The new law was simple, and passed virtually unopposed. If a body can orgasm during a sexual encounter, the sex can not legally be called rape.
Dad who climbs on top of you bed, grabbing your head and forcing his mouth against yours in a sudden kiss. You're so surprised you forget to fight for a moment, feeling his heavy body sink you further into the mattress as one hand pulls up your shirt and gropes at your body. When his tongue pushes your mouth open your mind finally catches up to the present and you jerk away– though you couldn't get very far.
"Dad! What the fuck are you- ah, dad-!" You shrieked as he buried his head into your neck, nipping at your throat despite how you try to twist away. Suddenly he shifts, pushing your legs apart and slotting his erection against your crotch, and you realize with horror that only a thin layer of cotton underwear separated you from your fathers frighteningly hard and pulsing cock.
You started to scream but he kissed you again so hard you couldn't even breath, and without any warning he started grinding. Up and down, up and down. You whimpered, completely dominated and terrified, feeling your hot little body start to betray you. The way you could feel his cock head nudge against your clit, over and over and over–
"Yeah, you like that baby?" He cooed, a little mockingly. A strong hand pressed over your mouth, he kissed the tip of your nose and started grinding harder into you. You struggled, kicking and squirming and trying to break free from his hold. He smiled. "I got something for you sweetheart."
Without warning he jams something hard right into your clit. In an instant it buzzes to life, vibrating harshly agasint your throbbing bundle of nerves. You start to sob, truly, so overwhelmed with fear and revulsion and guiltiest most instense arousal you had ever experienced. He trails the vibrator in little circles over your clit and leans in to look you in the eyes. "What'd you say? You want more, daddy?"
You struggled again, screaming from behind his hand, jolting as you inadvertently rubbed your crotch against the toy and him. Suddenly he ripped your flimsy little underwear down from your hips, separating you from the vibrator for only a second before pressing it into your clit again, reaching down to pull back the hood and shoving it back against you. Turned up the intensity and rubbed you in violent strokes that left your legs shaking. Then, as your writhed and moaned, you felt the unmistakable pressure his cock at your entrance.
His hand slid from your face to your throat, forcing you even harder into the bed. He rocked your bodies together, nudging a little further with every movement. You started babbling, begging. "Daddy, no, please- ahh, ah, I'm your- it hurts daddy, please don't, I don't want it, I don't want it-"
"Of course you want it." He hummed, tightening his hold on your throat until you had to focus on pulling as much air in as your could. "Baby if you didn't want it, you wouldn't be wet right now. You wouldn't let me in."
He pressed into you, pushing his cock inside his child. He pulled out an inch and thrusted into you even more, drawing betrayed little yelps and moans as he slipped himself inside you, his cock hard and unyielding. The stab of his intrusion was overwhelmed by the searing forceful pleasure still buzzing at your clit, your vaginal walls spasmed and and pulsed, drawing the man attacking you even further inside.
"Seee? Is the the response somebody has when they're being raped?" Your whole cunt fluttered at the word. You hadn't said it, you hadn't even been confident enough to admit it to yourself yet. He must have felt your reaction because he brought his weight down even further on you, driving into you at a different angle that allowed him to fully bottom out.
Panic gripped you. No. No you couldn't- not from him, not now, not ever. Coming on your fathers cock, in your own bed– but you couldn't hold back any longer, and he was only ploughing your opened cunt harder and faster with ever wet drag of him inside you. You thrashed as hard as you could with one last burst of energy, but he kept the toy pressed right against you to the point of bruising pain. He wanted you to cum. He wanted to feel his baby cum around him, now at the point of hyperventilation. It hurt.
"D-Dad..." Your pussy contracting, you losing whatever control and power you felt you still possibly had, waves of horrible, intense pleasure racking your body that didn't stop. He wouldn't let it stop. He fucked you into your orgasm and kept going. You lay back, eyes unfocused, sure that he was never going to end, that you would never be free from this. At your ragdolling he collapsed fully on top of you, and you hopelessly realized that he wasn't wearing any kind of protection. Fully crushed beneath his weight, he doesn't turn the machine off until he decides he's satisfied.
