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On a bright summer morning, Edward, a middle-aged man with a stubble-covered chin and weary eyes, sat on the edge of the couch holding the daily newspaper as usual. The room was filled with the sweet aroma of coffee from the kitchen and the distant sound of the TV playing cartoons as he reads about the recent murders just across town. His wife, Savannah, a petite woman with blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, bustled in and out, her voice rising as she called for their daughter, Lilliana, to get ready.
"Come on, Lilli, we're all ready except you," Savannah's voice echoed down the hall. Edward could hear the excitement in her tone, she's always loved the beach, hence why they've been doing almost everyday of the week. Lilliana's door swung open and out she stepped, her youthful figure held in a stunning nude two-piece that contrasted her innocent smile. Edward's gaze lingered a moment too long, his thoughts darkening. "You're wearing that?" He asked, trying to keep the wavering of lust out of his voice. "What happened to your other swim suit? The one piece?"
Savannah looked at him, puzzled. "What's wrong with it? It's just a bikini."
"She's twelve," Edward said, his voice strained. "It's inappropriate."
Savannah rolled her eyes. "It's just a bit of skin. She's not a baby anymore." She turns, "You look lovely sweetie." Lilliana smiles softly in return.
Edward sighs, folding the newspaper. "She looks naked, people will stare— predators will stare."
Savannah raised an eyebrow, her hand on her hip. "It's a swim suit, Ed. And she'll be safe with us."
Lilliana, sensing the tension, stepped in between them, her eyes darting from one parent to the other. "It's okay, Mommy. I can change..." She turned and retreated to her room, her shoulders slumping slightly.
Edward felt a twinge of guilt, but it was quickly overshadowed by his own internal struggle. He knew he couldn't keep fighting this battle; his thoughts had been spiraling out of control lately. He took a deep breath and stood up. "Whatever, she can wear it." He tried to sound indifferent, but his voice cracked a little.
The drive to the beach was filled with an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the radio playing a over-glazed pop song. Lilliana sat in the back, staring out the window at the passing scenery. Savannah shot Edward a glare from the driver's seat, still not having forgave him for his words, despite the truth to them.
When they arrived at the beach, it was already bustling with families laying out towels and children running towards the water. Edward's heart raced as he saw men of all ages glancing in their direction, their eyes lingering on his daughter's swimsuit— or maybe it was in his head. He swallowed hard, trying to push the images from his mind. They spread out their towels and set up camp for the day. Edward positioning himself between Savannah and Lilliana, his gaze darting around, keeping an eye on his barely covered, basically nude 12 year old daughter.
The sun was high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the sand. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was soothing against the families' laughs and seagulls crying. Lilliana looked up at her dad, her eyes round and innocent. "Can we go swimming now?"
Edward hesitated, his eyes scanning the beach. He saw groups of older teenagers throwing a Frisbee, their eyes occasionally flicking over to her—or maybe the ladies behind them. "Sure, but stay close, okay?" He paused, "Actually, let's go together. I need to cool off."
Savannah shot him another look, this one tinged with annoyance. "You're smothering her. She's a kid, she can play in the water alone."
Edward nodded curtly, unable to shake the feeling that his presence was the only thing keeping his daughter safe. "I'm just keeping an eye on her."
Savannah sighed, but didn't argue further. She slipped off her shirt and applied sunscreen to her arms and legs before joining her husband and daughter in the water. The coolness of the ocean was a welcome relief from burning sun.
Lilliana splashed around happily, her laughter ringing out over the waves. Edward his darkening thoughts bubble, his eyes never straying far from her youthful form. He was always the first to jump in when she was in trouble, the first to catch her when she stumbled. But today, his protectiveness felt different, heavy with a thick layer of undeniable lust that scared him.
As they played in the shallows, Lilliana's top got snagged on something sharp, hidden in the water. With a yelp, she looked down to see the fabric tearing away, exposing her supple chest. Panic flashed across her face as she gasped sharply. Without thinking, Edward reached out, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards some rocks that lined the shore.
"Don't worry, I've got you," he murmured, his voice low and strained. He glanced back at Savannah, who was lying on a floating a few meters away, her eyes closed as she soaks in the sun— likely asleep. The guilt that had been simmering within him grew stronger as he realized he was now alone with Lilliana as her top barely clings to her.
His heart pounded in his chest as he positioned her behind a large boulder, blocking her from view. Lilliana's eyes were wide with shock, her breaths coming in quick gasps. "Daddy, what do I do?" she whispered, her voice trembling.
"It's okay," he said, his voice soothing despite the turmoil within. "Let me fix your top." He tried to keep his eyes on hers, but they kept straying to the bare skin that peeked out from the shredded fabric. The sight of her budding breasts sent a shiver down his spine, his thoughts creeping even darker.
He fumbled with the strings of her bikini top, his fingers trembling as he attempted to tie them back into place. The material of the top was torn and frayed from the snag, resisting his efforts to restore it to its original state. Each time he thought he had it fixed, another piece would give way, revealing more of her ever so growing body. The sight of her growing breasts fueled his inner turmoil, making the task feel almost impossible to fix. His mind was a cacophony of voices, one telling him to fix it, the other urging him to take rip it off and take what's his.
Lilliana's eyes grew more and more desperate as each second passed. "Daddy, fix it faster," she begged, her voice on the verge of breaking. Edward took a deep, ragged breath and forced himself to focus. "Fuck! I'm sorry, baby," he murmured, his voice straining, becoming visibly more irritable. "Let me just..."
Again and again, Edward's clumsy fingers attempted to knot the strings of her bikini top, but they seemed to slip through his grasp like slippery fish in a net. The fabric was stubborn, as if it too knew the impure thoughts that plagued his mind and was inviting him to take her there and then. The more he tried, the more the material resisted, tearing and unraveling beneath his touch.
"Why did you have to wear this?" he snapped, his voice harsher than he had ever spoken to her. "If you had just worn the one piece like I told you..." The anger boiled within him, a toxic stew of lust and self-loathing. The fabric of her top lay in tatters in his hand, he could feel his body responding to the sight of her, his breathing becoming more ragged, his heart racing faster than the waves that pounded the shore. His cock was so hard— god, he's losing control.
"This is your fault," he hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes burning into hers. "If you had just listened to me..." His hand shot out, grabbing her wrist with surprising force. "But no! You had to wear this slutty suit!"
"I'm sorry," Lilliana whimpered, trying to pull away, but Edward's grip was too strong.
"You wanted to be a big girl," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you wanna know what big girls do?" His grip on her wrist tightened, his other hand reaching for his trousers.
Lilliana's eyes grew round with terror, her heart hammering in her chest like a trapped bird. She had never seen this look on her father's face before, and she didn't know how to react. "Daddy no," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please! I'm sorry!"
Edward ignored her plea, his own desires now fully in control. "You wanted to be like the other girls, didn't you?" he murmured, his voice thick with malice. "Well, let me show you what big girls do." He ripped down his trousers, his cock springing out as hard as a damn rock. He ripped off the rest of his daughter's top and quickly covered her mouth. Lilliana's eyes went wide with horror as she felt his other hand tugging her bottoms.
Her muffled cries were lost to the sound of the ocean and the distant chatter of beachgoers, oblivious to the horror unfolding just meters away. Edward's body pressed against hers, his breath hot and heavy. He forced her onto the cold, hard rock, his hand still over her mouth to stifle her screams, her legs kicking wildly against the stone beneath her. Edward tugged the rest of her clothing off, ripping it away with a final, brutal yank. The fabric gave way easily, leaving her completely bare.
Her skin was smooth and unblemished, a canvas of youth and innocence that seemed to taunt him. His eyes devoured every inch of her, tracing the lines of her growing body as if committing them to memory. Her breasts were small but firm, her stomach flat and untouched by any blemishes. Her hips flared out just slightly, hinting at the woman she is becoming, and her legs, though kicking fiercely, were still slim as ever. His hand trailed down her side, feeling the softness of her skin, the slight tremble of fear that washed over her like a gentle wave.
Her eyes searched his, but the man she once knew as her loving father was gone, his eyes dark and hungry. He took in the delicate curves of her body, the way the light played off the gentle swell of her breasts, the softness of her belly, and the sweetness of her thighs.
With a grunt, he pushed her legs apart, his hand still over her mouth to muffle the screams that clawed at her throat. She thrashed beneath him, her small frame no match for his weight. "You brought this on yourself," he murmured, the words a twisted mantra. "You wanted to be a slut, so so be it."
He thrust his thick pulsing cock into her untouched cunt, bottoming out, balls deep at the first thrust. She screamed in terror against her father's palm at the pain. The rock bit into her back, leaving a trail of blood as she squirmed, trying to escape the nightmare. He leaned in, his eyes unforgiving. "This is what happens when little girls want to dress like whores," His words were like claws, bound to leave scars, bound to leave trauma.
His eyes bore into hers, a twisted sneer on his face as he whispered, "This is all your fault." He thrust hard, pounding into her tight cunt like a rabid dog in heat. He felt her squeezing around him, her cunt welcoming, begging for more.
The sight of her tiny frame, struggling beneath his, filled him with a perverse sense of power. Each thrust sent waves of agony through her and he felt only the sweet release of his own pent-up lust. The sound of her muffled cries was like a drug, and he was becoming addicted to it.
His cock pounded into her, her young body stretched to accommodate his lengthy girth. With each thrust, his cock grew more insistent, demanding her submission, claiming her as his own. The head of his penis slammed against her cervix, deep into her unmatured womb. His breaths grew ragged, his eyes wild with desire. The sight of her virginity being torn apart by his own flesh was intoxicating, a power trip that sent his blood racing.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, but he knew she felt every inch of him, her body recoiling with each invasion. The tightness of her young cunt was like a vice around him, a sweet torment that made him want to go deeper, to consume her completely. His hips moved in a primal rhythm, his cock a piston driving into her over and over again. The friction was exquisite, a dance of pleasure that sent shockwaves through his body.
He was relentless, his body moving in a frenzy of lust that he could no longer control. The sound of their bodies slapping together was obscene and loud, he's need to finish fast if he wanted to stay unfound. But the feel of her, the heat and the wetness, it was too much to resist, he wanted to feel her for the rest of his life.
The feel of her walls stretching around him, the way her body tried to fight back only to be overpowered by his own, it was a heady rush of power that made him feel invincible. His cock was a battering ram, pushing through the last remnants of her childhood and into the terrifying world of adulthood.
He spilled his seed inside her womb, spilling his babies into the warm depths of her violated body. His hips jerking in spasms of pleasure, his eyes rolled back in his head, and he groaned, the sound echoing off the rocks like a bestial growl.
Lilliana felt his warmth fill her, a burning sensation that made her stomach turn. Her eyes were squeezed shut tight, as if trying to blink away the reality of what was happening. But she knew it was no nightmare; the pain was too real, the weight of his body too heavy. She felt his grip on her wrists tighten, his nails digging into her soft flesh as he reached the peak of his pleasure. Above her, Edward's body tensed, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. His hips jerked erratically, driving his cock deeper into her with every spasm of his orgasm. The sensation was foreign, something that she never wanted to feel again. She felt soiled, violated in a way that no soap could ever cleanse.
"You will tell no one of this... do you understand?" Edward's voice was low, a warning that sent shivers down Lilliana's spine as he pulled away, his eyes dark and threatening. He removed his hand from her mouth, and she gulped in a lungful of air. She nodded through suppressed sobs and tear-streaked eyes, her pussy dripping with her father's warm seed, down her legs and into the water below.
Edward watched the beautiful sight as he stood, his cock hardening again, eager to breed. But he tucked it back into his swim trunks with a casualness that made bile rise in her throat. "Good girl," he said, "Do something like this again and I'll make sure you're treated like the slut you clearly want to be. Now stay here. I'll find you a replacement suit somewhere in the shops."