“No, not yet,” she said quickly. “Just a second longer. I had so many cocks rammed into me tonight, can’t you go a little slower?”
“I’m not ramming a cock in you, I’m trying to find a key in your, your, you know. I want to get you out of those cuffs.”
“Just a second more, please, Daddy. Gently.”
I did as she asked, massaging her pussy lips with the lube, feeling the white cream around her pussy stick to my fingers. There was something about it. I was not an expert on cum, but it felt different. Maybe my brain was just trying to tell me this wasn’t true, that my daughter hadn’t been fucked by four guys.
She moaned. When I looked up, I saw her eyes were closed. Her back started to arch, and I felt her push down against my fingers.
“Babygirl?”
“Huh?” she said, opening her eyes.
“I’m going to put my fingers in now.”
“Mmm, okay.”
I gently pushed my fingertip between her warm folds and slipped inside her. She was a housefire. I could see her mouth hanging open as I penetrated her. I almost forgot what I was doing, but I had to find that key. I hoped these bastards didn’t put it in her too deeply. I started to wiggle my finger and pushed it in a little deeper. I turned my finger so I could rub, I mean, search the lower floor of her pussy canal. If the key was anywhere, it had to be there.
“Oh, Daddy,” Karla said.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No,” she said. “Deeper.”
“Deeper?”
“Yes. The-the key is deeper, I think. They put it in me and then shoved their cocks in to push it in deep.”
“Okay,” I said, feeling fresh anger. I pushed my finger in deeper, my knuckles grinding against her pussy lips. I felt something at the tip of my finger.
“Oh, god, yes,” she said.
“Baby?”
“Please don’t stop,” she whispered.
“What?”
“I, um, the key. Fuck, Daddy.”
She liked it. It couldn’t be more obvious, and it pissed me off that she liked it. She’d just been assaulted by four men, but she was enjoying my fingers in her pussy? What was wrong with this girl? Maybe she secretly liked the way those men fucked her.
“Two fingers, Daddy,” she said. “You’ll have to use two.”
I could just barely feel something deep inside her. “Yeah, okay.”
I slid my finger out and she whined a little. I got a little extra lube, and then straightened up two fingers.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, ” she said quickly. “Put them back in. Hurry.”
“Hurry?”
“So I can get out of here.”
“Okay.”
I pushed them in once again and once again her back arched, taking them. I wiggled my first and second finger to snake into her pussy and she was thrashing against me, grinding back. I could hear her breathing heavy with her mouth closed, biting her lip. I felt something on the tip of my middle finger, but I couldn’t grab it.
“Baby, please be still. I can’t get the key.”
“I’m sorry. It just, it feels, you know…”
“Stay still,” I said sternly.
She obeyed me, staying still. I pushed my fingers in deep again. Her eyes shut and she exhaled through her nose. I tried to pinch the tip of the key between my first and second finger, but everything was slick, and my daughter started to hump my fingers again.
“Baby!” I growled. “Stop moving!”
“Yes, Daddy, ” she said, and her hips stayed still for a moment.
I had the key between my two fingers but it slipped again when my daughter wiggled.
“Karla!”
“I’m sorry!”
“Stop enjoying this!” I said angrily.
“Then stop grinding your thumb against my clit! You’re gonna make me cum!”
I winced. “What?”
She bit her lip with a guilty look. “Just get the key, Daddy.”
I grinded my fingers into her pussy and grasped at the key awkwardly between my two fingers, but I had to admit, with my thumb right up against her clit, maybe it was my fault. That clit was so red and swollen, there was no way my thumb could avoid it. I was grinding hard to get that key. She cried out as I finally started to withdraw the key. I didn’t want to go too quickly in case the metal key scraped inside her pussy, but she wasn’t making it easy. She humped my fingers again and I nearly dropped it. She humped one more time and then screamed. I pulled the key out, and then as if I had covered a garden hose, a jet of girl cum squirted out of her and splashed me right in the face. I jerked back.
“Oh my god!” Karla cried. “Oh fuck, fuck.” She was wiggling her hips with my absent fingers. “Oh fuck, I squirted,” she said.
“Jesus, Karla!”
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I couldn’t take it.”
I growled but said nothing, sitting up and grabbing her wrists. I felt a bit of her cum on my upper lip and could not stop myself licking my lips. It tasted sweet and tangy. Fucking hell. The key worked and the cuff sprung open. I opened the other and her arms fell like lead.
“Thank God, finally,” she said.
“Get dressed, baby. We should go to the hospital, talk to the police.”
“Huh, why?” she asked, her arms tiredly resting on her tummy. Her knees were still loosely open, her swollen pussy out in the air. I could damn near feel the heat of that fire on my face.
“To report these bastards and take tests at the hospital.”
“Oh, no, I don’t want to do any of that.”
“What?”
“I just want to forget about this day, Daddy. If you hadn’t found me, or if I could’ve gotten free on my own, I wouldn’t have said anything.”
“But what they did to you—”
“It was my fault. I led them on.”
“That’s bullshit.”
“Daddy, I liked it, okay?”
“What?”
“I liked it. I never even asked them to stop. It’s not non-consent if you don’t ask them to stop.”
“Baby, how can you say that? Why didn’t you tell them to stop?”
“I should have, I just, I got caught up, and I didn’t want to upset them. I don’t know. I wanted to impress them.”
“Are you serious?”
“Look, I’ve had plenty of hours to think about how stupid that is, but what’s done is done. All I want now is a shower and some sleep. Can we forget about the police and stuff?”
“What about the hospital? What if you’re pregnant, or have an STD?”
“Oh, no, I don’t have an STD.”
“How do you know?” I asked.
“I knew all these guys, and they’re all clean. They’re just boys from school. One of them was a virgin for sure. Well, I mean, he was. So was I actually until this happened.”
“What?” I said. “Fuck, I’m so confused. I thought you didn’t know them at all?”
“I knew them from around school, but we weren’t friends or anything. But they’re all in my same class year.”
“Fine, whatever. It doesn’t matter if you liked it. It was not 100 percent consent. They should have noticed you were reluctant. They should have asked if you were okay to continue. And they sure as fuck should not have left you handcuffed. Aren’t you angry? Don’t you want justice?”
“All I want is a shower. I need to clean all the cum out of my pussy so I don’t get pregnant.”
My daughter’s attitude was very confusing to me. She didn’t seem to care what happened to her.
“This is crazy, baby.”
“Please, Daddy. Can you help me into the shower? My arms and legs are exhausted.”
I sighed in frustration. “Fine.”
I couldn’t believe she was just going to let this go. She wasn’t telling me something. I was sure of it. But I put my concerns aside and helped her up by scooping her up in my arms like a baby. She smiled in surprise.
“Oh, Daddy,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. I knew a lot of the cum on her body was now smeared on my clothes, but I didn’t care. I’d clean them later. Maybe burn them. I carried her into the shower and set her down on her legs. She seemed to stumble and fall on to the toilet.
“Daddy, I can’t stand, my legs are exhausted.”
“What do you want me to do?” I asked.
“Could you get in the shower with me? Help me clean?”
“Are you serious?”
“Please?”
“Baby, you’re still naked.”
“Yeah, so? You’ve seen it all now. Your fingers were in my pussy five minutes ago. You made me cum. What’s your point? I’ve already been humiliated enough for a lifetime. Can you help me wash in the shower, please?”
I rubbed my face tiredly. I could still smell her pussy on my fingers. I realized that smell was probably mixed with cum from four men. “What do you need me to do?”
“Just hold me up in the shower.”
“What do you expect me to wear?” I asked.
“Nothing,” she said.
“Are you kidding?”
“No. Can you please get in the shower with me?”
“I can’t let you see my, my—”
“What, cock?”
“Baby.”
“Daddy, I had cocks in my face all day, in my pussy, in my mouth, in both hands. I’m used to seeing cocks.”
“Jesus.”
“Daddy, please, just help me into the shower and help me clean up. I’m begging you.”
“Naked though? I can wear my boxers.”
“I think I’d prefer if you’re naked. It will make me feel better. You’ve seen me naked, even had your fingers in my pussy. If I see your cock, I’ll feel less awkward.”
“That’s crazy.”
“Please? I’m serious. I feel so humiliated right now ’cause I’m naked in front of you. If you’re naked too, it’ll be like we’re both embarrassed. Can’t you do that for me, after the horrible night I’ve had? Pretty please, Daddy?”
“I guess,” I said reluctantly. “It’s just weird, showering with my daughter.”
“Don’t make it weird. It’s just a shower, and just ’cause I’m in such bad shape. Take your clothes off, please.”
I sighed heavily but I did as she asked. Maybe if I was naked, it would feel more equal. Seeing her like this had me on edge. I was worried about my cock though. I was half hard in my pants. As I slid my shirt off, I had to warn her.
“Honey, you have to understand, I’m just a man.”
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“I mean, you know, my, my—”
“Cock?” she suggested.
“Yes, fine, my cock. It may be, you know…”
“What? Hard? Your cock is hard?”