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Apex Predator

\n\n

Things started to go bad right when my wife busted in on me\njerking off into one of our daughter’s bras. Christ, when I think about it, I\nguess I was always going to get caught. Really was just a matter of when.

\n\n

I don’t know what’s wrong with me, exactly, if it was the\nsteroids or the hard drugs I lived on all those years in the ring, but my brain\ndon’t work right, because I’ve been wanting to fuck my little girl ever since\nshe started sprouting titties, about four years ago, and I don’t think that’s\nsomething most daddies with normal brains ever really consider. Or, if they do\nconsider it, they don’t spend so much time thinking about it. But with me and\nmy busted, tangled, kicked-too-many-times mind, it’s been a whip across my soul\nfor four fucking years.

\n\n

Now I ain’t touched her, not never. I been able to keep\nmyself in check, mostly by cranking my cock over vacation pictures of her in\nher bikini, or emptying my load into her laundry. Lord Alfuckingmighty, I\nremember the first time I did it. She was off at school—first day of high\nschool, matter of fact. Esther, her momma, was off visiting her folks down in\nSan Diego. I had just retired that summer, and it was slowly dawning on me that\nour marriage had managed to work only because, as long as I was out wrestling\nfor the big Pay-Per-Views that bought our house, she and I never had to really\nspeak. But since I retired, it had been one knock-down-drag-out after the next,\nand she’d taken more frequent trips just to get out of the house, which left me\nalone most of the time with Charlotte, our fifteen year-old daughter. This was four years ago. She's nineteen, now.

\n\n

And so, I figured I’d feed the monster in my brain just\nenough of a morsel to be able to trust myself when she came home. But when I\npulled up the usual pictures of her on my laptop and pulled out my cock, it\njust wasn’t enough. The idea struck me, then, and almost like I had no control\nover myself, I went upstairs, into her bedroom. I stood there for a while,\nsavoring the smell of young sweat and perfume before sliding open her closet\nand staring down at her hamper. Right there, on top, was a bright pink bra from\nPINK by Victoria’s Secret. I knelt, scooped it up. The tag back then said 32B.\nHer tits have gotten bigger, since. The one Esther caught me with last week was\na 32DD. But that first time, holy shit. I wrapped that bright neon pink cup\naround my shaft and closed my eyes, felt the silk, imagined what her tits would\nfeel like…my daughter’s tits. I imagined my hands around her throat, the press\nof my lips against hers, my tongue in her mouth, her hands tied to the bedpost,\nbody splashed in cum. Her father’s cum. Daddy’s cum. I imagined her crying,\nbegging me to stop, and that’s what did it. White fire burned out the world and\nI emptied myself into the cup of her bra. I came so hard and for so long that I\nwas almost afraid some of what came out might be blood. When my vision cleared,\nand I looked down, there was almost enough cum to fill the cup entirely.

\n\n

Now, when I tell you that I tried every drug at least twice\nduring my time in the WWE, you know to believe me. And when I tell you that the\nhigh of nutting into my high school freshman daughter’s b-cup bra was the\nsingular most exhilarating, body-trembling cosmic fucking experience I had ever\nexperienced in mind or body, you’d better believe it double.

\n\n

I tossed the bra back into the laundry basket and left her\nroom.

\n\n

And then, over the next four years, I did the same damn\nthing a few hundred more times. It was a drug that never wore off.

\n\n

Again, I don’t know what it is. Maybe I just stopped looking\nat her like my daughter. That barrier broke, or withered from the abuse I put\nmy mind and body through over the years. Maybe it was never there. But I know\nthat ain’t true. Because part of the thrill, part of the attraction is that\nshe’s my daughter, my flesh and blood, my baby girl.

\n\n

Maybe it’ll help if you knew what she looks like.

\n\n

Five foot four inches tall. The raven-dark wildness of her\nhair she got from her mother, along with her DD tits. Her world-class ass she\nearned herself, running six miles a day five days a week, part of a healthy\nobsession with fitness she got from her old man. Her eyes are emeralds and her\nlips are plump and soft and her skin is freckled across her nose and cheeks.\nMore freckles dust the tops of her breasts. Her thighs, from running, are thick\nand thunderous and they look like they could crush a skull between them if she\ntried hard enough. She’s perfect, a goddamn sex-goddess, and she’s my baby\ngirl. I have to protect her. That’s my duty, handed down from God, and that\nmeans I have to protect her from me. And the Lord don’t give no test that a man\ncan’t handle and that’s the goddamn truth.

\n\n

So, I fed the devil in me morsels, busted off in her bras\nand panties, humped off on her pillow, then jerked off in the shower or before\nbed thinking about how she would sleep on that pillow, wear those bras and\npanties, and how in a way, that was as good as fucking her, and I told myself\nthat she was safe.

\n\n

Of course, then Esther comes home from one of her massage\nsessions early to find me standing in our daughter’s room, a leopard print DD\nbra cup wrapped around my cock, and that was really the beginning of the end.

\n\n

I didn’t argue with anything that came after. The divorce,\nthe money she got, the house and the sportscar she bought with it, her taking\nCharlotte away from me, as long as she didn’t go to the press or the cops, I\ndidn’t care. She promised she wouldn’t, only because to do otherwise would make\nthings harder on Charlotte. I told her I was sick, that I hadn’t been in\ncontrol of myself, that it was probably all the drugs and the steroids and the\nkicks in the head. I promised I would get help, see a doctor, get it taken care\nof. I lied.

\n\n

Maybe I shouldn’t have. Maybe I should have talked to\nsomeone. Because what I didn’t realize was, without that outlet, without those\nmorsels, the devil in me would start to starve.

\n\n

And believe me, I tried everything. I tried the vacation\npictures. I tried buying bras and panties identical to the ones my daughter\nwears and jerking off into those. I even tried finding a prostitute that looked\nlike her, but there aren’t any. Girls that look like my daughter don’t hook.\nThey’re either models or porn stars or, these days, both.

\n\n

I ain’t gotta tell you that none of that shit worked.

\n\n

And the devil in me just got hungrier and angrier until I\ncouldn’t sleep. Until I was replaced entirely by the hunger, by the need, and\nmy dick wouldn’t go soft until it was assuaged.

\n\n

Like I said. There was no high greater, and I ain’t never\nfiended for nothin’ harder.

\n\n

I started driving around their new neighborhood in dark\nsunglasses, waiting to catch a glimpse of my little girl on one of her runs,\ncareful to stay out of view. The restraining order Esther got was a doozy.

\n\n

Took me a few days, but I finally spotted her.

\n\n

Goddamn, what a sight my daughter is in motion. Everything\nmoving in all directions at once, like water, like light.

\n\n

She came down the quiet suburban street around 7pm, the sun’s\nass just starting to touch the horizon.

\n\n

Her freckled tits bounced in her Fendy sports bra, and her\nsweat-slick thighs glistened in the streetlights as they winked on. Her hair\nwas done up in a tight bun and as she passed my car, I pulled my cock right out\nof my jeans and tugged it watching her ass jiggle in her tight black shorts.

\n\n

It felt good. But it still wasn’t enough to make me cum. By\nthen, I was terrified of what would be. I guess I already knew the answer.

\n\n

She completed this loop six times before stopping, checking\nher FitBit, and walking in through the front door of the brand-spanking-new\nugly-as-sin McMansion her mother bought with the divorce settlement. The time\nwas 7:45pm.

\n\n

When I got home that night, I wept, naked in front of the\nmirror, pawing uselessly at my cock with a fistful of panties no one had ever\nworn or would ever wear.

\n\n

It was no use.

\n\n

I was hopeless.

\n\n

And then, right there, it hit me. The man in the mirror. I\nmet his eyes. I took in his frame. The wide, muscled globes of his shoulders,\nthe enormity of his arms, the veins that ran through him thicker than pencils.\nHis solid, square chest, his throbbing red cock. Every inch of him had been\nconditioned and abused for three decades to athletic perfection. And, when\nperfection had been achieved, the steroids had taken him the rest of the way,\ncarried his physique into realms of brute strength that mankind was never meant\nto achieve. It was an old body, now. But it was still mighty.

\n\n

It was then I realized what I am, and what I am is a beast. A\npredator.

\n\n

Apex! That’s what they called me, in the ring. That was the\ntrademarked name on the action figures of me on Walmart shelves. The word\ntattooed on my right forearm in blood red gothic font.

\n\n

Apex! Apex! Apex!

\n\n

An Apex Goddamn Predator is goddamn right, and I am not to\nbe denied.

\n\n

So I made my plans. They weren’t complicated.

\n\n

I bought the ski-mask in cash from the Dick’s Sporting Goods\nin Anaheim. Rope and duct tape I got from the Ace Hardware in the shopping\nplaza across the street. The knife I already owned.

\n\n

The drive out to the new house was nice. I kept the windows\ndown, let that sweet desert twilight into the car, let it cool the sweat that\ncovered me.

\n\n

I parked the car in a cul-de-sac two streets over, took my\nduffle bag full of supplies out of the trunk and walked casually through a\ncouple yards until I got to my daughter’s front door. There was only one car in\nthe driveway, the little Mazda sportscar Esther had given to Charlotte.\nEsther’s was gone.

\n\n

This simplified things. My ex-wife would be gone.

\n\n

It would just be me and my daughter.

\n\n

The way it should have been all along.

\n\n

I walked around back and put on the ski-mask and the black\nhoodie that covered my tattoo—she would recognize it if she saw it—and checked\nthe time. A little after 7:30. She’d be home from her run, soon.

\n\n

I broke the back sliding glass door open with the butt of my\nsurvival knife. The alarm went off, which I had counted on, but the code was\nthe same it had always been.

\n\n

Charlotte’s birthday.

\n\n

The alarm went silent.

\n\n

Then, footsteps on the stairs.

\n\n

“Mom?”

\n\n

I looked up, and there she was.

\n\n

Charlotte. Standing on the stairs in her shimmering gold\nsports bra and black running shorts. Her hair was loose and wet with sweat, and\ncascade over her shoulders, stuck to the freckled, blood-flushed tops of her\nsweaty breasts.

\n\n

She saw me, a masked man, dressed entirely in black,\nstanding in her kitchen.

\n\n

My daughter screamed and ran up the stairs.

\n\n

She was fast.

\n\n

I was faster.

\n\n

She was\nable to make it to her room, but I was right behind her. I caught the slamming\ndoor with my left hand. I tossed the blade into my left hand and, with my\nright, I grabbed her by the hair.

\n\n

“No!” She\nscreamed, spinning, flailing her fists. They bounced off me harmlessly. Muscles\nthat have been abused to failure six hours a day six days a week for thirty\nyears don’t give into much, and they sure don’t give against a teenage girl’s\npanicked fists.

\n\n

With my free hand I hit her, hard across the face with the\nbut of the knife. Hard enough that she went limp from the shock, dropped her\narms to her sides. I spun her around, pressed her back to me. Her perfect ass\npressed against my aching cock. I tasted the sweat in her hair and with my\nright hand, I groped my daughter’s breasts through her sports bra. I savored\nthis for an instant. Then, I threw her onto the ground, onto her stomach.

\n\n

It was at this point that I realized I had left my duffle\nbag downstairs, in the kitchen. The one with the rope in it.

\n\n

I was forced to improvise.

\n\n

I leapt onto her, pinning her beneath my weight. She struggled, flailed, thrashed,\nscreamed.

\n\n

“GET THE\nFUCK OFF ME!”

\n\n

While I had\nher pinned, I was able to work my cock out of my boxers. I straddled her back,\nkeeping the flat of the blade in my left hand on the back of her head, pressing\nher face to the carpet. I didn’t really want to hurt her. I just wanted her to\nfeel the steel. To know that it was there.

\n\n

“PLEASE\nSTOP!”

\n\n

“Oh,\nfuck,” I moaned. Then I stopped, panicked that she had recognized my voice. But\nshe gave no indication that that was the case. She just went right on\nscreaming.

\n\n

“PLEASE!”

\n\n

I slid my\ncock underneath the spandex of her sports bra, started grinding against the\nsweat-slick flesh of her back.

\n\n

I grunted,\nroared like an animal, and the pure and blinding light lent by lust illuminated\nthe whole of God’s creation.

\n\n

I had\nfailed in my duties as a parent. Failed to protect her from the beast.

\n\n

And now\nthat that line was crossed, I was truly free. Free to do whatever the fuck I\nwanted.

\n\n

I humped\nher back, watched the shaft of my cock slide under the gold fabric.

\n\n

“WHAT…THE\nFUCK…WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” She managed between sobs.

\n\n

There was\nstill the problem, I knew, of binding her without the rope.

\n\n

Inspiration\nstruck.

\n\n

I pulled\nmy cock from the sports bra, lifted the knife from the back of her head and\nslashed the bra from her body. I pulled it out from under her.

\n\n

“Don’t\nfucking move,” I grunted, disguising my voice as best I could. It was good\nenough, though I’m sure I heard her voice catch against it.

\n\n

I had to\nmove fast.

\n\n

She didn’t\nstruggle while I used the torn sports bra to bind her hands behind her back.\nShe just went right on crying.

\n\n

“Why…” she\nsobbed. “Why are you doing this to me?”

\n\n

Once her\nhands were tied, I tugged the shorts off of her, revealing a sweat-soaked ass\nas round as a fucking apple. Pale flesh flushed rouge.

\n\n

“Oh god,”\nI moaned. I couldn’t help it.

\n\n

My face\nfell into her flesh and she screamed. I licked and bit my daughter’s ass-cheeks\nlike a wild man, as if committing this act is the only thought I’d had for\nyears. And, in many ways, it was.

\n\n

She\nthrashed and screamed. I tasted the salt of her sweat. I pressed the knife’s\nflat edge against her.

\n\n

“Stop\nmoving,” I grunted.

\n\n

“GET THE\nFUCK OFF OF ME!”

\n\n

This time,\nit was my turn to yell.

\n\n

I flipped\nthe knife around and cut a small scratch into her. Just enough for her to yelp\nin pain, draw a little blood.

\n\n

“SHUT THE\nFUCK UP!” I howled.

\n\n

I drove\nthe knife into the carpet inches from her face. Her face went blank for a\nmoment, stunned into stillness.

\n\n

I used\nthis moment to flip her onto her back, presenting me with a full view of her\ntits.

\n\n

My God,\nthey were better than I could have imagined. Her nipples were wide as silver\ndollars, stiff and reddened from chafing against the carpet.

\n\n

I spat and\nslobbered and groped, glad for two free hands to lift my daughter’s breasts to\nmy mouth. I bit and licked and sucked. She whimpered and begged me to stop,\nwhich only made me bite harder.

\n\n

At last, I\nbacked away, pressed her tits together and slipped my cock in between them.\nThere was nothing she could do to escape. She looked up at me, face wet and red\nfrom tears, bruised and purpling where I had hit her. She was so goddamn pretty\nit hurt.

\n\n

I spat\nonto her tits, adding lube for my cock. I couldn’t believe this was happening.\nThat I was doing what I was doing. That it felt so good. So right.

\n\n

I spat\nagain, this time onto her freckled face. She winced, but kept staring at me.

\n\n

Terror\nwashed over me, then. That she knew who I was. I panicked.

\n\n

“Don’t\nfucking look at me,” I grunted.

\n\n

She didn’t\nlisten.

\n\n

Her hands\nappeared in front of her, pushing me away…

\n\n

She had\nfreed herself from the knot!

\n\n

Nails\nraked down my face, hooked into the ski-mask’s eye-holes.

\n\n

The mask\nfell from my face as I scrambled backwards.

\n\n

“D…dad?”

\n\n

I looked\nup.

\n\n

The look\non my baby girl’s face, sweaty, bruised, cannot be described.

\n\n

She\nstarted to shake, her arms trembled as she lifted them to cover her breasts.\nHer eyes darted around the room.

\n\n

“Dad…dad…”\nshe kept repeating. “Dad…”

\n\n

“I’m…I’m\nsorry, Charlie.”

\n\n

Her eyes\nlanded on my cock, still erect, followed it as I stood up.

\n\n

Her\nstomach heaved, and she bent over, looked like she was going to vomit.

\n\n

“NO!” she\nscreamed.

\n\n

“I’m\nsorry, baby girl.” I knelt, pulled the knife out of the floor. “But I’m not\ndone yet.”

\n\n

Her eyes flashed\nup to meet mine.

\n\n

“What…what\nare you…”

\n\n

I grabbed\nher by the throat, pressed the tip of the knife to her bruised cheek.

\n\n

I bent\nover, brought my mouth to her ear.

\n\n

“You have\nno idea how long daddy’s wanted this.”

\n\n

She\nstarted to cry again.

\n\n

“Did you\nknow?” I asked. “Did you know daddy’s been jerking off into your underwear?”

\n\n

“What…what?”\nshe gasped. “No…”

\n\n

“Since\nyour were fourteen years old, you pretty little cunt.” I dropped the knife to\nher tits, dragged the cold steel across them, tracing red lines between the\nfreckles. “You’ve been wearing daddy’s cum for the past four years.”

\n\n

“No,” she\nmoans. “no no no no. Mom said…mom said…”

\n\n

“Mom was\nright.”

\n\n

I touch my\ntongue to her cheek, drag it up the side of her face.

\n\n

“Don’t\nfucking move,” I say. “I’m gonna make this last.”

\n\n

“Dad,\nplease—”

\n\n

“I’m gonna\nuse every fucking inch of you.”

\n\n

I positioned\nhimself behind her, tucked his cock under her armpit, grabbed her by the shoulders,\nput the knife to her throat and fucked her armpit like a pussy.

\n\n

“Dad…dad…What\nthe fuck are you doing?!”

\n\n

“I can’t\nstop, baby girl,” I watched the head of my cock poke out above her quivering\nbreasts. “You’re all I think about. All I want to do is RAPE YOU! It’s all I\nfucking think about anymore.”

\n\n

I almost\ncame, then, but I stopped, pulled my cock from her armpit, my fingers buried in\nher hair.

\n\n

I leaned\nin close again.

\n\n

“You\nweren’t supposed to know it was me. In a way, this is all your fault.”

\n\n

“I don’t\nwant…I don’t want this. Dad….dad PLEASE!”

\n\n

Standing\nbehind her, my hands lashed downward, flung her arms away from her breasts and\nseized them. She screamed.

\n\n

“I don’t\ncare what you want anymore. This is what I want. And I’m gonna take it.\nWhenever I fucking want it!”

\n\n

“No…Oh my\nGod…Oh my God…”

\n\n

I pushed her\nforward so that she fell onto the bed, her still-clothed ass presented to me.

\n\n

“No…please!\nWhat are you doing? Oh my God!”

\n\n

I paused\nonly briefly, the head of my cock pressed against that sacred heat.

\n\n

“Dad!\nDon’t!”

\n\n

But I didn’t\nlisten.

\n\n

I plunged\nmy cock into my daughter’s pussy.

\n\n

Ironically,\nshe didn’t scream. Everything tightened. Her fingers curled and spasmed like\ntwo dying spiders. Her voice became a breathless staccato in her throat.

\n\n

I pulled\nout, plunged back in, sending shockwaves through the flesh of her ass.

\n\n

Again.

\n\n

And again.

\n\n

My thrusts\nwere violent. My fingers dug into her flesh. I grunted and roared like an\nanimal.

\n\n

Like a\nbeast.

\n\n

“This is\nlove, BABY! DADDY LOVES YOU! DADDY LOVES YOU!”

\n\n

I lost all\ncontrol, then, and in that clarity, as I dragged my fingernails down my daughter’s\nback, I knew that this would be the last time, though it was only the first. I\nknew what I had to do.

\n\n

“Please…”\nmy daughter managed to gasp. “Please…” but the plea is shallow and lifeless.\nShe knew there was no hope of stopping me.

\n\n

“Here it\ncomes, baby girl!” I grunted.

\n\n

“No!” she\nscreamed. “Not inside…not inside me!”

\n\n

“Shut the\nfuck…up…”

\n\n

I fell\nforward with my last few thrusts, bit deep into her shoulder…

\n\n

“DADDY\nNO!”

\n\n

It was too\nlate. I came hard, deep into my daughter’s pussy.

\n\n

But, to my\nhorror, it wasn’t enough.

\n\n

I lay on\ntop of her, sweaty, gasping, feeling fresh sobs wrack her body, and I realized\neven this hadn’t been enough. My cock was still hard.

\n\n

I was\nstill hungry.

\n\n

I pulled\nout of her, furious, as though it was her fault. And maybe it was.

\n\n

I spun her\nback around to face me.

\n\n

“No, dad!\nIt’s over! You came!”

\n\n

She slid\ndown the side of the bed to sit on the floor.

\n\n

“It’s over\nwhen I say it is, bitch!”

\n\n

I pulled\nher face up at me, pressed my cock against her lips, smearing them with her own\njuices and her daddy’s cum.

\n\n

“Look at\nme! Look at what you do to daddy!”

\n\n

She shut\nher eyes, tightened her lips.

\n\n

I dropped\nmy cock to her chest once more, started grinding against her sternum, her tits.

\n\n

My hands\nknew what to do, then. They moved to her throat.

\n\n

My fingers\nclosed around it as I thrusted, as my cock slid across my daughter’s scratched\nand luscious flesh.

\n\n

Her\nfingers clawed at mine. Her eyes went eyes, panicked, breathless, reddening.

\n\n

“I’m\nsorry, baby girl.” I grunted. “This is what I want.”

\n\n

My fingers\ntightened, held their grip.

\n\n

My thrusts\nagainst her increased in violence as she went limp, and when her eyes finally\nrolled backwards into her skull, when the last bit of life fled her features\nand her as collapsed to the floor, when it became clear that she had died, and\nthat I was now molesting my daughter’s corpse, titfucking her dead body, only\nthen did I cum again.

\n\n

I roared,\nbellowed.

\n\n

“YOU\nBITCH! YOU BITCH! LOOK! WHAT! YOU! MADE! ME! DO!”

\n\n

Cum\nlaunched from the head of my cock in a river that slapped her dead chin,\nsplashed across her freckled tits.

\n\n

There.\nThat was it. That was the heaven I had hungered for. The gratification the\nbeast needed to be sated.

\n\n

I stood up\nslowly, stared down at her corpse.

\n\n

It was so\nbeautiful. And it would be a shame to leave it here for her mother to find.

\n\n

I knew\nwhat I was, now. And I knew what I needed.

\n\n

I dressed\nand walked back to the car, drove it into the driveway and parked with the\ntrunk open. Then, I went back upstairs and wrapped my daughter’s corpse in the\nsheets from her bed and carried her downstairs and put her in the trunk. No one\nsaw me.

\n\n

Before I\nshut the trunk, I leaned down and kissed her exposed face.

\n\n

“We’ve\nonly just begun,” I told her, and flecked a bit of drying cum from her chin.\n“Just wait till we get home.”

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