Loan sharks return and force dave to sodomise his daughter
One week later, the rain had stopped, but the air in the Wythenshawe flat still stank of mildew, old cum, and despair. Dave Hargreaves hadn’t slept properly since that night. His wrists were scabbed over from the cable ties, his eyes sunken and red-rimmed. He’d sold what little he could, the TV, PlayStation, Sophie’s old jewellery, but it barely scraped together two grand. The rest he’d drunk away in cheap vodka, trying to drown the memory of his daughter’s screams. Sophie barely spoke anymore. She stayed in her room with the curtains drawn, showered three times a day but still felt dirty, like the filth had seeped into her bones. She flinched at every noise, every creak of the floorboards. The bruises had faded to yellow, but the real damage was deeper.
At 2:47 a.m. the door flew open again. Same four cunts: Big Mick, Razor, Fat Tony, Knuckles. This time they brought extras, two more lads from their crew, tattooed and grinning, carrying a duffel bag that clinked with bottles and tools. They’d come prepared.
Dave was on the sofa, half-drunk, when they burst in. He didn’t even stand up, just stared, defeated. “I’ve got two grand,” he croaked. “Take it. Please.”
Big Mick laughed, kicking the coffee table over. “Two grand? After what we did to yer little princess last time? Nah, Davey. Interest’s compounded. We’re here to collect the rest… and then some.”
They dragged Sophie out of her bedroom by her hair. She was in an old T-shirt and knickers, no bra, tits swaying as she stumbled. She didn’t scream this time, just whimpered, eyes already glassy. “No… not again…”
“Oh yes again, ya filthy slag,” Razor snarled, slapping her arse hard enough to make her yelp. They threw her face-down on the carpet, right in front of Dave. Knuckles zip-tied her wrists behind her back, ankles together. She didn’t fight. Just lay there trembling.
Big Mick crouched beside Dave, grabbing his chin. “Here’s the deal, ya useless cunt. We’re gonna wreck this bitch so bad she’ll never walk straight again. But we’ll give ya one chance to make it stop. Beg us to let ya join in. Fuck yer own daughter’s arse while we watch. Do that, and we leave her alone for a month. Refuse… and we keep going till she’s bleeding out or knocked up with one of our bastards.”
Dave’s stomach lurched. “No… I can’t… she’s me girl…”
“Wrong answer.” Big Mick nodded to the new lads. They hauled Sophie up onto all fours, arse presented like meat on a slab. One of them, called Spike, pulled out a thick black dildo studded with metal bumps. “Warm her up first.”
They didn’t bother with lube. Spike rammed the toy straight into her cunt, dry, brutal. Sophie’s body jerked, a choked sob escaping. “Hurts… stop…” The bumps tore at her already-scarred walls; fresh blood trickled down her thighs almost immediately.
Dave watched in frozen horror as they worked the dildo in and out, twisting it, making her bleed more. “Please… don’t…”
Razor knelt behind her next, unzipping. His curved cock slapped against her arse cheek. “Double up time.” He shoved into her arse—no prep, no spit while Spike kept pumping the dildo in her cunt. Double penetration, rough and relentless. Sophie’s screams were hoarse now, voice cracked from the last time. Her body rocked between them, tits swinging, tears dripping onto the carpet.
“Feel that, ya raped little whore?” Razor grunted, slapping her arse red. “Two holes filled like the cum-dump ya are. Daddy’s watchin’ wave to him.”
Dave sobbed, head in his hands. “I’m sorry… Sophie, I’m so sorry…”
They swapped positions, Fat Tony taking her mouth while Knuckles replaced Razor in her arse. Knuckles’ massive cock stretched her beyond reason; her ring tore wider, prolapsing slightly with each brutal thrust. Blood and shit smeared his shaft. Sophie gagged on Fat Tony’s girth, vomit bubbling around her lips, but he just fucked her throat deeper.
“Choke on it, slag,” Fat Tony wheezed. “Swallow daddy’s debt.”
Dave couldn’t look away. His daughter reduced to a set of leaking holes, body jerking like a broken puppet. Her eyes met his once, empty, dead. No fight left. Just acceptance of the horror.
Big Mick leaned close to Dave’s ear. “She’s gone catatonic, mate. Look at her. We could kill her and she’d just lie there. One word from ya and it stops. Beg to fuck her arse. Do it.”
Dave shook his head, tears streaming. “I won’t… I can’t…”
Knuckles pulled out of her arse with a wet slurp, her hole gaping, red-raw, prolapsed flesh hanging. Spike yanked the dildo free, replaced it with his fist, knuckles-deep into her cunt, twisting. Sophie’s body convulsed, a thin wail escaping around Fat Tony’s cock.
“That’s it,” Big Mick said. “Fist the bitch till she bleeds out.”
Dave broke.
“Wait!” His voice cracked. “Stop… please. I’ll do it. Let me… let me fuck her. Just stop hurting her.”
The room went quiet except for Sophie’s ragged breathing.
Big Mick grinned. “Good lad.” He cut one of Dave’s hands free, left one. “Get over here. Guide yerself in. We’ll film it for the lads back home.”
Dave staggered forward, legs shaking. Sophie was still on all fours, arse up, holes wrecked and leaking. He knelt behind her, trembling fingers undoing his flies. His cock was soft, terror and shame killing any response, but Big Mick slapped it hard. “Get it up, ya sick cunt. Or we start again.”
Dave stroked himself frantically, tears falling onto Sophie’s back. Biology betrayed him; blood rushed, cock hardening despite everything. He positioned the head at her ruined arsehole, still gaping, slick with blood and cum.
“Sophie… love… I’m sorry…” he whispered.
She didn’t respond. Just stared ahead, vacant.
He pushed forward. The head slipped in easily, too easily, her arse already stretched and torn. Warm, wet, ruined flesh enveloped him. He sobbed as he sank deeper, feeling the damage he was adding to. Her walls clenched weakly around him, not from pleasure, but from pain.
“That’s it,” Razor laughed, phone recording. “Daddy’s finally paying his way. Fuck her harder, ya pathetic wanker.”
Dave thrust, slow at first, then harder as they jeered. Each pump made Sophie’s body jolt, fresh blood welling around his shaft. He hated himself, hated the sick heat building in his balls, the way his cock throbbed inside his own daughter’s destroyed hole.
“Cum in her, cunt,” Big Mick ordered. “Fill yer little girl up. Make her carry your shame.”
Dave’s thrusts turned erratic, shame and horror twisting into something vile. He came with a broken cry, hot spurts flooding her bowels, mixing with the mess already inside. He collapsed over her back, sobbing, cock still twitching inside her.
The gang laughed, zipping up. Big Mick kicked Dave off her. “One month. We’ll be back. And next time… bring friends.”
They left Sophie curled on the carpet, leaking from every hole, eyes open but unseeing. Dave crawled to her, cut her ties with shaking hands, pulled her into his arms.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”
She didn’t answer. Just stared at the wall.
The flat was silent except for their breathing and the drip of blood and cum onto the carpet.
Dave rocked her gently, broken beyond repair.
He’d paid the debt.
But the cost was everything.
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