Warning: This work of erotic fiction contains filthy language and forced sex. This chapter also contains incest content. I write stories like this for self-gratification. If the idea of a young woman being used for others' sexual pleasure bothers you, then you shouldn't be reading the "non-consensual/forced sex" category. Or, as some of the other authors have said, "What are you doing here?" All characters are age 18 or older.
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Dr. Woods heard Patty come into the apartment. He'd been waiting up for her in his study. "It's 3 o'clock in the morning, Patty!" he was saying before he'd even seen her. "Where have you been! I've been worried..." His voice trailed off when he caught sight of her.
Patty's makeup was smeared, mascara and eyeliner had melted and run in streaks down her face. Globs of white, shiny gunk were in her hair. She didn't have a jacket and her shirt was torn -- she was holding it together, but one tit was sticking out. Her father could see hickeys and bite marks on it and that the nipple was swollen and puffy. Hickeys were all over her neck. The skirt was zipped but the button was missing so the zipper didn't want to stay up. "Oh, Patty!" he cried. "What's happened to you? Are you all right?"
Before he could get to her Patty broke down into convulsive sobs and started to sink toward the floor. Her father grabbed her, got an arm around her waist and held her up. He held her against his chest, grimacing from the feel of her stiff hair against his neck, and made comforting noises as she choked out her sobs.
"Oh, Daddy!" she cried through her puffy lips but could say no more.
"Were you raped, Patty?" he asked quietly.
"Oh, Daddy!" he cried again.
"Are you hurt? Oh, that was a stupid question," he added. "Do you want to go to a hospital?"
"Oh, Daddy!" she snuffled, "I don't want anybody to look at me. Can't you take care of me? Please, Daddy."
"Who did this to you? We should call the police."
Patty jerked backward, away from him, and cried "No! Don't! I don't want to talk to any cops!"
Dr. Woods wasn't anxious to have anyone else knowing about his daughter's experience anyway. She really did go out looking like she was asking for it tonight, and he knew that the police were likely going to find that she'd acted willing, at least. He had his reputation to consider, after all. "All right, all right," he said soothingly. "Let's get you a bath, and I'll give you a mild tranquilizer so you can get some rest. Come on to the bathroom."
The apartment was a luxurious one and the bathrooms were spacious, with garden tubs as well as enormous shower enclosures and bidets. Dr. Woods turned on the taps in the tub in Patty's bathroom then turned to her. "Let's get you out of these clothes, what's left of them." He unzipped and removed her boots, noticing that she wore no stockings under them. "How could you go out in this cold with your legs bare?" he fussed. "You're not a child!" Patty just keep sobbing. He slid the skirt's zipper down and it fell around her ankles. Her thighs were crusty with dried semen and he made a face of disgust. She wore no panties and her bare bald pussy lips were puffy and pendulous. The ruined shirt slid off her back and then she was naked, hunched over and still crying. Her body was covered with welts and bite marks and hickeys. Both nipples had obviously been chewed on. "What bastard could have done this to you?" he asked, not expecting an answer.
"The- the- there wuh wuh wuh wuh were
three
of them!" she wailed. "
Three
!"
'
Well that accounts for the amount of cum that's all over her',
he thought to himself.
'She went out of here looking like a little slut and now she comes home crying because she got treated like one.'
He was not happy with himself for having thoughts like this -- she was his little girl -- but for all he knew she'd been fucking anybody in pants for years. "Here, baby, I'll help you into the tub. The water's nice and warm. Oh wait. Before you get in the tub, sit on the bidet so we can wash your bottom clean." He thought, '
lets get all the spunk out of your pussy before it ends up in the bathwater.'
He directed the nozzle upwards into her pussy and ass, letting the warm water clean the reddened and swollen lips and the crack of her ass. "Now, into the tub."
Patty settled back in the tub, letting the water soothe her. Her father said, "I'll be right back, I'll go get you some medicine."
Patty used a washcloth with her honeysuckle-scented body wash and cleaned her arms which were bruised around the biceps. She washed her face and neck and dunked her head in the water before her father came back in. She went to wash her breasts but at the sight of them she began to cry again, this time softly, helplessly.
Dr. Woods returned and said briskly, "O.k., then. Here, take this pill. Here's a drink of water. Swallow it down like a good girl! There now, that's better. I brought you some brandy, as well. Go on, it's like medicine. It'll help quickly."
For the first time in months if not years, Patty meekly followed her father's directions, swallowed the pill then swallowed the brandy in one big gulp. It set her throat on fire. "Ugh!" she cried. "That's awful!"
"I know, I know," he said soothingly. "It's medicine. You'll start feeling better soon. Just soak in the tub. Try to forget what's happened to you. Would you like me to wash your hair, like I did when you were just little?" Without waiting for her to reply, he squirted shampoo into his hand and rubbed it into a lather before taking hold of her hair. Her scalp was sore from where her attackers had used her hair as leverage to get her where they wanted her, but her father didn't know that until she yelped.
"What?" he asked. "What's wrong?"
"They pulled my hair," she answered pitifully.
"I'll be more gentle," he soothed. He massaged her scalp, making soothing noises. "Is that better?" he asked.
"Yeah," Patty sighed." The brandy had already made her feel languid under her father's hands. "Will you rinse it?"
Dr. Woods brought the shower nozzle to the girl's head, softly rinsing the shampoo from her long blond tresses. Looking down at her face, seeing it free of makeup for the first time in who-knows-when she looked like the little girl he'd bathed, read bedtime stories to, and taught to tie her shoes, among other things. Then she raised herself up a little in the tub and her enormous boobs broke the surface of the bubbles on the bathwater.
"Oh, Christ,"
he thought,
"she isn't a little girl any more. Where in the hell did she get a rack like that?"
His wife had not been so well-endowed. Without thinking, he reached a hand down into the water and cupped a heavy melon in his hand, judging the weight.
"Daddy?" Patty questioned. "What are you doing?"
He quickly covered. "I need to check you for injuries, baby. It won't hurt, I promise. Do your breasts hurt?"
"Well
yes
, they hurt!" she responded shortly. "What do you think?! They
