I leave Nikki on the patio, heading for the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, I look back, to see Nikki walking stiffly across the great room toward the bedrooms. As she turns up the hallway, I get a good look at her shapely butt, and other than being a little bow legged, she's definitely walking better. I'm sure a few more hot tub soaks will reduce the swelling, and loosen her up enough to walk somewhat normally.

I reluctantly return my focus back to the kitchen. I get out the lettuce, tomatoes, and onions from the frig. Getting out a cutting board, I start slicing and dicing away. Next, I lay out the meat on trays, and check on the other fixings. I finish up, about 15 minutes later, put everything back in the frig, and walk out on the patio to rearrange the furniture. I put a tablecloth on the serving table, and hang a happy birthday banner from the corners. Keeping with my table theme, I place nine chairs around the other table.

Next, I head to the garage, where I have several big boxes holding nine helium filled balloons, one for each little girl. They are all different shapes and colors. I open the boxes carefully, grabbing the long trailing ribbons.

Back on the patio, I tie a balloon to each of the nine chairs. I step back, admiring my handy work! Not the best, but after I put out the party napkins, and plates, it should be fine.

For Nikki's cake, I got her a Baskin-Robbins ice cream cake combo. Chocolate chip with a dark chocolate cake, and of course 'Happy Birthday Nikki' on the top.

I put the chips, and pretzels into big bowls, before going to check on Nikki. She should be soaking about now. I walk out to the hot tub, to find my daughter's long gangly legs hanging out of the pools, with her torso supported by a pool float. Her swollen crotch is positioned right on a water jet. She smiles up at me, holding up her water proof phone.

Pointing to the phone, “Dad, I just got a text from Heather. Her Mom is going into work early, and will drop her off at 2 pm. That's okay, right?” she asks politely.

“Sure thing Baby, Heather is always welcome. You should go get dressed if Heather's coming over. It's 1:45 pm now!” I reply knowing that Heather is Nikki's BFF.

I head back into the house to get dressed myself. It's amazing how quickly I got used to walking around the house butt naked. Nikki is definitely a bad influence on me. LOL!

I hurry down the hallway, and go through the bedroom into my closet. Getting myself dressed as quickly as possible, I look up to see Nikki coming into our bedroom. She's wearing a conventional black, hip hugging bikini with a good crotch covering bottom. She walks to her side of the bed, and gathers up her pillows, along with Yin Yang.

“I need to put these back in my room with Heather coming over. She picks up on things like that. I don't want her knowing I've been sleeping in your bed.” she explains forlornly.

Nikki heads for her bedroom, and I replace her Mom's pillows on her side of the bed. Nikki understands our absolute need for secrecy, and her taking these precautions is really good to see.

I follow Nikki, when I hear the buzzer call from our front gate. I hurriedly moved down the hall, across the great room, and into the kitchen to check the monitor. Pictured on the 'gate cam' is Alice Grant, Heather's Mom.

“Hi Alice! Let me buzz you in” I call into the speaker.

I hit the gate control, and locked it open. The other parents will be dropping kids off soon enough.

I walk through the house, and out into the garage. Alice pulls up in a late model Honda Accord. I step up to her door, as she rolls down the window. Heather is already out her door, and hurrying around the car.

“Hi, Mr. McBride, where's Nikki?” she asks excitedly.

“Hi Heather, Nikki is in her bedroom. She's probably waiting for you.” I answer simply.

“Okay, thanks!” she quickly replies. Heather pivoting on her toes, sprints into the house carrying a rather large overstuffed backpack.

I turn back to Alice, a rather attractive, if haggard looking blonde about Sandy's age, “Hi Alice... I haven't seen you in awhile. How are things at work?” I ask amiably.

“Works good! Busy as usual. Would it be okay, if Heather spends the night with Nikki. I've got a double shift, and Heather's Dad is unavailable. Sorry for the short notice. Hank just called me from work saying he wouldn't be home until late.” she explains more than a little miffed.

“No problem, Alice. Nikki always likes her company. They are like two peas from the same pod. They disappear into Nikki's room, and I don't see hide, nor hair of them, for hours. Typical girls.” I replied pleasantly.

“Oh, before I forget, Nikki and Heather are working on some type of end of school project. Nikki asked Heather to come over after school on Wednesday, but I can't pick her up until after 11pm.” Alice explains.

“No need to come over that late. Just have Heather bring her usual overnight bag. She is always welcome to stay the night. Nikki really enjoys having her over. Heather is never a problem!” I laugh knowing Nikki would kill me if I didn't let Heather stay the night.

“Thanks, Seth! You have no idea how much I appreciate your help. Heather feels at home here. I think Nikki, and her are soul sisters! Well, I better go, or I'll be late for my shift. Heather has school clothes for tomorrow, and all of her homework is done. She's looking forward to riding to school with Nikki. She'll ride the normal bus home after school. Thanks again.” she responds smiling with gratitude.

Alice backs her car up, and heads down the drive. Walking back into the house, Nikki and Heather are nowhere to be found... as usual.

With a few minutes to myself, I head into my office to do a little on-line sex toy shopping. I should be able to get all my items at the local adult store. I can pick up my order after I finish at work tomorrow. Shopping away, I decide on a number of different butt plugs, I can use to get Nikki ready for anal sex. You know what they say two holes are better than one... especially if your fucking your preteen daughter. They are all stainless steel, or glass, easy to clean, and made of a solid material.

Finishing up my 'Shopping Cart' has the following butt plugs:

(1) - tear drop beginners stainless steel (red jewel) 1 ½ inch diameter

(1) - 5 inch long X 1 ½ inch diameter tapered glass cone

(1) - 6 inch X 2 inch diameter glass pillar

(1) - 7 inch X 2 ¼ inch diameter glass dick head

(1) – 8 inch X 2 ½ inch diameter glass tapered cone

(1) - stainless steel hose anal cleaning system, with a 10 inch comfort silicon nozzle

(1) - 8 inch X 1 ½ inch diameter glass curved shaft oval head anal insertion toy, or deep throat training (The curved shape, and medium head should allow Nikki to enter, and stretch our her esophagus)

I finish my erotica shopping at 3:30pm, empty my digital shopping cart, and place my order. I'll surprise Nikki after school tomorrow, with a few belated birthday presents. Knowing how happy this will make her, I turn off my computer, and return to the kitchen to finish my party prep duties.

I walk out the patio door, quickly turning right down the sidewalk along the south side of the house. Stopping at the stone wall, I open up the side gate near the garage, and hang a 'Birthday Party' sign up for Nikki's friends to see.

Going back in the house, I run headlong into Nikki and Heather. Heather has on a rather skimpy white bikini, revealing the perfect roundness of her two developing titties, and displaying a very deep cameltoe between her legs. Nikki's modest black bikini is doing a great job of covering her rather swollen genitalia. A definite yin to Heather's yang! As they pass Nikki smiles, but Heather gives me the 'LOOK' (female for you're on my shit list). Hurrying on, Heather's nearly exposed, perfectly round ass cheeks are bobbing along beside Nikki. Nikki is walking almost normally, and her well covered taut buttocks are swaying side to side gracefully as ever.

Mentally thanking Heather for the camel toe, and nice ass shot, I wonder why I got the 'LOOK'? I don't have time right now to find out. Oh, well! I need to finish up laying out the food, and get the grill started. Very soon, I'm going to have nine hungry, giggling, laughing, skimpily clad prepubescent little girls everywhere.

Lastly, I head back into my office, and get my digital SLR camera. I'll need lots of pictures for Nikki's Mom to see. Okay, I'm ready! Breathing deeply, I begin to count,

“1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10... ready or not, here they come!”

A little before 4pm they started to arrive. Nikki and Heather greeted each at the gate with lots of giggles, and hugs. Soon the pool area is a hive of motion. Little girls running here, and there, and everywhere. A few in the hot tub, but none in the pool. We wouldn't want to get our hair wet, would we. Nikki and Heather play hostesses to them all. Everyone is having a ball... I walk around unnoticed, taking pictures of all those hot little bodies. My, my, my, how my attitude toward ten-year-old girls has changed, especially now that I'm fucking one.

As I circulated among the havoc taking photos, I noticed one girl watching me intently, calculating each move I'm making... Heather! What's with Nikki's best friend today? It's like she's seeing me for the first time. Nikki notices too, and walks up to Heather asking her a question. Heather points at me, and whispers something in Nikki's ear. Nikki stumbles back slightly, as the blood drains from her face. Heather pulls Nikki close, continuing her whispered conversation. Finished, Heather steps back from Nikki. Nikki looks at Heather for a long moment, before rushing to hug her friend. Nikki grabs Heather's arm, drags her around the corner of the patio, and away from the other girls.

The hair on the back of my neck is standing on end, and chills are running down my spin, after watching Nikki and Heather disappear around the corner. I've got a bad feeling about this one.

Finishing my photos, I head over to start the meat grilling. The girls are starting to hit the chips, pretzels, and veggies on the serving table. I hope Nikki and Heather get back soon, or we'll have to start without them.

Looking up toward the corner of the patio, I thankfully see Nikki and Heather returning hand in hand. A curious set of emotions are playing across their somber faces. I don't know what just happened, but I'm going to find out.

Nikki and Heather head to the front of the table, and sit down. Taking the clue, the rest of the girls find a seat. Nikki stands, and thanks everyone for coming, and hopes they are all having a good time. She tells them to grab their plates, and head for the food. In a tangle of helium balloon strings, the girls rush me, and the grill.

Within seconds, I'm chest deep in hungry little girls all wanting a burger, or hot dog. Doing my best, I quickly get them served, and back eating at the table. Things quiet down for a few minutes, as they wolf down their food.

I try to keep ahead of them, by going into the kitchen for the ice cream cake. Returning, I'm greeted by a hardy cheer from the girls. Ice cream cake is always a party hit. I've placed ten candles as far apart as possible on the cake. Lighting them, we all sing 'Happy Birthday' to Nikki. Nikki, taking a mighty breath, blows out all the candles. The girls laugh, and giggle away at her resounding success. Smiling proudly at me, Nikki returns her attention to her friends.

I glance at Heather, who beams me a quick smile. Uuuhmm, she seems to be better now. I wonder what's up between Nikki and her. I'll find out later, Heather's spending the night.

I cut the cake as fast as possible, while Nikki and Heather hand out ice cream cake to all. Happily eating their cake, I took a few more pictures. Finally, the girls decide to take their helium balloons off the chairs, and release them, into the clear blue Arizona skies. I take a few more pictures of the girls standing around laughing and giggling, as they release their balloons at the same time. Free, the balloons rise quickly into the warm afternoon air. The girls all gazed skyward, happily watching their balloons floating away on the light winds. However, they're soon bored of balloon watching, and are ready for something else to do. After the girls give the balloons a final cheering goodbye, they head back to the party.

Now that they are finished with the balloon launch, the well fed girls are ready for a swim, and en masse charge for the pool. It's time to get wet. Nikki and Heather join in the free for all. With all the splashing going on the smell of chlorine hangs heavily in the air around the pool. Soon there is nothing, but wet, see through swimwear on every little girl, except mine. Best of all, my little girl will be here with me long after the party's over. I'll be able to undress mine, hold her naked body next to mine, and from all indications, fuck her whenever I want. The rest of the eye candy will simply go home to their own boring families.

Except for Heather, who's wet see through white bikini is my favorite. Hiding nothing, I get a none too subtle look at her dark areola, and her camel toe is nicely displaying her puffy labia on either side of her dark slit. Damn she has one nice body for a little girl. Different from Nikki's long lean look, Heather is all nicely rounded with those cute little tits, and a nice heart shaped ass. She's still watching me intently, but behind that coy little smile, a much different look; a hungry look almost saying, take me some where private, bend me over, and fuck me. Shit she's almost as alluring as Nikki.

At around 5:45 pm things start to wind down. Parents start to arrive, and pick up their little girls. A little after 6 pm, peace returns to the house. The only girls remaining are Nikki, and the ever watchful Heather, sitting on the patio.

Not ready to talk yet, I let the girls know that cleaning up is the first order of business. Without a word, they pitch in, and help me clean up. I have them take all the extra food into the kitchen. They sort everything; the leftover chips into plastic bags, and the cold stuff into the frig. Thankfully Heather has adjusted her drying white bikini, to once again hide much of young womanly charms.

I take the decorations, and table cloths off the table, stowing them in a box I've brought from the kitchen. I've closed all the gates, and disposed of all the garbage. Finished, I return to find the girls sitting side by side at the kitchen table, somber faced, holding hands again.

My skin crawling ominously, I sit down opposite them. Nikki hesitantly speaks first, ”Go ahead Heather, tell him. I trust him completely, you can too. He's never willingly hurt me, he won't hurt you, either, I promise.”

I take the lead asking, “Heather what did you tell Nikki during the party?”

I look from Heather back to Nikki... back to Heather! Nikki nods, “You have to tell him, Heather! You can do it, tell him everything. Not just today, but all of it. He needs to know, so he can understand what happened to you. Remember you've waited a long time for this moment. He's here now, listening to you!” Nikki encourages her best friend.

“It's okay Heather. What happened this afternoon during the party? Whatever you need to tell me, it'll be okay. I won't tell anyone. I wouldn't hurt Nikki's best friend, not for anything!” I promise, crossing my heart.

“Alright, Mr. McBride. I've never told anyone, aaah... except Nikki this afternoon, but Nikki says I need to tell you.” pausing Heather summons her courage, and taking a deep breath plunges headlong into her horror story, “I told Nikki that I knew her secret, that you had probably fucked her last night on her birthday. She's walking a little bow legged, and hiding her swollen pussy in a black bikini. That kind of stuff happens when a grown man rapes a little girl. I told her to tell her Mom, or call the police, so you would stop. But, Nikki says, she seduced you, and you're now lovers. That you made love to her, I mean real consensual love, not rape. That's what I told Nikki during the party.” Heather finishes with a heavy sigh.

Stunned by Heather's declaration, I sit motionless in my chair, head down, shock, and confusion quickly setting in! Wait, how the hell does Heather know that Nikki is walking funny, or has a swollen, PUSSY. Even worse yet, how the fuck does Heather know what constitutes rape, unless she's been raped herself!

I look up, glancing between these two precocious, and precious young women. I'm almost certain they share a common secret, but not a shared experience. Their raging emotions are thinly masked behind faces of stone, they sit hand in hand waiting. What will he do? What will he say? What? What?

A simple terse smile is all it takes for them to relax a little, “Okay, Heather! I only have one question for you.” I tensely reply. Heather nods her head, gripping Nikki's hand for all she's worth.

I take a deep breath and ask, “Heather, has your Dad raped you, or your Mother?”

Like the breaking of a dam, Heather's pent up emotions, terror, frustration, horror, and pain begin to flow freely down the cheeks of her face. A moan of total anguish escapes her young lips. Her whole body is shaking, as deep guttural sobs rack her small body. Head in hands, she bends over the table in an ageless cry for help. Nikki is standing close by her side, hands gently touching, messaging her friends neck, and shoulders.

I have all the answers I need. Standing, I walk around the table to Heather's side, placing my hand on her head. I quickly bend down, whispering softly, “Heather... listen to me, don't let him win! You're a beautiful, intelligent, and extremely astute young lady. Nikki and I are right here! You're safe with us!”

Nikki and I continue to stand beside Heather, stroking her hair gently, as her pain runs its course. Heather cries her heart out for about twenty minutes. Nikki and I are there, each caressing her, trying to ease her pain. Slowly, ever so slowly, Heather returns to us.

From the pool of tears on the kitchen table, I hear Heather's raspy voice ask quietly, “Nikki said you would hold me. I've never had anyone hold me, except my Mother. Will you hold me, Mr. McBride?”

“My name is Seth, Heather. Of course I'll hold you! If Nikki says it's okay!” I ask, watching Nikki's smiling reaction closely.

Heather pushes her chairs back from the table, rushes into my waiting arms. Nikki soon follows, and while holding Heather tight, I gather my other treasured one to me. With both girls in a tight comforting bear hug, more tears follow, only this time happy tears. Nikki looks up at me smiling her thanks, as we wait for Heather to recover.

I take a second to look behind me, and finding one of the kitchen chairs, release the girls before sitting down. Nikki hops up on one leg, quickly followed by Heather on the other. Arms back round the young girls, we sit and cuddle.

With her head resting against my chest, Heather looks across at Nikki before speaking softly, “Thank you Nikki. I'm sorry Seth. I can only imagine how happy you both are. I'm ready to tell you my secret, or more like our secret, Mom and me. I need to tell someone. I can only make it through this one time. So please, don't say anything until I finish!”

Nikki and I nod our heads, and wait for Heather to continue.

Part II

Prologue – Heather's Family

Hank Grant – Finish carpenter with local home builder. 30 years old, 5'8”, 180 lbs, brown hair, brown eyes, 6 inch cock.

Alice Grant – RN working at Tucson General Hospital. 28 years old, 5'4”, 140 lbs, blonde hair, blue eyes.

Heather Grant – 11 years old, nearly 12, June 11th birthday, 4'4”, 52 nicely rounded lbs, long blonde hair, blue eyes.

Heather's Secret

The day the pain came, and a monster took my Daddy!

I never knew my real Dad. He left us one day and never came back. I was a little over a year old when it happened. Mom did her best to take care of us, but a single mother, on a nurses salary was never quite enough. We moved around a lot, trying to find the right guy, in the right place, in the right town. I don't remember much of those early years, Mom would come home after work, and cry herself to sleep. I was hungry a lot, but never for very long. Mom always found a way to stretch things out, so we would have enough to eat, and a warm place to sleep.

I found out later that she even turned a few tricks at a bar, owned by a friend to make ends meet. Her friend would turn her on to decent guys, who could pay well; you know, one looking for some attractive, clean, fun loving, female company. That's how she met Hank.

Mom really liked Hank from the beginning, and started dating him soon after they met. Mom would bring Hank over for supper, and of course a sleep over all the time. He was really nice then. Since I never had a Dad before him, I latched on along with my Mother.

We were a family, doing family stuff like: movie night at the local theater, or family dog pile wrestling on the floor, or brushing my hair, before giving me a kiss good night, or a piggy back ride when I got tired, or holding my hand when we cross a street! All the things only my Mom did, he started to do, too. He was simply wonderful, and kept spending more and more time with us. My Mom was happy all the time. She would sing to me, and tell me stories like she used to. Sometimes Hank would even come in and sit on the bed with Mom. He didn't read very well, but who cared... he was there!

One day I came home from preschool / daycare, Hank and Mamma were in their room with the door shut. I'm supposed to leave them alone when the door is shut. Mom told me they were trying to make babies, so I had to be quiet, and behave myself. I thought a new brother, or sister would be really cool, so I always did what Mom said. But tonight was different, they both came out of their room holding hands. Walking over to me, Hank got down on one knee, and asked me if he could marry my Mother.

I jumped into his arms, and hugged him so tight. I felt his arms around me, just as tight; then he asked if I would be his little girl. He kissed me on my cheek, and said he would like to adopt me, and give me his name, just like Mom. I wouldn't be Heather Green, but Heather Grant. I could not believe my ears, I was so happy. We were going to be a family. I finally had a real Dad. Someone who wanted to take care, and love me, just little old me!

Mom married Hank a few weeks later, when I was 6 ½ years old. He adopted me soon after. I can remember the judge asking me if I want this man to be my Father. Crying softly, I told the Judge I want to be Hank's little girl. I thought that was the best day of my life. I finally had a real Dad, who loved me and my Mom. Over Christmas break, we moved from the small town in north western Arizona to Tucson, and the good job market.

Mom and Dad found good jobs right away, and we bought a house in an older, but nice neighborhood. I even got a special scholarship to a private magnet school through Mom's work. I was a little behind my classmates, just too much moving around. So they put me in kindergarten even though I was not quite ready. It didn't matter, in a few days I was already catching up with my classmates. These were the good times; for one brief moment everyone was happy, everyone looking ahead to a happy, ever after future, at least for a few short months.

Mom's work was good, but with no seniority, she was put on evenings, or mid-night shifts. She worked her butt off, pulling doubles to make as much money as she could. She loved Hank, and so did I. She did everything she could to keep Hank happy, and satisfied at home, but her work kept her away. This left me with Hank most of the time. He didn't mind taking care of me at first, but as he started hanging out more and more with his new friends from work, I became a massive inconvenience. He couldn't go out drinking, or mess around like he wanted to after work.

Then ever so slowly, but surely, things started to change with my Dad. Mom and Dad started arguing over money, and why Dad was spending more time away from home right after work, or on weekends. Sometimes when he was supposed to be home after school, he would come home late, or not at all. When he did he smelled funny, and acted all weird, or sometimes was mean to me. Nothing bad at first, mostly he sent me to bed early, or told me to leave him alone. He stopped doing everything, no more wrestling, no more brushing my hair, and no more hugs, or kisses good night... nothing! He left us for people who didn't give a shit about him, or us.

I thought Dad was mad at me and Mom, but she finally told me it was his drinking. She said Dad's new friends at work were a very bad influence. They were young, single womanizing, bar hopping bums. Unfortunately they keep dragging my Dad deeper, and deeper into the bar, and nightclub scene. It was only a matter of time before he dug himself a hole deep enough to destroy our happy family.

A month, or so before my 7th birthday, he began to explain his dissatisfaction to my Mom. Usually at night after I went to bed, or in the morning before school. Daddy would drag her into their room, and slam the door shut. Soon, I would hear muffled cries, and a whacking sound. I just thought they were playing their adult game, or something. Mom always managed to smile afterwards, and get me off to kindergarten.

One day, I walked into Mom's bathroom right after her shower. She had lots of black and blue marks all over her back, butt, abdomen, and some even her breasts. All in places hidden by her clothing. I asked her what had happened, and she told me my Daddy likes to play rough games with her. But as I left the bathroom, she told me not to worry, things would be alright.

Everything changed the night of my 7th birthday...! Before she went to work, Mom gave me a quick surprise birthday party. I had a few friends from kindergarten school over, and a small cake. I even got some presents. My favorite was from Mom, a video game for my old Xbox. I guess Mom thought I would stay out of Daddy's way, playing that stupid video game.

I was enjoying my new video game, when Dad came home about 9 pm, drunk as a skunk. That was early for him, but he would come home at different times, especially on weekends. He went into their room, and came out a few minutes later dressed in a t-shirt and white jockey shorts. He usually puts on gym shorts over his underwear, but tonight was different.

We only had one TV, back then. Daddy got really angry, telling me to get off my game, and go to my room. But, I wanted to finish my game before stopping, “Please, Dad let me finish this game first. It'll only take a minute!” I begged continuing to play away.

Dad walked up to me, and without saying a word, clubbed me on the side of the head, knocking me unconscious. When I finally wake up, I'm bent over our heavy butcher block kitchen table. The left side of my head hurts like hell, and my left eye is swollen shut. I can't move my hands, they're tightly bound at the wrist. My arms are stretched out, and secured to metal loops of some kind screwed into the corners of the table. My legs are hanging down, but not touching the floor. They've been pulled cruelly apart, and bound tight at the ankles. Each leg is secured to the same type of metal loops screwed into the lower part of the table leg.

I can only rotate my head from side to side, and lift my head slightly off the table. I'm starting to get scared! Where is my Dad? Where's my Mom? What's happening? Why am I tied up in this position on our kitchen table? I start to whimper, and call for help, “Daddy are you there, help me I can't move! Please someone help me!” I call out loudly.

I hear a slight movement behind me, “Who's there? Is someone there... please help me? Where's my Dad?” I plead hysterically.

Finally, my Dad walks around to the side of the table where I can see him.

“Well, helloooo sleepy head. You're a pretty wimpy kid, I barely touched you. We'll have to toughen you up!” he says, leering gleefully.

“Please let me go, Dad! I promise to get off the TV next time. I won't ever play my Xbox again. Please Daddy, I'll be good. Give me another chance!” I beg uselessly.

“To late for that now, young lady. I told your Mom last week that you needed more discipline. I've been teaching her how a proper wife should behave, and now I'm going to teach you how a daughter should respect her Father. While you were resting. I've been busy getting you ready for your discipline session. I think it best, if you remain tied to the table. That way you can relax, and enjoy yourself completely,” he hesitates for a moment, “Ready to get started, Heather?”he asks sarcastically.

As the man I've learned to love walks away, I suddenly realize he's slowly dying right before my eyes... I began to see nothing, but the drunk living with Mom and me.

I don't answer my Dad, I just lay there hoping this nightmare will end soon. My whole body is beginning to ache from being hog tied to the table. I try to pull away, but my Daddy has tied me securely.

He returns a few seconds later, holding a hand made wooden paddle. Dad must have made it in his garage workshop. It's shaped like a short thin cricket bat, 1 inch thick, 4 inches wide and 8 inches long with a hand grip. The paddle surface is riddled with numerous 1/2 inch randomly drilled holes.

The crazy drunk in my house, takes a quick look at me, and shakes his head, “No, No, No... this will never do. You really need to experience all the love, and happiness I'm about to give you, but to do that, we'll just have to remove all that useless clothing. I wouldn't want them getting in the way of our fun!”

What clothes...! I'm wearing nothing but a light blue t-shirt, pink tight fitting mid thigh shorts, and white cotton panties.

Pursing his lips, my Dad brings his hand up to his chin in mocked bewilderment, “Huummm, how to get them off quickly? Without untying you! Shit, we're in the kitchen. There's got to be something in here to help get those clothes off.”

My mind is reeling, Hank... (Dad) walks out of sight, but I can hear him rummaging around in one of the kitchen drawers, “Aaaah, that's just what I need... a good sharp butcher knife! LOL.” Hank giggles to himself.

Returning, Dad... (Hank) flashes Mom's huge, ultra sharp, butcher's knife in front of my face. Sneering playfully, he walks behind me, knife in hand.

I gasp in frightened surprise, feeling the knife blade slide up the side of my left leg. With a quick yanking motion, Daddy slices open a long gash in my pink shorts. Slipping the blade under my panties and the rest of my pink shorts, Hank yanks upward again, this time slicing completely through the material. Dad moves to my right leg, repeating the entire process. Hank... (Dad) grabs the tattered remains of my clothing, and pulls them from between my legs. Now naked from the waist down, Daddy gives a low whistle of approval.

“WOW little girl...! You have one fine young ass. Let's get your t-shirt off so we can get started. I'm glad your Mom pulled a double shift today. She won't get off until 7 am tomorrow morning. Just think... We'll have all night long to enjoy each other's company. I still can't believe it, I didn't think of this earlier!” Hank gleefully imparts, knowing I have no clue what he's talking about.

Stepping back behind me, he gathers up my t-shirt along my back, and using the knife, saws through the cotton material. With a quick flip of his wrist, he slides the knife up each sleeve, and easily slices through the last remnant of my clothing. Grabbing the remains of my t-shirt, he jerks it from beneath my abdomen and chest.

Naked, I lay spread eagle on the top of the kitchen table. Hank... (Dad) is getting excited now, he has me just where he wants me... completely naked, and tightly bound. Hank, deciding to give me a quick gynecological inspection, stands behind me; bending down he cruelly spreads my ass cheek using both hands. Hank pauses for a moment, gazes hungrily at my preteen genitalia. Laughing out loud at my sudden yelp of pain, he kneads the pliant flesh of my ass. He finally releases my ass, but not before he leaves a stinging bright red handprint on my left cheek.

Crying out painfully, “Please Dad don't spank me any more. I'll do anything you want. Please let me go!” I beg the man that once proudly gave me his name, but that man is gone... now only a drunken monster remains, and his name is Hank Grant.

“You know Heather, you're absolutely right... I'm going to do anything I want. I don't think your Mom's been putting out enough lately. Let's see how you do with a six inch dick, shoved in your pretty little seven-year-old pussy. First things first, I need to warm you up... before I bury my rock hard cock in your tiny cunt!” comes Hank's excited reply.

Picking up the home made paddle, Hank... (Dad) positions himself behind me. I hear the slight sound of the paddle whistling through the air, followed by a sharp painful impact on my left calf. A searing pain shoots up my leg, as I scream in torment. Tears start to flow down my cheeks, as my right calf takes the next paddle impact. More searing pain shoots up my legs, accompanied by another barking scream. Thrashing about, I pull mightily against the unyielding ropes.

Laughing out loud, Hank goes into a semi drunken tirade, “Gods damn that is fucking hot! I must have been sober far too long, not to have thought of this before now...! Shit my dick is getting painfully hard just listening to you scream, and wiggle your pretty little ass around on the table. Heather... my sweet, precious little girl, when did you become such a delicious little cutie. I'm going to enjoy our little BDSM session, and then I'm going to fuck you silly. Let's continue shall we...!”

I don't understand half of what he's saying, my legs hurt, and no one is there to help me. I'm all alone with my crazy drunken Father. How could I have cared for this man... I now understand the bruises on my Mother. Hank has been abusing her for weeks, but she's not here right now... I am!

I hear the air whistling again, and instinctively tighten my butt muscles. Whack...! This time on my left thigh, just below my buttock. More searing pain, and another piercing scream. Not waiting, Hank wallops my right thigh. Screaming at the top of my lungs, no hears... one comes to help me, I am all alone. My pain is building in intensity with each new swat of the paddle.

My left butt cheek is next, quickly followed by my right cheek. My shrill screaming is constant now, painful shuttering racks my body. Moving beside me, Hank bends down close to my ear. In his excitement, a long rope of spittle drops onto my cheek, as he whispers evilly, “So Princess how was round #1...? Did you enjoy that as much as I did? I've had some great ideas in the past, but this one tops them all!”

Hank, laughing mercilessly, stands and walks behind me again. With the now familiar whistle, he repeats each blow a little harder this time. He continues this pattern of frenzied torture, legs, butt... legs, butt...! Soon I don't even flinch as the paddle pounds my body. My battered flesh is covered in red welts from the holes in the paddle. Where the welts overlapped, some were even seeping a little blood.

My screams have become nothing more than harsh, ragged moans. Somewhere during the fourth round, I simply passed out from the excruciating pain. My face laying in a large pool of tears, and spit, I miss Hank's heated tirade when I pee all over the floor.

I regain consciousness, as Daddy pours cold water on face. I can smell the faint smell of blood, and the acid smell of urine. Sometimes when I was unconscious I pissed myself. To make sure I stay awake, Daddy... Ha gives me a couple of stinging backhands across the face. My whole body hurts from the repeated spankings.

“Wakie, Wakie, Princess, no more sleeping, and if you piss again you'll live to regret it... I promise you! I had to clean that fucking mess up before I woke you up. So now that you're awake... it's time to fuck that cute little pussy of yours. You're going to find out just what girls are made for you stupid little slut...!” he boasts happily.

Hank... Dad stands where I can see him slowly remove his t-shirt. There's a very large bulge in the front of his tight white jockey briefs.

Hank noticed my gaze, “Aaaah, so you want to see my big fat cock, right? Well... here it is Sweetheart!” he brags, walking up to stand directly in front of me.

Pulling down his underwear... out jumps his wee wee thing, all hard and ugly. I saw him peeing once when he wasn't looking, his wee wee didn't look like this.

Hank, grabbing his cock and ball at the base, swings himself lewdly around in a circle, “Take a good long look. You won't see him any more, but you're sure as hell are going to feel him, just as soon as I cram him inside your preteen cunt. Oh, I'm so ready to fuck you little girl. I hope you're having fun, and enjoy our next little game as much as the last!” he taunts malevolently.

He moves around behind me; taking his time, he lets his hands lazily trace down the smooth skin of my back. Resting his hand on a mangled butt, he roughly spread my badly bruised buttocks. I twisting my hips this way and that, trying to dislodge his painful grip. But nothing doing, Hank starts to squeeze, and knead my ass with both hands. My painful moans only egg him on. Laughing at my pain, he squeezes harder eliciting a fresh yelp of tormented anguish. I can feel something warm trickle down my battered right cheek, I'm pretty sure I'm bleeding.

Slapping my ass one final time, Hank moves down to his treasured goal... My virgin slit is spread wide open, a fleshy banquet, ever so perfect, but ooooh so lewdly inviting to his abusive touch. Slipping a finger into my slit, he moves it up, and down feeling the incredibly warm soft, silky smooth flesh of my seven-year-old pussy. Moving up my slit, he viciously pinches my immature clitoris bud using his index finger, and thumb. My piercing scream rings off the walls of the kitchen, as all the muscles in my small body strain uselessly against the tight ropes. I quickly realize that escaping the intense pain between my legs is quite impossible. My vision is fading, I move in and out of consciousness for a few seconds.

I only regain partial awareness, before I feel the painful impact of Hank's paddle against my ass once more.

“Gods dammit you bitch... stay awake, or else!” Hank threatens meaningfully, waving the red stained paddle in front of my tear filled eyes.

My eyes drooping, Hank grabs my hair, and pulling back savagely, growls into my ear, “Did you hear me bitch, stay awake... it's time for round #2 of your birthday night with Daddy! You go out again, and you won't have an ass left to sit on!”

Slamming my head angrily on the table, I nearly passed out again. Moving back behind me, Hank pinches one of my puffy cunt lips, and rolls the soft velvety smooth flesh between his fingers. Releasing my labia, his fingers pry apart the fleshy lips of my tiny slit exposing the hymen covered vaginal opening.

Hank, seeing my hymen intact, shouts for joy, “Yes... just look at that perfect little cherry. I haven't popped a cherry in a long time, and it's free for the taking. Can you believe it... my fucking dumb ass wife, has given me an itty bitty cherry. I'm going to make you my personal preteen 'fuck toy', or maybe my 'cum slut'! No matter what, this is going to hurt.” Hank warns evilly.

Not understanding, but knowing more pain is coming, I hang there waiting helplessly. Standing close behind me, Hank moves forward, his purplish Glans making contact with my pussy slit. Pressing forward, the lips of my tiny labia are painfully pried apart. Hank moves the head of his stiff cock, up and down my ultra small slit enjoying the warm velvety flesh between the hairless lips. The head of Hank's dick finally lodges snugly against my vaginal entrance. Guarded by a thin, skin like membrane, the barrier of my virgin hymen is about to be taken by a predatory monster... the man I loved... the man who gave me his name... the man I proudly called my Dad.

“Holy shit bitch, the lips of your little cunt are gripping the head of my dick. Oh, this is going to be so sweet fucking a seven-year-old girl. How many guys get a free fuck from a preteen, and her Mom won't say a word. Son-of-a-bitch I can't wait any longer.” Hank brags with growing excitement.

Laughing sarcastically, Hank brutally slams his dick forward into my ultra tight vaginal canal. Pain... mind numbing pain, shoots from between my obscenely spread pussy lips. I somehow croak out a gagging wail. A crippling pain floods my mind, something huge is stuck inside my body.

Through the fog of pain, I hear Hank losing it again, “What the fuck! Son-of-a-bitch... just look at that... I'm bottomed out, in her. You can't fuck a two inch cunt hole. How the hell am I going to get my rocks off, with only a two inch stroke. Shit, just look at her bleeding. I better stop before she bleeds out, or something. Shit, a fucking trip to the doctor will see me off to prison!”

A sudden jolt of searing pain, forces another tortured cry from my lips. Pissed that he can't fuck my tiny pussy, Hank viciously yanks his dick from my ravaged vagina.

My pain addled mind, barely hanging on to consciousness only registers fragments of his continuing rant, “There's got to be another fucking way! Hey, I bet her tight little ass hole can take my six inch cock. Yea, once past her anal rosebud, it should be smooth sailing up her gut... Hang tight baby!” Hank laughs perversely, as he walks away.

Staying awake as long as I could, my tormented mind, and body finally gave way to the darkness of exhausted sleep. I don't know how long I was out, but Hank quickly brings me back to full consciousness with his blood stained paddle. A few sharp strokes to my severely bruised ass are enough to bring me back to my excruciating reality.

Hank standing in front of me is naked... his wee wee thing stiff like before, “You get a freebie for sleeping, only a couple of good wacks on your ass. I can't fuck your tiny ass cunt! You'll have to grow up some, before I can indulge myself in that beautiful slit of yours. So... I've been out making an improvised douche bag.”

Smiling from ear to ear, he holds up a gallon milk jug, a rubber stopper with a hole in the middle, and clear plastic tubing. He quickly inserts the tubing into the rubber stopper, and walking to the kitchen sink, fills the gallon jug about half full of cold water.

Holding the jug, and tubing up he tells me, “I'm going to fuck your tight little ass, but I don't want shit every where, and definitely no shit on my cock. So I'm going to clean out that cute butt of yours... This is called an enema. I'm going to squirt all this water up your ass. I don't want to see any water leaking out, not one fucking drop until I tell you. If you do, I'll beat your ass bloody... got it!” he threatens menacingly.

I can barely nod my head, yes. My whole body is sore, and tender from his unrelenting abuse. The once piercing pain from between my legs, has dulled to a merely irritating whisper. My lower back throbs in pain from being bent over, and tied to the table. I've no feeling in my arms and legs... it's like they have been cut off.

Hank, smiling wickedly, moves behind me once again. Spreading my ass cheeks, he shoves his index finger two knuckles deep into my dry asshole. Grunting in mild pain, his invasive finger loosens my asshole enough for him to insert the plastic tube. He feeds the tube up my butt a few inches, before releasing the kink he's been holding.

Cold water rushes into my lower colon, and starts to fill my large intestine. The feel of the cold water surging along, and through my guts is not painful, until I start to fill up... Then the painful pressure begins low, but quickly builds exponentially with every fluid ounce flowing into my ass. Soon the gut spitting pain is almost too much to take. I feel an almost apocalyptic urge to take a massive shit.

Hank is standing where I can see him, has an evil leering smile on his face, “Better not lose a drop little girl, just squeeze that tube for all your worth, or your ass will pay the price!” he cautions laying the blood stained paddle down in front of me.

My guts feel like they are bursting, before Hank walks behind me, and holds a big five gallon bucket up under my ass. Smacking my ass hard, he quickly pulls the plastic tube out of my asshole. Hank pausing for a baleful second, finally tells me to take a dump in the large bucket.

I shoot a violent stream of water, mixed with foul smelling shit, into the bucket. I continue to squirt water, and the occasional lump of shit, from deep in my bowels for a good one or two minutes. After I stop, Hank reaches up under my prostrate body and pushes down roughly down on my lower abdomen.

Waiting a few more minutes, Hank positions the bucket back under my ass, and tells me to go again. I squirt out a little more clean water that soon dribbles to a stop. Hank takes the smelly bucket contents out of the kitchen, and empties them in the bathroom.

He eventually comes back into the kitchen, after dumping the bucket... As he stands in front of me... I notice that the tip of his stiff wee wee is a dark shade of red. I'm pretty sure that's blood... my blood. Moving back behind me he spreads my cheeks again, and inserts two fingers up my clean ass.

Mumbling to himself, “Well... at least her little cunt has stopped bleeding. Look at the bloody mess running down her legs. Her mother will love that! Gods that was so much fun taking her cherry. I can always pull out of her ass, and shoot a few hot wads of cum into that tiny little womb! So what to lube her with? I don't have any K-Y or Anal-Ese. Shit, I might have to use some Crisco, or something! Naw, I know just what to use!” he announces happily.

Hank walks away toward the refrigerator. I hear him open the door, and rustle around inside looking for something, “Okay, where the fuck does your Mom keep the stick butter. Just when you need something, you can't find it. Aaaaah, there it is hiding behind the fucking pickles!” he shouts with finality.

Laughing a little to himself, Hank walks back to the table. He has a long stick of butter in his hand. He slowly unwraps the creamy yellow stick, all the while taking his time enjoying the questioning look in my tear filled blue eyes.

“So, Heather my dear... do you know what I'm going to do with this?” indicating the stick of butter, “No! Well I'll tell you... I'm going to shove this up your cute little butt. Then, I'm going to bury my six inch cock in that butter filled tight ass hole of yours, and fuck you til you bled. What, no witty response? Alright, let's get started before your butter gets soft.”

Hank disappears from view. I know pain is returning, I now know the loose meaning of: dick, cock, pussy, cunt, asshole, butt hole, and fucking. Hank is going to stick his hard wee wee... cock thing into my poop hole.

Hank thrusts two fingers, painfully deep into my asshole. Moving them around in a circular motion, he loosens up my tightly clenched asshole. Using his thumb and index finger, Hank holds my butt cheeks apart, giving him easy access to my puckered asshole. Picking up the end of the slippery yellow column, he shoves the cold, semi hard stick of butter up my ass. Removing his fingers, my asshole closes tightly. I can feel the cold stick of butter resting inside my butt.

Hank is very eager to get started. I hear him spitting behind me, “Ahhhh, yes a little spit lube to get me through your pucker muscle. Okay bitch, ready or not here I come!”, he grunts.

Hank standing right between my spread legs, rocks his hips forward sliding his fleshy shaft up the crack of my butt. Chuckling sadistically, he scoots forward a bit more. Using both hands, he cruelly spreads the cheeks of my ass, and nuzzles the head of his dick against the opening of my tiny puckered rosebud. He eases his spit covered dick forward, painfully piercing the serrated muscle of my outer ring. Passing the first barrier, Hank continues to thrust his large cock head through my tight anal sphincter muscle. Hank slows his agonizing penetration, and stops, as my asshole closes just behind his blood stained Glans.

The pain is excruciatingly intense, but still nothing in comparison to the brutal beating he gave me before he pushed his cock into me.

With a muffled groan of anguish, I thrash about wiggling my ass up and down, and side to side as best I can trying to dislodge the painful invasion of Hank's large Glans. But like the beatings before, all my lewd behavior does is turn Hank on even more.

“Holy shit, girl! Your asshole is trying to pinch the head off my dick. I don't think it likes me there. This is even better than taking your cherry. Fucking 'A' you're tight!” he intones pleased with his progress so far.

I grit my teeth, knowing what's next. Hank hands slide across the badly bruised skin of my ass and grasps my hips firmly. Holding my hips tightly, he brutally penetrates my tight preteen asshole, stopping when his hairy balls slap painfully against my swollen, and blood caked pussy. Trying not to react, a whimpered moan of pain still escapes my lips. Impaled on his six inch cock, my stomach and abdomen are painfully crushed beneath his heavy body, and the edge of the table. I squirm and twist, beneath him, in yet another futile effort to dislodge the foreign body lodged deep inside my gut. Hank's cock has pushed the partially dissolved stick of butter deeper into my large intestine.

“Now that's much better, buried all the way to the root!” says Hank in a satisfied voice, “Let's not waste anymore time talking...”

Hank slowly withdraws his butter coated cock from my ass. With the head still inside, Hank slams his dick, balls deep in my distended bowels. Taking his time, and using long agonizing strokes, Hank begins the slow methodical fuck of my tortured asshole. Melted butter begins to ooze out of my painfully stretched asshole, every time Hank completes a viscous stroke. The constant trickle of melted butter runs down the heated pink furrow of my bruised and battered cunt, and finally drips to the kitchen floor from the smooth hairless skin of my Pubis Mons.

Even through the pain of having my ass savagely raped, my other senses are saving this horrific brutalization for all time. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh with every balls deep penetration, the smell of blood, butter, sweat, tears, and sex assail my nostrils, the blurry sight of my home turning into a torture chamber, and finally the taste of mind numbing fear. What did I do to deserve such a brutal punishment? Nothing... I did nothing to deserve this... I'd always heard that monsters live among us, and to my growing horror, one has been living with Mom and me for almost a year now.

Sexually frustrated in his 1st attempt to fuck a seven-year-old little girl, Hank soon starts the rapid, intensely painful, reaming of my asshole. Faster and faster, he pumps his rigid cock into my ass. After a few minutes of intense anal fucking, Hank's hairy ball sacks stop slapping against my swollen pussy, as they pull up against the base of his dick. Hank's grunts and groans of frenzied pleasure increase, while he nears his first ever climax in a prepubescent child. My pain continues to intensifies from Hank's brutal rape of my butter filled ass. No longer able to produce tears, my dry mournful sobs do nothing but inflame the perverted desires of the monster fucking my battered body.

“Here I come, you fucking little bitch! Ahhhh, uumm, humm,....what a nice fuck you are! Yea, take it, take it all.” Hank exclaims, beginning his pent up orgasm.

Hank's six inch cock buried to the hilt, spews load after load of hot sticky cum into my tightly clenched colon. Just before finishing his fiery ejaculation, Hank hurriedly pulls out of my ass, and plunges the first two inch of his rock hard dick back into my ravaged vagina. Hank groans with ultra contentment, deposits the last few forceful spurts of sperm filled cum into my under aged womb.

Finally finished, Hank lets out a satisfied sigh, “Now that was a fine piece of ass! Thanks Heather... I just hope you can stay awake for the rest of tonight's birthday fun with Dad!”

Hank pulls the two inches of still erect cock from my bloody vagina with a slight bloodily plop. My pain only begins to lessen slightly, after Hank has finished with me. A cum butter mixture flows out of my gaping asshole, mixing with the blood, and cum seeps out of my tormented pussy. I lay spent, and bloodied on the table top. All I can do is pray to the Gods that my savage rape is over.

However, stopping was never part of Hank's master plan. Hank's evening of sexual abuse is just getting underway. Hank looks down with evil intent at my battered body. He quickly decided that my bleeding cunt is off limits for the rest of the night, but my gaping ass hole is holding up remarkably well.

Hank walks back in front of me, his butter coated wee wee, cock thing is still hard, and bobbing around in front of him.

“See that hard dick, bitch! That's what happens when you take two Viagra pills before fucking your seven-year-old daughter. I'm going to get another stick of butter. I told you, I was going to fuck you bloody. So far only one hole is bleeding!” Hank hatefully laughter fades, as he walks towards the refrigerator for another stick of butter.

The continued horror of what's happening to me is fully setting in. More rape, more pain, and more torture of my bruised and battered body. Hank returns with another stick of butter. Grasping his home made paddle, he uses his favorite love toy to give me a few painful wacks on my swollen buttocks.

Hank laughs uproariously, as I cry out again and again, begging him to stop, “Sorry about that Princess, but I had to make sure you were still awake to enjoy round #3.

Hank unwrapping the stick of butter, slides it smoothly into my gaping ass hole. Not waiting for it to melt, he viciously penetrates my ass hole shoving the hard cold butter deep into my large intestine. He quickly grabs my narrow hips, and begins to fuck me again with long, painful, rapid strokes. Understandably, my body and mind have had enough. As he fucks away, my vision begins to blur, as I mercifully drift away into unconsciousness.

Hank doesn't care anymore, he fucks me ruthlessly until he cums deeply in my tortured bowels. Even the paddle strokes don't bring me back. Uncaring Hank grabs a beer, gets a sandwich, rests up a bit... before fucking my unconscious body two more times

The Morning Dawns to Even More Horrors

I groggily awakened to the hysterical wailing, and screaming of my Mother. Walking through the backdoor, she's discovered my viciously raped, and brutally battered body tied to the kitchen table. I still have blood mixed with sperm leaking out of my prolapsed anal opening. Dried blood, butter, and sperm coat my butt, pussy, and down both legs. A huge pool of slowly drying mixed fluids has collected on the floor between my legs.

Daddy hearing my Mom's hysterical screams, still naked and rock hard, walks casually into the kitchen closing the back door. My Mom, in a blinding rage, rushes him like a lioness protecting her cub, but Hank, a veteran of many a bar fight, is waiting calmly by the back door. As she reaches for him, he steps to the side punching her hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. Mom dropping to her knees, and gasping for breath is an easy target for him. Hank clouts her on the side of the head, and out she goes.

Hank....D using a handful of long blonde hair, drags Mom's unconscious body over to the kitchen table. Lifting her unconscious body, he slings her up, and onto the table with me. I watch horrified, while Hank pulls her arms out straight, and ties her hands together. A few seconds later, he gathers the slack together, throwing the rope under the table. Hank, working quickly, walks around behind Mom, bending down and picks up the rope pulling it tight. Finally he begins to tie each of her widely spread legs to the table legs, just like me.

Hank notices that I'm awake, “Well Princess, how are you feeling this fine sunny morning? Did you have a nice rest? Sorry about your ass, but you were such a fine fuck I couldn't help myself! Now that the rest of the family is here, how about I ass fuck your Mom while you watch...!” Hank explains cruelly.

I'm unable to speak, or move. All I can do is watch as Hank, using the same butcher knife, cuts the nurses scrubs off my unconscious Mother. Filling his enema jug, he walks over to her, spreads her butt cheeks, and inserts the clear tube up her ass. Loosening the kink, he quickly fills her bowels with a gallon of water. Moaning weakly, Mom starts to regain consciousness. Pulling the dripping tube from her ass, Hank holds the five gallon bucket between Mom's widely spread legs, just as she voids her water filled gut.

Shit and water shoot into the bucket. As the water ebbs from her ass hole, I hear her void her bladder. Thankfully Hank doesn't even notice, as he lowers the bucket, placing it in between her spread legs. The last of the water soon dribbles out of her ass, and into the bucket. The smell of fresh shit, and piss fills the air. As before, Hank takes the smelly bucket out to dump in the bathroom.

Hank, grinning vindictively, returns, picks up his wooden love toy, and walks up behind my securely bound mother. Mom's still only partially aware of her surroundings strains against her bonds. Moments later realizing that she's also tied to the kitchen table... stops her struggles. Our eyes meet seconds before Hank's love paddle makes its first painful contact with Mom's bare ass. Mom bites her lip, but doesn't cry out. Hank begins to enjoy his new victim, viciously slamming away at her exposed flesh. Tears run freely down her face, as the brutal spanking continues.

Hank decides that ten, powerful stinging swats, are enough to prepare his tightly bound wife for her first ass fucking. Unlike me, Mom's tied to the table near the edge. He walks up her side of the table, and drops the paddle in front of her. Mom groans angrily, when she sees the blood soaked surface.

Chuckling cruelly, Hank grabs her by the hair, turning her head toward him, “Okay, Alice let's show your little girl, just how good you are at deep throating my dick... Heather, this is one thing your Mom's very good at doing. Pay attention, my fine little anal whore. Soon, you'll be recovered enough to suck my dick... very, very soon!” he promises, stepping close to my Mother's tear streaked face.

Hank roughly jerks, Mom's head toward the edge of the table; there holding his stiff cock level with her mouth... Hank slaps her face hard, leaving a red hand print behind.

“Open your fucking mouth Alice, or I'll have another go at Heather's bloody asshole.” he warns malevolently.

Without a moment's hesitation, my Mom opens her mouth. Hank gripping his dick near the base, guides it smoothly into my Mother's widely stretched mouth. Mom gags slightly, takes all six inches of Hank's cock deep into her throat. Her nose buried in his coarse pubic hair, Hank using a fist full of hair, begins to face fuck her. Mom starts moaning, and slurping away at his hard dick, while he fucks her throat. Mom actually sounds like she's enjoying sucking his stiff dick. Hank pumps his hips forward, rhythmically matching the sounds of Mom's slurping.

Laughing sadistically, Hank slows, and pushes his dick deep in her throat holding it there, “Watch this Heather!” he instructs venomously.

Soon Mom starts to panic, struggling for air, she strains against her bonds, squirming, and twisting trying to breath around the dick blocking her airway. Hank laughs and laughs, at her puny attempts to dislodge him from her throat. Turning red in the face, Mom's movements gradually slow to a stop, as she slowly suffocates.

Hank with callous slowness pulls out of Mom's throat. Clearing her epiglottis, Mom takes an exaggerated deep breath around Hanks dick.

Smacking her across the mouth again, “Damn Alice, that is such a turn on! I think another few seconds, and you might have been a goner... but that would be hard to explain to the police. Well, Sir! She died with my cock buried in her throat!” laughing perversely, “Shit... that might not be an acceptable cause of death!” he laughs again.

Pulling free of Mom's mouth, Hank walks to the frig for a stick of butter, “You know Alice, I need you to start buying lots of stick butter. I think we'll need about three pounds a week, none of that cheap margarine shit, I want real butter just like the ones I'm using. Make sure you add that to your grocery list. I really don't want to run out any time soon.” Hank instructs cruelly in mock playfulness.

Hank, moving behind my mother, slowly peels the waxed wrapper off another stick of butter. Breathing better, Mom turns her head toward me. She mouths the words silently, “Baby, I am so sorry. I never meant for you to be hurt. I love you no matter what. Always remember, I love you!”

Hank roughly spreads Mom's ass cheeks, wets two fingers, and shoves them savagely up her puckered ass hole. Eyes bulging, and grunting in pain, Mom otherwise remains silent. Hank inserts a third finger wallowing them around forcing her ass open. Hank, like before, holds her butt hole open, as he slides the stick of butter into her colon.

“Damn, I've wanted to fuck your nice round butt forever... Alice! This is going to feel almost as good as our seven-year-old daughter. But... I don't think any butt fuck will ever be as good, or as tight as hers. What a fine young bitch you've brought me Alice... Thanks!” he explains wickedly.

He quickly scoots in behind her, spreading the double moons of her ass, using both hands. Sensuously, he nuzzles the bulbous head of his cock against the depression of her puckered anal opening. Hank running his hands over Mom's red, and swollen ass flesh, he grips her firmly by her round fully mature hips. In one violent thrust, Hank plants his six inch cock, balls deep in Mom's ass. Mom, smiling encouragement, lets out a soft pain filled whimper.

Hank, pulling his butter coated cock out slowly, he begins to ruthlessly spear her ass again, and again. With every bowel penetrating stroke, melted butter is pulled from Mom's dilated ass hole. Melted butter trickles down her spread slit, around her swollen clit, to thoroughly soak her curly blonde pubic hair, before dripping to the floor.

Finally, Hank settles into a steady fully penetrating rhythm. To my shocked surprise, Mom starts to push back against Hank's cock, matching his rhythm, as he moves forward. Mom's painful moans, unbelievably become moans of pleasure, as Hank fucks her pliant ass hard, and fast. Hank has fucked all night long, so he won't be cumming soon. About ten minutes of steady bung hole fucking, Hank brings my Mom to a body wracking orgasm. She bucks and squirms, as spasms of carnal excitement pulse through her convulsing body.

Hank, excited by her orgasm, hammers her ass maliciously bringing himself closer and closer to his fifth climax in twelve hours. Sensing he's near, Mom pushes back harder and harder onto his pelvic trusts. Hank's balls tighten painfully against his groin, the last of his sperm travels to his overworked prostate gland for one more ejaculation of semen into yet another brutally raped woman's body.

Hank's weak climax is nothing more than a few painful, trickling ejaculations of seminal fluid and a few weak sperm stragglers, deep into Mom's large intestine. Simultaneously, Mom's 2nd shuddering orgasm pulses through her well fucked body. My Mom, over and over again, arches her back, driving her hips back into Hank's weakly spewing cock. Finished, Hank lays forward onto Mom's back.

“Shit woman, that was a nice butt fuck! Why didn't we do that earlier? I'm definitely going to fuck your ass again tomorrow.” Hank happily explains.

Hank, rocking back on his heels, his spent cock slips out of her ass with a satisfied sloppy plop. A little cum mixed with butter slowly oozes from Mom's gaping asshole. It slowly trickles down her legs, to join the larger puddle on the floor between Mom's widely spread legs.

Hank stumbles to the kitchen counter, picks up his favorite butcher knife, and cuts the rope holding Mom's hands. Walking slowly out of the kitchen, Hank calls back over his shoulder, “I need some sleep. Cut her down, and get things cleaned up. Don't bother me, or else.” he warns menacingly.

Mom quickly saws away at her remaining bonds. Nevertheless, it still takes a minute, or so to finish cutting herself loose. Mom, crying softly, rushes around the table. She pauses for a few seconds to give me a quick hug, before running out of the kitchen.

Returning, Mom whispers, “Baby I need to push your prolapsed colon back into your body. It's going to hurt like hell, but I have to do this!” still crying quietly, she gets behind me.

Mom takes a tube of Aquaphor cream, and gently applies a generous amount around my bloody prolapsed colon. Using the blunt end of a round deodorant stick, Mom tenderly works the swollen flesh of my colon back into my mutilated anal cavity.

Unable to escape the pain, I don't even struggle against my bonds, and my voiceless scream of renewed agony is nothing more than a raspy hiss. My throat is nearly swollen shut, I've screamed so much. I take a ragged gasp for air, and lay quietly to let Mom finish her initial treatment of my mangled asshole.

As I lay there, I realize that my Mother is crying in parental anguish. Sobbing miserably, “How could fucking that monster feel so good! Shit, I had two orgasms while my baby lay tied, raped, sodomized, and bleeding right next to me. What kind of Mother am I.”

Finishing up, Mom applies a copious amount of Preparation 'H' around, and through my anal opening.

“Hopefully she'll close up soon! I'll have to feed her broth, and jello for a week before she can tolerate going to the bathroom.” talking to herself, Mom begins to sob again.

Mom, stepping closer, bends down touching me lightly on the back. Stifling another mournful sob, Mom gently whispers, “Heather, Baby do you hear me?”

Nodding my head ever so slightly, I look at her with pleading eyes. Mom starts to lose it again, mournfully dissolves in another wave of tearful crying.

My eyes dry, and nearly swollen shut, have started to trickle a few moist tears of relief, “I'm going to cut you loose now. Try not to move until I get you loose. I'll start with your legs, then move around to your arms.” Mom instructs cautiously.

Mom moves to the rope holding my left leg. Sawing quickly through the rope, my leg suddenly free, slides along the edge of the table to hang straight down, but doesn't touch the floor. At the same time, an agonizing jolt of pain shot down my blood starved leg. I can't move my leg, and it hurts like hell to even try. Not moving, Mom repeats the process with my right leg. More pain follows with each rope cut.

Mom cuts the ropes tied to the eye bolts, freeing my wrists. Blood surges back into my hands, but I continue to lay on top of the table, unable to move. All throughout my tortured body, blood starved nerves, muscle, and sinew continue to protest painfully.

Now that I'm free, the shooting pain is not as intense, almost tolerable. That's before Mom slides me off the table. I have no feeling below my waist, so when my feet touch the kitchen floor, my legs give way. Mom catches me as I fall backwards. A blinding flash of excruciating pain slams into me from my lower back, followed by a massive muscle spasm that wracks my body from head to toe. My overwrought mind, and body have had enough torture, pain, horror, and suffering. I surrender to the darkness, the pain numbing blanket of unconsciousness, once again.

The Aftermath

I awakened to a wonderful soothing warmth. If not for the constant dull pain I feel throughout my body, I would be in heaven. Cracking my one eye open, I see a blurry Mom smiling with relief in her eyes. She's sitting on the toilet seat, near the bathtub. I cautiously smile back as best I can. The right side of my face is badly bruised and swollen. I still can't see out of my swollen right eye.

As I sit in the tub, the hot water is working its miracle on my battered body. Mom leaves me for a few minutes, coming back with some hot tea, sweetened with honey.

“Drink this down quickly, it's a little hot. Hot tea will help with your sore throat!” she encourages.

My hands shaking, I start drinking using small sips. Just as Mom said, the tea quickly soothes my raw, and inflamed throat, “Thanks, Mom!” I manage in a whispered croak.

Mom reaches into the tub, and pulls the plug. She lets the water drain out about half way, before putting the plug back in. Turning on the hot water, she fills the tub back up. She bends over stirring the water every so often to make sure it doesn't get too hot. I simply lay there not moving, dozing off and on, soaking up the heat from the water. Mom continues to drain, and fill the tub every fifteen minutes, or so... When I'm nothing but a large badly bruised wrinkle, she helps me out.

We start down the hallway barely moving, half walking, half carrying, we get to my room, and bed. Mom gives me some water, and a little hot chicken broth before letting me lay down. When my head hits the pillow, I fall instantly into a deep dreamless, healing sleep. I slept for fourteen hours, waking up for more water, and broth.

Mom takes me into the bathroom, but I can't pee. Leaving me on the pot, she returns with some sterile lubricant, and a small stainless steel curved catheter. Lubing the tube, she has me lean back resting on the toilet tank. As gently as possible, she spreads my bruise slit exposing my urethra. She carefully inserted the steel catheter tube into my urethra opening, and pushing past the painful swelling, the catheter entered my urine filled bladder. I pee for a full two minutes. Mom says that my swelling has gone down, so she gently removes the catheter.

We finish in the bathroom, before heading back to the bedroom, where I sleep for another twelve hours. Mom's stays in my room sleeping in a chair. Waking I feel much better, stiff and bruised, but not in constant pain. I can even see out of both eyes. The swelling of my right eye is almost gone. I'm sure I've got a heck of a shiner, but my eye isn't hurting any worse than the rest of me. Mom hears me stirring... sits up, and walks over to the bed.

“Hi, baby! How are you feeling?” she asks, concerned.

“Much better, Mom. Could I get something to drink?” pausing painfully, “I also need to pee!” I hoarsely reply.

Mom slowly helps me to my feet... I grit my teeth against the returning pain, and stiffly walk on my own two feet to the bathroom. I sit on the pot for a few minutes, before I'm finally able to painfully pee. My urine is dark yellow, but no signs of any blood. Mom is happy with that.

Going to the kitchen, I pause looking at the kitchen table with a sick feeling in my stomach. I sit down in one of the wooden chairs with a painful woof, before turning to my Mom, “Where's Hank?” I reluctantly ask.

Mom looks at me for a second, after realizing I just called my Father by his 'Given Name', “He's at work, Honey! It's about 2 pm in the afternoon. I told him, if he touched you one more time, I'd tell the police what he did to you, or die trying. So far he has stayed away. I'm pretty sure that won't last forever. He'll probably come home horny tonight. He instructed me to clean myself out, before leaving this morning. I want you to stay in your room this evening, Okay?” she instructs, before walking to the frig to get me a glass of orange juice.

“What are we going to do about Hank?” I ask breaking the silence, “We can't stay with that monster. We need to leave before he hurts us again!” I pause waiting for my Mother's reply, “Mom, are you listening? Mom...?” I ask forcefully.

Deliberating for a long time, “Heather, we can't make it on our own. I don't make enough money to support us financially. If I could, I would have left that bastard already! I just hoped he'd leave you alone, but that didn't happen! I'm sorry my troubles have affected you. I should have seen this coming!” she admits sadly.

“It's okay, Mom! What can we do... starting now? There has to be something we can do together. If we don't leave him, he will eventually hurt one of us badly, or maybe even fatally.” I demanded woman to woman.

Mom thinks for a few minutes before speaking, “Honey, right now I'm a Registered Nurse in a very large hospital. I don't have much seniority, that's why I work all the late shifts. The only way to earn more money in nursing is specialization, or management. I don't have the brains, or time for specialization... that leaves management. It will take about 3 years to finish a management program. That means more hours away from home... That also means you'll have more time here... with you Father. I can't come home to another situation like that. I'll kill him next time! Then where would you be...!”

I stand stiffly, and walk slowly to my Mom. I tenderly put my arms around her drooping shoulders, “Okay, three years... damn that sounds like forever. We're a team now. Two women against a monster. I'll help around the house more, but I need you to teach me how to clean, and do some cooking. I also need you to teach me how to satisfy Hank as quickly as possible!”

“Baby...! Hank's all night birthday rape fest, nearly killed you. Why the hell would I let him have his way with you for the next three years!” she exclaims heatedly.

I pull away stiffly, “Do you really think he's going to keep his hands off of me! I think he really likes fucking little girls, especially the one at home. He can fuck me any time he wants... and he knows it. What I need to know is how to protect myself, and at the same time, satisfy him. You can deny this all you want... but as soon as I get better, he'll have me bent over the kitchen table again! You know he will...!”

“Honey, how can you ask me to do this?” Mom pleads, starting to tear up.

“We don't have many options, do we Mom! We can't stop his abuse. We can only survive it until we're ready to leave. I'll do everything I can to help, but you have to work, and study hard!” I explain, finally getting through to her.

Pausing in thought for a few minutes, “Okay, young lady. Hank thinks he's God's gift to women, and a great fuck. I think we can use his ego against him. We both need to start talking dirty, faking orgasms, and acting like that was the greatest fuck we ever had!” Mom says, beginning my survival education.

“Aaaaah, Mom, what's an orgasm?” I inquire innocently.

Mom busts out laughing, “Well... an orgasm happens when a woman is really, really enjoying sex with her lover, and just explodes sensually from all the pleasure her body is experiencing. They usually happen when you're being fucked, or from being vaginally stimulated by your lover. I'm pretty sure you haven't had one yet. Nor do I expect you to have one any time soon... at least not with Hank. I'll help you learn how to fake one. When Hank comes home this evening he'll want to fuck! I'll have my ass all cleaned out for him. I want you to sneak into the kitchen, and watch the show. I'll pretend to really enjoy myself. Okay!” she lectures on her plan.

Mom pausing for a few seconds continues, “Also, Baby girl... you need to call him Dad, or Daddy. Just like before! If we want him to buy this, you will need to continue to be his loving little girl. I know he's a depraved, brutal monster, but to pull this off we'll both need to play our parts. Me... the loving, submissive, sex loving wife, and you the loving, obedient, sexually depraved daughter!”

We worked together from that point on, woman to woman, sharing the burden of Hank's physical, and sexual abuse.

Later in the day... we both sit at Hank's rape table talking through our first survival plan, and wait for Hank to come home. Mom called into work, and got her fourteen days of vacation. We use that time for me to heal, and for Mom to teach me how to satisfy Hank, including blow jobs. She thought I could probably learn to give real live, Hank face fucking, blow jobs in another few days. Thank the Gods this all happened during the summer, where I could stay inside, and not have to go anywhere.

That night when Hank comes home from work half drunk as usual, he throws open the back door, and sees me sitting at the kitchen table. Mom is over by the sink cutting up some veggie's for a stir fry dinner for Hank and her... I'm still on a liquid diet for a few more days.

“Well, I see little 'Miss Sunshine has finally got her lazy ass out of bed! So Alice, she doesn't look too bad... when can I start fucking her cute little ass again?” he asks, slurring his words slightly.

Mom with sugary sweetness, “Not for a while Baby! She needs to get better, before you pop her in the ass again. I called into work today, and took my two weeks of vacation. So, unless you want me to call the police on your sorry ass, you will leave her the fuck alone... at least until I go back to work!”, she finishes venomously.

That excites Hank no end. Walking over to the sink, Hank slaps Mom hard across the face, and grabbing a handful of long blonde hair, drags her violently towards the kitchen table. I stand up as fast as I can, and barely drag my sore ass out of the way.

Knowing that Hank would take her as soon as he got home, Mom had put on a pretty little yellow sundress. She knew this was going to happen and wasn't wearing a bra or panties.

Hank throws her roughly across the table, starts to unbuckle his belt. Mom looks back over her shoulder, “Wait darling, how about a little warm up before you fuck my ass? Maybe a little deep throat blow job will get you nice and hard... besides I like sucking your cock!” she asks seductively.

Mom looks at me, and winks, “Get your fucking ass over here! It's time you learned how to suck your Father's dick properly.” she commands me gruffly.

Hank loving this idea, Hank releases Mom's hair, and lets her off the table.

I stiffly hobble over to the kitchen table. Mom sits Hank on the edge of the table, giving us both easy access to his dick. Deftly Mom's hands, finish unbuckling his belt, unbuttons his pants and fly, and in one quick motion, pulls his blue jean down around his ankles. Mom slides her hand casually between Hank's abdomen, and waistband of his jockey briefs grasping his dick just below his hair covered balls. With exaggerated slowness, she snakes Hank's semi stiff dick and balls out, and over the waistband of his tight white briefs.

“Now bitch, you need to start pulling your weight around here!”, shaking Hank's balls and dick in front of my face, “This is a man's genitalia... in other words his cock, and balls. You already know where to put his cock, but there are other ways to pleasure a man. Watch carefully, I'm going to give your Dad a blow job. I'll put his cock in my mouth as far as I can, and suck it like a very large lollipop. Be sure to watch my tongue, as I lick him around the large purplish head, and along the shaft. He likes that!” leering at me, Mom finishes up her lewd explanation of the finer points of cock sucking.

Getting on our knees, Mom gives me a dirty look, “Okay you stupid girl, pull his underwear down, so I can get started!”

I hesitantly reach up to pull Hank's underwear down around his ankles. Looking up, I watch Mom guide Hank's stiff manhood close to her puckered lips. Flicking out the tip of her tongue, she caresses the velvety skin along Hank's bulbous purplish cock head. Around in a glistening circle, her tongue tickles the sensitive coronal ridge. Snake-like, her tongue springs out, opening the small urethral slit. Hank, moaning with pleasure, tightens his grip on the edge of the table.

“God, Hank you taste so good! I can't wait any longer to gobble down your wonderfully long, hard cock. I want to feel it deep in my throat, I want you to face fuck me, but please... please don't come! I need that cum filled dick in my ass. I want you to unload that massive pulsating dick in the dark moist recesses of my seething bowels. I want to cum again, just like the first time.!” she teases kissing the tip of Hank's twitching dick.

Mom, holding Hank's cock steady, makes a great show of methodically swallowing his six inch cock whole. Gagging a little, she pulls her mouth off his gleaming saliva coated dick. Tendrils of drool arc between the head of his cock, and Mom's lower lip. Licking her lips and smiling up at Hank, “Shit baby... your long, fucking hot cock feels so good deep in my throat!” she coos seductively.

Pausing for a moment “Sorry Baby, but I need to show this little bitch how to tea bag a set of balls.” she purrs heatedly, “First you need to suck one of his hairy balls into your mouth, and gently roll it around with your tongue.” she winks at me smiling.

Mom lifts his shaft up, holding it against Hank's abdomen, and bending her head, slurps up one of his hairy, sperm filled balls in her mouth. I can see her cheeks indent, as she sucks hard on his scrotum. Pulling back slightly, she stretches the fleshy nut sack out, before letting his ball swing free from her wet mouth.

Hank is twisting and groaning with pleasure, “That's it Baby, suck the other one, too. Man, your mouth is super hot today. Hurry up, and show the little cunt how to suck my dick... I'll need to fuck you real soon!” Hank grunts hotly.

Mom scoops up the other ball, teabagging that one also. With both balls hanging between his legs dripping spit, Mom pulls Hank's rigid dick back into her mouth. Going slowly, she makes sure I'm watching how she grips his dick with her lips, and runs her tongue along the sensitive underside. Mom grabbing Hank's ass pulls herself back onto his six in cock. Mom takes her time... lewdly making a great show of taking Hank's cock inch by inch down her throat. Finally, with her nose firmly planted in Hank's coarse brown pubic hair, Mom starts to suck, and deep throat Hank's rigid man meat. Faster and faster, she pushes him deep down into her throat, only to sucking him hard coming out.

As Hank's excitement takes control, he pushes himself away from the table. He roughly grabs a hand full of blonde hair; holding Mom's head steady, he begins to fuck her face with long rapid strokes. A puddle of spit quickly forms on the kitchen floor, below Hank's balls, unnoticed as they swing heavily against Mom's chin. Hank's cock batters the back of Mom's throat with each, and every deep thrust. Mom, breathing as often as possible, wraps her arms around Hank's hips. Clinching a buttock in each hand, she pulls him even deeper into her mouth. Like a bitch in heat, my Mother continues her lewd moaning, and groaning in apparent lustful pleasure.

Hank, feeling the cum boiling in his balls, stops suddenly, pulling his cock out of her gaping mouth.

“Not in the mouth you stupid bitch... I want some ass tonight!” He yells at Mom, slapping her hard across the cheek.

Hank with a lustful groan, pulls Mom to her feet. Slams her body back against the table, he lifts her yellow sun dress over her head, and bends her over. Not waiting for the butter, Hank forcefully spreads her ass cheeks, nuzzles his spit covered cock head in Mom's puckered ass hole, and plunges six inches of cock, balls deep in her gut.

With a delighted cry of pure pleasure, Mom starts to quiver and quake, as her body spasms from the first of her fake orgasms, “Come on Hank, fuck me hard, make me come again. I need you Baby... fuck me silly!” Mom moans with fake pleasure.

Mom starts to fuck her self on Hank's impaling cock. Hank just stands there, as Mom uses the table to push back, burying his blood-engorged dick deep into her ass. Mom's colorectal muscles begin to milk Hank's cock, while she fucks him. Hank is happy as a clam letting Mom do all the work. With his hands resting lightly on her badly bruised ass, Hank smiling lustfully likes the look, and feel of her thrusting back onto his glistening dick.

“Come on Hank, give me that scalding hot sperm, I want to feel it shooting against the walls of my colon. I'm about to come again... Hank come on fuck me Baby, fuck me hard!” she whispers hoarsely.

Hank, sensing his own impending orgasm, grabs Mom roughly by the hips, and begins to hammer away at her asshole. Inspired by Mom's actions, I stiffly get down on my knees behind Hank. Watching Hank's dick plunging into my Mom's ass, I see his balls pulled up against the base of he cock. I reach up tentatively at first, to delicately palm, and knead Hank's hairy balls. With a animalistic moan of delight, he continues to fuck Mom's ass. I squeeze and milk his balls gently. Amazingly, I can feel them contracting slightly, as sperm is forced toward his prostate gland.

“Ah, shit fuck... ummhuu ooh! I coming baby.” Hank shouts, grunting enthusiastically.

When Hank starts to empty his balls deep into Mom's convulsing asshole, I squeeze his balls tightly forcing all the sperm out, and into his prostate.

Mom starts to pitch, and buck around on Hank's orgasmic prick, faking another orgasm of her own. Her throaty moans of pleasure, along with her convulsing ass bounces, up and down, wiggling and jerking from side to side, is all for Hank's perverse gratification. Hank, holding on tight, continues to empty his balls into her ass, as I squeeze him dry. Finished with his orgasm, he pulls his spent fuck rod from Mom's gaping ass hole with a sickening plop. Releasing my hold on his balls, Hank turns toward me.

With Mom watching, I reach up, and guide Hank's slimy, cum coated dick toward my waiting mouth. The pungent mixed aroma of my Mom's ass, and Hank's masculine musk assail my sense of smell. Ignoring my gag reflex, while moaning with delight, I begin to lick the anal gel, and cum off his dick. Seeing a droplet of cum oozing from the urethra slit, I quickly leaned forward, and taking the head of his dick into my mouth, began to suck the leftover semen from his softening rod.

The taste of my Mother's ass and Hanks putrid tasting cum almost makes me gag, but then I remember what Hank does to Mom and me. So as I pull the last of the monster's seed from his limp cock, I open wide, taking his flaccid rod into my mouth. I force myself to focus on giving him a lewd display of me cleaning his precious man meat.

Finally, with a deep sigh of heated disappointment, I let his limp cock fall lifeless from my mouth, “Ummmhumm, that taste's real good Daddy. Can I suck you off tomorrow... if Mom lets me? I'd really like a mouth full, and Mom said I needed to practice my blow jobs. Please Mom, please Dad can I suck him off tomorrow. Please... please... pretty please...!” I beg them both.

With a stern look, Mom finally agrees... nodding her head. Hanks just stands there with a big smile on his face. Still holding his cock in my right hand. It starts to swell, and stiffen.

“Ummm, Mom! I think Daddy wants his little girl to suck his cock right now, uuuhumm right, Dad??” I look up innocently.

Hank rocks his hips forward, as I open my lips wide, he slides his large purplish Glans back into my mouth. Using my tongue, I lick around the bottom of Hank's stiffening dick. Pushing forward, Hank forces four inches down my throat, before I start gagging, unable to take more of his six inch dick.

I'm unable to throat more, so pulling back slightly, I begin to suck on Hank's stiff dick. Without hesitation, I reach below his shaft to cup his spit, and cum coated balls in my right hand. As I knead them softly, I start to bob my head up and down, sucking energetically on his thick velvety shaft. Squeezing, and milking his balls like before, Hank's carnal groans of excited pleasure, tell me I'm about to get my first mouth full of Hank's incestuous seed.

Hank enjoying himself immensely, grabs a hunk of blonde hair, and taking over, begins to forcefully pump his rock hard dick in, and out of my tightly stretched lips. Glancing at Mom, I can tell my first face fuck is going well.

Within seconds, Hank is mercilessly pounding away at the back of my throat, “Holy shit Alice, she sucks dick almost as good as you. Not as deep, but damn... Ummm... ooohhh... shit her mouth is even hotter than yours!” Hank groans, as he forces his hard dick time after time, deep into my tight throat.

Feeling his balls tighten against the base of his dick, and start to twitch, I know he's ready to fill my mouth to overflowing with sperm, and seminal fluid. No simple mouth shot... with one final stroke, Hank buries his cock into the back of my throat.

Hank, holding his impaling dick deep in my throat, “That's it bitch! Keep your fucking mouth open, you cock sucking little whore!” he cry's out, flexing his hips, Hank tries unsuccessfully to push his climaxing dick deeper into my narrow throat.

Holding my breath, he starts shooting load after load of thick hot cum down the back of my throat. My mouth and throat are full of cock... Hanks continues to spurt his incestuous seed again and again directly down my esophagus, and into my stomach. Not exactly a deep throat penetration, but for sure a throat blocking penetration.

As I start to turn red in the face, Hank causally pulls his softening dick from my throat and mouth.

Hank, turning to my Mother, “See Alice, what a hot fucking slut! Seven-years-old and not a drop wasted. All of it deep down her throat. I can't wait until she can take the whole six inches. Okay, Alice I can hold off for fourteen days, before I start in fucking her again, but in the mean time I expect all the hot preteen blow jobs I want!” Hanks signs momentarily satisfied.

In an apparent rage, Mom turns to me, slapping me firmly across the face. Surprised, tears quickly fill my eyes. I look tearfully at Mom, when she winks at me.

“That's for not listening today, you stupid little cunt! I agree with Dad... your discipline is very lacking. I told you to rest for another few days, not suck your Daddy's dick tonight. Now get your ass to bed! I've had enough of your shit today.” she says angrily.

I turn to walk stiffly out of the kitchen, my throat raw, and swollen from Hank's hard face fuck, I head to my room. I pause at the door, turning back to see Hank with a hand full of Mom's blonde hair, dragging her back to the kitchen table, paddle in hand. I hear him start in on her ass again. Knowing I can't help her, I walk forlornly into my room to wait for Hank to finish beating my Mother. She always comes in to give me a hug, and a big kiss good night.

Hank... I thought about it again... Hank, not Dad, or Daddy. That wonderful loving man I once loved in return, is now gone forever, obliterated in a single night. Now... only the twisted monster Hank remains. His name is nothing more than a curse word, just like any other four letter word! I start to cry again... little racking sobs of loneliness, and loss. I'm Fatherless once again!

A few minutes later, Mom walks in with a slight limp, smiling as if nothing has just happened in the kitchen. Hugging each other fiercely, we both know that tonight forward, we're a team...

Fourteen days almost to the minute, the monster I call Daddy, started in fucking my ass again. Mom and I had been working for days on getting my tight asshole stretched, and ready to fuck. From that day on, I've taken Daddy's six inch dick up my ass with ease.

I've been fucked in the ass at least four to five times a week ever since my 7th birthday. Hank continued to try my tiny cunt out. When I was eight, he was able to get about four inches into me. At that time, he started fucking my immature pussy a few times a week. At nine years, I could nearly take all of him. He still prefers my ass, but now at almost ten-years-old, I don't even feel him against my cervix. Every once in awhile, he'll bend me up double to fuck my cunt... when he does I can just feel the tip of his dick.

I don't love the man I once called Dad, or anything he does to me. It's my job to keep Hank happy, so Mom can finish her class work. She's nearly done! Soon... very soon... we'll plan a new future without Hank.

My name is Heather Green... I have survived living with an abusive animal for three years, and soon I'll take my life back!

A New Beginning

I sit with both girls in my lap, stunned at the story I just heard. Holding Heather tight I ask quietly, “Heather how have you survived to become such a lovely young lady?”

With her head down, she quietly responds, “The memories of Hank's intensely painful anal rape, to this day wake me most nights. But hope... believing in the hope of a better future. You know, I met Nikki for the first time, six weeks after Hank's rape session. She became my best, and only friend overnight. Every time I came for a visit, Nikki's mother, and you both always treated me like family. I hoped that one day, I'll be in a family just like yours. Where people loved one another!”

We all sit there for a while longer. Each of us is deep in our own thoughts.

Standing the girls up in front of me, I look them both in the eye, “Heather... Nikki and I both promise never to tell a soul about your secret. If there's anything we can do to help, just let us know. Okay!” I confirmed emotionally.

“Thanks, Mr. McBride... I mean Sean! Thank you very much.” Heather replies, rushing in to give me another big bear hug. Not to be left out, Nikki latches on to the other side. I reach down, hug these precious young ladies tight against me.

I stand there with a young beauty in each arm, wondering where all of this will go...?