Daughter raped as payment

When Dave cant pay his debt, the loan sharks rape his daughter to teach him a lesson

The rain hammered down on the grim streets of Wythenshawe, one of Manchester's roughest council estates, where the tower blocks loomed like grey tombstones under the sodium glow of flickering streetlamps. Dave Hargreaves, a washed-up builder in his late forties, sat slumped in his threadbare armchair in the cramped living room of his two-bed flat on the eighth floor. The place reeked of damp, cheap lager, and unwashed dishes piled in the sink. He'd been dodging calls from the loan sharks for weeks.

Borrowed five grand to cover his gambling debts, but the horses hadn't come in, and now the interest had ballooned it to ten. "Just one more week," he'd begged on the phone last time, but he knew it was bollocks. His daughter Sophie, twenty-one and fresh out of a dead-end college course in hairdressing, was in the kitchen making beans on toast. She was a pretty lass, long dark hair, curvy figure squeezed into leggings and a crop top, but life on the estate had hardened her edges. Still, she doted on her old man, even if he was a useless prick half the time.

The door exploded inward with a splintering crash, the cheap lock giving way like it was made of cardboard. Four burly cunts piled in, all tracksuits and shaved heads, faces twisted in that Manc thug sneer. Leading the pack was Big Mick, a six-foot slab of muscle with a scar running down his cheek like a zip. Behind him: Razor, skinny but wiry with a blade always tucked in his sock; Fat Tony, wheezing and sweaty, belly hanging over his belt; and Knuckles, the quiet one with fists like ham hocks and eyes dead as a shark's.
Dave jumped up, spilling his can of Stella. "What the fuck, get out! This is my gaff!"
Big Mick laughed, a guttural bark that echoed off the peeling wallpaper. "Your gaff? Nah, mate. This is our playground now. You owe us, Davey boy. Ten grand, plus the vig. Where's the fuckin' cash?"

Sophie froze in the kitchen doorway, plate in hand, eyes wide. "Dad? What's goin' on?"
"Stay back, love!" Dave barked, but it was too late. Razor grabbed her arm, yanking her forward. She dropped the plate, smash of ceramic on lino.

"Look what we got here," Razor grinned, yellow teeth flashing. "Fresh meat. This yer daughter, Dave? Proper fit little slag, innit?"

Dave lunged, but Knuckles clocked him square in the gut with a meaty fist. Winded, Dave doubled over, gasping. Fat Tony grabbed his arms, twisting them behind his back while Big Mick zip-tied his wrists with cable ties from his pocket. They shoved him back into the armchair, tying his ankles to the legs. "Sit the fuck down and watch, ya skint cunt," Big Mick snarled. "This is yer lesson. You don't pay, we take payment in kind."

Sophie's scream cut the air as Razor shoved her toward the sofa. "Get off me, you wanker!" She swung a fist, catching him on the jaw with a crack, but he just laughed and backhanded her hard across the face. Her lip split, blood trickling.

"Feisty little bitch," Razor spat, grabbing her hair and forcing her down onto the stained cushions. "Strip her, lads. Let's see what Davey's hidin'."

Dave thrashed against the ties, veins bulging in his neck. "Don't you fuckin' touch her! I'll kill ya! I'll get the money, tomorrow, I swear!"

"Tomorrow?" Fat Tony wheezed, ripping Sophie's crop top open with fat fingers. Her tits spilled out, full, pale, nipples hardening in the cold draft from the busted door. "Too late, ya useless prick. We're takin' our pound of flesh now."

Sophie kicked and twisted, nails raking Fat Tony's arm. "Fuck off! Dad, help!"
But Dave could only watch, horror twisting his guts like a knife. His baby girl, his only family since her mum pissed off years ago. He strained, the cable ties cutting into his wrists, drawing blood. "Please, not her. Take me, beat me, whatever. She's innocent!"

"Innocent?" Big Mick mocked, yanking her leggings down her thighs, exposing her black thong. "Look at this tart, dressed like a whore. Bet she's had half the estate up her already." He tore the thong off with a rip, flinging it at Dave's face. It landed wet on his lap, her scent hitting him like a punch, making bile rise.

Sophie's bare cunt was exposed now, trimmed dark bush, pink lips clenched tight in fear. She clamped her legs shut, sobbing. "No, please..."

"Spread 'em, slag," Knuckles grunted, prying her thighs apart with brute force. Her muscles trembled, fighting, but he was too strong. They held her down, Razor pinning her arms, Fat Tony her legs, while Big Mick stood back, unzipping his fly.

Dave roared, rocking the chair. "You bastards! I'll fuckin' have ya for this!"
Big Mick pulled out his cock, thick, veiny monster, already half-hard and stinking of sweat. "You watch, Davey. Watch us wreck yer precious little cum-dump. This is what happens when ya borrow from the wrong cunts."

He knelt between her legs, slapping his shaft against her inner thigh with a wet thwack. Sophie bucked, hips twisting. "Get away! Dad, make 'em stop!"

But Big Mick just grinned, rubbing the bulbous head along her dry slit. "Dry as a bone, eh? Good. Makes it hurt more." He spat once, thick glob landing on her clit, then lined up and thrust forward savage.

The head forced her lips apart, stretching her tight entrance. Sophie screamed, a high, piercing wail, as the fat ridge popped inside, tearing delicate skin. No lube, no mercy; he rammed deeper, inch by brutal inch, her cunt walls clenching in protest, friction burning like fire. Blood welled immediately, slicking his shaft as he bottomed out, balls slapping her arse.
"Fuckin' tight little whore," Big Mick groaned, hips grinding. "Feel that, slag? Yer daddy's debt gettin' paid in yer fuck-hole."

Sophie thrashed, head whipping side to side, tears streaming. "It hurts! Stop, please!" Her nails dug into Razor's arms, drawing blood, but he just pinned her harder.
Dave's world shattered. His daughter, his Sophie, impaled on this thug's filthy dick. He strained, chair creaking, but the ties held. "You animal! Get off her!" Horror clawed at him, helpless rage boiling, but his body betrayed him, weak from years of booze and fags.

Big Mick started pumping, slow at first, letting her feel every veiny ridge drag along her raw channel. Out almost to the tip, then slam back in, wet squelch of blood and spit. "Take it, ya worthless bitch. This cunt's our property now." He sped up, hips pistoning, tits bouncing with each thrust. Sophie sobbed, legs kicking futilely against Fat Tony's grip.

"Ya like that, eh? Filthy rape-slut." Big Mick slapped her tit, red handprint blooming. "Scream for daddy."

She did, raw, broken cries. Dave begged, voice cracking. "Stop, I'll do anything. Sell the flat, whatever!"

But Big Mick ignored him, thrusting erratic now, cock swelling inside her torn hole. "Gonna flood this cum-dump. Fill ya up like the slag ya are." One last brutal shove, buried deep, and he came, hot ropes pulsing into her depths, overflowing around his shaft, dripping blood-streaked cum onto the sofa.

He pulled out slow with a pop, and a gush followed, her cunt gaping red-raw, twitching. Sophie curled fetal, sobbing, but they didn't let her. "Next," Big Mick said, zipping up.

Razor was up, cock already out, long and thin, curved like a scimitar, foreskin peeled back to reveal a smeared head. "My turn, ya dirty little prick-tease." He flipped her over rough, face down on the cushions, arse up. Sophie fought, elbows flying, kicking back, but Knuckles held her hips steady.

"No more, please!" she whimpered, but Razor just laughed and spat on her puckered arsehole.

"Gonna take this tight shitter," he hissed. "Teach ya what a real Manc pounding feels like."

Dave's stomach lurched. "Not there! Ya sick fucks, she's me daughter!"

"Shut it, ya bankrupt wanker," Razor snarled, pressing the tip to her virgin ring. Sophie clenched, screaming, but he forced forward, head popping the tight muscle with a tear. Agony ripped through her; she bucked like a wild animal, arse burning as he sank deeper, dry friction scraping her insides raw.

"Fuckin' hell, vice grip on me cock," Razor grunted, shoving the rest in one go. Balls deep, he ground against her cheeks. "Take it up the arse, ya filthy slag. This is for daddy's debts."

He started reaming her, hard, fast thrusts, each one jolting her body forward. Her face mashed into the cushion, muffling screams. Blood trickled down, arse torn open. "Fight all ya want, bitch. Makes it tighter."
Sophie clawed the fabric, legs trembling, but the pain overwhelmed her. She went limp after a minute, just whimpering as he hammered away. "That's it, give up, ya broken cum-dump."

Dave watched in horror, his girl's spirit cracking before his eyes. He strained harder, ties cutting deep, blood dripping to the carpet. "Sophie, love, I'm sorry..." Tears streamed down his face, rage turning to despair. He couldn't save her. Useless. Always useless.

Razor slapped her arse with a crack, red welts rising. "Hear that, Dave? Yer daughter's a proper anal whore now." He thrust deeper, cock curving inside her, hitting spots that made her gasp in pain. "Gonna cum in this raped shithole. Leave ya leakin' like the trash ya are."

Erratic pumps, then he buried and unloaded, hot spurts filling her bowels, overflowing in sticky rivulets down her thighs. He pulled out with a wet slurp, her arsehole gaping, red and swollen, cum bubbling out.
Sophie didn't move. Just lay there, defeated, eyes glassy. "Hurts, so much..."
Fat Tony wheezed up next, heaving his bulk onto the sofa. His cock was short but girthy, like a beer can, fat head purple and leaking. "Flip the bitch over. Wanna see her tits bounce while I wreck her cunt."
They manhandled her, legs spread wide, pinned again. Sophie barely fought now, just weak pushes. "No more, can't..."
"Ya can and ya will, ya greedy fuck-hole," Fat Tony grunted, slapping his shaft on her belly with a thud. He rubbed the head along her bloodied slit, mixing with Big Mick's cum. "Sloppy seconds, perfect for a slag like ya."

He thrust in, brutal, the girth stretching her torn cunt wider, pain flaring anew. Sophie arched, a choked scream escaping. "Too big, stop!"

"Shut yer gob," he panted, hips slamming down, belly slapping her stomach. Each thrust squelched, wet mess of cum and blood. "Feel that, whore? Fat cock ruinin' yer daddy's pride and joy."

Dave sobbed openly now, body slumped. "Please, enough. She's had enough." His struggles weakened; the fight drained out. Helplessness crushed him, watching his girl get used like meat, her cries fading to whimpers. He was broken, defeated, just a pathetic spectator.

Fat Tony groped her tits, twisting nipples hard. "These funbags are proper lush. Bet ya flash 'em for tips at the salon, eh? Filthy bitch." He pounded harder, sweat dripping onto her face. "Gonna breed this cum-dump. Put a bastard in ya belly, make Davey a grandad the hard way."

Sophie lay limp, staring at the ceiling, tears silent now. Body rocking with each thrust, but no more resistance. Just taking it, defeated, numb.

Fat Tony's pace turned frantic, wheezing breaths. "Here it comes, slag." He slammed deep, cock erupting, thick loads flooding her, mixing with the rest, her cunt overflowing like a burst pipe.

He rolled off, panting. "Fuckin' hell, best shag in months."

Last was Knuckles, silent brute, cock massive, like a forearm, veins bulging. He didn't speak much, but his eyes burned. He grabbed Sophie's hair, forcing her to her knees on the carpet, face level with Dave's chair.

"Suck it first, bitch," he grunted, shoving the head against her lips.
Sophie turned away, but he slapped her, hard, cheek swelling. "Open."
Dave whispered, "No, love, don't..."
But she parted her lips, defeated. Knuckles rammed in, deep, choking her. She gagged, throat bulging, saliva dripping. He face-fucked her rough, hips bucking, cock hitting her tonsils. "Gag on it, whore."
Dave averted his eyes, but Big Mick grabbed his chin. "Watch, ya cunt. Watch yer daughter choke on cock."

Knuckles pulled out after a minute, strings of spit hanging. "Bend over the arm of the sofa."

Sophie complied weakly, arse up again. Knuckles lined up with her cunt, still gaping, messy. "Gonna split ya wide."
He thrust, monstrous girth forcing her open further, tearing fresh. Sophie wailed once, then went silent, body shuddering. "Too much, please..."

"Shut it," Knuckles growled, pounding deep. Each thrust lifted her off her toes, wet slaps, her tits swinging. "Raped fuck-hole. Take every inch."

He reamed her mercilessly, hands bruising her hips. Sophie just lay there, broken, eyes vacant, body limp as a rag doll. No fight left.

Dave hung his head, defeated utterly. No more pleas. Just silent tears. His world ended here, in this filthy flat, watching his daughter destroyed.

Knuckles grunted low, thrusts brutal. "Cummin' in ya, slag." He buried and unleashed, torrents flooding her, spilling out in waves.

He withdrew, her cunt a wrecked, cum-filled mess, swollen and raw.

The lads stood, zipping up. Big Mick kicked Dave's chair. "That's yer lesson, cunt. Pay up by next week, or we come back for seconds, with interest."

They left, door swinging open. Sophie curled on the floor, leaking, sobbing softly. Dave strained one last time, ties still holding.
Hours later, police came, neighbors heard screams. But the damage was done. Dave sat in silence, broken forever. Sophie stared at nothing, her fire gone.