*Please note this is an introduction to chapter 2, and deals with the psychological state of both Emily and her father rather than being full of action, with much of the dirty stuff being limited to their thoughts of what already happened*
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Innocence Enslaved part 5: Learning to cope
*****
The two boys couldn't believe their luck. If Jakes brother hadn't given them
bottle of whiskey they would have stayed home playing PlayStation and skipped the party completely. They figured it would be boring simply because of the loser who was hosting it, and if they had known of even one other party nearby they wouldn't be at this one at all.
Now they were in the master bedroom, standing awkwardly on either side of the king sized bed as the cutest girl in school lifted her top up over her head and threw it to the side. Even in a bra, her firm young C-cup tits were one of the best things the boys had ever seen. She had always been shy, turning down any boy who made advances and spending all her time at gymnastics or studying.
They had no idea why she had suggested they go to the bedroom, but they weren't about to question it.
*****
Emily looked at the two boys and smiled what she hoped was a seductive smile. In truth she had no idea what she was doing; two weeks ago she had never even kissed a boy. Then she'd been abducted, tied down with her face obscured, gang raped by her own unknowing father and so many others, and had barely left the house since.
Now she sat on the bed, running her hands up her pale, firm young body and through her thick red hair, part of her hoping these boys would make a move while another part screamed silently for her to stop. She reached out to the nearest boy, grabbing his belt buckle and pulling him forward onto the bed.
The boys finally got the idea and started to unbuckle their pants, and the young girl felt a pang of fear. What would they do to her? Part of her didn't want to find out. She had spent days in bed crying, thankful that her blissfully ignorant father had been so busy at work. She'd had nightmares and wet dreams, she'd woken up sweaty with terror and moist with lust. She knew she couldn't blame her father. He would never hurt her, and it wouldn't have happened had he known. But as the days had passed she had become increasingly aroused. She'd told herself it was an aftereffect of the drugs she had been given, but it had only gotten stronger. She had found herself looking online for the most depraved incest and rape porn she could find, and battled in her own mind. Was she broken? Was she sick? She was still herself. Her conscious mind didn't want to relive that horrible night, and she knew these desires were wrong. But her subconscious betrayed her at every opportunity, and she had finally decided she would get it out of her system at a party. She would do it consensually, with some cute boys her own age, like she had heard the slutty girls talking about at school.
"Fuck Emily, you're so hot" said Jake, the tall one, as she self consciously squeezed her tits together, forcing them to strain at the cups of her bra. He reached out to squeeze her, and she leaned back as Chris began to fumble with her jeans.
The two boys were nice, popular and good looking, but there was something wrong about this, and the voice of reason inside her head was getting louder, while the usually lustful voice in the background had receded entirely. This went completely against her nature; no matter what she had experienced, she was a shy, quiet introvert at heart. This simply wasn't her. Tears began to well in her eyes, and she fought to keep them back.
Chris managed to get a hand down her pants, his fingers scrabbling pointlessly against her thighs in the tight jeans, and she willed herself to keep going. She lifted her hips to let him get a better angle as Jake kissed her softly on the lips. She reached a hand down, slipping it into his boxers to wrap her delicate fingers around his cock.
Her first thought was disgust as she gripped his fleshy stump. She hadn't been ready to touch one two weeks ago, and forcing herself to do so now filled her with fear and revulsion. To top it all off, she felt a pang of something else in the back of her mind. She was struck with disappointment that his cock felt so different to that of her father, and the thought made her feel sick.
She pulled her hand back.
"I'm sorry" she sobbed, turning her head to the side "I can't do this"
The boys stopped, sitting up and exchanging puzzled looks as she began to cry. In this instant she imagined them shouting, tearing her clothes away and ignoring her pleas as they had their way with her. The lustful part of her mind came back in force, screaming 'YES!' as the rest of her recoiled in horror, and she visibly cowered.
"Whats wrong?" Jake asked, his brow creased in concern.
"It's okay" Chris added as Jake backed away and stood next to the bed.
"Are you feeling alright? Too much to drink?"
Emily forced a weak smile for the boys as they continued to offer useless remarks "Yeah... I'm really sorry, I'm not ready for this. I - I think I should go home."
The boys watched awkwardly as she put her clothes back on, Jake trying hard to look at her face as Chris stared drunkenly at her perfect tits, drinking in the sight of her creamy soft skin and still hoping to see more.
"Maybe another time?" Jake stammered "I mean, just if you want to fool around time?"
Emily sniffed back tears, looking away in shame as she slipped back into her top. Both voices in her head were silent, and she was alone with her thoughts. She felt empty inside.
"I have to go"
*****
Alone in his bedroom, the man leaned forward, his face inches from the computer screen. Sweat poured down his forehead in rivulets as his hand pumped furiously up and down his large cock. His eyes were glued to the screen, the image of a pale young girl writhing as he pounded into her. Her head and hands were hidden, locked on the other side of the wooden stocks, but her tiny, petite young body was all he had needed. He may never know who she was, but he would never forget how she felt.
He watched, remembering her scent, remembering the silky smooth sensation of her skin under his, remembering the flatness of her tight little stomach, the feel of her narrow waist and her hips in his hands. His hand became a blur as he stroked himself, watching and remembering how her ample young tits had felt in his hands, and the tight, delicious wetness of her tiny, pink virgin slit gripping his fat cock so tightly as he had taken her virginity.
He heard a sound from outside the door, and sat up instantly.
"Shit!"
He stood, hurriedly pulling his pants back up as he heard the all too familiar sound of a key turning in the front door. It was ten O’clock, and Emily was already home. He needed to stop wanking so much and spend some time with his daughter.
Nick smiled to himself as he walked out of his room. He had done a fine job of raising his daughter alone. She had always been so good, dedicating herself to school work while her friends were out partying. He never had to worry about her lying to him, getting pregnant, doing drugs, or any of the other problems his friends faced with their daughters.
He was surprised when he saw her, standing in the kitchen with her back to him. She wore a tight fitting singlet top and jeans that hugged her round ass - nothing exotic, but a far cry from her usual shapeless, loose fitting clothes. Despite her beauty and her gymnastics toned body, she had always been shy. It was rare for her to wear anything tight. She was so shy she never even wore a two-piece in their own pool, in the privacy of their own backyard. Maybe his little girl was finally getting some confidence?
"You're back early"
She jumped, turning around suddenly, and Nick instantly noticed the moisture around her eyes.
"Oh Em" he said, instinctively stepping close as his parental instincts kicked in "What happened?"
"Nothing" lied, turning her gaze from him and sniffling "I just had too much to drink and got in an argument with some friends."
A flicker of fear passed through her mind as he stepped forward, arms out, then it was gone. Everything was as it should be. They stepped into one another's embrace, a father comforting his beloved daughter and a daughter seeking the loving embrace of her father.
But then it began.
The full force of her conflicting emotions hit her all at once; part of her still felt his comfort, wanted him to simply hold her and tell her everything was alright. But another part was horrified, terrified and above all, ashamed. Worst of all was that other part, the part that breathed in his scent and moistened her little pussy, making her think of his huge cock filling her so completely.
His arms still wrapped around her, but now the comfort was gone. She was taken back to that fateful night, when his arms had been around her then. She couldn't breathe, and her knees went weak with terror. She burned with shame, remembering his body pressed tight against her as she had struggled hopelessly against him. It didn't matter that her face had been hidden, that he had been lied to. All she could think of was the horror and pain as he took her virginity, of being forced to watch the screens as he stole her innocence, of his bare skin on hers, of being unable to move, unable to even scream...
"GET OFF ME!"
The shriek shattered the silence as she shoved him away and they stared at each other, shocked. He looked at her, dumbfounded and hurt.
"What -"
"I'm so sorry Daddy" she sobbed "I - I couldn't breathe. I'm just drunk. I'm sorry"
With that, she turned and fled to her room, leaving her father alone in the kitchen. What had bought that on? He shook his head. She was still young, and he suspected this was the first time she'd had alcohol outside of family gatherings. Forcing the issue wouldn't help. Maybe it was boy troubles? Surely that would be due to start one day, perhaps that could have caused this little outburst? Either way, she always talked to him about her problems. He'd just have to wait until she was ready. He needed to stop spending his time jacking off like a hormonal teen and start paying attention to his daughter again. After tonight...
He returned to his room, putting the headphones in his ears as he pressed play, his cock in his hand once more as he relived that fateful night. For the first time, as he watched the writhing body of the girl, he had a passing thought. Looking at her skin and her figure, he was struck by the resemblance to his daughter.
'That's sick', he told himself. Besides, most fit young girls around her age had soft skin and nice tight little bodies, didn't they?
He quickly put the thought aside. The girl could have been anyone.
*****
Emily lay sobbing quietly in her room. What was wrong with her? It wasn't his fault. He had been a victim too, she told herself. Now the look of hurt and confusion on his face when she had shoved him away was burnt into her memory - right alongside the image of his face, leering at the camera as his tongue slipped into her, sliding into her virgin slit. Right next to the image of her tight cunt lips stretched painfully around his cock, gripping him tightly as he pulled himself from her, his cum gushing from her.
She considered finding a psychiatrist, but no. She couldn't go to a shrink. She couldn't go to anyone. Before he had let her go, after the host had made her call him "Daddy" as he fucked her, after she had been cleaned up and forced to read the script he'd prepared, he had given her a warning. He had warned her that he was part of a very large and powerful network. He had told her that all the footage collected that night would make the entire event look like her idea. He had told her that if she spoke a single word of it to anyone, the video would be released. And once it had gone viral and everyone she would ever meet had seen it, her father would be killed, and it would look like a suicide. Then, after all that, when it died down, his friends would come for her. She would be captured again, along with everyone she loved, and this time none of them would ever be released.
No, she couldn't take the risk. She would find a way to handle this by herself.
Reaching out, she grabbed her laptop and turned it on. She scrolled through her history, deleting everything; all the porn, all the advice forums, all the support groups. For a long time she sat in silence, wracking her brain for ways to defeat the problem head on. After almost an hour, she decided to take it one step at a time. She would study the problem, and make peace with her demons. She opened a new tab, and started searching.
*****
The next night, Nick sat at his computer once more, his penis in his hand. Emily had stayed sulking in her room all day, and he had found an easy distraction from the worry in watching the video yet again.
He watched intently as the small body of the young girl writhed beneath the heavy, thrusting form of the huge dog. He had never given that kind of thing much thought before, thinking it sick, but that night had changed his mind. The way the animal jackhammered into the sweet teen, utterly dominating her, was... intoxicating.
A popup appeared in the bottom of the screen; an email notification. He wouldn't have bothered with it normally, but it was from the host of the party two weeks ago. The only other email he'd received was just a few days after the event, and had contained the video he had been masturbating to ever since. He clicked the tab, curiosity getting the best of him. Perhaps it would even be an invitation to another event? But no, it was blank, with an attachment that appeared to be another copy of the video he was already watching. A quick check revealed it was a larger file, so he hit download, hoping for a better quality version. He had to work tomorrow, but decided he would brush his teeth and skim through the new video before sleep.
When he got back, the file was almost ready to play, so he waited patiently until it had finished downloading and hit start. At first it was much the same as the other version of the video, though it occasionally used another camera angle. As he watched the footage of himself approaching the young girl, remembering the touch of her soft, smooth skin, he grabbed himself yet again and began stroking. He watched as he plunged into the girls virgin pussy, watching her thrash as he remembered the tight grip of her velvety smooth virgin cunt.
Then the camera angle changed again, and his eyes shot open in horror as his daughters face appeared on the screen. Her eyes were glazed and distant, her jaws clenched, her head jerking in time to the thrusts of the penis pounding into her, but there was no mistaking who it was.
She opened her mouth and let out a long moan, and the words came through loud and clear;
"Ooooh daddy yes, fuck me"
Nick sat in shocked silence as the footage played, his hand still frozen on his cock. He had no way of knowing she'd been drugged, that she had been forced to read a script, or that the footage had been cleverly edited to make her look willing. There was no way he could know that as he had been fucking her she had been gagged, crying and terrified, desperately wishing him to stop.
All he knew was that the perfect little body he had fucked two weeks ago, those perfect nipples he had sucked, that incredible tight little pink pussy he had licked, belonged to his little girl. He could still feel her silky soft skin as his hands had explored her body. He could feel the soft, moist folds of her incredibly tight little slit as he has taken her virginity, her unbelievably tight love canal gripping his thick cock. Hell, he could still feel the delicious sensations of his daughters first orgasm, her cunt twitching around his cock as he filled her with cum while his brother - her uncle - had been fucking her ass.
A million thoughts assaulted his mind as he sat in horror, watching the filthy things he had done to his daughter, just as he'd watched and masturbated and wished for more for the past two weeks. Only this time the scenes of her body being used were interrupted by flashes of her face, screaming and moaning with pleasure.
Now he watched her turn her head to the side, moaning "Yes daddy fill me up" as he clutched her hips and thrust into her, shooting a torrent of cum deep inside his daughters sweet pussy.
Now he watched as she clenched her eyes, whimpering as her own uncle fucked her shapely round ass.
Now he watched her expressions, heard her moans while a steady procession of men took turns with his sweet little daughters holes.
He watched her face as she orgasmed, just as the camera cut from her tight, pale gymnasts body shuddering while her father and uncle came inside her.
'How could this happen? How could I not know it was her?'
Still he stayed, watching in newfound horror as his own daughter, his innocent, pure little girl, was bought to orgasm by a dogs big red cock.
'How did I not recognize her... I'm her father, I should have known!'
*****
It was hours before he moved from the seat.
The footage didn't show her begging and crying, it didn't show her fighting, trying to scream through the gag. It didn't show her being manipulated, blackmailed or drugged. It didn't even show the script had been forced to read. All her father saw was her willing face, moaning his name and smiling.
Even had he known of the countless hours of editing that had gone into making it look genuine, he couldn't see the drugs in her system during the hour long after party segment, where she smiled and begged for more as every hole was filled with cock. He had no clue that she had been bribed, blackmailed and threatened, told she would be set free if she pretended to enjoy it as the drugs clouded her mind. He couldn't see the manipulation and blackmail required to get her to grin up at the group of men masturbating onto her as she sat on the floor, opening her mouth to catch the thick sperm that spattered all over her pretty freckled face and pert, perfect young tits.
And when it all ended, his daughter sitting naked in front of the camera, he couldn't see the amount of takes it had taken to get her to look happy as she described the fantasies of rape, bestiality and incest as the script required.
At long last he turned off the footage, and his last thought was a shocked 'she wanted it'.
*****
Emily had been having a good day. She was back in class, and after dealing with her father it was relatively easy to hide her terror when her a certain teacher had walked past. She felt cold as his eyes skimmed over her, completely oblivious to the fact that he had raped her just two weeks ago, but then he was gone and it passed. At least she wasn't in any of his classes.
She had become very good at pretending it had never happened. She hadn't had to hide, crying in the disabled restrooms today as she had before, and had happily engaged in jokes with her friends. She still felt a nagging unease, and she resolved to fix things with her father, but today was a good day.
*****
After napping a few times today, Nick still wasn't sure what to do. He knew he had a huge problem on his hands. How many men have unknowingly gangbanged their own daughters? He had felt sick to the stomach, like a giant knot had been tied in his gut, and had barely remembered to call work and say he was sick. He had spent the day wandering aimlessly around the house, going back to double check the footage before wandering more.
His wanderings took him into Emily's room, and something caught his eye; her laptop, which sat on her desk. Maybe if he searched, he could find proof, proof that it wasn't her. It couldn't be her. It had to be a trick.
He sat down and turned it on. Of course he knew her password, she was his daughter. And yet he hadn't known her incest rape fantasy. He hadn't known her body...
Shaking his head, he forced himself to focus.
He brought up her documents folder. Nothing interesting. Photos? No. Maybe she was still the innocent girl he remembered?
Google came next. As soon as he clicked the search bar, a list of recent searches dropped down, and his breath caught in his throat. His eyes were drawn to the first one;
'Are rape fantasies normal?'
His heartbeat began to quicken as he remembered being between her legs, feeling them thrash as his hands had explored her body. He continued to scan the list, and his eyes fell upon another.
'Girl fucked by father story'
The full weight of the earlier shock hit him again. There could be no doubt.
'Rough sex stories'
He felt a surge of lust, and his cock was hard yet again as he though of that night, of the lovely, tight body that had given him so much pleasure.
'Incest orgasm porn'
Now it was different. This time he knew who that sweet pussy belonged to.
'Incest domination'
His mind reeled at the implications.
'Raped by father fantasy'
He had fucked his daughter, without knowing who she was.
'Daughter tricks daddy porn'
They had been growing apart. Two nights ago, had she been angry at him or at herself? When she pushed him away how had she wanted him to respond?
'I want daddy to rape me'
He stopped scrolling. He was furious. It appeared his own beloved daughter, sweet little Emily who showed no interest in boys, had tricked him into fucking her. Betraying his trust was one thing but this? This was just sick. He was furious, more furious than he had ever been. He screamed in rage, standing up and throwing her laptop across the room. Even now, he could feel his cock straining at his pants as he remembered her soft, smooth skin, the feel of her slender waist and generous tits. He stormed back into his room, opened the video, and pressed play.
*****
