Part 3

Victor sat on the worn-out couch, the fabric faded from countless weekends of Netflix binges and the occasional spilled soda. He was a single father, his eyes heavy with the weight of responsibilities that never ceased. His body was a canvas of tiredness, each line a silent story of his dedication to his daughter, Kim. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the faint buzz of the fridge in the background and the occasional rustle of newspaper pages as he pretended to read his thoughts elsewhere. Kim, a 14 year old bundle of energy, lay sprawled on the floor in front of him, her nightgown riding up to expose the innocence of her young body. She was lost in her own world of fantasy, giggling at the antics on the screen. Her bare legs kicked in the air, and her nightgown had shifted to reveal a glimpse of something Victor had grown to fantasize about. He tried to look away, but his gaze kept drifting back. Victor’s eyes lingered on the delicate folds of Kim’s pussy, a forbidden fruit that he knew he should not crave. For weeks, his thoughts had strayed during their quiet evenings together. He’d find himself stroking his cock in the shower, thinking of her sweet, untouched pussy. Victor knew he needed a release, something more than the glances and moments of relief he found while she slept. His desires had grown too intense. His mind raced with ideas, each one more daring and depraved than the last. Tonight, he would drug her. It would be a gentle concoction, something to keep her out but not cause any harm. He’d spent hours researching online, looking for something that would make her pliant and numb to pain, yet not leave any lasting effects. His hand trembled slightly as he poured the liquid into her juice glass, watching the colorless substance mix with her juice.

He handed the drink to her and she took it without question. She continued to watch her comedy, her eyes glued to the screen, oblivious to the turn their evening was about to take. He watched intently as she sipped away, the sweet taste of the juice masking the bitter flavor of the drug. His heart raced with excitement and fear, his cock thickening in his pants as he awaited the moment she would succumb to the potent mixture. Finally, with a soft sigh, she slumped on the floor, the juice spilling onto the carpet as she lost her grip on the glass. He took her glass away, setting it on the table, and scooped her up into his arms. She was so warm, so utterly defenseless. He laid her down on the bed, he knew that once he started, there would be no going back. With trembling hands, he pulled her nightgown up to expose her completely. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, and then her lips, feeling the warmth of her breath against his. Her eyes fluttered but did not open. Victor took a deep breath and began to touch her gently. He felt the softness of her skin, the curves of her body. He traced the line of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, and down to her stomach. His hand hovered over the mound between her legs, the heat emanating from it making him sweat. He slid his hand down, feeling the wetness of her pussy. The drug had done its job, leaving her unresponsive to his touch. He parted her folds, his cock throbbing at the sight of her virginity. With one trembling finger, he pushed inside her. She was so tight. He felt her body resisting him, but she didn’t wake up. He pushed in further, feeling the walls of her pussy stretching around his digit. He watched her face for any signs of pain, but she remained peacefully asleep. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before, power and tenderness was intoxicating. He added another finger, moving them in and out slowly, watching as her pussy swallowed them eagerly. Her pussy grew wetter by the second, he could feel the slickness of her arousal. Her legs began to part wider, as if her body was welcoming him without her conscious mind’s consent.

His cock was now straining against his pants, begging for release. He knew he couldn’t hold back much longer. With a final, lingering kiss on her lips, he stood and removed his clothing, his erection bobbing with every step. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs. He took a moment to admire the view, his daughter’s naked body laid out before him like a sacrifice to his dark desires. He knew what he was about to do was wrong, but the urge was too strong, too all-consuming. He lined himself up with her entrance and pushed in. The tightness was almost painful, but he persisted, inch by inch. He felt her body tense, and for a moment he feared she might wake up. But she remained still, lost in the drug-induced sleep. Her pussy was warm and wet, and the sensation was indescribable. He had never been with a girl this tight, this young. The thought made him feel both excited and disgusted, but he couldn’t stop. He began to move faster, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. He could feel her inner walls clench around him, trying to adjust to the intrusion. The sight of her lying there, so peaceful, was like a drug in itself.