It was a late Thursday night. A couple of friends were laughing it up and downing drinks. Well, at least most of them were. But tonight, one of them skipped the alcohol and ordered some lighter fare. His name was Patrick, and his body language - slouched in his seat, looking restless - signaled that he didn't want to stay long. His buddy, Frank, downed his third fireball before turning to face him. 

 

"Something wrong, Patty? No drinks tonight?"

 

"Nah. I decided for once I didn't want a headache after getting up for work."

 

"I get that, but c'mon, Pat, not even a pint?"

 

"I'm fine, really."

 

He chomped down on his last fried cheese stick and left some money on the counter. 

 

"Here, Frankie, just in case you want another round. See ya tomorrow."

 

Frank chuckled as Patrick patted him on the back and headed out. He pushed the money towards the bartender. 

 

"Gimme another fireball, my good man!"

 

--

 

Patrick got home without incident. He parked the car and entered his house, just like any other time - only this time, he wasn't drunk. But he still turned the lights off and sat on the couch as if he was. He had a bit of a plan in his head - he figured out that, last Friday, someone had performed a sex act on him while he slept. If he came home and acted like he was asleep, he could catch whoever did it and hopefully bring them to justice. He was a tough guy, so if he caught them off guard, he could subdue them before they could really react. 

 

*creeeaaak*

 

Upstairs, a door had opened up. Patrick closed his eyes and began to breath a bit harder than normal, looking as relaxed as he could. He couldn't hear any footsteps. Maybe they were too quiet to notice over his breathing? He could hear someone else breathing hard with him - the tone seemed feminine. He instantly felt something prod against his crotch, undoing the spot he would normally take off to piss. It was probably the best time to spring into action. As quickly as he could, he grabbed the arm and opened his eyes.

 

"Gotcha-!"

 

In front of him was his own daughter. He stopped.

 

"Penny?"

Before he could ask her anything, she grabbed his wrists and legs, then morphed them into heavy cuffs. He grunted, struggling as best as he could. 

 

"Sto- what are you do-"

 

A third arm sprung from underneath one of Penny's normal arms and stuffed itself down his open mouth, almost going down his throat. He gagged, trying to prevent himself from vomiting. Penny looked... beyond angry. 

 

"Shut. Up."

 

She spoke softly, lowering herself onto his cock. He shook his head, making noises while he fruitlessly struggled against her. Another arm popped out, morphing into a fist to punch him a few times. 

 

"STOP MOVING!"

 

Patrick whimpered, complying with her and keeping his movement to a minimum. He breathed hard as Penny rode him. She looked less aroused and more... cathartic. 

 

"Now, daddy, I want you to fuck me and get me pregnant, since that fff- that fuck Gumball won't do it, because he's too busy getting fucked by his little queer friend to care about me." 

 

Patrick was frankly scared by Penny - using such vile language while doing something unspeakable to him. But he couldn't do anything. All he could do was sit there and watch. Penny gritted her teeth. 

 

"I'll fucking get back at that fucking gay bitch... and his shitty little friend, too..."

 

She looked in his eyes, seeing Patrick's fear and revulsion. 

 

"WHAT!?"

 

Patrick looked down, anything to keep his eyes away from Penny's gaze. She continued fucking him, muttering obscenities and slurs under her breath. A few minutes of quiet hate-fucking later, and Patrick could feel that he was going to cum. He squirmed, not wanting to cum inside his own daughter. Penny made another arm just to punch him into submission; he stopped squirming and sat still as he hit his peak. Penny's arm still in his throat, he released a few muffled moans as his cock twitched inside Penny, making Penny herself grind him like mad. She looked angrier than before. 

 

"C'mon, daddy. Fuck me. If you don't, I'm gonna beat the shit out of you and-... Nnngh..."

 

Warm pussy juices coated and dripped down Patrick's cock. He closed his eyes and lightly bit on Penny's third arm. He felt his manhood throbbing inside his daughter. And then he felt his orgasm, thick ropes of warm semen painting Penny's insides, like he hadn't had sex with his wife in years. Penny thrust hard onto him, her teeth bared, the cuffs that were her arms and legs restricting the blood flow to Patrick's extremities. She thrust a few more times, milking him for all he was worth in her mind. She sighed once she finished, still looking angry while she got off his cock. 

 

"Don't tell anyone about this or I'll... I'll... I'll keep you bound and gagged in the cellar, I don't know. But you won't like it." 

 

Warm ejaculate running from her cunt and down her leg, she hobbled up the stairs, holding her belly. Patrick, meanwhile, was too wiped out to even move. Either that, or he was too scared. He slid sideways on the couch and went off to sleep, still piecing together what had happened.