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It shouldn't be happening.
No words for himself; a fuck up of a father. You're just a small teen, bent over and getting fucked by his best friend in front of him. "Darling, it's okay." Curly hopes his voice is enough to soothe you as it had once you were a young child, but he preferred not to think about that right now.
"A-ah, daddy," you whimper, clutching the surface with your nails. You're desperate for any sense of control, all while Jimmy ragdolls you back and forth, stretching your pussy. All while your father watches. "P-please, it feels weird..." And you can feel his cock throbbing inside you from the nervousness in your voice, crying like a stupid slut. "Jesus, Curly, what have you been doing with her? She doesn't even know how she's supposed to act when she's being raped."
Raped. His 14 year old daughter is being raped in front of him.
Unable to take his eyes off the sight, Curly swallows the bile rising in his throat. Imagines the sweet taste of your kisses. "Sorry," he mumbles, unsure of what to say, and he can hardly stand seeing you like this— "Darling, darling, you're doing so well, just– just take it, okay?" His voice is strained, an insatiable pit of dread in his stomach.
You shift your hips as Jimmy rocks himself behind you, rutting against you like a horny dog. Curly knows he has the morals as one, humping anything he can find. Though he knows he would typically prefer a much younger girl (kindergarten), his friend harbors a special affection for girls with budding breasts and developing cunts, just now getting hair on their privates. So fresh and tasty, much too fertile, though.
(Not like he'd want a kid, anyway; stupid cunt Anya and all. Curly's just glad she won't have to suffer anymore).
Immature enough to want to please a grown man.
A string of moans fall from your lips with each thrust the adult gives you, his hands squeezing your petite chest and trailing down, savoring your softness as much as he could before he devoured you whole. "Daddy, daddy, ah!" You squeal. You've always been so easy, clinging to your daddy all the time. "It– it hurts..."
Curly's cock twitched embarrassingly in his pants, shame etched onto his skin that he could never scrub off. "Be gentle with her." He scolds lightly, and Jimmy rolls his eyes, still pounding your soft teenage cunt. You're wrapped around him so nicely, he can feel drool threatening to leak from his lips. "She's so tight, Jesus."
His cock is big, and you're so little, and you can swear you can feel a bump in your tummy. Not a baby bump, but— something else. Something else that brings you to your knees, makes your eyes wet with tears. Daddy, please don't watch, you want to croak out, or better yet, beg him to make Jimmy stop. "Shhh, keep quiet, fuck," Jimmy pushes himself upward, feeling how your insides tug onto his shaft.
Only forcing him in deeper.
You want this, don't you?
Greedy whore.
Curly gulps, his eyes fixed on your sobbing face. "I know. You can do it, baby. Daddy knows you can. Daddy loves you so much." He tucks a stand of hair behind your ear, disgust churning in his stomach. He's a fuck up. He's a horrible dad— but it's best this way, isn't it?
You've always been willing to please, and Jimmy wants a cute girl to spread her legs for him, fuck mindlessly until he's satisfied. And it still won't be enough. And Curly just wants to be a good friend.
"Why don't you join in, Curly?"
The captain can practically feel his blood stop following, the question hanging in the air like a puncture wound to the heart. "Uhm, what?" Curly asks, begging to be corrected. He couldn't harm his little girl like that, knowing that his desire for you is ultimately futile. You're his 14 year old angel, and as much as he's infatuated with you, unable to believe the fact he's still a father after all these years, and watching his baby blossom into a fine young woman—
You're barely in high school. You shouldn't be stranded in space like this. You're so eager for any attention, getting off when you believe nobody's around. Teasing him with those cute tits and big smiles, whining out for daddy, daddy, daddy.
Daddy can't save you.
Jimmy can't hold back a smirk. A fish caught on his hooking line. "You heard me." He rasped, gripping your hips harder as he repeatedly shoved himself inside you, laughing at how you scratch at the surface underneath you. Curly's breath catches in his throat, unable to ignore the sickening squelch of your pussy filling the room. His little girl's cunny getting used and ravaged by his best friend, now offering him a slice of you.
He felt like he was going to be sick.
"I– I shouldn't," Curly said, his choice of words amusing Jimmy to his core (not a I can't, she's my daughter, but a I shouldn't). Purposely depriving himself of his own pleasure just because he's afraid of... what, exactly?
"Nobody's gonna find out." Jimmy said, giving your ass a smack. "Ain't that right, sweetheart?" He teased with a grin, hypnotized by the way you squeal and whimper and try to cling to the metal table— just a cute little fuckdoll for grown men's attention. "I- I won't tell, I promise!" Not even Anya can know.
The damn bastard is still hesitant, though. "It's still not right." His voice is soft and sweet, almost quivering. It's horrific enough he's hard from watching his daughter get pounded like a slut in front of him, your tits swinging back and forth from the brutal pace he's set. No sense of tenderness, and that's because Jimmy knows it's the best way to control him. "Please— I'm watching already. Just- just, I don't want to..." He trails off.
"Oh, yeah?" Jimmy huffs, grunting from the sensation of your pussy tugging harder on his cock. Like a glove around his dick. He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking it back, and all you can do is hold on for dear life. "Stop it! You're hurting her!" Curly stared at him, reminding him of a kicked puppy. Fucking idiot.
"Start begging, sweetie. Start begging for daddy to wreck your mouth." Jimmy hissed, gyrating his hips once more to fuck himself deeper into your 14 year old cunt, seeing how you squirm and twitch from the pleasure and nausea rushing through your body. You continue to cry, your own dad a blur in your vision. "P-please, I- that's too far!" You plead, voice raw from how much you've been sobbing.
"Jimmy," Curly croaks. "Don't. You're- you're traumatizing her enough. Please."
"Either start fucking her mouth, or else I'll knock her up." Jimmy threatens, and your stomach drops, immediately beginning to thrash before he pushes his weight down fully, rendering you practically useless. "You— you—" Curly stuttered, knowing he would.
He had already done it to Anya.
What's stopping him from doing it to you?
With an exhale, Curly gives in and positions himself in front of you, refusing to make eye contact with you. "Daddy's sorry, sweetie. He's just doing this for your own sake." The captain muttered, unzipping himself. Your eyes were blown wide. "Daddy, no— you don't have to. Oh my God, Jimmy, stop it."
It's too late, though; Curly forcibly yanks his cock out of his pants, ashamed that it was already stained with precum. "Shhh, it'll all be over soon."
"Holy shit, you're fucking hard!" Jimmy cackles like a hyena, the sound sharp and overwhelming to your eyes. You shifted once more, keeping your eyes pinned at a certain spot on the wall. Anything to save you from the sight of your father and his friend sexually abusing you. "So moral to the point where it's giving ya goddamn blue balls."
"Shut up." Curly sneered, rubbing his dick over your little lips. You blink, sniffling again. "Daddy, I– I don't know how to give a blowjob."
"Not yet, anyway." Jimmy muttered, sliding himself deeper into your cunt. "Just put your dick down her throat, already. Sheesh."
"I just feel bad, okay?" The captain took a huge breath. "Please open your mouth for daddy, sweetie. Let's just get this over with. Be a good girl for us. I'll do whatever you want if you just do this."
You mumble out an 'okay', and part your lips, allowing your father to slide his fat cockhead in your mouth. Curly can't tear his eyes off the sight, his heart racing inside his chest as he watches you suck him off. "Good girl, fuck, such a good girl for daddy." Curly pat your head, making you give into the movement.
Jimmy's fingers dig deeper into your sides, holding you as closely as possible to him as he uses you like the little fleshlight you are. Daddy's girls were so, so easy, the prettiest thing he could wrap around his dick. "You like sucking the cock that made you, little girl?" He hummed, playing with your hair.
Guts coiling around together in disgust, reminding you that you have an unimaginable amount of filth staining your body. It's what you deserve, isn't it? It's what you get for being so tempting, as Jimmy would say. Tears roll down your cheeks, and all you can do is nod, wanting to make this easier for yourself. You drag your tongue along his shaft, earning a moan to leave him. "Fuuuck, sweetie, you shouldn't be doing this. Shit..."
"God, you're so fucking hot when you're desperate." His friend shook his head good naturedly, his lips pulled together in a smile. Jimmy ogled his unsteady hips, watching the way he pushed his dick back and forth in your mouth, groaning from how well you were sucking. The inexperience was so fucking hot, and a testament to how fucking retarded Curly is— giving birth to such a pretty throatdoll, and not even using it properly.
Curly's cheeks flushed with warmth, mumbling something in Spanish. All you could do was lay between them, being fucked in opposite ends. Jimmy rolls his hips repeatedly, continuing to abuse your teen pussy while your throat gets raped. "Thanks?"
God. Jimmy's always been like this, always been tugging at Curly's strings, able to manipulate him into doing anything for him. Puppet boy, Golden Retriever.
"You're a bumbling idiot, I can't believe you made such a rapeable little girl." Jimmy breathed hotly, fucking you harder. Curly's own thrusts left you grinding into the pleasure, being overpowered by two adults. The feeling of your saliva coating his dick feels blasphemous, hating himself. "Stop it," Curly said. "You're not funny. It's not funny, okay? My poor little girl is crying because of you."
Jimmy hummed carelessly, looking at him. "She was literally begging you to not fuck her?"
No room to speak, Curly huffs.
What's he going to do, anyway? Jimmy's here, no matter how suffocating his presence can be. Curly adores him like nobody else, even if his 14 year old daughter is the apple of his eye, and the girl he's utterly infatuated with— Jimmy's desperately rutting into, mumbling about how fucking tight and drenched you are. "You feel better than my hand." The adult hissed before his hips came to a halt, spraying your insides with hot spunk, flooding your womb with his seed.
You clench around his cock like your life depends on it, milking him every last drop of his cock. Instinctively. Your brain is screaming at you to stop, but you're unable to, sniffling repeatedly as he cums deep inside you.
"Oh my fucking God, you didn't." Curly's brain stops circuiting.