Hush Little Baby

Pairing: Dark!Cordell x Stella 
Rating: 18
Warnings: Incest (Father/Daughter), Sexualisation of Past Trauma (Rape/Abuse)
Tags: Difficulty Orgasming, Twisted Ideas of Good Parenting, Degradation, Humiliation, Rough Sex, Sexualisation of Rape, Pain, Forced Orgasm, Slapping, Spitting
Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: This is dark. Like I’m serious, this is fucked up. I want to make it clear that this is absolutely not a healthy situation; this is an adult taking advantage of his scared and vulnerable eighteen year old daughter. This is fiction, this is fantasy. This is something I’ve written to help me process some of my own feelings and trauma with related issues. I do not condone this behaviour. If any of the warnings above are an issue for you, please protect yourself and do not read.

Cordell listens outside Stella’s door, hovering. She’s crying. That’s not unusual, she’s been crying her whole life – children cry, Cordell knows that. 

It’s the middle of the night. Stella stays up late most nights, especially since her mom died. Not that Cordell was around for most of the year following that particular family tragedy, but she’s always stayed up late since he’s moved back home. He always stays up late too. 

At first, he’d cry and drink. He had tried to give up the drinking when he started living with the kids again, but that just made him cry with anger. So now he’s drinking again, but he’s crying less. Stella’s crying more. 

Cordell is too drunk to be dealing with this right now – that’s what he should be thinking. This isn’t new. He should just leave her alone and go to bed; let father and daughter cry themselves to sleep in separate rooms like they have plenty of nights before. Except, Cordell is also too drunk to let any of that stop him. 

His baby girl is crying, and he’s going to help her. 

He knocks softly against her door with the back of his knuckles, careful not to wake August in the room down the hall. Stella rakes in a shocked, crackling breath, startled by the disruption. There’s a scramble as Cordell pushes open the door to find Stella burrowing under the covers and turning away from him, hiding her face. It’s too late, though; Cordell had seen the tear tracks, and the red rimmed eyes. He can still hear her sniffing, unsuccessfully trying to stifle her sobs.

“Baby girl?” Cordell calls softly, shutting the door behind him gently as he moves to sit on the edge of her bed. He sets the fifth of whiskey, mostly empty, down on her nightstand, and reaches a hand out. Stella flinches away from him, a lumpy mass under a feather comforter with her mom’s homespun quilt thrown across the top, red hair poking out from beneath the covers. 

“Stels, what’s going on?” he tries again, voice smooth, and steadier than he feels. 

“Go away,” Stella pouts, voice breaking on another sob, and still obstinately facing the other direction. Cordell can tell she’s pouting though, it’s easy to hear in her voice.  

“Baby girl, talk to me. Please,” Cordell begs, finally getting his hands on her, and trying to roll her towards him so they can talk. “Whatever it is, let me help,” he pleads gently, shaking her by the shoulder in a way that he means to be comforting. 

“You can’t help me with this,” she insists petulantly, fighting his efforts to turn her over. 

“Your ol’ dad’s not as useless as you think,” he tries to lighten the mood, but Stella doesn’t bite. “Stella,” he sighs, hoisting himself further onto her bed, but he stops, confused when he sits down on something hard. 

Dropping his hands off of his daughter for a moment, Cordell reaches under the comforter and fishes out the object. To be perfectly honest he was expecting it to be some kind of alcohol. It felt round and thin when he’d sat on it, the kind of bottle a girl could easily sneak into her jacket or her bag when no one was looking. He’s not expecting to see a bright pink cock in his hand when it finally emerges from beneath the blankets. But, here he is, holding his daughter’s vibrator. Stella realises a moment too late what’s just happened. 

“Dad!” she shrieks, whipping around to grab the toy from Cordell, completely forgetting to keep herself covered by the quilt in the process. The way her small little breasts bounce when she lashes out draws Cordell’s eyes. He’s helpless. Stella’s bare chest is mesmerising; he wonders if the rest of her is naked too – wishes for it, even, though he’ll blame that on the alcohol gladly. 

Cordell is speechless, staring at his little girl; naked, holding a sex toy, tears still staining her cheeks. That didn’t fit this picture. 

“Stella, why were you crying?” Cordell asks again, shamelessly curious now. Was she ashamed to be masturbating? Is that why she’s been crying these past two years? 

Suddenly realising her predicament, Stella drops the vibrator and pulls a pillow in front of her body, blocking herself from Cordell’s view. Truthfully, that will make this conversation easier for him. He can feel the taboo of the situation starting to stir feelings inside himself that he hasn’t felt for a long while – not since Emily had died. 

“I–” Stella breaks off. She can’t bring herself to say whatever it is she’s trying to say, the words clearly sticking in her throat as she tries to swallow around them. Cordell sees the tears begin to brim in her eyes again, and she draws in a shuddering breath before she cracks, and he’s pulling her into his arms. 

Stella cries as Cordell cradles her against his chest, small and shaking, like a frightened animal. His little baby girl is sobbing into him, and it breaks his heart. He needs to know what’s making her feel like this, he needs to fix it. 

“Shh,” Cordell whispers, rocking them back and forth on her bed. “Shh, I’ve got ya, baby girl. Daddy’s got you.” 

“I can’t do it,” Stella finally manages to stutter, her voice clotted with tears. 

“You can tell me anything babydoll, I promise. Daddy’s here,” Cordell soothes, combing her long, red hair through his fingers. 

“No,” she sobs harder, “that’s what I’m saying. I– I can’t,” she gulps down more air, trying to force out the explanation. “I can’t make it work. I’m broken.” 

Cordell is trying to understand, but he really has no idea what she means. 

“You’re not broken sweetheart,” he tries to console her, but she shakes her head vigorously into his shoulder. 

“If I’m not broken then why can’t I cum?!” Stella whimpers, sobs dying down, probably due to the fact she’s running out of tears. She’s been crying for so long. Cordell takes a moment but then his eyes land on the discarded vibrator, sitting garishly in the middle of the bed, and then he understands. 

“Oh, Stella,” Cordell hugs her to him, crushing her into his chest, trying to slow down some of the shaking. The pressure seems to help a little, and after a moment she begins to calm down, her breathing starting to even out. “You know, it can be hard for girls sometimes,” he tries to explain. “You might have to experiment a little more, try a few different ways to figure out what you like the best.” 

“No,” Stella groans in embarrassment, “I know how. I used to be able to, and now I just… can’t.” 

“How long has it been?” He asks quietly, unsure he wants to go there, except he feels this invisible thread pulling him into the conversation, stitching him in place and forcing him to face up to being a parent, and being there for his child. 

Stella shakes her head again, not wanting to answer. 

“Stella,” Cordell prompts again, more seriously this time. 

“Since… since the soccer game,” she admits quietly, hiding her face in her father’s chest in shame. “Since Northside.” 

Cordell’s heart drops out of his body, his stomach isn’t even a stop along the way. Since Northside. That had been more than two years ago. But why would it… unless… 

“Stella,” Cordell’s voice shakes for the first time that night. “Baby girl, did they touch you?” He feels Stella nod against his chest. 

Cordell has dropped her and jumped from the bed in an instant, storming towards the door, and planning to jump in his truck and drive to the county prison with a shotgun. 

“NO! Daddy, please!” Stella screams, but it’s hoarse, like she can’t get enough breath to make the sounds. The pillow has dropped to the mattress, and her chest is bare again, breasts shaking enticingly as she trembles. “Daddy, please.” 

She’s crying again, and Cordell can’t leave her like this. He goes back to the bed and pulls her into his arms. 

“I’m gonna kill ’em. Each and every one of ‘em, I promise you, Stels,” he swears, deadly serious. 

“No,” she shakes her head vehemently. “Daddy, you don’t understand. I– I got off on it. He… they made me cum, that means I wanted it.” Stella looks up at him, lip trembling as she explains herself. “I liked it, and now I’m broken.” 

Cordell’s heart feels like it’s been punctured, the blood pulsing out into his body to all the places it shouldn’t be. He doesn’t know what to say. Of course it doesn’t mean she’s broken. She was raped, whatever her body did to cope with it at the time doesn’t mean a damn thing. But will saying that actually help? Will she believe him? Somehow, he doesn’t think so. Stella has always been stubborn, just like her mother. Once she thinks something, it’s very hard to convince her of anything else. Which really only leaves Cordell with one option. 

“Yeah, sounds like you are broken,” Cordell muses, and Stella’s head shoots up. 

“What?” she sniffles. 

“That’s pretty fucked up, Stella. Coming when a guy’s raping you?” Cordell scoffs, rolling his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she shrinks away from him, trying to wipe her tears away. 

“You don’t have to apologise,” Cordell shrugs, reaching for the whiskey he left on her nightstand and taking a deep drink, letting the alcohol kindle the fire he needs to get him through this. He’s gonna fix this. He can’t fix any other goddamn thing in his life lately, but he’s gonna fix his little girl. 

Stella is staring up at him with wide, wet eyes. The same shade of brown as Emily’s. That helps. 

“Get rid of the comforter,” Cordell says casually, standing up and unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt, rolling them up to his elbows. 

“Daddy?” Stella asks shakily, watching his fingers manipulate the fabric into place. 

“I said get the fuck out of the blankets, Stella. Did you not hear me?” he snaps, taking another swig of whiskey from the bottle. She follows his instructions this time, scrambling out of the covers, and Cordell can finally see her whole body. 

She’s entirely naked, her skin soft and pale, with light dustings of red hair just above her pussy catching the light. Cordell feels his heart thump against his ribs, more blood pumping down to where he’s about to need it. He reaches down and gropes his cock through his pants, making sure Stella sees him do it. 

“You really are pretty, baby girl.” 

Stella’s whole body blushes, twitching under his attention. Her fingers are curling and uncurling rhythmically against her palms. Cordell grabs for her ankles and pulls her across the bed, so she’s laying flat on her back, breathless. Her legs are spread wide in front of him, little pink pussy pulling apart before his eyes. 

“So pretty,” Cordell breathes. He sees the lingering wetness lining her entrance from when she had been trying to get herself off earlier. “Show me what you were doin’.” 

“What?” Stella squeaks, and Cordell thinks it’s a little late for modesty. He raises his hand and brings it down hard on her clit, making her hips jump off the bed. 

“You heard me the first time, baby girl. Pick up that vibrator and show me what you were doin’ to this pretty little pussy to make yourself cum,” he snaps, and Stella reaches for her toy without hesitation. 

The sound of the vibrations fill the air between them as Stella lowers the silicon dick between her legs. She runs it slowly over her clit, down past her entrance and back up, moving the tip in tiny circles around her small bundle of nerves. After a minute or so, Cordell can see more slick beginning to gather at her entrance. 

“Fuck yourself, c’mon,” he lands a smack against her inner thigh, and Stella jerks away from him, but she also lets out a little moan. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that. Fuckin’ slut,” Cordell grins harshly and slaps her other thigh, skin pinking up under his palm. 

“Daddy,” Stella whimpers as she pushes the vibrator against her hole, gathering her slick on its tip before easing it inside. 

“Well you’re never gonna cum like that,” Cordell scoffs. He bats Stella’s hand out of the way and takes control of the toy, pressing the button on the side to turn up the vibrations and slamming it all the way into her harshly, until his knuckles are grinding against your clit. “If you got off on being raped, you’re not gonna make yourself cum by being gentle with yourself darlin’.” 

Stella sobs as Cordell slams the toy into her again, hand slapping against her skin. He grabs her arm and drags her hand back between her legs, wrapping it around the toy and giving her thigh another slap for good measure. 

“That’s it, fuck yourself for me, baby girl, or else Daddy’s gonna have to rape that little hole of yours and show you how it’s done.” 

Stella whines and speeds up her thrusts, flicking the vibrations to a different pattern and angling the toy so she could fit it deeper inside her. Her pussy is stretching around its girth beautifully, and Cordell can’t help reaching down to undo his pants, grabbing his dick and pulling it out over the waist band. 

“That’s better, isn’t it, baby?” he coos, beginning to stroke himself in time with her thrusts. He sees her hair shake up off the bed and assumes she’s nodding. Cordell looks back between her legs and sees her pussy clenching around the toy, her hand starting to falter in its rhythm. 

“You gonna cum, Stella? Gonna cum for Daddy like my good little slut?” 

Stella’s nodding again forcefully, her shoulders lifting off the bed as she scrunches in on herself. Her face is contorted with pleasure, and Cordell feels a sense of satisfaction wash through him that he was able to help her – to fix her. 

But then Stella cries out and collapses back against the bed, shaking and whimpering, and Cordell understands the problem now. She can get herself close. She can give herself hope, but she can’t push herself over the finish line. The poor thing’s basically been edging for a year. His dick throbs in his hand at the thought of how sweet her climax will be when he rips it out of her. 

“You’re fuckin’ pathetic,” he spits, standing up and beginning to strip down. 

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” Stella apologises again, hiding her face against the bed. The vibrator is still on and buzzing away in her pussy. Cordell pulls it out of her, admiring the string of slick that trails behind it. 

“Such a messy little girl,” he tsks, dropping the vibrator onto her chest. “Shame you’re such a whore you can’t get off with toys.” Cordell crawls onto the bed, climbing over her body and bracketing her in his arms. He winds his fingers in her hair and pulls, making her look him in the eye.

“You need a real man, don’t you, kiddo?” he whispers in her ear, loving the shiver that runs through her, pressing her body up against his. “Need Daddy to show you how that cunt’s supposed to be used, don’t you?” 

Stella whimpers, trying to look away again in shame. Cordell yanks on her hair again, using his free hand to slap her hard across the face. 

“Answer me you little bitch!” he growls. “Do you want your Daddy to make you cum?” Stella nods and Cordell slaps her again. 

“Say it!” 

“Make me cum for you, Daddy, please,” she begs, beginning to cry again. Cordell grins down at her. 

“There, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” he mocks her, grinding their hips together and feeling his dick slide through the wet between her legs. “You’re so fuckin’ wet, Stels,” Cordell groans, reaching down and slapping his cock against her entrance. There’s no point being gentle, it’s not like she’s a virgin, after all, so he thrusts inside in one move. Stella bites her lips to muffle the scream she almost lets out. 

“Oh my god,” she sobs, more tears running down her cheeks. Cordell bends down to lick them off her face. 

“You look so pretty like this, baby girl,” he moans, fucking into her hard, using her soft little body the way it was meant to be used. “No wonder those guys couldn’t resist you. Bet as soon as they saw how wet you were, they figured it was basically an open invitation, wasn’t it, Stels?” 

Stella blinks more tears out of her eyes, looking up at her father and nodding. 

“It was all my fault, Daddy,” she moans, starting to thrust back into his movements, instead of just lying there and taking it. 

“What did they say to you, baby?” 

“They… they told me I was a whore. That I was a pathetic little bitch.” Cordell feels Stella clenching around him as she recounts the tale. 

“How many of them were there?”

“I don’t remember,” she whines. “Five or six, maybe.” 

“How many times did you cum for them, Stels?” Cordell reaches down between their bodies and traces his finger over her clit. 

“I don’t remember, Daddy,” Stella cries, burying her head in her father’s chest, clinging on to him. 

“That many times, huh?” he laughs. “That’s fucking disgusting. Do you get how pathetic you are, baby girl? Getting off in front of all those men, letting them use you like a little plaything?” Cordell begins to rub more intentionally over her clit, groaning when she clenches her cunt around him in response. 

“Daddy, please,” Stella gasps, hips fucking back into his thrusts, her legs wrapped in a vice-like grip around his back. 

“Please what, baby?” he teases mercilessly. 

“Please make me cum, please please please.” 

“Open your mouth,” Cordell growls, and Stella obeys, sticking out her tongue without even being asked. Cordell spits, then clamps her mouth closed, making her swallow it. “Just a filthy fuckin’ whore, aren’t you, darlin’?” he grins. 

“Yes Daddy,” Stella nods desperately in agreement. 

“Say it.” 

“I’m a filthy whore,” she cries, moaning as he rubs her clit even faster. 

“What else?” 

“I’m p-pathetic,” she stutters, struggling to breathe now she’s getting so close. “Oh my god, Daddy, please.” 

“That’s it, baby,” Cordell groans, encouraging her. “That’s my filthy, pathetic, broken little fuck toy, coming on Daddy’s cock like the good little whore she is, right?” 

“Oh my god, ohmygod. Fuck, Daddy, Daddy I’m–” her words stutter off into nothing as her breath catches on her climax. Cordell slams a hand over her nose and mouth in an attempt to muffle her scream. His baby girl cumming on his cock is too much for him to take and he pulls out just in time, his load emptying hot over her throbbing cunt, the entrance still twitching noticeably. 

Cordell collapses to the side of her, panting heavily. When he looks over Stella is still shaking, fresh tears running down her face. 

“C’mere, baby,” he hushes, pulling her against his chest and holding her there gently, rocking her until her sobs begin to subside. “You did such a good job for me, Stels, I know how hard it was for you to let go like that.” 

“Th–thank you, Daddy,” she whispers into his skin. 

“Anytime you need help, you just come to me, okay, baby girl?” Cordell kisses the top of her head and feels her nod. “C’mon, let’s get some sleep.” Stella nods again and climbs under the covers when Cordell holds them up for her, but she snuggles back into him immediately when he slides under them with her. 

“Daddy?” Stella speaks up in a small voice.

“Yeah?” Cordell yawns, petting her back soothingly. 

“How did you know that would work? That I wasn’t really broken?” 

Cordell laughs softly under his breath, giving his little girl a squeeze. 

“Well, I didn’t know for sure; it was a shot in the dark,” Stella’s body trembles with a small laugh of her own, “but I figured it was a good bet. Your mom liked me talkin’ like that too.”