Bob was despairing of his 20-year-old daughter ever finding a husband. Despite being buxom and gorgeous, she never seemed to put any effort into dating (or finding a job) and she was still living at home with him even as her friends were starting to find life-partners.
He could see a future where she kept living with him for the rest of her life, mooching off his money and tempting him with her distractingly large tits.
So when Bob saw the new law that his state had passed, he had an idea.
He took Katy for a trip to the beach – a tiny isolated cove, where the public almost never came.. When she wandered into the water in one of her temptingly tiny bikinis, he followed her – and as they frolicked in the waves, he deftly undid the ties on her swimwear, yanking it away and leaving her nude.
“Daddy!” Katy exclaimed. “Help me! My bikini came off!”
“Come out of the water, sweetie,” said Bob, “and we’ll sort it out. There’s no one here. No one will see.”
She did as she was told, and Bob again shook his head at the fact that a girl so obviously fuckable had not managed to find herself a partner. She even bothered to shave her pussy, apparently, and yet she’d made no effort to find a man to look after her.
When she reached the blankets Bob had laid out, he had her sit, implying he’d find her a shirt to cover herself. But instead, he brought out a pair of handcuffs, pulled her hands behind her back, and locked her wrists together.
“Daddy!” she squealed. “What are you doing?”
“Hush,” he said, and pushed a ball gag into her open mouth, securing the buckle behind her head.
And finally, he snapped a cuff on her leg, which led to a heavy weight he’d prepared on the beach earlier. She might be able to drag it – but not far.
She looked at him with wide, uncomprehending eyes.
“Have fun, honey,” he said. And with that, he packed up his things, and left her on the beach, nude and shackled.
He didn’t go far. He made his way to a rocky headland overlooking the beach. From here he had a good view of his daughter, but she couldn’t see that he was there.
And then he waited.
Over the previous days, he had frequented some nasty forums on the internet, and posted pictures of his daughter, implying that she would be available for consequence-free rape at this place and this time.
And sure enough, over the coming hours, men began to turn up.
There were six in all, each separated by a little time, and each one saw her on the beach, nude, bound and gagged, and approached her. Some of them took out their cocks and masturbated a little while looking at her. Some talked to her, although she couldn’t reply. Some took photos of her.
But all, eventually, put their cock into her pussy. The first man put her on all fours, her face and tits in the sand, and pounded her from behind. The second lifted her off the ground and then lowered her onto his cock as he stood. The third dragged her to the rocky headland to fuck her against the rocks. The next dragged her back again, pushed her down on the blankets, and fucked her missionary style. The fifth pulled her into the water to wash out her cunt, and then took her doggy-style on the wet sand. And the sixth fucked her ass until he was about to cum, before pulling out and pushing into her twat so that he could ejaculate into her womb.
Bob filmed it all, with a telephoto lens. He tracked each of the men after they left, catching images of the cars they got into and the licence plates of those cars. And by the time the last one was done with Katy, he was so aroused that he couldn’t help himself. He changed his shirt, pulled on a ski mask, and went down to the beach to take a turn fucking his daughter’s cunt himself. After all, she would never know it was him. He was careful to not actually cum inside her, though, instead spending his sperm across her pretty face and tits.
He left after fucking her, and let a little time pass before coming back in his original shirt and without the mask.
She cried and told him how she had been raped seven times.
“Oh, that’s wonderful, sweetie,” he said.
“How is it wonderful?” she wept.
“Well, you see, sweetie, I took away you birth control a month ago and swapped it with pills that promote fertility,” he said. “And according to my calendar, today is the most fertile part of your cycle. So after having seven men make love to you, you’re almost certainly pregnant.”
Her eyes widened in horror. “No!” she protested.
“Yes, honey,” he said. “But that’s good news. Because the state passed new laws recently. You see, now if a man gets a girl pregnant, he *has* to marry her, and provide for her, if he’s single. He’s required by law. And if he’s already married, then the state will find her a single man who’s recently been released from jail for her to marry, to promote the man’s rehabilitation. Don’t you see? You’re going to have a husband!”
“But… but…” Katy spluttered, “my husband will be a rapist! Or a criminal!”
“That’s even better,” said Bob. “You’ll be contributing to society and preventing crime. He’ll be able to slap *your* face and fuck *your* pussy, instead of going out and taking advantage of some poor girl on the streets. It’s for the best, sweetie.”
He looked at her, and his cock twitched.
“But maybe we’d better leave you here overnight,” he said, “and let a few more men take a turn with you, just to be sure.”
And he could have another turn with her himself, he though.
And afterward, he would track down each of the men who had raped her, and assess them to see which ones were richest and best able to provide for Katy. And maybe make some enquiries about which ones might be amenable to sending him some more footage of his daughter being fucked, to supplement today’s film. Or maybe even blindfolding and binding her, so that he could try Katy’s other holes from time to time…
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