Me and Dave were supposed to be watching the game, but he’d been quiet on his phone for a while when he suddenly sent me a text.

“Bro, you gotta see this. Found some local talent. This one’s a real piece of work.”

I chuckled, taking a swig of my beer. Dave was always finding trashy p𝑜rn. I tapped the link. It loaded to the familiar, pink-tinged interface of OnlyFans. The preview picture was blurred, but the username hit me like a physical blow: SubmissiveJaneSlυt19.

My mouth went dry. Jane. My Jane. My nineteen-year-old d𝑎ughter, away at her first year of state college.

“No fucking way, ” I muttered, my thumb hovering over the screen.

“What? She hot, right?” Dave grinned from the other side of the couch. “Click the preview, man. It’s worth the subscription. Trust me.”

A cold, sick feeling pooled in my gut, but beneath it, something else stirred, something dark and eager. With a trembling finger, I clicked. A payment screen popped up. $24.99 a month. Without a second thought, I paid. Anonymously, of course.

The page loaded, and the world tilted.

There she was. My little g1rl. Her face was unmistakable, those wide blue eyes now heavy-lidded with a look I’d never seen. She was wearing the tiny lavender camisole she’d gotten for Christmas, the one I’d thought was so sweet and innocent. It was pulled down, her small, perfect tits exposed, nipples hard and pinched between her own fingers.

The videos scrolled down. Dozens of them. Each title filthier than the last.

“D𝑎ddy Issues Anal Gape.”

“Cum Dumpster for Strangers.”

“Begging for Public Use.”

“Family Whorе – Fantasy RP.”

I clicked one at random. It opened to a video of her in what looked like a public park at night. She was on her knees, her jeans around her ankles, sucking off a faceless man while another spanked her bare ass raw. Her voice, that sweet voice that used to call me “D𝑎ddy” for ice cream, was a choked, desperate gurgle. “Please, ” she whimpered around the cock in her mouth, “please, use me, I’m just a public toilet...”

I couldn’t breathe. My cock was a rigid, aching bar of iron in my jeans. I scrolled to the comments on her posts. Users with crude handles were praising her.

“Fuck yeah, ruin that little bitch.”

“I’d tie her to a bench in the town square and let every man take a turn.”

“She needs to be r𝑎ped proper, turned into a permanent cocksleeve.”

And her replies... God, her replies.

“Yes sir, please. That’s all I want. To be used until I break.”

“I dream about being kidnapped and turned into a free-use whorе forever.”

“See?” Dave’s voice was close, husky. He’d moved next to me, peering at my screen. His own dick was a visible bulge in his sweatpants. “I told you. She’s a fucking natural slυt. Look at her. That’s the kind of whorе that needs a real lesson. The kind that wants it rough.”

He was right. The evidence was right there, in HD. My d𝑎ughter wasn’t my little g1rl. She was this... this creature. This begging, dripping, filthy-mouthed fantasy.

My hand was moving on its own, unzipping my jeans, pulling out my aching cock.

“That’s it, ” Dave grunted, spitting into his palm and wrapping his own thick fist around his shaft. He nodded at the screen where Jane was now being fucked doggystyle, her face pressed into the dirt, crying real tears as she was ruthlessly pounded. “Look at her. That’s your DNA. You made that cocksucking whorе.”

We jerked off in sync, two grown men on a couch, the game forgotten, our eyes glued to the pixelated image of my d𝑎ughter being violated. The sounds of her fake, choked moans and real sobs filled the room, mingling with our ragged breaths and the wet, rhythmic sounds of our fists.

“She’s asking for it, ” I panted, the words vile and true in my mouth. “She’s literally begging for it.”

“Damn right she is, ” Dave groaned, his strokes getting faster, harder. “Look at that ass. Just bouncing for it. She needs her d𝑎ddy to show her what a real r𝑎pe is.”

The heat coiled in my balls, unbearable, fed by a lifetime of suppressed taboo and this new, horrific knowledge. My sweet Jane.

“When you finally do it, ” Dave gasped, his body tensing, “when you finally teach that little bitch her place... you gotta invite me. I want to see it. I want a turn.”

I came with a strangled roar, thick ropes of cum splattering across my shirt and the couch, my vision whiting out as my d𝑎ughter’s digital scream of pleasure-pain echoed in my ears. Dave grunted, spilling onto the floor a second later.

Silence fell, heavy and sticky. The video ended, looping back to a frozen image of Jane’s tear-streaked, fucked-out face.

—

The next day came by. I called in sick to work. My phone felt like a live wire in my hand, a direct line to the secret, corrupted version of my d𝑎ughter. I refreshed her OnlyFans page obsessively.

Then, at 3 PM, a notification blazed across my screen: SubmissiveJaneSlυt19 is LIVE!

My heart hammered against my ribs. I clicked so fast I nearly dropped the phone.

There she was, in what looked like her dorm room. She was propped up against a pile of pillows, wearing nothing but a too-small schoolg1rl skirt and a pair of thigh-high socks. Her hair was messy, her lips already swollen and pouty. A collection of toys lay beside her: a thick, veined dildo, a mean-looking black vibrator, and a set of gleaming butt plugs in ascending sizes.

“H-hi everyone, ” she stammered, biting her lip in that way she used to do when she was nervous about a test. Now it just looked like an invitation. “Thanks for coming to my... my live show. I’m feeling really needy today.”

She began touching herself over her panties, her fingers tracing slow circles as she talked to the camera, to the hundreds of faceless men watching. “I was thinking all day about what you all said yesterday... about being used in public.” A shiver ran through her. “It makes me so wet to think about strangers just... taking me. Not asking.”

The chat on the side of the screen was a blur of depravity.

USER_RAWR69: SHOVE THAT DILDO IN YOUR ASS WHILE YOU SUCK THE VIBRATOR BITCH

SirCumsAlot: I’d pay to piss in that slυt’s mouth.

D𝑎ddyDom404: Tell us your darkest fantasy, little g1rl. The one that really makes you squirt.

She read that last one aloud, her eyes glazing over. “My darkest fantasy...” She pushed her panties aside, revealing her glistening pink cunt, and slowly pushed two fingers inside herself with a wet gasp. “It’s... it’s about my d𝑎d.”

The air left my lungs. I was rock hard instantly, my hand diving into my sweatpants.

“Yeah, ” she moaned, working her fingers in and out. “My d𝑎ddy. He’s so... big. And strong. And he looks at me sometimes and I just know he wants to ruin me.” Her words were tumbling out now, a filthy confession fueled by digital anonymity and the throbbing attention of perverts. “I dream about him catching me like this. Watching me be a whorе. And instead of getting mad... he just... uses me. Treats me like the slυt I am. Holds me down and r-r𝑎pes me. Makes me call him D𝑎ddy while he fucking wrecks my pυssy.”

A wave of donations flashed on the screen—$10, $20, $50. I stared at the screen. My little g1rl. My whorе.

My thumb moved on its own. I navigated to the tip menu, selected the largest amount—$100—and typed a message that pulsed with a sinister, anonymous authority.

AnonymousDonor97: Your fantasy is hot, slυt. But why just dream? Your d𝑎d lives close, doesn’t he? Next time you’re home, why don’t you make it real? Slip something in his drink. When he’s out, take what you want. Use his cock like the toy you want. He’ll never have to know it was you who started it.

She read it aloud, her eyes widening, her fingers stuttering inside her. A deep, crimson blush spread from her cheeks down to her chest. The chat exploded.

USER_RAWR69: HOLY FUCK YES DRUG THE OLD MAN AND RIDE HIM!

SirCumsAlot: Get bred by your own f𝑎ther you disgusting pig!

D𝑎ddyDom404: This is the content we pay for. Do it.

Jane’s breath hitched. She pulled her fingers out, shiny with her own juices, and reached for the thick dildo. She didn’t speak for a moment, just pressed the cold silicone against her clit, her eyes locked on the camera, on my words.

“You... you really think I should?” she whispered, her voice thick with desire and something like fear.

AnonymousDonor97: You said you were a whorе. Prove it.*

That did it. A switch flipped behind her eyes.

“Yes, ” she moaned, pushing the dildo into her cunt in one brutal, deep stroke. She cried out, back arching. “Yes! I’ll do it! Next weekend... I’m going home... I’ll... I’ll mix something into his whiskey after dinner... wait until he’s sleepy...” She was fucking herself savagely with the toy now, the sound obscenely wet. “And then I’ll climb on him... I’ll take his big d𝑎ddy cock while he can’t stop me... I’ll milk him dry and make him cum inside his g1rl...”

Her free hand scrambled for the vibrator, turning it on high and pressing it against her clit. Her body bowed off the bed, a guttural scream tearing from her throat as she squirted, a transparent jet of fluid soaking the sheets beneath her, her hips bucking wildly against the toys.

“I’m a whorе!” she sobbed through her climax, tears streaming down her face. “I’m my d𝑎ddy’s little r𝑎pe whorе! I’ll do it! I promise!”

The chat was a frenzy of praise and more disgusting suggestions. I just sat there, stroking myself to a furious, silent completion, my cum spraying the phone screen, blurring her convulsing image.

The live feed ended abruptly a few minutes later as she lay there, twitching and exhausted, a used-up mess.

—

The house was quiet, a stage set for her sick little play. I’d spent the week vibrating with a cold, anticipatory fury. My sweet Jane came home Friday afternoon, all fake smiles and nervous energy. She hugged me a little too tight, her eyes darting away from mine.

Over a tense dinner, she was overly attentive. “More meatloaf, D𝑎d?” she’d ask, her voice saccharine. “Let me get you another drink.” She was a terrible actress. I watched her every move, the slight tremble in her hand as she poured the whiskey. She lingered by the counter a second too long, her back to me. The faint click of a small bottle opening. The hurried stir.

She brought the glass over, her smile brittle. “Here you go, D𝑎ddy. You look tired.”

I took it. “Thanks, sweetheart.” I made a show of taking a long sip, letting the liquid pool in my mouth. The bitter, chemical undertone was unmistakable. I stood, feigning a sudden dizziness. “Whoa. Strong stuff tonight.” I staggered towards the living room couch. “Gonna... just rest my eyes for a minute.”

I slumped onto the cushions, letting my head loll to the side, breathing deep and even. Through slitted eyes, I watched.

She moved quickly, quietly. From her backpack, she produced two small, high-resolution cameras. She set one on the bookshelf, angled down at the couch. The other she placed on the coffee table. A red light blinked on each. She tapped her phone, and I knew she was live. Her audience was waiting.

Her breathing was shallow, excited. She approached the couch, looking down at my prone form. In the dim light, her face was a mask of lust and fear. She bit her lip, just like in her videos.

“H-he’s out, ” she whispered to the cameras, her voice trembling with adrenaline. “I did it. He’s all mine.”

She began to undress. Her sweater, her jeans, her bra, her panties—all discarded in a heap on the floor. She stood naked before the lenses, her young body pale and perfect in the gloom. Then she turned her attention to me.

Her hands went to my belt buckle, fumbling with the leather. She unzipped my pants and tugged them down my hips along with my boxers. My cock, already semi-hard from the anticipation, sprang free.

A gasp escaped her, a real one. “Oh, God...” she murmured, her hand wrapping around my shaft. She gave me a few tentative pumps. “He’s so big...”

She climbed onto the couch, straddling my hips. She positioned the head of my cock at her entrance, slick with her own arousal. She took a deep, shuddering breath, a performer ready for her biggest scene.

“This is for you, everyone, ” she whispered to the cameras. “Watch me become D𝑎ddy’s whorе.”

She sank down onto me.

The heat and tightness were unreal. A groan almost escaped my lips, but I choked it back. She began to move, riding me with slow, tentative bounces, her head thrown back, her small tits bouncing.

“Mmm... it’s so deep...” she moaned, playing to her audience. “I’m fucking my own d𝑎ddy... he’s so helpless... I’m such a bad g1rl...”

She picked up the pace, her hips grinding down on me, lost in the sensation and the fantasy. Her eyes were closed. She was in her element.

That’s when I moved.

My hands, which had been limp at my sides, shot up. One clamped over her mouth, stifling a shriek. The other tangled viciously in her hair, yanking her head back so her eyes flew open, wide with pure, unadulterated terror.

“Hello, Jane, ” I growled, my voice low and steady, not a trace of drowsiness in it.

Her scream was muffled against my palm. She tried to buck off me, but I held her down easily, my cock still buried to the hilt inside her. I was so much stronger.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” I snarled, my face inches from hers. I could smell her fear, her perfume, her slυtty arousal. “Thought you were in control? Thought you were going to r𝑎pe your poor, drugged old d𝑎d?”

Tears welled in her eyes, spilling over. She shook her head frantically, a pathetic, pleading motion.

I looked directly at the camera on the coffee table, at the blinking red light. “Are you getting this, you perverts?” I shouted. “Are you enjoying the show?”

The chat on her phone, which she’d propped up nearby, exploded into a blur of motion. I could make out fragments as I held her squirming body down.

USER_RAWR69: HOLY FUCKING SHIT YES!!!

D𝑎ddyDom404: TEACH HER A LESSON! BREAK THE ЅLUT!

SirCumsAlot: MAKE HER BLEED! MAKE HER CRY!

“They want a show, Jane, ” I hissed into her ear, my grip on her hair tightening. “You promised them a r𝑎pe. Let’s give them a real one.”

I pulled my hips back and then slammed up into her, a brutal, piston-like thrust that forced a choked gag from her throat. I pulled my hand from her mouth, wanting to hear her.

“No! D𝑎ddy, please, no!” she wailed, the words she’d typed so eagerly now a desperate, real prayer.

“Shut your whorе mouth, ” I spat. I flipped her over onto her stomach on the couch, her ass in the air. I didn’t pull out; I just repositioned her, my hands digging into the soft flesh of her hips. “You wanted this. You begged the whole world for this. Now you get it.”

I started to fuck her in earnest, hard, deep, punishing strokes. Each impact of my pelvis against her ass was a sharp crack in the quiet room. She sobbed into the couch cushions, her fingers clawing at the fabric.

“Look at the camera!” I roared, yanking her head up by the hair. “Let them see the face of the little slυt who wanted to be r𝑎ped by her f𝑎ther!”

Her tear-streaked, ruined face was forced to look into the lens. The chat scrolled, a waterfall of encouragement and filth.

USER_RAWR69: SPIT ON HER!

D𝑎ddyDom404: CALL HER YOUR CUM DUMPSTER!

SirCumsAlot: ANAL! GIVE HER ANAL NOW!

I leaned down, my breath hot on her ear. “You hear that? They want more. They own you. I own you.”

I spat on her back, the glob landing between her shoulder blades and sliding down. She flinched as if burned.

“You’re not my d𝑎ughter, ” I grunted, driving into her with relentless force. “You’re just a set of holes I made. A public toilet. Say it.”

She shook her head, crying uncontrollably.

I slapped her ass, hard, leaving a bright red handprint. “SAY IT!”

“I’m... I’m a toilet!” she screamed, the humiliation breaking her. “I’m just a hole! Please, D𝑎ddy!”

“That’s right, ” I panted, my own climax coiling, fed by her degradation and the voyeuristic cheers of a thousand unseen men. I reached around her hip, my fingers finding her clit, rough and cruel. “Come for them. Come for your audience, you fucking whorе. Show them how much you love being D𝑎ddy’s little r𝑎pe toy.”

Her body betrayed her. A ragged, broken wail tore from her throat as a violent, unwilling orgasm ripped through her, her cunt clamping around my invading cock in rhythmic spasms. The convulsion of her pleasure pushed me over the edge.

With a final, brutal thrust, I buried myself to the hilt and erupted inside her, a hot, claiming flood. “Take it!” I roared. “Take your f𝑎ther’s seed, you bitch! That’s what you wanted!”

I collapsed on top of her, spent, our sweat-slicked bodies stuck together. The only sounds were our ragged breathing and the soft, incessant ping of donations and comments still flooding her live stream.

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