Depraved Pastime - Kate Pt.3

Pushing an already broken father/daughter relationship to perversion. Part 3. – Raping our prey

Except me becoming too pushy, nothing extraordinary happened between me and Kate, or Kate and her father for quite some time. Kate knew I wanted to escalate our situation with Harry, and successfully sabotaged every attempt from Harry and me, to do so. We got more frequently in fights about it. In my frustration, I texted a lot more with Harry without Kate knowing. We shared fantasies, pictures and stories. He was an old, weird, sick pervert, but he scratched my itch.
He had all kinds of plans and ideas, each one more immoral and impossible than the last. At first, I just smiled it off, but admittedly, I ended up getting swept along in the end. I think by that point, he had more of a grip on me than I had on him. Everything in his plans always revolved around getting Kate wasted and high, so she won’t notice or resist – in other words rape. I normally wasn’t the type for this, and I didn’t really plan to, …but an opportunity arose; and in his defense, it has worked befor.
We were at a friend's birthday bash, and the boys completely drank Kate under the table. I was sober since I had to drive, …and to be honest, it wasn't exactly an accident that I set the situation up that way. On our way home, Kate noticed that we were heading to her place, instead of mine. She drunkenly tried to sway me, to head to my place as initially planned; she even got a little mad when she failed.
She was already hammered and the last drink haven’t even hit her yet. This was our window and I didn’t even know if Harry was home or still awake. I dragged her into the house. We were making a little scene, and Kate was still slurring her words, trying to argue with me, suspecting what my intention was. I tried the sweet, affectionate approach, which worked better in theory than in practice, but eventually the alcohol did persuade her for me.
I texted Harry in the hope, that our racket had woke him up.
“Sorry for the noise, Kate is blackout drunk. …was hard to get her in the house. Guess she will sleep on the couch. I hope we didn’t wake u up.”
For some reason I tried not be too obvious with him – I guess I am a coward. I didn’t know what to do when Harry actually responded.
“Np. Wasn’t asleep yet. Want some company?”
“Yeah, why not, I’m not tired yet, I’m still up for 1-2 beers if u want.”
It was a fucked-up code for “lets rape your daughter”. I felt ashamed, excited and scared at the same time.
I sat on the couch with Kate’s head on my lap while I was stroking her hair and face. She was awake, but with closed eyes and far away. She let out an annoyed grunt when her father entered the room, but didn’t move a muscle. I had a casual conversation with Harry that was leading nowhere, waiting for Kate to pass out or something to happen. Harry took the initiative and came over on the couch. My chest was so tight I couldn’t breathe. We casually kept talking, while I let my hand slip further down. Caressing her arms, then her chest, carefully her breast, then her belly, heading for her waistband. Kate lethargically tried to fight me off every time I touched her in a sexual way, but I eagerly kept going forward.
I slid my hand in her panties and slowly started stroking and massaging her pussy. Her father sat right next to us; Kate’s feed pressing against his upper leg. Harry placed his hand on her knee, reaching down her inner thigh. Kate pushed herself further up to me, either she liked what I was doing and wanted me to reach her better, or she tried to push her father away.
I could feel her getting moist and she stopped resisting. Her tight jeans were getting in the way, making it difficult to touch her. I suggested that it might be more comfortable without her pants on. She didn’t respond, but I was sure she heard me.
“Let me help you out of them, bunny”
I whispered as I unbuttoned her pants. Harry reached with both hands carefully under her, grabbing the waistband then pulling her pants slowly down, undressing the bottom of our girl. In an attempt to hide, Kate turned her face to me and buried it in to my stomach, while her father slid her panties down her legs. I watched close as this greedy pervert put his bearded face between the legs of his baby girl. His muffled moans, grunts and slurping, while awkwardly hunching on the couch reminded me of a predatory animal feasting of his prey – a very fitting picture. A heartbreaking feeling tightened my chest even further; adrenalin, excitement mixing with shame and empathy. I was holding Kate, comforting her, while she endured. Her father didn’t waste time; he had his dick already out. He wiped his saliva-soaked beard with his forearm, spit on his fingers and lubed his twitching shaft with it.
He grabbed her roughly by the tights, positioned his cock and began to enter her. You could tell this was a relief for him; being finally in his daughter after fantasizing all those years. I couldn’t see much from my position, just Kate’s open legs and Harry thick girth disappearing between them. The breathing and soft moaning of my little bunny indicated that Harry was already fully inside – it must have been a tight fit. Kate’s small tits bouncing slightly in her top, to the rhythm of her dad fucking her. Nobody spoke a word; just Harry grunting while he came inside his daughter.
As he finished, I found myself surprisingly unaroused. I was horny, yes; but not as much as I expected. I just witnessed the ultimate taboo I was working on for weeks now. Instead, I felt unimaginable affection for Kate. I was so grateful for the sacrifice she just made, getting raped by her own flesh and blood, just to fulfill my desire. After her father pulled out, I placed the palm of my hand on her pussy, exploring her cumfilled opening with my fingers, while Harry watched. My hand was cradling her vulva, if I was shielding her from more penetration and Harry’s eyes; my symbolic attempt to give her back some dignity and a signal that it was over.
Her father left us and went upstairs again; we stayed. I admired the sight of my half naked girlfriend sleeping next to me, while jerking off; her cumleaking body, sweaty, too drunken to move, literally used up and destroyed from this wicked night.