Tell and show what happened to her mother

"Do you know how you were born? Or rather conceived?" You ask while running your hand down her spine, feeling the cold sweat trickle down her skin. Her exhausted breathing makes her shoulder blades tremble. You pause for a moment to admire the view and then continue. "I invaded your mother's bedroom and fucked her nicely. Yes," you laugh softly, sounding like a cinematic villain "not only you were fucked as a piece of meat, it was done by your own father."

Her gagged moan of despair is barely audible. The pain and humiliation she feels must be so overwhelming. A slap lands on her smooth asscheek, making her twist. Your spread fingers leave distinct bright marks on her flesh."But it is not all, not only I fucked your mother's cunt... I ravaged her ass in a way she had never experienced before. When I finished, I left her totally destroyed. I think she never was the same afterward"

You are basking in your monologue, enjoying every tiny marvelous second of your power over your daughter, the Croft family's most chaste and innocent member. "So you see," you continue, your voice turning colder and colder, "your whole existence is nothing but a result of my perverted lust and cruelty. In fact, I intentionally made you to fuck you later. It is your fate, cunt. Just like your sisters'"

Another slap lands on her other ass cheek, making her shiver more. You lean closer, your hot breath tickling her ear. "You are a smart girl, I think you know now what happened to Kate?" you whisper. "I fucked her just minutes before coming to you. Her cunt juices are also in you now. Later, I'll make her lick you there, she is an obedient fucktoy now and will do as I command."

You squeeze her ass, feeling it trying to wriggle away from your grip. "Now, let us enjoy the rest of the process. I don't believe that woman can be truly claimed before her ass has been fucked. Virginity is what separates a girl from a woman, anal virginity is what separates a woman from a fuckmeat. And you are going to be a fine piece of meat indeed."

You step back, looking at her naked, tired, and humiliated body with satisfaction. After announcing your intentions, you deprave her from any touches, from any words, from any information. She is left alone with her thoughts and fears for a long minute. Then you waste no time and invade her ass as quickly as possible.

You enter her tight asshole without any warning, chains can't fully prevent her back from arching and the gag does little to muffle her scream. You never thought that a gagged person could produce sounds so loud and intense. With each thrust, you feel the walls of her rectum chaotically clench around your cock, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Even the whip didn't **** Jessica to scream like this. Music, it is music for you.

She resists more than ever. Is it pure animalistic instinct awakened by pain? Is it her knowing who you are? Is it her knowing about Kate's fate? Whatever it is, she struggles fiercely against the restraints, making her neck strain. The veins on her forearms bulge under the strain. Her whipped tits, pressed against the wall, are hidden from your view but you can imagine them changing their shape with every forceful thrust.

Your pace increases, driven by the exquisite sensation of living your darkest fantasies. The room echoes with the sound of your heavy breathing and Jessica's **** cries, both mixing into a single, demented melody. Your hands hold her by the narrow waist, her body jerking under your control.

Suddenly, her resistance vanishes. She goes limp. Her body gave everything it could in this last fight, its strength was finally depleted. Even the clench of her asshole relaxes but you are too close to really care or change your rhythm. With a final deep groan, you empty yourself inside her, filling her completely. The hot cum flows freely from your cock, flooding her insides. Even that fails to wake her up.

You pull out slowly, savoring the relaxed feeling of your cock sliding out of her tight hole. You take a few moments to catch your breath, enjoying the sight of your daughter's relaxed form. Only a thick layer of sweet on her body and a mix of juices on her thighs ruin the serenity. Her breathing is relaxed, her muscles aren't tense anymore, her hair is motionless, and silence fills the room.

You are not a medic but she looks relatively fine. Besides, it is a cinematic universe in which protagonists shrug of bullets as if they are mosquito bites. Just leaving her there should be safe. But do you want to give poor Jessica any rest?