"Hit me"

"What?" you ask. That is the last thing you expected to hear your daughter say. You're here to save her, after all.

"I've been such a bad girl, Daddy. I should be punished." She bites her lip. You have no intention of hitting her. You open your mouth to tell her just that, but she keeps going before you can get any words out. "I've fucked so many men, Daddy. I fucked everyone you know."

Of course, she doesn't mean that, you think. Your brain flashes on everyone you know. No, it's impossible. Your thoughts can't help but linger on your asshole neighbor, Brad. Brad is the biggest human piece of shit you know, always harassing you, cursing at you, telling you to 'fuck off and stop mowing into his lawn' which you don't do anyway. You know where your property ends. Brad's the one who doesn't. Wait... what are you thinking about right now?

"I've fucked your boss. I've fucked your co-workers. I've fucked our neighbors." Kelly says.

"You didn't fuck Brad." you say. You don't know why this is so important to you, especially when your daughter is in this state. When she needs your help.

"I fucked him, Daddy. I fucked him so many times." She smirks. "His cock was so tiny, I couldn't help but laugh at first. But he slapped me and spit on me and told me I was the biggest slut of all time. And I told him he was right because my Daddy didn't raise me to have any self respect."

You feel a twinge of anger building. This can't be true. This can't be happening.

Your darling daughter goes on. "Then he fucked all my holes. Then he invited all his friends over to fuck my holes. I told them that they were better daddies to me than my real daddy!"

"Stop it!" you shout. You don't know what to do right now. Your whole world is crumbling.

"He told me they were going to **** me and treat me horrible. And I told them that's what I want." Kelly licks her lips. Is she coming on to you? Is she doing that while simultaneously telling you this story? And is it working? You feel your pants tighten a bit. "But I won't go to them if you give me what I want first. Please, Daddy, punish me. Hit me."

The image of Brad and his asshole friends doing this to your daughter flutters through your mind. You can't get it out. You try. You can't.

Kelly starts to beg. "Please, Daddy. Please, please, please!" You try to resist. "Please! I can still taste his cock in my mouth."

You can't resist, you smack her across the face hard.

She falls to the ground and shrieks. But it's a shriek of pleasure. Then she gets back up on her knees. "Again, Daddy!"

You can't. You do. Harder than you thought yourself capable. She falls to the ground again. Her whole body shudders. She's in so much pleasure right now.

You take a step back.

"No, Daddy! Don't go! More! Please! More!"

"What more can I do?" you find yourself asking. It's more of a rhetorical question. But Kelly has an answer.