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Jessica lay prone on the small mound, the damp earth cool against her belly through her thin hunting jacket. Her toned, slim frame stretched out behind a cluster of trees, rifle gripped firmly in her hands. At barely 14, she looked breathtaking—her model-like face from those department store ads combined with her tight little body and built ass from competitive sports gave her that too young to fuck but I’d sure like to try vibe, with wide eyes and soft features that made people double-take.
The male deer fed peacefully about 100 meters away, oblivious, its antlers catching the late afternoon light filtering through the dense woods. Her heart raced, a mix of excitement and nerves. This was her first real hunt with Dad, and she wanted to make him proud. Submissive by nature, eager to please, she adjusted the scope, breath steadying as she lined up the shot. Already a deer! Only day 1 of their first weekend father-daughter hunting trip—one he thought was essential to curing the ache that had been consuming his brain.
The woods around them were thick, pines whispering in the breeze, the air heavy with the scent of moss and earth. She'd always been naive but curious, following Mark's lead without question. He was her rock—rugged, muscular, protective. Today felt special, just the two of them, away from the city where she posed in ads, smiling for cameras.
Mark crouched low beside her, his muscular build casting a shadow over Jessica's prone form. He leaned in close, his chest brushing her back, the heat of his body seeping through their clothes. Whispering instructions into her ear, his breath hot against her skin, he said,
"Steady now, Jess. Keep your elbow tucked—line up the shoulder, right there. Squeeze slow, don't jerk it." His hand guided hers on the stock, fingers lingering a second too long. The contact stirred something forbidden in him, his cock twitching in his pants as her slim body pressed back instinctively, soft and yielding.
At 45, Mark was all rugged hunter—broad shoulders, callused hands from years in the wild. Just the hint of a beer belly. But he hid darker secrets: he thought about Jess when he masturbated. He thought about her when he had sex with his wife. She was just so beautiful. He felt guilty about it, but his sexual urges were drawn to her to the point of obsession. He knew it was not healthy how he thought about it so much. Dreamed about her. She was his little girl, tall for her age but delicate, that youthful face making his gut twist with protectiveness—and now, unwanted arousal. Her scent, clean and girly, mixed with the woods, making his pulse quicken. He shifted, trying to ignore the growing hardness against her hip, forcing himself to focus on the hunt. This closeness was dangerous enough without crossing lines—not yet.
"Got it, Dad," she murmured, voice soft, focused. Her body relaxed under his touch, submissive as always, and it only fueled the heat building in him. But he pulled back slightly, clearing his throat.
"Good. Take the shot when you're ready."
His whispers sent shivers down her spine, not just from the hunt. Dad's body was so close, solid and warm, pressing softly as he adjusted her aim. She felt a strange flutter in her belly, confused but not pulling away—eager to please, like always. The deer grazed, unaware, and she held her breath, finger hovering on the trigger.
But then—twigs snapped. Voices. Jessica's eyes flew open as two men burst from the trees, guns drawn. Hunter One, burly and aggressive in his 40’s, pistol aimed at Mark's back. Hunter Two, sly and younger, shotgun ready, eyes lighting on her prone form.
"Well, fuck me," Hunter One growled, sneering. "Cute little hunting party. Hands up, old man. And you, kid—stay down. Or we shoot you." The deer charged away.
Jessica froze, heart pounding, rifle slipping from her grip. "Dad? What's happening?" She looked up and saw he father face frozen, staring at the men. He started to rise up, blocking her view of the men as he tried to block her body from them with his. He looked at her and projected strengths as he whispered,
“It’s okay. Stay down.”
He raised his hands slowly, voice steady. "Easy. My wallet is in that back pack there. There is four hundred dollars in there. Please just take it and go."
Hunter One pressed the pistol to Mark's temple, cold metal biting skin.
"Oh, we'll take what we want, rich guy.” He nodded to his partner, kicking the small camouflage backpack that was on ground. Hunter two lowered his shotgun as set down his shotgun to open the back, wallet right there. He opened it and pulled out the four crisp Benjamin Franklin and held them up to his friend with a smiled and nod before stuffing them into his own jeans pocket.
“Saw you two cozy.” Hunter 1 said. "Strip her down, Daddy. Fuck that tight little girl-pussy right here. Make it good—call her your dirty slut while you do it. Or I blow your brains out."
“You’re crazy.” Mark pleaded. “She’s my own daughter. Take our rifle, anything. Please just go.”
“Motherfucker you got two choices.” Hunter one snapped back. “Either you fuck her while we watch, or we fuck her while you watch. And maybe we shoot you first so we don’t have to keep a gun on you.”
“Now strip the bitch and get to fuckin’ her,” ordered Hunter 2. His shot gun back up and trained on Mark’s chest.
Jessica whimpered beside him, eyes wide with terror. "Daddy?"
"Jess... it's okay. Do what they say. I won't let them hurt you."
"Now, old man," Hunter Two barked, shotgun trained. "Undress her slow. We wanna see that kid body."
Mark knelt, hands shaking as he unzipped Jessica's light jacket, peeling it off her shoulders. Her thin tank top clung to her slim torso, small breasts outlined.
"I'm sorry, baby," he whispered, voice thick. He tugged the tank up, exposing her perky tits, nipples hardening in the cool air. She gasped, arms crossing instinctively, but he gently pulled them away.
"Trust me, Jess. It'll be over soon."
"Dad... why?" Her voice cracked, youthful face flushing with shame and confusion.
"Because we have to. Shh. The men are crazy and they might kill us if we don't do what they say." He hooked fingers in her forest green yoga pants waistband, sliding them down her long legs along with her panties, revealing her bare pussy—pink, smooth, untouched. Her slim body trembled, looking so young and vulnerable, fueling the age-play coercion he both craved and hated.
Hunter One chuckled vulgarly. "Look at that fresh cunt. Pound it, Daddy. Say she's your little whore daughter."
Mark shed his own pants, cock springing hard despite the situation—thick, veined, throbbing from the forbidden setup. He put his shirt and pants to the side of her.
“Roll over, baby.” He said. “Rest your back on these.” She rolled onto her back, mostly on his clothing. He positioned himself above her, between her legs. He licked his finger and then rubbed it on her velvety folds, then a little on the clit, inserting a finger and finding unexpected hot moisture inside her.
“I’m going to be gentle sweetie,” He said as he nodded at her with consoling expression.
She nodded back, trepidation in her eyes, her lips trembling.
He pushed the head against her slick folds—she was wet from fear or something else? "Relax, Jess. Breathe. Tell me if it hurts too much." He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, her tight walls resisting, virgin barrier giving way with a sharp gasp from her.
"Ow, Dad... it hurts," she whimpered, tears welling, hands clutching the earth.
"I know, baby. Just a little more. You're so tight... doing so good." He paused halfway, kissing her forehead tenderly, letting her adjust. His cock pulsed inside her, the grip incredible, but he held back, rolling hips gently.
"Better now?" He whispered.
She nodded shakily, breath hitching. "Y-yeah... feels full. Go slow." Okay he said, bending his neck and arching his back to kiss her lips softly, like a lover. She was so much smaller than him he could only hiss her for a few seconds at a time.
Emboldened, he thrust deeper, bottoming out with a groan, balls against her ass. She started to squeal with each thrust.
"All in, Jess. Fuck, you're perfect." He moved rhythmically, not pounding, but steady, in and out, her pussy clenching around him. "Does it feel okay? Not too much?"
"It's... ouch. Hurts but starting to feel a little good, Daddy," she admitted softly, hips shifting under him, submissive body responding. Her small tits bounced lightly, nipples scraping his chest.
“Your so brave, my beautiful little lady.” He said.
But Hunter One shoved the gun closer. "Talk dirty, asshole. Call her your slutty kid-whore. Tell he this is her new role. Fuck her like you mean it."
Mark's jaw clenched, anger flaring—these bastards were making this worse than it had to be for her.
"Jess... you're my dirty little slut," he forced out, voice husky, thrusting a bit harder but still controlled. "Tight whore pussy taking Daddy's cock. I'm going to fuck you a lot now, baby." The words burned, but her moan, soft and needy, stirred his arousal deeper.
"Daddy..." she breathed, conflicted, but her legs wrapped around him instinctively. He pants and moans were getting louder now.
He rutted slower, deeper, checking her face.
"You okay, baby? Want me to stop?"
"No... don't stop," she whispered, eyes fluttering, pleasure building despite the coercion.
Jessica's world spun as Dad filled her, his cock stretching her gently, pain fading into a warm throb. The men's guns loomed, vulgar laughs echoing, but Dad's tenderness grounded her—his whispers, his checks.
"It feels... good now, Dad," she moaned, pussy fluttering around him, wetness coating his shaft. The degrading names stung—slut, whore—but they ignited something submissive, her body arching to meet his thrusts.
The woods blurred, the deer long forgotten. She clung to him, naive curiosity mixing with fear, eager to please even now. The searing sting mixed with an intense throbbing… feeling she wanted more of.
For Mark, feeling her energy now overcame his mental control over his cock and the next few thrusts opened the flood gates. Cumming was imminent.
He looked deep into his beautiful daughters glistening eyes, as he had planned,
“I love you, J-bird.” He said. He jerked his hips home, feeling the bliss, willing himself to maintain meaningful eye contact as her head bobbed with the thrusts and her face contorted.
As his cock surging bliss elevated back to Earth, he saw she might be mid climax herself. He kept thrusting even as his dick was starting to soften. She stiffened up and her mouth opened wide as her whole body shuddered a few times. Her first orgasm. Their tandem breathing was furious but started to slow.
The sound of a loud, slow clap, interrupted the moment.
“Well Hale-fuckin’-lulah.” Hunter one said as he slow clapped a few more times. “A Hallmark moment if I’ve ever seen one. Daddy fucking his thirteen year old daughter in the woods.”
His friend laughed loudly. When Mark looked over he saw the laughing man holding a cell phone pointed toward them. He was recording it! His blood boiled.
“No!” He shouted, his face contorting in rage. Then realized the noised startled his post coital daughter. He tried to force a smile. “Sorry, baby. You are so amazing. I’m going to pull out now, okay?”
Jessica nodded as he looked her in the eye as he withdrew his slick cock from her tight pussy and slowly got up to his knees as he covered her body with his shirt.
But Hunter One grabbed Mark's shoulder, yanking him off of her, sending him tumbling through the brush and leaves.
"Your turn's over, old man. Our turn to play and your turn to watch." They shoved Mark down, binding his wrists with rope, gun keeping him compliant. His muscular body strained, face twisted in fury.
"No—leave her alone!" Mark growled, This isn't part of the... You can't!" he said, but the barrel silenced him as it pressed harder on his face.
"This bullet'd go all the way through you, dude. Calm yourself." The man with the gun said.
Hunter Two knelt before Jessica, who curled up, naked and exposed. "Easy, kid. Time to learn something new. Open up for my cock." His voice was sly, manipulative, unzipping to free his long, curved dick, already leaking.
She glanced at Dad, his eyes dark with anger. "I... I don't know how."
“Truth or dare, cutie?” Hunter one growled. “And don’t you dare fucking as me what or pretend you don’t know what that means. Answer or I shoot your daddy.”
“Truth!” She said.
“What’s the farthest you ever got sexually? If you lie I can tell and I shoot him in the gut.”
“Uhh,” her mind scrambled to come up with the truth. “It was a game of truth or dare at my friend Jalissa’s sleep over.”
“And?” Hunter 2 coaxed.
“Two boys we know snuck in. Uhh, we showed our private parts,” she started frantically, “then Troy got dared to finger me. He put it all the way in. B-b-but the most was when I got dare to suck on her brother’s penis for ten seconds. I did. Twice. Then Troy once.” she added. "That was the most I swear to God.”
“How old are you, sexy little bitch?” Hunter 2 asked.
“Thirt...” Jess shook her head. “F-fourteen. I mean fourteen. My birthday was just August 8. I start high school next week.”
“Well it's a damn good thing you learn to fuck first. In the knick of time no less. You gots to fuck as many guys as you can your freshman year. Seniors are worth the most points. And fuck your daddy whenever he wants." Hunter 2 winked over at Mark.
"Why is your body so tight? You an ice skater or something?” Hunter 1 asked petting her sweaty lower back and ass. He gave it a squeeze. She just looked up at him, letting him touch her.
“No, volleyball. I played volleyball at school and for a league.” She said.
“I bet all the daddies are just fantasizing about skull fucking and ass fucking you in those tight little shorts? You know how sexy you are? Do ya?” He asked, expecting an answer.
“Uh,” she thought frantically, still desperately wanting to answer the man honestly out of fear for her father’s life and her own. “I’m a model, so I guess. I do ads and stuff that they like, tell me my face and body are beautiful.” She paused as the older man with the stubble and forearm tattoo of some writing she was too nervous to read started stroking her hair. "I know my friend Jalissa's dad wants to fuck me." She added nervously, looking shyly toward her father for split second then looking down at the ground. "He told me so."
“Nice.” Hunter 1 said leering. “A model. So you ain’t never sucked a cock and swallowed the cum, you little slut?” She shook her head no, now sitting up and shielding her body with the shirt.
"I'll teach you," Hunter Two said, cupping her chin gently, thumb on her lips. "Lick the tip first—like ice cream. Good girl." He guided her head, not forcing, as her tongue flicked out tentatively, tasting the salty pre-cum.
"That's it. Now suck the head—soft, swirl your tongue." Jessica parted her lips, taking him in slowly, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed, awkward at first. Spit trailed down her chin, her youthful mouth stretching around the girth. The curve bumped her tongue, but she followed his instructions, sucking rhythmically. Hunter one handed the pistol two him as he undid his own belt. The man getting the blowjob pointed it right at Mark.
“You stay sitting right over there, fuck wad.” He snarled with a big grin. “You so much as move and I can unload this clip into you before you realize you’re dead.”
Behind her, Hunter One positioned her on hands and knees, knees sinking into soft dirt. "Ass up, sweetie. Gonna slide into that wet pussy." He rubbed his thicker cock along her folds, slick from Dad, then pushed in steadily, not slamming, but filling her with a grunt. "Fuck, tight little thing. Relax for me."
Jessica yelped around the cock in her mouth, body rocking forward, but the entry wasn't brutal—steady, stretching her anew. Her pussy gripped him, pleasure sparking despite the coercion.
Mark seethed, bound and helpless, watching Hunter Two teach Jessica to suck his cock. Her innocent lips worked the shaft, bobbing slowly, tongue swirling as instructed, spit dripping onto her swaying small tits. Her eyes watered, but she tried, submissive eagerness shining through.
In addition to rage, Mark’s main emotion was guilt. This was his fault—he'd contracted them that morning at the little rural gun shop where he was buying ammo and they were getting fishing bait. Made conversation to feel them out, then asked them. He instructed them to hold the gun while he took her virginity gently, making it look like force so she'd never blame him. Just the money—two hundred each for less than an hour work. But they'd gone rogue, taking turns, using her mouth and pussy.
Genuine rage boiled; he wanted to snap their necks, kill them for touching what's his. But revenge was unrealistic. He did not even know their names, only that they drove a black Dodge Ram. He'd just met these scum at the shop, sparked up a conversation and propositioned them for this immoral shit. He thought they had the right balance of rebel moral flexibility and honor. Now he realized that he just saw what he wanted to see. This was his own doing. At least they had not blown his cover—yet. He felt a loss and anger because he had fantasized about teaching her to give blowjobs.
Guilt crashed in as Hunter One thrust into her doggy-style, hips rolling smooth, her slim ass jiggling lightly, pussy lips clinging to his dick.
"Deeper on the suck, kid—use your tongue under the head," Hunter Two coaxed, hand light in her hair, guiding without pain. Jessica gagged softly but complied, slurping wetly, her naive mouth adapting.
Hunter One groaned, pace building but controlled. "Milk this cock, you little cumslut—feels good, huh?" He reached under, fingers circling her clit gently, drawing a muffled moan from her.
Mark's fists clenched, powerless anger surging—he'd kill them if he could, but the sight twisted him: Jessica's body rocking between them, moans growing, her youthful form used so thoroughly. Hints of arousal leaked into his guilt, cock hardening again at the non-consensual display, the age-play coercion making her look so fuckable.
"Stop... please! I can get you more money if you just stop." he muttered, voice breaking, reminding himself this mess was all him.
He made a sudden move toward them and Hunter 1 immediately raised the pistol back up and put tension on the trigger. He quickly sat back down.
Jessica's knees pressed into the earth, body caught in their rhythm—Hunter Two's cock sliding in her mouth, lessons turning her sucks more confident, throat relaxing to take more length. Saliva slicked her chin, mixing with tears of confusion, but a shameful heat built, her clit throbbing under Hunter One's fingers. His thick dick fucked her steadily from behind, hitting deep but not hurting, pleasure coiling tight in her belly. Dad's eyes burned into her—angry, guilty?—but she couldn't stop her hips pushing back, submissive core craving the fullness.
"Good job, sweetie—suck harder now," Hunter Two praised, hips twitching. She hollowed cheeks, tongue pressing the underside, drawing his groan.
Hunter One sped up slightly, balls tapping her clit.
"Gonna fill this tight pussy—cum for me, kid." His fingers rubbed faster, pushing her over, her body shuddering, pussy clenching in waves around him.
She moaned around the cock, lost in the coercion, the woods echoing her muffled cries.
The scene etched fire into Mark's soul: Jessica on all fours, sucking Hunter Two's cock with growing skill, her small mouth stretched, cheeks flushed. Hunter One rutted her pussy, her juices coating his shaft, slim body jolting with each thrust, young tits jiggling.
She came hard, cries vibrating the dick in her mouth, and Mark's guilt drowned him—this was his twisted plan, paying strangers to force him into her so he'd seem innocent. But they'd betrayed it, using her fully, and now he felt every bit the monster. Anger at them was real, a burning want to hurt them bad, but he couldn't—his own immoral ask made revenge impossible. As Hunter One grunted, pumping cum deep into her, flooding her young pussy, and Hunter Two followed, jamming it down her throat as he erupted.
Mark's cock throbbed traitorously, hints of dark enjoyment at her degradation mixing with the shame. The hunters laughed, pocketing his wallet's cash, guns still ready. Jessica collapsed, spent and confused.
“Now you never forget us, sexy.” Hunter 2 said. “Don’t forget you are just a sexy little fucktoy and being a slut is your identity now.”
“Yeah. You ain’t never gonna be a snooty uptight bitch. You’re a whore now and you’re gonna let any guy fuck you who wants to, right. You’re gonna make them feel good because nothing will ever fill that need like getting fucked hard core. Right?”
She didn’t answer. Still breathing heavy.
“Bitch!” Hunter 2 shouted. She looked over at him. “My cousin asked you a fucking question?”
“Yes. Yes, sir.” She said.
“Guys stop!” Mark said. “Hunter 1 kicked him in the chest sending him from sitting up onto his back.
“That’s the right answer, “Hunter said, “but tell us what you’re saying “yes, sir” to, loud and clear. And be honest or I'll know you're lying and hurt big daddy over here.”
“I am going to let any guy fuck me who wants to and make ‘em feel good.” she said sitting up hugging her legs.
“’Cause nothing else gonna make you feel whole, “Hunter 2 said with rabid grin, “nothing gonna scratch that itch ‘tween your legs and deep up in your pussy and in your soul except getting pounded my men, especially older men like your daddy, uncle, teachers, guys you hardly know but look at you like they wanna fuck you.” He seemed to get more excited. “And you gonna like more than one at a time when you can get it, and get fucked in your ass real soon too, right?”
“Yes, sir.” She nodded, wiping tears away and sniffling.
“Say it all, little cumslut.” He pointed the shotgun back at Mark.
“I’m not going to feel whole in my pussy or in my soul except getting pounded by men like my daddy, teachers, uncles, and men like that… and more than one at a time if I can, and get fucked in my ass soon.”
“Good memory, J-bird. It was real nice to meet you.”
Mark clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth as they backed away, the smug expressions of wicked conquistadors on their face.
“Aren’t you going to thank us before we go, sugar tits?” Hunter 1 added. “And tell us what for.”
Jessica nodded, sucking up snot through her nose before composing her answer, the tension growing thick in the air as she paused. The men stopped backing away. She straightened up her back and posture as she shifted to sitting cross legged, determined to make satisfy them enough to finally go away and still feeling bound by the honesty or die rules.
“Thank you both for fucking me so good in my mouth and in my pussy... like the little whore that I am.”
The two men walked off into the woods.
Mark’s mind switched to practical damage control. He stood and went to his wet, dirty, nude daughter.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” he said meaning it. Feeling only regret and affection. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, dad.” She said, seeming to be the one trying to reassure him. “I'm okay. Scratched up and sore, and dirty, but I was just worried about you. We’re safe now.” Hands still tied behind his back, he leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. Pure fatherly love was all he felt, condemning everything he had done shameful building lust over the last couple years that had led him to make such a stupid, unforgivable mistake.
“We sure are, my J-bird. Can you get the knife off my belt over there and cut these ropes?” He nodded. Then we’re going to get back to the lodge and take a shower and figure this out?”
“Together, daddy?” She asked.
“Together baby.”
As she worked on the ropes behind his back thinking in all directions he thought of her last question and realized it sounded like she might be asking if they were going to take a shower together. As his eyes stared unfocused into the trees, scenes from the sexy little girl panting and moaning below him at he thrust into her, the scene of her on her hands and knees getting it from both ends, started to mix with a scene of her in the shower with him, bent over as he looked down, seeing her beautiful feminine violin shape and he thrust into sexy little ass.
Hot blood started rushing into his cock.
Black urges swirled in his mind.