I could hear the laughter before I even stepped into the living room. Dad’s friends were over again, their voices booming, glasses clinking, the smell of whiskey and cigars thick in the air. I should’ve known something was off when Dad called me downstairs, his tone too casual, too dismissive. But I’d been naive, thinking it was just another one of their poker nights.
“Come sit with us, sweetheart,” Dad said, his voice dripping with a false warmth that made my stomach twist.
I hesitated at the edge of the room, my eyes darting between the three men sprawled across the couch and armchairs. They were all looking at me now, their smirks predatory, their eyes raking over my body like I was something to be devoured.
“Relax,” one of them chuckled, his voice rough and slurred. “We’re just having a little fun.”
Before I could process what was happening, one of them— the one who’d always made my skin crawl with his leering stares—stood up and grabbed my arm. His grip was bruising, his breath hot and sour as it hit my face.
“Daddy!” I cried out, my voice shrill with panic. But Dad just leaned back in his chair, his eyes cold, his lips curling into a smirk.
“Don’t worry, honey,” he said, his voice low and almost amused. “They’re just going to show you a good time.”
One of them yanked me onto the couch, his other hand already sliding up my thigh. I tried to push him away, but he was too strong, his weight pressing me down into the cushions.
“Please,” I whimpered, tears already streaming down my face. “Please, stop!”
But they just laughed, their voices blending into a cacophony of cruelty. One of them handed dad a joint, and before I could react, he was forcing it between my lips.
“Take a hit,” he growled. “You’re too tense.”
I choked on the smoke, my vision blurring as the drug took hold. My body felt heavy, numb, like I was trapped in a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.
“There you go,” he murmured, his voice a sickening purr as his hand slipped under my dress. “Just relax.”
I tried to push him away again, but my arms felt like lead, my movements sluggish and weak.
“Look at her,” one of them sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “She said she’d never fuck us, and now she’s soaking wet.”
My cheeks burned with shame as I realized they were right. Despite the terror clawing at my chest, my body was betraying me, my panties growing damp as his fingers pressed against me.
“Daddy,” I sobbed, my voice breaking. “Please, make them stop!”
But Dad just watched, his expression unreadable.
“Be a good girl,” he said, his voice cold and final. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Their hands were rough as they yanked my panties down, my dress bunched up around my waist. I could feel the cool air on my bare skin, the weight of their stares on me as they undressed me like I was nothing more than an object.
“Look at her,” voice thick with lust. “She’s fucking perfect.”
He didn’t waste any time. He pushed my legs apart, his cock pressing against my entrance. I screamed as he thrust into me, the pain sharp and unbearable.
“Please,” I begged, my voice cracking. “Please, it hurts!”
But they just laughed, their voices echoing in my ears as he pounded into me, his hips slamming against mine with a brutal rhythm.
“Daddy,” I cried again, my voice choked with tears. “Please, make him stop!”
But Dad just lit a cigar, his eyes glinting. “You’ll be fine,” he said, his voice calm, almost soothing. “Just take it.”
They didn’t let up, the thrusts growing harder, more erratic. I could feel my body breaking apart, my sobs turning into incoherent whimpers.
“She’s so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained. “Fuck, I’m not going to last.”
“Don’t pull out,” Dad said, his voice cutting through the haze of pain and panic. “Knock her up.”
“No,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper. “Please, no!”
But it was too late. His body stiffened, and I felt him release inside me, his cum filling me in deep, pulsing spurts.
“There you go,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re going to be a good little mommy now.”
I could feel the tears streaming down my face as he pulled out, my body trembling with shock and disgust.
“My turn,” one of the others said, his voice eager as he pushed me onto my stomach, my bare ass and pussy exposed.
“Please,” I sobbed, my voice weak and broken. “I can’t take anymore!”
But they just laughed, their hands gripping my hips as he slid into me again.
“You’ll take it,” he growled, his voice filled with cruel satisfaction. “You’re going to take every last drop.”
I could feel my mind slipping away, the pain and pleasure blurring together into a haze of sensation.
“You’re so wet,” he taunted, his thrusts growing harder. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”
“No,” I whimpered, my voice barely audible. “Please, stop.”
But they just laughed, their voices cruel and merciless as they used my body for their pleasure, my cries and sobs nothing more than background noise.
“Look at her,” Dad said, his voice filled with glee. “She’s cumming again.”
I could feel it, the orgasm tearing through me despite the shame and disgust clawing at my chest.
“You’re nothing but a slut,” they sneered, their voices blending together as they continued to use me. “You’ll always be our little whore.”
My body gave out, my mind slipping away as they continued to take turns, their cruel words and degrading insults the last thing I heard before everything went black.
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