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The bathroom door crashed open with such force it bounced off the wall, the cheap metal doorknob denting the plaster. Chloe, 14, gasped and tried to cover herself with her hands as she stood dripping wet on the bathmat. Her father, Mark, filled the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the light from the hall. His eyes, dark and intense, raked over her naked form, lingering on the small, firm breasts with their pink nipples and the sparse blond curls at the juncture of her thighs.
"What are you doin-"
"I'm sorry sweetie, I thought I heard you say something," her father said, taking a step toward her, his voice a low growl.
"I was talking to myself, daddy, please, just go, I need to dry off."
"Oh no, baby girl, I don't think so," her father said, his voice thick. "You look too damn pretty to leave."
"What?"
"I'm gonna show you a good time, sweetie, give you what your boyfriends can't," her father said, and his hands moved to the fly of his jeans. He unzipped the denim, and the thick, hard shaft of his cock sprang into view, already drooling thick pre-cum.
"Daddy, what are you-"
"I'm gonna show you just what my cock can do, baby," her father said, his hand stroking the long shaft, thumb rubbing over the bulbous, red head. "Gonna fill that pretty pussy and make you scream for more."
Chloe, her body still warm and damp from the shower, shivered, goosebumps prickling her skin. She stared at her father's cock, her mouth dry, her heart hammering in her chest. It was huge, at least ten inches, the girth wide and swollen, a vein pulsing along the side.
"Daddy, no, don't, please-"
"It's ok baby, I'll take care of you," her father said, stalking across the room to where she stood, frozen, in the middle of the floor. He took her face in his hands and pulled her close, crushing her lips beneath his own, his tongue snaking into her mouth, swirling around her own. She moaned against him, her knees weak, the musky, masculine scent of his sweat filling her nose. She felt his hard, throbbing cock, pressed against her stomach, hot and hard, and her pussy clenched, moisture dripping down her thighs.
"That's a good girl," her father said, breaking the kiss, his hands dropping to her shoulders, squeezing them lightly. "Just relax, daddy's going to make you feel so good."
He turned her, moving her until her back was to him, her hands flat on the bathroom sink. He kicked her feet apart, forcing her legs wide, her ass pushed out, and she stared at her face in the mirror.
Her reflection showed a girl on the cusp of womanhood, eyes wide with fear and desire, cheeks flushed a deep pink. She could see her father's large hands on her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. His eyes, dark and intense, were locked onto her reflection, watching her every reaction.
"Daddy, please," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her breath fogging up the mirror. "We can't do this."
"Shh, baby," her father murmured, his hands moving to her ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh. "We can do whatever we want. Your mother's not here to stop us."
His hands moved between her legs, his fingers brushing against her slit, making her jerk in response. She could feel the cool air of the bathroom against her wet pussy lips, exposed and vulnerable.
"But I'm only fourteen, Daddy," Chloe said, her voice trembling as she looked at her reflection in the mirror, her father's hands still on her hips. "This isn't right."
Chloe's eyes widened as she felt her father's cock press against her entrance, her heart pounding in her chest. "Daddy, no, please don't do this," she pleaded, trying to squirm away, but his grip on her hips was too strong.
"Shh, baby, it's okay," Mark murmured, his voice soothing as he pushed forward, the head of his cock slipping inside her. Chloe gasped, her body tensing at the sudden intrusion. It felt strange, uncomfortable, and she could feel herself stretching to accommodate his size.
"Daddy, it hurts," she whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her father's expression was determined, his jaw set as he pushed further inside her.
"I know, baby, but it'll feel good soon, I promise," he said, his voice strained as he fought against her tightness. Chloe could feel every inch of him as he slid deeper, her body protesting the invasion.
"Please, Daddy, stop," she cried, her hands gripping the edge of the sink, her knuckles turning white. "It's too big, it hurts too much."
Mark paused, his cock halfway inside her, and Chloe could feel him throbbing, hot and hard. She took a deep breath, trying to relax her body, but the fear and pain were overwhelming.
"Please, Daddy, just pull out," she begged, her voice shaking. "I can't do this."
Her father's grip on her hips tightened, and he began to move, slowly pulling out before pushing back in. Chloe gasped, her body tensing again as she felt him moving inside her. It was uncomfortable, but there was a warmth spreading through her, a sensation she couldn't quite identify.
"Daddy, no," she whimpered, but her body responded to his movements, her hips beginning to move in time with his. She could feel the pleasure building, even as the pain and discomfort remained.
"See, baby, it feels good, doesn't it?" Mark said, his voice low and husky as he began to pick up the pace, his cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy.
"No," Chloe breathed, her eyes closing as she let herself give in to the pleasure. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure coiling deep inside her, begging to be released.
"That's a good girl, take all that cock," her father said, thrusting deeper and harder, his balls slapping against her clit. She could feel his hot breath on her neck, his fingers digging into her hips. Her small body, trapped against the sink, rocked with each powerful stroke, the mirror rattling on the wall.
"Daddy, please," she whispered, her face flushed and sweaty, her skin hot to the touch. "It's too much..."
Mark chuckled, his hand moving between her legs, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it roughly. Chloe gasped, her body responding to the stimulation, pushing back against him as he continued to fuck her. The heat inside her was overwhelming, spreading through her whole body as she felt herself tensing, on the edge of release.
This was sex? It had been so uncomfortable at first, but now... it felt amazing. Her father's thick cock pounding into her, his hands touching her body, making her feel things she'd never imagined possible.
No.. this was rape. He was raping her. She knew about that, had seen pictures online. Men forcing themselves on women, making them do things they didn't want to do. And here she was, pinned against the bathroom sink, her father's cock stretching her out, his fingers working their magic on her sensitive nub.
But despite her best efforts, she couldn't help but let go and give in to the pleasure. Her eyes closed, her head tipped back, a moan escaping her lips as feelings far better than anything she'd ever experienced before coursed through her.
"That's a good girl," her father said huskily, his hand coming down in a harsh smack across her ass, leaving a stinging red welt. "Take that cock."
"Ow!"
She winced as another blow landed on her tender flesh, tears springing to her eyes.
"Daddy... please stop..." Chloe gasped, her voice breathy as she squirmed beneath him, trying to escape the sharp sting of his palm. But he just continued to spank her, again and again, his heavy hand making contact with her naked bottom.
The pain was intense, but something about it seemed to heighten her pleasure. She could feel her pussy tightening around her father's cock as he pounded into her. She knew there was something very bad, threatening about this... about what it was building to... but she couldn't remember. What was it...?
She yelped as a particularly harsh blow landed, jerking her from her thoughts.
"You like that, you dirty little slut?" her father growled, his hips moving faster as he thrust his thick shaft deep inside her. "You like your daddy's cock inside you?"
Chloe didn't answer, biting her lip to keep from crying out.
Her father's hands gripped her waist, holding her in place as he fucked her roughly. He reached up and grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair, yanking hard.
"Answer me," he demanded.
"No Daddy, I hate it," Chloe gasped, struggling against him, even though she could feel her orgasm getting closer. "Please stop..."
Her father ignored her pleas, thrusting harder and deeper, his cock slamming into her over and over again. She could feel his fingers digging into her skin, his hot breath on her neck, his teeth nibbling at her earlobe. It was too much for her small body to handle; she could feel her muscles tensing, her pussy clenching around his thick invading father penis. The organ that had brought her to life, produced the DNA that had created her, and would now make life inside her fertile, freshly-ovulating womb.
And even as her mind screamed no, her body betrayed her, giving in to the overwhelming pleasure of her daddy's hard cock filling her tight little cunny.
"Daddy! Oh my god... fuck!"
Chloe cried out as her orgasm tore through her body, every nerve ending tingling with ecstasy as she writhed in her father's strong arms. Her legs trembled, her toes curled, her pussy spasmed around her father's pistoning cock. He could feel the fluttering of her cunt walls on his hard rod, squeezing and massaging him, coaxing him to join her in blissful release. He groaned, his hips moving faster, his cock thrusting deeper, chasing that ultimate high.
Goddamn it felt good, that little teen cunny wrapped around him so tight and hot. Her body was still small, almost childish, her breasts barely budding, her skin soft and smooth under his hands. She'd start to blossom once pregnant, her belly swelling with life, her tits filling out. There was nothing better than raping a little teen girl and turning her into a woman, pumping her full of semen and making her have a baby.
"That's right, baby girl, milk daddy's cock," he growled, his hands moving to her perky tits, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
"Daddy!" Chloe wailed, her hips bucking, her back arching, her pussy clamping down on him, milking his thick shaft. Her inner walls were slick and hot, pulsing with her heartbeat.
"Fuck yeah, take all that cum," he grunted, burying himself to the hilt inside her, his balls pressing against her ass. He could feel his cock twitching as he emptied his load into her, coating her unprotected uterus in his potent sperm.
Chloe gasped as she felt the hot spray of her father's cum fill her, her body responding instinctively. Her orgasm had begun to fade, and his penis to hurt a bit, but it was a nice kind of pain, and she felt full of him, almost... protected somehow. As she felt the hot splashes inside her, she could feel something else, a light, airy feeling, almost like floating, a tingling sensation that started in her pussy and spread throughout her whole body, making her feel warm and safe and loved.
In her minds eye she saw something strange, a little egg, being chased by a tendriling creature, a line of gooey-looking fluid. She had no idea what was happening, but somehow the image was comforting. She remembered it from a video in class, something about the sperm and the egg, how babies were made. And then she remember the fear, and knew it was because she would now have to make that baby, carry it and have a child at just 14.
Tears filled her eyes as she realized this wasn't just rape, but her father was ruining her whole life, her future. It was too late, she could feel the hot spurts subsiding, her father's body pressed flush to her own, her small form dwarfed by his.
"You're going to make a beautiful mother," he grunted, his cock finally stilling, her pussy milking the last of his cum.
"Daddy, please, are you sure-"
"Yes, Chloe, I'm positive. You're going to have a baby," her father said, pulling his cock out of her and turning her around, his hands cupping her small breasts. He leaned down and took her pink nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub.
"Do you have any idea how sexy it is seeing a young, fertile woman with a growing belly?" he murmured, moving to her other breast, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
She moaned, the pleasure-pain of his mouth on her nipple sending shivers down her spine.
"I'm not ready to be a mom, daddy," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please don't make me."
"Shh, baby," her father soothed, his hand sliding between her legs, his fingers parting her slick folds. "You'll love it, I promise."
"But I'm only 14," she pleaded, her hands coming down to push against his shoulders, trying to create some distance between them. It was useless, of course. Her father was too strong.
"Besides, mommy will find out," she continued, her body tensing as his fingers found her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub.
"Don't worry about your mother," Mark assured her, his fingers dipping inside her, his thumb continuing to stimulate her clit. "I'll take care of her."
As he spoke, his cock began to stir again, his lust reignited by the sight of his young daughter's naked body, her perky tits, her glistening pussy.
"But I'm scared, daddy," Chloe whimpered, her hips bucking as his fingers explored her sensitive flesh. She could feel his arousal, the heat radiating from his skin, the intensity in his eyes.
"I know, sweetie, but you'll love it, I promise," her father said, his free hand coming up to caress her cheek. "You'll be a good girl and make daddy happy, won't you?"
Chloe's legs trembled, her knees weak as her father's skilled fingers brought her closer to another orgasm. She could feel the electricity coursing through her veins, the anticipation building in the pit of her stomach.
"Okay, Daddy," she whimpered, her hands clutching his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.
"That's a good girl," Mark murmured, his lips brushing against hers, his tongue darting out to taste her.
"Now be a good little slut and get on your knees for daddy."
Chloe sank to her knees, her mouth level with her father's hard cock. It was so big, mature, swaying gently, and her pussy clenched at the sight, remembering the incredible sensations of his cock inside her.
Chloe stared at the strange, long penis her daddy had between his legs, her mind racing. She had no idea what he wanted her to do with it. It looked big and hard, like a big, thick stick, but it was covered in slippery, shiny stuff.
"Daddy, I don't understand," she said, her voice small and scared. "What do you want me to do with that?"
Her father smiled, his eyes dark and intense. "Just open your mouth, baby, and put it in," he said, his voice low and husky.
Chloe's eyes widened, her lips parting in shock. "In my mouth? But why?"
"Because it feels good, sweetie," her father said, his hand moving to cup her cheek. "It's like a special treat, just for you and me."
Chloe blinked, not understanding. "A treat? But it's so big and hard. And what's that slippery stuff?"
Her father chuckled, his thumb brushing over her lips. "That's just a little something it makes all on its own. It's natural, baby. Now, open up for daddy."
Chloe hesitated, her mind whirling. She didn't know what to do, but she trusted her daddy. She wanted to make him happy, so she slowly parted her lips, her tongue peeking out to taste the strange, salty substance on the tip of the stick-thing.
"Daddy, it's so weird," she said, her voice muffled around the thick flesh in her mouth. "And it tastes funny."
"That's because it's new for you, baby," her father said, his hand stroking her hair. "Just keep going, and you'll get used to it. Just like how you got used to taking a bath or eating new foods."
Chloe nodded, trying to relax as she began to move her head, sucking gently on the hard, thick thing. It was awkward and uncomfortable at first, but as she continued, she started to feel a strange, tingling sensation in her mouth and throat. It was almost... nice?
"Daddy, I think... I think it's starting to feel good," she whispered, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head.
Her father groaned, his hips twitching. "That's it, baby, just like that. You're doing so good for daddy."
As Chloe continued to suck and lick, she felt herself getting lost in the sensation, her mind fogging over with a warm, fuzzy feeling. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew it felt good, and she wanted more. She wanted to make her daddy happy, to give him pleasure.
She reached out tentatively, her small hand wrapping around the thick shaft, feeling the hot, hard flesh pulsing beneath her fingertips. She stroked slowly, watching in fascination as a drop of pre-cum leaked from the tip, a glistening pearl against the reddened head.
"That's it," her father groaned, his hips moving in time with her strokes, his hands tangling in her long, blonde hair. "Now lick it. Be a good girl and lick daddy's cock."
She obeyed, her tongue darting out to lap up the pre-cum, tasting the salty, masculine flavor. It was strangely addictive, and she couldn't help but take the whole head in her mouth, sucking and licking like a baby at its mother's teat.
Her father's groans and the way his cock throbbed in her hand told her she was doing it right, and she moved her head forward, taking more of him in her mouth, her lips stretched wide. She couldn't fit much more in than the head and a few inches, and her small jaw began to ache.
"That's it, baby, take all that cock," her father moaned, his hand guiding her head as he fucked her face. She gagged and choked as his thick shaft hit the back of her throat, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Look at me, Chloe," her father ordered, his voice low and husky. "Look at daddy while you suck his cock."
Chloe looked up, her watery blue eyes meeting her father's dark gaze. His jaw was clenched, his brow furrowed, his breathing heavy. She could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin as he thrust deeper.
"Such a good little girl," Mark groaned, his hand tangling in her hair, his hips moving faster.
I'm making him happy, she thought. This is what he wants, what he needs.
Chloe's eyes widened as her daddy's thick cock slid deeper into her mouth, the head bumping against the back of her throat. She gagged, her body convulsing as she tried to pull back, but her father's hand held her steady, his grip firm in her hair.
"Easy, baby," he said, his voice low and husky. "Just relax and let daddy in. You can do this."
Chloe whimpered, her throat burning as she struggled to accommodate the size of his cock. She could feel his hot breath on her face, his eyes locked onto hers, dark with lust and desire.
Slowly, she began to relax, her tongue curling around the thick flesh as she swallowed, trying to take him deeper. Her daddy groaned, his hips thrusting forward, his cock sliding even further into her mouth.
"Daddy, it's too much," Chloe gasped, her voice muffled around the thick cock in her throat. "I can't..."
But her father just kept pushing, his hand in her hair guiding her head as he fucked her mouth with deep, powerful strokes. Chloe's eyes watered, her nose pressed against his groin as she struggled to breathe, her body shaking with the effort of deepthroating her daddy's huge cock.
Suddenly, she felt a hot surge of liquid flooding her mouth, coating her tongue with a thick, creamy substance. She choked, gagging as her daddy's cum spilled into her throat, filling her with his essence.
"Swallow it, baby," her father commanded, his voice rough with pleasure. "Swallow all of daddy's cum."
Chloe tried, her throat working as she struggled to gulp down the thick, salty load. But it was too much, and she felt it spilling out around her lips, dribbling down her chin as she coughed and sputtered.
"Shh, it's okay," her daddy said, stroking her hair soothingly. "Just keep trying, sweetie. You can do it."
Chloe nodded, taking a deep breath and trying again. This time, she managed to swallow more of it, the creamy cum sliding down her throat as she gulped and choked. Her daddy groaned, his hips twitching as he emptied his balls into her mouth, filling her with his hot, sticky seed.
When he finally pulled out, Chloe gasped for air, her mouth and throat burning from the effort. She looked up at her daddy, her eyes shining with tears, her cheeks flushed with exertion and shame.
"Daddy, I did it," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I swallowed it all."
Her father smiled, his eyes softening with pride and affection. "Yes, baby, you did so good. You're such a good girl for daddy."
He leaned down and kissed her forehead, his hands stroking her hair. "Now, come on, let's get you cleaned up."
He turned and headed into the shower, pulling Chloe along behind him. He turned on the water, waiting for it to heat up before he stepped inside, guiding his young daughter under the spray.
"Daddy, I don't think I like this," Chloe said, her voice trembling. "I don't understand why we have to do these things."
"Shh, baby, it's okay," her father soothed, reaching for the bottle of shampoo. "We're just playing a special game, remember?"
Chloe nodded, her hands coming up to clutch her father's arm.
"A game," she murmured. "Yes, a game."
Mark's hands moved to her hair, lathering the shampoo into her long, blonde locks. "Just relax and let daddy take care of you," he murmured, his fingers massaging her scalp.
She let her wash him, her pussy still feeling sore and full, her body feeling like... not her own. She wondered if what he'd done would make her have a baby, like he said. Her breasts felt a bit sore, maybe they were starting to fill up with milk? Was it normal that her pussy had gotten wet from sucking his dick? What would mommy think if she found out?
Mark finished washing his daughter, then led her from the shower and toweled her dry, his hands lingering on her naked body.
"You're going to make a beautiful mother," he whispered, kissing her shoulder, his fingers grazing her breast.
"Do you really think so, daddy?" Maybe the idea wasn't so bad after all.
"Yes, sweetheart, I'm sure of it," her father said, his arms encircling her, pulling her close.
Chloe melted into his embrace, her head resting on his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut.
"You'll have to start wearing dresses from now on, and your hair will grow longer, and your body will change," her father explained, his hands moving to cup her ass. "But I'll take care of you, and your mom and sister. We'll all take care of you and make sure you're comfortable and happy."
Chloe sighed, the warmth of her father's body seeping into her, the steady beat of his heart a comforting rhythm. She didn't quite understand what was happening, but somehow, she felt safe and loved.
"I love you, daddy," she murmured, her arms wrapping around his waist.
"I love you too, baby," he said, placing a soft kiss on her head.
"I'm scared, Daddy," Chloe confessed, her voice small and timid. "What if Mommy doesn't like me being pregnant?"
"Shh, don't worry about that," her father soothed, stroking her hair. "Mommy loves you and she'll be happy for you. And besides, she won't find out until it's too late. Now, let's get you some rest. You're going to need your energy."
Mark helped Chloe to the bed and tucked her in, kissing her softly on the forehead.
It wouldn't be long before she started showing. She'd have to wear loose fitting clothes, or maybe no clothes at all. And her breasts would start to swell, filling with milk for her unborn child.
The thought made Mark's cock hard, and he reached down, stroking the throbbing shaft. His mind wandered, imagining the sight of his daughter's pregnant belly, her breasts full and ripe. He pictured her on her hands and knees, his cock buried in her tight little cunt, her ass slapping against his hips.
But there would be time for all that later. Right now he'd let her rest.