like maggots squirming beneath my flesh.

“Hurry up, cunt,” my father snarled, his face contorting with anger. “Unless you want me to drag you over here and beat your ass raw.”

I flinched at his words, the taste of bile rising in my throat. With a final, desperate glance at the door, I hurried across the room, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. His friend and his phone met me a few feet over from the desk. As I passed, he zoomed in on my naked body, the camera’s flash illuminating my stark naked form and reflecting on the wall, paused as he began to smile sadistically.

Before I could react, my father’s massive, calloused hands grabbed my arms and shoved me hard to the floor. I yelped in pain as my knees and palms hit the rough carpet, the impact jarring my teeth. Tears stung my eyes, but I didn’t have time to react before he was on me, his murderous hands pushing my thighs apart that stung from the last beating.

It happened in the blink of a second, he was on me, shoving himself to fullness inside me. He worked himself in and out of me, he jerked his hips as he tensed sheepishly, projecting a lumpy stream of semen against my cervix.
He was brutal in every sense of the word, the pain was indecisive as the odor was unmistakable. It only lasted a moment before he abruptly pulled out, his face twisting in disgust.

“Reckless little bitch,” he spat, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, leaving a stain on his cheek. “You should’ve never been born with good pussy.” He stood up, his breath coming in harsh gasps, his flaccid cock still glistening from my pussy.

I lay there on the floor, naked and vulnerable, as he turned away from me, leaving me to struggle to my knees, my body shaking with sobs and pain I kept to myself. 

Or at least I tried to keep to myself.

“You hear that, Jay?” my father’s voice was a low, mocking growl while he turned to his friend, who was now frantically pumping his hips, his hand a blur as he stroked himself. “Don’t you dare waste a drop of your cum on the floor. Put it right where it belongs. In the cum dumpster.”

I could feel the bile rising in my throat as I heard his words, my stomach churning with dread.

“Wait, no—” I managed to choke out, but my words fell on deaf ears. His friend, his body glowing with lust and a sheen from the dens of filth, was already on his feet with a wild look in his eyes.

The creepy man crossed the room in a few quick strides, his cock stiff and already leaking. He gripped my hips painfully as he pulled me back onto all fours, my arms buckling beneath me as I cried out in pain. Both of his hands were quick to claim my hips as he rammed into me, his cock a weapon slamming into me with horrifying force.

His grunts were animalistic, his fingers digging into my flesh as he set a brutal, punishing pace. The sensation of his cock pushing out my father’s semen was awful. Of course, he didn’t care, because he was just laying waste to my pussy. He filled me up for what seemed like hours, though it was likely only minutes before he let out a deep, guttural groan, his body convulsing as he spilled his release inside me, his fingers digging into my hips so hard that I knew there would be more bruises.

With a final, vengeful thrust, the man known as Jay blew his load inside me. His fingers left cruel, purple welts as he pulled out swiftly, cheekily laughing.

“Fuck, look at her,” he panted, his eyes glowing with a sick sort of triumph as he took in my battered, humiliated form; my face pressed against the carpet. “Can’t believe Lorenzo’s lettin’ us cum inside his own daughter. What a fuckin’ lucky bastard I am.”

I could hear the harsh click of my father’s bottle, as he gave a throaty chuckle, the sound sending a shiver of revulsion down my spine. “That’s right, Jay. She’s just a little cum dumpster, aren’t you, Chloe?”

The words hit me like a physical blow, the hatred and disgust behind them cutting deeper than any knife could. I could feel the tears streaming down my face, my body wracked with silent sobs as I lay there, exposed and defiled. The smell of sex and parabola disgusting horribleness was heavy in the air, a choking, oppressive presence.

The man with the camera, his eyes wild with arousal, zoomed in on my ravaged pussy, the lens capturing every sickening detail. “Shit, I can.” he chuckled, a low, menacing sound. “Fuck, I got her next. Gotta make sure I get a good shot of this. Might even put it online, let the world see what a fuckin’ slut Lorenzo’s daughter is. Maybe it’ll help me drive up my viewernet.”

He pushed the camera into the hands of the man whose fresh semen was still dripping out of my body. The man’s face looked on with dark, ecstatic glee, before he stuck himself inside me, plugging me like the cum dumpster my father raised me to be.