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Rape/Betrayal#7 My Daddy is an Asshole 
By Jaz1701 (jaz1701@webtv.net)


Hello, My name is Susan.  I have a big problem, well two really.  I 
have been keeping a secret for a long time. You see my father is an 
asshole-but nobody knows it. 

Here is my other problem, my boyfriend told me he loved me for the 
first time last night.  Good news right? Wrong! It was fine when we 
were just friends. I dated a lot, and he knew all about it.  I'd 
suck their dicks, while they played with my heavy tits. I even let 
guys fuck and cum in my ass. It was not a secret, everyone knew I 
was a slut. Ron and everyone else thought I was a virgin; that I 
was saving myself for marriage cuz I never let a guy fuck my pussy. 
In a way I guess a part of me feels like I am a virgin. I have 
never surrendered myself to a man, I have never said "I love you" 
and allowed him to take me completely.  My virginity was stolen 
from me.  I don't even know exactly when my father took it. 

To me sex has always been a dirty little part of life, like 
shitting or puking. I mean you get an urge, a certain pressure and 
you have to release it. I've had lots of boyfriends. Most of them 
loved bending me over and fucking me up the ass. I let them do it 
as hard and as brutal as they liked. Lot's of guys would talk dirty 
to me calling me a whore or a slut as they squeezed my tits and 
came in my ass. I never let them play with my pussy though, I 
always masturbated myself to orgasm. I didn't need their filthy 
hands touching me. I never wanted a man to have that kind of 
control over me again. 

Then I met Ron. 

He was so different. We had a chemistry class together. We had 
never really talked. He was a quiet nerdy, Boy Scout type. Don't 
get me wrong he is actually kind of cute if you look past his Urkel 
glasses, and fashion tragedy attire. One day he came up to me and 
out of the blue said he liked  the way I answered one of the 
Professor's questions.  That's it, just a comment in passing as we 
walked out the door. I was 19 years old and nobody had ever praised 
my mind before. When you are a pretty blonde with big tits, a nice 
ass, and a rep for being a freak nasty cum slut; that's not what 
guys usually want to talk to me about.  Ron really looked at me, in 
the face. His eyes did not stray to my fat tits. I never caught him 
wandering down to my juicy ass.  He really thought I was smart and 
funny. I had never trusted a man after my father raped me, but 
somehow, slowly we became friends.  As a friend he had a problem 
with the guys I dated, with the way I let them treat me. 

We were studying for mid terms and had taken a break at Burger King 
when one of the loser guys I had been fucking came up to our table. 
He leaned across Ron and gave me a hot. wet kiss. 

"Hey Susan, looking good enough to fuck in those jeans, Mmm I sure 
would love to see you sucking my dick tonight, what do you say, is 
it a date?"

"Sure Jim see you around nine." 

"Meet me at the door naked. I can't wait to fuck your sweet ass. 
See ya slut," he said as he reached out and gave my nipples a 
friendly little squeeze. 

After he left Ron let me have it. I had never seen him so angry. 
"What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why did you let him do that to 
you. " I...I could not explain it to him, I did not really know 
myself. But I liked Ron and did not want him mad at me so, I 
offered him what I thought any man would want. 

"Look I'm sorry.  You can fuck me too if you want. I don't know why 
we have never done it but I promise to be real good for you. You 
can do anything you want to me, except fuck my pussy," I said with 
all sincerity. 

No man had ever turned down an offer like that from me. Frankly I 
was sitting there waiting for that glazed over look to settle on 
Ron's face.  For him to start planning all the nasty things he 
would do to me.  Imagine my surprise when he started crying, got up 
and left without a word. I tried calling him for two days with no 
luck. I kept playing the conversation over and over in my mind, but 
could not figure out what his problem was. 

But it bothered me. 

It made me feel empty and cold to think that I had lost my friend, 
my only friend. 

I decided to go over to his apt and find a way to make things right 
between us. Even if I had to let him fuck my pussy I would. He 
meant that much to me. 

I knocked on his door and he opened it. 

"Come on in, I guess we need to talk." 

I followed him and we sat down on his couch. I was nervous and 
uncomfortable, and not sure how to start. 

"Ron, I'm sorry if I upset you the other day. That guy meant 
nothing to me. If you want me to stop talking about other guys I 
fuck around you, I will. If you want me I'm yours-I'll do anything 
for you...I guess if you say I have to you can fuck me in my pussy 
too." I could not look him in the eye I was holding my breath 
waiting for him to accept or reject me. Slowly he put his arms 
around me and pulled me into a tight bear hug. I started kissing 
his neck and was pulling my t-shirt off when he stopped me. 

"Susan, keep your clothes on, nothing is going to happen. I have to 
tell you something, and it's not going to be easy. Susan-I love 
you. What's more I like you. I want to be your friend. I can't bear 
to watch the way you let men use you. It hurts too much. So...I 
think I have to get you out of my heart. I don't understand what 
made you this way, but I want to be there for you, as a friend. A 
part of me just wants to hold you and caress you and worship you, 
to wash away every asshole who has ever touched you. I want you to 
love me and respect me. I don't think that's possible now. It's too 
painful to be around you all the time. So I'll have to cut back 
some, but I'll be there as much as I can.  Ron held me tight for a 
good 20 minutes.  It was slowly sinking in that he did not want me. 

He did not find me attractive. I began to wonder if he was gay. 
Over the next 3 weeks I saw him a few times. We talked on the phone 
every couple of days and even studied together once at the library. 
Then it happened. 

I was walking across campus and saw Ron talking(laughing really) 
with some nerdy bimbo bitch. She was flirting with him. It was so 
fucking obvious, to everyone but him. The way she kept putting her 
hand on his arm and leaning into him. She had a squeaky little 
giggle that made me want to slap her. 

How dare she touch my... ? 

He said he loved me, he was my...? 

I don't know what he was, but he was MINE! 

I stomped over to them and screamed at her, "Get your hands off of 
him he belongs to me bitch!" 

The prissy little sissy slut took one look at me and ran away 
crying. I think she went off to find her mommy. 

Ron looked startled and in shock. 

"What just happened Susan, Why did you do that." As the adrenaline 
surge leaked away from me I could not believe what I had just done. 
Why had I done it? 

"You belong to me. She had no business touching you. You are mine.  
I..love you," I said in a small voice. I was so cold, big sloppy 
tears were dripping down my face. My teeth were chattering and my 
nose began to run. Ron wrapped his arms around me and kissed me 
slow and deep. He sucked all the bad air in me out and breathed his 
sweet essence in.  "I love you too Susan, I guess we need to talk." 

It has been a long time since I was as scared as I was the night I 
had to try and explain my past to Ron. My early teen years were a 
nightmare, I had never told anyone all the things my rapist did to 
me. I told him the basics that night and it opened the floodgates. 

I am writing it all down now, getting it out in the open. I have 
been a prisoner to my father's sick cruelty for long enough. 
My father is an asshole and I will hate him forever for what he did 
to me.  I felt so alone, so helpless. Nobody would have believed 
me, everyone thought he was a great guy. So did I until I was 15. 

My parents got divorced when I was 11.

I still loved my daddy then.  I remember feeling sorry for daddy. 
He had to leave home, and our friends, and even our dog; and live 
in that 1 bedroom apt all alone. Just because mommy did not love 
him anymore. I tried to adjust to being a divorced kid, and for a 
while it really was not bad. My parents were not fighting anymore, 
and I got to spend every other weekend with my funny dad. I liked 
having him all to myself, being the center of attention.  At first 
I would sleep on his hard sofa bed.  One night though daddy and I 
were watching TV and both fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of 
the night and decided to use daddy's empty bed.  The next morning I 
awoke to find daddy's heavy arms wrapped around me.  If I'm 
truthful with myself...it felt nice to feel his hot breath on my 
back, to feel his body heat through my thin nightgown.  When I 
tried to get up he hugged me to him even tighter. I could feel him 
pressing into me. 

"Dad, dad wake up." I said as I pulled his arm off of me.  Slowly 
he did. He looked down at me and it took a few seconds for him to 
register that his daughter was in bed with him. Finally he 
smiled, yawned and said, "Good morning beautiful did you sleep 
well?" "I sure did, your bed is a lot more comfortable than the 
sofa. Uh...you don't mind do you dad?" 

He was quiet for a few seconds and then said, "No I don't mind. You 
feel nice and toasty up against me...shit Susan look at the time 
it's almost 11:00 if we don't fly out of here you'll be late for 
soccer and the coach won't play you." 

You have to understand how important soccer was to me at age 11. I 
was our teams star player. If I was benched we would lose and all 
my friends would blame me. 

Today was the championship game. 

"Dad please we have to hurry," I squealed as we got out of bed.  
"Honey I'm sorry but by the time you shower, use the bathroom, and 
bush your teeth...and then I do the same-there is no way we can 
make it." An inspiration born of desperation hit me: "Dad what if 
we use the bathroom together. While I'm in the shower you can use 
the bathroom.  Then we will switch." 

Dad got a strange look on his face but finally agreed," I guess it 
is no worse than us sleeping together", he mumbled.  Dad let me go 
in and hop in the shower, and a few seconds later I heard him come 
in. It felt strange being naked in the same room with my dad 
but..well he WAS daddy after all it wasn't like he had never seen 
me naked before. This time he could not even see me clearly through 
the shower door. When I was finished I cracked the door and was 
feeling for my towel. 

Then I saw him. 

Daddy was shaving-naked. I must have gasped because he spun around 
and tried to cover his penis, but it was way too big to hide. I had 
never seen one before and I guess I was curious. I could not stop 
staring. It kept getting bigger and longer and was twitching.  
"Susan what do you think you are doing!" my father roared. I was 
startled back to reality and embarrassed. I jumped back into the 
shower, closed the door and began to cry.  After a few minutes 
daddy knocked on the glass.  "C'mon out sweetheart it's ok, daddy is 
sorry he yelled at you," he said as he opened the shower door. 

I was naked and so was daddy. He opened his arms for a hug. It felt 
strange hugging him naked. I had never felt his penis press into me 
before. It felt so big and hot as it pressed into my bellybutton.  
Suddenly daddy lifted me under my arms and gave me a kiss-on both 
cheeks and then a light one on the lips. He carried me over to the 
sink and sat me on the counter. Now his penis was bumping around 
between my thighs.  Everything was happening so quickly, I did not 
know what to say. Daddy acted like nothing was wrong. He stood 
between my legs and talked to me while he finished shaving. As 
strange as it felt being naked in front of him, and feeling his 
penis touch me...I was young and innocent and loved my daddy. It 
felt kind of nice to be so close to him. I can remember how mommy 
and daddy used to sleep together and shower together. I recall the 
laughing and giggling, and soft mummers that used to come from 
their bathroom. It made me feel grownup to be sharing this time 
with daddy. As I look back on it I know how wrong it was for daddy 
to be naked with me, to lean forward and hold his dick tight 
against my lower stomach, to press in to me. 

If he had only stopped there I could forgive him, I would still 
love him. 

If only he had stopped there. 

We made it to practice just in time.  I still can remember running 
down the field , evading defenders to get in position to score. It 
was a tough game. The score was tied. Finally it was just me and 
their goalie.  Over the noise on the field, over all the other 
parents screaming, I could hear him. My father's deep booming voice 
yelling my name, cheering for me, willing me to win," Now Susan, 
Now! You can do it!! She can't stop you!" he said laughing, 
powerful, dominant, because he KNEW I would win. 

And he was right. 

I was carried off the field, by my teammates. I know it was just a 
Little League championship, and it really was not all that 
important...but how many times do you get carried off the field in 
a lifetime. How many times do people scream your name and tell you 
that you are the best. Once , maybe twice? 

Maybe never. 

When I finally made it to my father he bent down and hugged me hard 
and said, "congratulations baby, you were better than all of them I 
am so proud of you," then he kissed me on the lips and slipped his 
tongue inside me for a second or two; before picking me up and 
swinging me around. 

I called my mom when we got back to dad's apt. She had to work and 
had missed the game. Mom was an executive secretary for a lawyer 
and they had a big case coming up. He was always making her work 
late or on weekends. It was not strange for him to take a last 
minute business trip. More often than not mom had to go with him.  

"Mom we won! I kicked the winning goal. It was so awesome! I wish 
you had been there. " 

"Oh honey me too, Mommy is really busy right now. I'll see you 
tomorrow after school, bye sweetheart." 

Dad saw the disappointment on my face. He was sitting in his 
recliner, and patted his lap for me to come sit in it with him. I 
smiled and scrambled up in his lap and wiggled around trying to get 
comfortable.  "Oh ho! So I've got a little wiggle worm do I? Well I 
know how to fix that," daddy laughed as he began tickling me. His 
hands were all over me. Then he did something strange. He lifted my 
shirt and began playing with my stomach. He made circles around my 
bellybutton. His hands kept creeping up my chest till he found my 
budding nipples. It did kind of tickle..but I knew this was wrong. 
I did not like it. 

How do you tell your daddy to stop touching you? I was 11 fucking 
years old! He was my daddy, and I loved him-I did not know what to 
say. I remember that I stopped laughing, and sat still while he 
squeezed and played with my breasts for several minutes. I could 
hear his heavy breathing, he did not say a word. I became aware 
that his penis was pressing into my bottom hard. Finally he 
stopped.  "What do you want for dinner Susan, anything you want." 

I was an 11 yr old American, so of course I said, "Pizza".  Dad 
laughed as he put his hands on my butt and slowly pushed me out of 
the chair. 

"Big surprise, ok I'll call it in after you take a bath. You are one 
stinky, smelly little wiggle worm." 

We both laughed as I headed off to the bathroom.   I did smell 
pretty bad I thought as I turned the shower on. My hair was stringy 
with sweat and I felt salty and dirty all over. I lathered in soap 
and shampoo and began to relax into the hot water.  

I heard a sound, someone was in the bathroom with me. 
The shower door opened and my dad was standing there naked.  
"Dad...? What are you doing?! " I said as I tried to cover my tiny 
breasts. I was still feeling a little strange after our tickle 
session bump and grind. 

"Hi honey, I was just thinking were both hungry, hot and smelly-and 
we did see each other naked this morning so-why not get clean 
together.  We'll eat that much faster. You don't mind do you baby? 
I used to change your diapers and give you a bath all the time," he 
said as he climbed in to the small shower with me. 

At first he just lathered up and did not touch me. He was laughing 
and talking about the game and suggested we rent a movie for later 
on.  Slowly I relaxed. 

Then it happened. 

I dropped the soap. I bent over with shampoo in my eyes trying to 
pick it up. I did not realize it then but I must have given my 
daddy quite a view of my young pussy and ass. When I finally found 
it my face was at crotch level with my dad. His beefy cock was 
right in front of me.  I was so embarrassed. I just stayed there and 
stared at it. When I realized what I had done, and that daddy was 
looking at me I blushed and started to stand up. 

"No honey stay there, it's ok. You are my daughter. It's only 
natural that you would be curious. You are becoming a woman, so I 
guess it is time we had a talk about sex and biology. There is 
nothing to be ashamed about. Go ahead touch it, he won't bite you, 
He laughed as he placed my hand on his dick. 

I was curious, and did not know any better so I let him do it. It 
felt so hard and hot and my fingers could not quite meet as I 
wrapped them around daddy's cock. 

Daddy sighed and it seemed like his dick got even bigger in my 
hand.  "C'mon Susan let's finish our shower and then I'll teach you 
the basics about sex. Since you are down here anyway and have the 
soap, why don't you wash daddy's cock for him, be sure to get my 
balls and butt too." I did not say a word as I washed my daddy 
good, from cock to balls, to the crack of his ass. I used my hands 
to lather him and rinsed him off.  I stood up to leave. 

"Not so fast young lady, fair is fair, give me the soap..good. Now 
raise your arms over your head. Daddy is gong to wash you now.  And 
he did. 

For the next 10 minutes daddy took his time and rubbed and played 
with, and soaped, and rinsed every inch of my body.  "Bend over 
sweetie, I want to clean your little pussy out, before I do your 
butt." 

After a few minutes of him messing with my pussy, and digging in my 
ass; I finally said, "Dad, I think I'm clean." 

He laughed, seemed to snap out of it and said,  "Yeah I guess you 
are right." 

We got out of the shower and daddy insisted we towel each other 
off.  He wrapped me in the large towel and began to rub me dry. I 
could feel his powerful hands squeezing and cupping and mauling me. 
He roughly spun me around and did the same to my plump little ass. 

Then he took the towel, put it between my thighs and sawed it back 
and forth over the sensitive flesh. Finally he wrapped the towel 
around his penis and made me dry him off. On the way out of the 
bathroom he picked up a bottle of baby powder and baby oil and led 
me to his bedroom. 

I was very nervous as Daddy made me lay down on his bed. He removed 
the towel from around my waist. 

"Susan it's time you learned about the differences in men and 
women's bodies. I'm going to give you a massage while I teach you. 

If you have any questions just let me know. Now do you know what 
this is...that's right it's your daddy's penis but it is also 
called a cock, a dick or a prick. I want you to use the correct 
words when we are alone. Now what is this...yes honey it's your 
vagina. But it is also called a pussy, a slit, a snatch or a cunt. 
Now when a man gets excited because he is looking at a sexy woman, 
his dick gets hard and fat cuz he wants to stick it in one of a 
woman's holes. This is called fucking. When you are older maybe 
I'll show you, but for now I'll just say men love fucking women in 
their wet cunts, in their tight little asses and in their sweet, 
round mouths. It is natural for men and women to enjoy each other," 
he said as he massaged baby oil deep into my body. 

It felt strange to have daddy touch me in places I had barely 
touched myself. But he said everything in a normal, matter of fact 
tone, and well...he was my daddy. I trusted him, I knew about bad 
words but I had never heard most of these before. (Cunt, prick, 
slit? ) Nothing daddy did hurt me, in fact it really kind of made 
me feel tingly and warm. I had wondered about sex and was kind of 
glad daddy was being honest with me. 

Even if it made me feel kind of weird. 

I did not know how to articulate back then but being naked in front 
of daddy, having him play with my pussy, stick his pinkie in my ass 
and rub my titties, embarrassed me. I was shy about my body, daddy 
made me feel like a desirable woman, when I knew that I was not. 
The conflicting, confusing, embarrassing emotions basically caused 
me to shut down whenever daddy touched me like that. I did not 
participate, but I did not scream for help. 

Daddy rolled me over on my stomach and covered me in baby powder. 
He straddled my body, and I could feel his hard cock pressing into 
my back.  His strong hands gripped and pulled on my flesh. He 
positioned my body into an "X" and rubbed my arms, cupped my tits 
and ran his fingers around the outside of my pussy lips. 

"Let's see how clean you are after the shower I gave you, he said 
as he scooched down, spread my butt cheeks apart and began slowly 
licking my ass. 

This was different. This was more than uncomfortable. I was really 
scared. 

"Daddy no! please stop, don't do that it's wrong!" I found the 
courage to say as I tried to crawl away from daddy's tongue as it 
slithered into my asshole. 

He kept holding me down and licking me for several seconds before 
he stopped. Then he slid next to me in the bed and pulled my naked 
body into his arms and just held me. 

"Shh it's ok baby, daddy loves you. You just lay right here. You 
are such a beautiful, intelligent woman that I thought you were 
ready for more. Most fathers don't start teaching their girls about 
sex until after their period and first real bra. I can see that you 
are not quite ready to be a real woman yet. That's ok there is no 
rush. We'll take it slow, you are in charge. Whenever we practice 
sex you can tell me if I'm going too fast, or if you are 
uncomfortable. Susan I'm your daddy and I love you. Now remember 
this is a private thing just between us. If your mom found out she 
might use this as an excuse to keep us apart. If a judge agreed 
that you are too young, then I would never see you again. Do you 
understand?" he said as he held me snug and secure in his arms. 

This was my daddy. He loved me and I loved him. The thought of 
never seeing him again was terrifying. What had he really done to 
me anyway.  He kissed me(done that before) he saw me naked(done 
that), bathed me(yup). I think the only thing that was new was that 
now I got to see him naked too, I guess at the time I thought that 
was only fair. The ass licking though...that was really gross. But 
at age 11 he was still my daddy. 

"Deal dad but...no more sex stuff tonight ok?" "Deal kiddo," he 
laughed as he tickled me the normal way and hugged me tight to him. 
It felt good having my bare skin pressing into my strong daddy, 
feeling his deep laughter bubbling up as he hugged and cupped me.  

My pre teen sex life with daddy really did not change much over the 
next 2 years. I spent every weekend with him, and whenever mom went 
out of town on business(sometimes a week or more at a time). I no 
longer slept on the couch, I slept with daddy. Daddy seemed to like 
me to sleep next to him naked so usually I did. He liked showering 
with me so at least once over the weekend we did. He often insisted 
on soaping me himself, just to be sure I was clean...it felt a 
little weird but...I let him.  Sometimes though it was clear that 
he was just playing with my growing tits and plump ass. sometimes 
his only goal seemed to be to make me wet.  I never let things get 
out of hand. I would always stop him. I never let him make me cum, 
or put his mouth on me. It was a strange childhood but I really did 
not mind at the time. If it had stopped there I could have forgiven 
him. I swear to god if it had stopped there I would not hate him so 
much today. 

It did not stop there. 

The phone rang in he middle of the night. Daddy was spooning me. 
His arm was draped over my 32 c breasts, and my butt felt warm 
pressed snug against his fat 7" cock. 

Daddy answered the phone and soon was wide-awake. He got out of bed 
and asked a series of rapid fire questions to the person on the 
other end.  Then he hung up. 

"Susan honey, wake up...Baby girl I've got some really bad news. 
Your mom was in a car accident. That fucking lawyer she works for 
was driving drunk on their way home from the airport. He flipped 
the car and they ran into a tractor-trailer. I'm sorry but she is 
dead." Daddy and I stood there consoling each other for a long 
time.  A lot changed after my mom's death. She had been on a 
business trip, her company had a $200,000 insurance policy on all 
employees. It paid double if you were dismembered. (Mom neglected 
to change her policy when she divorced so dad and I split $400,000 
a her co-beneficiaries. Her firm was afraid we would sue because 
her boss(one of the Partners) was drunk and caused the accident. 

They settled out of court directly with daddy for $1.7 million. 
Dad could not believe his good luck. A woman he no longer loved 
left him $200,000 plus his share of the house. He was the executor 
of the settlement, and Ins money for me until I turned 21. I lived 
with him every day now. He did not have to worry about my mother 
finding out.  I was 13 years old when my father started drugging 
and raping me in my sleep. 

You have to understand that it took me several years to piece 
together what he did to me. At the time all I knew was that some 
mornings I was waking up fuzzy and groggy with a dry mouth. 
Whenever that happened there was blood and what appeared to be 
mucus in my pussy and sometimes my ass. I had to talk to someone. 
For me at that time in my life there was nobody but daddy. 

"Hi sweetie, wow you slept late. Hmm you look awful," he said as he 
felt my head for a fever. 

"Dad I feel terrible, I am so tired, and my head hurts and...dad 
there is something wrong with my vagina-it's bleeding, and 
infected!" "Susan are you sure it's not your period? he asked in 
concern.  I had been having my period for almost 6 months, it was not 
time, and it had never been like this. My pussy felt like it was 
torn, ripped open.  And the thick mucus that was dripping and mixed 
with blood...? 

"No dad this is definitely not my period." 

"Ok honey, I think I know what this is(sigh!). Your mom and grandma 
both had this. I'm sorry honey but you have a rare form of cervical 
cancer.  We'll have to get you to the hospital right away so the 
doctors can begin the tests and start you on the treatment. The 
good news is it will not kill you. We'll get through this together. 
I promise," he said as he kissed me and hugged me tight. 

I was terrified. I was 13 years old and I had cancer.  "What will 
the Dr. do to me? I want to know everything. Swear to tell me the 
truth daddy," I demanded through bitter tears and a clenched voice.  
Daddy clearly was uncomfortable discussing this. The same man who 
could talk about pussy fucking and ass licking seemed unwilling to 
discuss this. 

That scared me even more. 

"(Sigh!) Ok honey , I'll tell you. You have a series of pollups and 
lesions that form in the lining of your vagina. From time to time 
they swell and rupture the skin. When they burst blood and puss 
come out. It is important to get the area cleaned and medicated 
immediately. The Drs.  will stick a needle in your vagina and probe 
for these pollups. They will scrape the lining and try to stick the 
needle in and extract the fluid before it can rupture. Because this 
is a rare form of cancer several Drs. will want to examine your 
vagina and take pictures of it, and probe it for the medical 
journals. Often this cancer can spread to your ass as well. The Drs. 
will stick a needle in you ass to extract the fluid, but it is a 
much smaller area. The we'll need to insert a tiny camera into your 
anal canal to guide the needle. A nurse will hold your cheeks wide 
open, while one Dr. inserts the camera, and another does the pollup 
scrape. You will need to have this procedure done at least once a 
month. In some cases the pollups can spread to your breasts and 
lead to breast cancer. A thorough breast exam should be done at 
least once a week. I know it sounds horrible but you will get used 
to it, and I promise I will be there for you." 

"Dad I can't do this. The thought of strangers taking pictures of 
my pussy...of it being published?! A needle scraping my vagina, a 
camera in my ass-oh dad isn't there anything else we can do? 
Please daddy, please!!" 

Daddy thought about it for a long time as he held me.  "Well...we 
do have the medicine from your mom, I mean, well I guess I could 
apply it to the area and search for pollups if you want. But Susan 
you have to promise me you will come get me whenever a pollup 
bursts, and if it gets too bad you WILL go to the hospital, no 
arguments.  Deal?" I hugged and kissed daddy hard, " thanks, dad, 
thank you so much, I love you. 

"Ok baby take your clothes off and I will get the medicine, so we 
can begin the exam. 

Daddy was back in a few minutes with a tube of ointment and a 
Polaroid camera. 

"Dad, oh no what's that for. You're not going to..." "I'm sorry 
Susan but I have to document everything. If your condition worsens 
the Drs. will need a complete record. I plan to buy a video camera 
and will record all of your exams. We must be thorough, we can't 
afford modesty. If your treatment works though, no one will ever 
see these except for me." Daddy smiled as he led me to the bed and 
instructed me to sit down. 

"Ok let's get started", he said as he slowly cupped and prodded my 
left and then right breasts. He squeezed and pinched them both for 
several minutes, as he probed for any evidence of cancerous 
pollups. He explained that they often surfaced just below the 
nipple area , so he spent a great deal of time circling and tugging 
on them, flicking them until they got hard. He took several 
pictures. In one he instructed me to mash my tits together, in 
another he had me pull them wide apart. In the last one, after my 
nipples were long and hard he pulled on one and had me pull on the 
other to see how much elasticity remained, before he snapped the 
picture. 

"Does that hurt honey...No? good. Then the cancer has not spread to 
your breasts yet. Now lay back on the bed and let me get a good 
look at your pussy." 

I did as daddy asked and spread my legs wide for him. He produced a 
flashlight and put his face right in my crotch so he could check me 
for pollups. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy. He 
accidentally bumped his nose into me several times. Slowly he 
peeled my pussy lips apart and reached a finger inside me. 

"Honey you are very dry and tight so I need to loosen you up before 
I can proceed. The Dr. has a machine that would spread you open, I 
only have my fingers. Try to relax." 

For the next few minutes daddy slowly worked on my pussy. As I 
began to loosen and drip he added another finger, and went deeper. 
He spent a long time running his finger around the rim, and 
massaging my clit.  "Daddy, you have to stop! Something is 
happening. I feel so hot, something is happening! Daddy!!" I 
shrieked as I had my first true orgasm. I clamped my legs tight on 
my daddy's hand and came all over him. I could see my juices 
running down his wrist. I was so humiliated.  Daddy's fingers kept 
moving inside me and soon I had a second orgasm.  "Shh don't 
worry, that's a good girl, cum for daddy. Your juices have natural 
antibodies that will help the medicine work." Daddy took several 
pictures of my vagina, all wet and glistening. Then he got the 
medicine and slowly worked it into my pussy. The cool cream was 
soothing and eased the pain I had been feeling since I woke up with 
blood and pus this morning. The medicine was working!  "How does 
that feel baby," he asked with parental concern as he finished 
massaging my cunt. 

Let's see I had cum twice, my pussy no longer hurt, and believed 
the cancer treatment was working. As I look back on how easily my 
father fooled me, how completely he deceived me I feel so angry. At 
him sure, but also at my own stupidity. But then...how was I 
supposed to know my daddy was an asshole.  To me it was simple. I 
was hurt, and scared and came to my daddy for help. When he was 
finished I felt better. Yes it was an embarrassing place for him to 
inspect but...he was my daddy, and he loved me. 

"Thank you daddy I feel so much better." 

For the next two years my father drugged me, raped me in my sleep, 
and then treated me for it the next day. He gave me thorough exams, 
video taped every inch of my pussy. In time the cancer spread to my 
breasts.  The were often extremely sore and had marks on them as if 
they had been bit and squeezed for extended periods. Several months 
after my diagnosis I developed cancerous pollups in my rectum. 

These were extremely painful and bloody. My father did not rape me 
every day.  No he was too smart for that.  I still don't know what 
drug he used on me, but it must have been pretty strong. I think he 
was afraid I would become addicted to it, or worse-develop a 
resistance to its affect. By spacing out his rapes, I never did. I 
don't know exactly how many times he raped me, but I had a "Pollup 
burst" at least once a week for over 2 year. By my count that's 
easily over 100 rapes. 

Some weeks I had multiple ruptures. 

For 2 years my father convinced me I had cancer,  For 2 years he 
put his filthy hands in me and molested my pussy and raped my ass-
while I thanked him for helping me. He looked me in the eye and I 
swear I could see the love and concern that he had for me. He 
appeared to be the perfect father. Some nights we'd lie in bed 
naked, and just talk. I could share my fears and hopes and dreams 
with him, and he always had time for me, always seemed interested. 

I used to wonder why daddy never remarried, never even dated. I 
asked him once.  "You are all the woman I need sweetheart. Daddy 
would never bring an outsider in here to boss you around." 
Daddy was real big on privacy and "Outsiders". I guess that's why I 
had no real close friends and did not date. I was 15 years 
old (almost 16), and it was just daddy and me.

For 2 years my daddy committed some of the most horrible crimes 
imaginable. 

And then it got worse. 

You see I was 15 yrs old when I got pregnant.  

Oh I did not believe it at first. I mean how could I be pregnant, I 
had never been on a date much less had sex with a boy. I ignored it 
when I missed my period. I told myself that the cancer might 
somehow be interfering. It was right before I discovered the truth 
that my dad purchased a computer. The Internet was still new, but 
he paid for the Compuserve service. I was allowed to use it too, 
and it was not long before I discovered the History feature. I 
visited all the sites my dad bookmarked. Surprise surprise, it was 
all porn. Story after story about fathers making love to their 
daughters. Pictures of young girls, spread and submissive, getting 
their pussys fucked by older men. Some sites catered to Incest, but 
there were Rape sites as well. This was the first time I considered 
the idea of a father raping his daughter. It bothered me. Why would 
daddy like such disgusting web sites? I became 
curious(suspicious?). 

One day I checked Daddy's room and found his magazine collection. 
It was obscene.  This was not Playboy or even Hustler. These were 
rape pictures. They were amateur stuff. The girls were spread and 
often tied, into the most debasing poses. Their eyes were dull and 
lifeless. On the Top shelf of daddy's closet there was a box of 
magazines. As I looked through these, I ran into a surprise that 
changed my life.  I was the centerfold. 

Pictures of my exams with daddy were in each of the magazines. From 
"Girl Toy". to Young-sluts" to Daddy's Little Girl", and many more; 
I was naked, spread wide and dripping cum. I was different from 
most of the other girls because I was usually alert, trusting, 
sometimes even smiling in my pictures. You see I did not know I was 
being raped and molested. I thought I was getting an exam, that 
made me feel good. I did not know perverts all over America would 
be jerking off to me, I thought only my dad or maybe a Dr. would 
see my pictures.  I felt so cheap, so dirty. I could not bear to 
look at daddy over the next couple of days. I was so angry at him.  
The next time a pollup burst I could not stand the thought of him 
taking pictures of me, or letting him put his fucking hands inside 
of me.  So I did not tell him. 

Of course daddy knew something was wrong. He had after all brutally 
raped my ass and drugged me. When I did not come to him like a 
stupid little girl for treatment, he came to me. 

"How are you feeling today Susan, how is your Cancer," he asked 
while stroking my tits in preparation for an exam.  "Fine," I said 
as I pulled away from him. 

For the next 4 days Daddy raped me harder than he ever had before. 
I was shitting blood, my tits had obvious bite marks, and my pussy 
was full of puss(sperm). I was now a week overdue for my period FOR 
THE SECOND MONTH. 

You want to know how stupid I was? I just thought my Cancer had 
gotten worse. I sill did not suspect my dad of raping me. I mean 
how could he, I would never sleep through something like that. I 
knew he was sick, that he was selling my exam pictures. I figured 
he was probably enjoying playing in my pussy, when he examined me-
but let's be honest my daddy had been washing my cunt with his bare 
hands since I was 11 years old. I had been sleeping naked with his 
hard dick pressed against me every night since I was 13. 

Still I felt betrayed by him selling my cancer pictures. I began 
wearing a nightgown and panties to bed. I refused to let him bathe 
me, saying I was too old for that now. 

And I stopped letting him examine me. 

For four nights in a row he brutally raped me in my sleep. Each 
morning he would ask me how I was and pretend that he loved me. 
Each morning I would pretend nothing was wrong as I lay bleeding in 
a half drugged stupor. 

I thought I was dying. On the 5th morning I asked to go to the 
hospital.  Daddy told me to go shower and he would drive me in 
right away. When I washed the blood and sperm out of me and stepped 
out of the shower daddy was standing there naked. His cock was 
bobbing up and down and he was staring at my 36 d tits, fat ass, 
and nearly hairless cunt. He walked over to me and began to kiss me 
hard, powerfully. Now daddy had kissed me before, on the lips even. 
But this kiss was different it went on and on. He backed me up 
against the glass door and his cock was bumping into my hip. his 
hands were on my breasts, caressing them, tugging on me. At first I 
kissed him back the way I always did, to satisfy him, to get him to 
leave me alone. But this time he would not be satisfied. This time 
he demanded more from me. Daddy lowered his head to my breast and 
licked, and sucked and nibbled on them-hard. 

I had enough. 

"Daddy stop, let me go that's enough, I cried as I tried to push 
him away. 

He stopped for a moment. Then he looked me in the eye and said," 
You know don't you. You know that I have been fucking you don't 
you, you little slut. Well that was nothing. I'm tired of fucking 
you while you sleep. I want to hear you beg, scream pleading for 
mercy. I want to see your titties shake as you try to get away. I 
want to see the look of fear and resignation in your eyes when you 
realize that you belong to me; that I can do anything I want to 
your body, and there is NOTHING you can do to stop me. Come on 
Susan it's time to get raped by daddy," he laughed as he pulled and 
jerked me down the hallway to his bedroom and threw me on the bed. I 
tried to kick him in his dick but he must have been expecting it. 
He caught my leg and twisted me onto my stomach. 

"No matter how many times I fuck your wet little pussy, I can't 
help wanting to fuck your tight little ass. Ass, pussy, pussy, ass. 
I can never decide which to fuck first. I was going to be tender 
with you and fuck your cunt nice and slow for our first real time 
together-but since your tried to kick me, I guess we'll do this the 
hard way." My father started smacking me on my bottom with hard, 
loud cracks.  "I(Smack) own(whack) this beautiful, round little 
(thwack) ass! I am going to fuck it(pound) suck it, lick it and 
stick it," he declared as he beat my ass. I was screaming and 
crying so hard I lost count but I assume he hit me 16 times cause 
at the end he said, "Here is one to grow on slut!" 

Tears blinded my eyes, snot was dripping from my nose, and I could 
not catch my breath. But I still tried to get away. I managed to 
throw myself off the bed and crawl to the door. 

Daddy caught me. 

He pressed his weight down behind me kicked my legs apart and began 
forcing his way inside my dry ass.  I felt the pressure build and 
clenched my cheeks together as hard as I could. Even though he had 
raped my ass many times before, I had always been asleep, passive. 
Now I was awake, fighting him, dry and clenched. I might have been 
able to keep him out if he had not pounded me on the back. The air 
rushed out of me and he slammed his fat cock home. My half healed 
ass scabs re-opened and I was soon slick with blood and pre-cum. 

Daddy reached around and played with my tits, as he fucked me on 
the floor of his bedroom. It went on and on. I have no idea how 
long. He took his time and savored every moment. He would pound me, 
ram himself deep inside of me, and then rest there. I could feel 
his hot breath and sweat on my back. He reached down and began 
finger fucking my pussy. It was cruel and brutal.  Apparently 
fucking me when I was awake was much more satisfying. He did not 
allow himself to cum while I was on the floor. 

"Get up Susan" I want to taste you now. I am going to lick your 
sweet, fresh pussy. You are going to whimper and moan and cum like 
the hot little whore we both know you are. I am going to make you 
beg your daddy to fuck you. You will spread your tasty snatch and 
offer yourself to me.  I am raping you now, but soon we will be 
making love. Daddy knows your body so well. He still loves you. You 
are my woman. Submit to me. Give daddy your pussy. You don't have a 
choice." 

Daddy licked me for a long time. He was too strong for me to stop 
him from spreading my legs and burying his face in my snatch. He 
sniffed, and licked and drooled in my pussy for so long. He kept 
sucking and kissing my clit. At first I was scared I would cum, 
that I would give him the satisfaction of humiliating me. But as 
daddy continued raping me with his mouth, I realized that I was to 
angry(and scared) to cum. How dare he put that filthy mouth on me. 
His grunts and slobbers disgusted me. I would never cum for my 
rapist, I would never cum for a man I hated. Even if he was my daddy. 

He was pretty angry at my defiance. I was supposed to be a helpless 
defenseless, submissive little girl. Daddy never expected or 
prepared for resistance. He was completely surprised when I grabbed 
the head between my legs and scratched him down the side of his 
face. He roared in pain ad disbelief. 

"You scratched me you filthy bitch, you scratched your own father!
You'll pay for that." 

He ripped my legs open and positioned his dick at my entrance. He 
laughed as he slid into me. He went slow and made me feel every 
inch.  Deeper, and deeper until he reached the bottom of my young 
cunt. 

And then he stopped. 

He did not fuck me right away. Instead he taunted me, invited me to 
try and escape. He suggested that if I begged hard enough he might 
let me go. At first I said nothing, I refused to give him the 
satisfaction but...what if it was true. Some people say rape is just 
about power.  What if I gave him something, anything to get him not 
to fuck me. 

I had to try. 

"Daddy, I'm sorry for scratching you. I still love you, please 
don't hurt me any more. Please daddy don't rape me again. You are 
my daddy this is wrong. I'll do anything." 

Daddy bounced around a little and made tiny thrusts forward. his 
fingers kept playing with my tits and clit. 

"Good baby, but not good enough. I want to hear you beg me to fuck 
you.  Like you are a slut who needs her daddy' fat cock to rip her 
apart. I want to hear you say the words. Like you are desperate for 
it. Then maybe it will be enough. Do it Susan, beg daddy like the 
cock whore you are. Do a good enough job and this is all over., he 
promised as his dick twitched and jerked inside me. He pulled out 
and slammed in again and held it. 

I did not know what to do. I knew I could not get him off of me. I 
knew his dick was just about ready to rape me. I wanted to believe 
him. This was my only chance, as slim as it was what else could I 
do? 

"Daddy I need your cock, I've always wanted it. I want to lick it 
and suck it all night. I love your cock daddy. The way you press it 
into me while I sleep. I bet it tastes so good daddy, won't you let 
me taste it?  My ass is all itchy, it misses you daddy. I can see 
now I was wrong to resist. I am your woman dad. You can do anything 
you want to me. You own me. I'm just a dirty, filthy cock loving 
slut who needs her daddy to rape her. Thank you for raping me all 
these years. You are so good to me. I love you dad. Don't wait any 
more fuck me daddy, fuck me right now! I need it now! Daddy, daddy, 
daddy, daddy fuck your little girl's pussy, pleassse!" 

I was crying in desperation and frustration. In my heart I knew 
what was about to happen. I tried to convince myself that he might 
have mercy on me, after all I had done everything he asked. Maybe 
he would keep his word and let me go. 

Daddy slowed things down and just held me for a few minutes. He 
began to kiss me softly, tenderly. He kept whispering my name and 
telling me how much he loved me. He was making soft shushing noises 
as he played in my ass and rubbed my clit. 

"You have to kiss me back Susan, that's it stick out your tongue so 
I can suck it for you...mmm so good baby.  See how nice daddy can 
make you feel? I told you I would not fuck you, or cum inside of 
you. You've been such a good little girl for daddy. Daddy needs you 
to bounce up and down on his cock a little. That's right, oh yeah, 
that's nice. Now a little harder, uh, harder! Yeah, now hold it. 
Keep kissing me, press those tits into me. Oh god you are such a 
fucking slut, such a good girl." 

I had been trying not to rest my full weight on daddy's cock, to 
bounce just a little bit. But my knees were getting tired. As I 
felt my self sinking down on the meat inside of me, I started 
getting wet. Daddy had been playing with my clit for over 10 
minutes-I could not help it. I could smell my juices now. I could 
hear them squishing and sloshing as I rode on daddy's fat cock. He 
was mashing and kneading my ass meat in his hands while he cupped 
me, while he fucked me. Every once in a while he stopped sucking my 
tongue and would concentrate on a nipple, on smelling, and sniffing 
my tits. 

Daddy still was not really fucking me. Not ripping into me like we 
both knew he wanted. He was making me ride him. Every time I sank 
down on him he held me in place for a few seconds. I could feel him 
fill me completely. I could feel him pulse and throb, and twitch in 
time to the beating of my clit. I began to hold the slightest hope 
that he would not hurt me, that he would not cum inside of me. 

I forgot one thing: My daddy is an asshole.
 
"I knew it! I knew you would enjoy this, that you needed this. Your 
hot little body has been begging for my cock for years. Well you 
are going to get it, no more of your teasing. Can you feel daddy's 
cock Susan? Do you know how hard I'm going to fuck you? Oh god you 
are sooo fucking tight.  I, uh, own uh, this, uh cunt!" 

I just closed my eyes and tried to endure it. But the tears kept 
rolling down my face.  I did not beg him not rape me any more, I 
knew it would not help. I just let him fuck me, and suck me, and 
lick me and stick me over, and over again. He laid me down in the 
missionary position and began power-fucking me. My tits were shaking 
wildly. My pussy was being ripped and abused as he pounded me. I 
had to make one final attempt. 

"You promised dad, you promised not to do this. Please don't cum 
inside of me.    Ok,  I knew you were going to fuck me, but you 
don't have to cum inside of me. Please, stop Take it out, take it 
ou..NO!!!!" I shrieked as he spurted his cum inside me. It felt 
like piss to me and looked like snot. Finally daddy rolled off of 
me. I thought it was over. 

I was wrong. 

Even though he had cum inside me that was not enough for him. He 
had raped my ass, sucked my pussy, and fucked my cunt..but he had 
missed my mouth. As I laid there sobbing in the fetal position 
daddy straddled my face and said, "Open up slut you're not through 
yet," as he forced my mouth open and shoved his slimy prick inside 
of me. As he raped my mouth with his fat cock I gagged on him and 
could taste my own juices and blood. I was trying not to black out, 
and did not even plan to resist anymore. 

Then daddy made a mistake. 

"That's right bitch get me nice and hard so I can finish fucking 
your sweet ass. I'll never get enough, I will rape you 
forarrrggh!!! You bit me, you fuck!!!!, you bit my dickshiiit!!" 

Daddy screamed in fear like a little sissy bitch. Blood was 
dripping freely from his cock. While grabbed a towel, I ran to the 
kitchen got a butcher's knife and locked myself in my room. 
It was several hours later when he knocked on the door. "Susan 
honey we need to talk." 

"Stay away from me, I'm calling the police." 

"I don't think that's such a good idea. If you do that. I'll make 
sure everyone sees your home movies and naked pictures. I'll spread 
them all over town. You are not even 16 yet, so you will have to 
live in a foster home for the next 2 years. If a Dr. examines your 
blood he will find that you are a long time drug user, and I'll say 
that you attacked me.  You will have to get up on that stand and 
tell the whole world how stupid you were, how I fooled you and 
raped you for years. Who is going to believe that you did not know 
it was wrong to sleep naked in my bed, to let me wash your cunt, 
and soap your fat little titties? What jury is going to believe you 
were so innocent that you thought it was ok for daddy to videotape 
your pussy, and give you breast exams? Really Susan come on. Did 
you know I can pass a lie detector test? I've done it before. No 
Susan, I don't think you really want to call the police, he said as 
he laughed at me through the door. 

"I hate you, I will never forgive you. I can't stand to be around 
you. I never want to see you again, " I screamed in rage at his 
betrayal.  "(sigh) I can see that now. I'm sorry honey I know I let 
things get out of hand. I really did plan to seduce you at first 
but...well you were just so cute I could not resist. Here is what I 
suggest. You will be 16 in a couple of months. With a parent's 
permission you can be declared an emancipated minor. I will set you 
up in your own apt and give you a healthy allowance. As the 
Executor of your estate, at my discretion I can increase your 
access to your money or deny it until you turn 21. In this state a 
rape must be reported in 5 years or it cannot be prosecuted. When 
you turn 21 we'll be free of each other for good, if that' what you 
want. I hope you'll give your dad a second chance. We are all we 
have. I promise no more sex stuff unless you ask for it. You are in 
control. Do we have a deal?" 

We did. 

I moved out of my father's house in 3 months and got my own apt. I 
finished high school, got good grades and went to college. After 
being brutally raped and molested for years you might think I would 
be turned off from sex.   

In a way I was. 

I would never let a man control me, dominate me. My body belonged 
to me. Missionary sex terrified me. Feeling a man on top of me, was 
too submissive. The idea of a penis in my vagina was repugnant. I 
think I will always see my father's snotty cum-piss. I will always 
think of his fucking hands probing me, examining my pussy.  I will 
always think of the sister or brother that I aborted(murdered?).  
No matter how badly I wish it were not true, I have been having 
sexual feelings since I was 11 years old. Since daddy used to 
tickle my tits and washed my pussy with his hands. Hot, nasty sex is 
a part of me. I like it, I want it, I need it. 

I just don't need it from my daddy. 

When I let a man fuck my ass I don't have to look at him. He can't 
get me pregnant. No matter how degrading some people think anal sex 
is, nothing gives a man more control, more power than missionary 
pussy sex. 

When I sucked a cock I always know in the back of my mind that I 
can bite it, that I can clamp down on it and grind his dick up if 
he gets too rough. Even though I have been raped, drugged, 
molested, videotaped and abused in some ways I am still a virgin. I 
mean I have never given myself to a man willingly, completely. No 
one has ever been given my pussy, not to fondle, not to suck, and 
certainly not to fuck. I thought that I would never want to. 

I thought I could never let somebody have me like that.  As I sat 
next to Ron on the couch in his apt. I knew that hours had passed. 
For most of my story I had not looked at him, I could not meet his 
eyes. I could not stand to see pity or disgust, or worse lust in 
him. I looked at him now, and his face was unreadable. Somehow I 
found the courage to say, "I never thought I would find someone that 
I could trust enough, love enough to give my virginity to. Then I 
found you." 

I felt myself start to shiver as I looked at him, as I waited for 
his response. He had not said a word as I told my story. As I 
searched his face, I saw the cool, unreadable mask that he had 
plastered on, begin to crack. Soon he was crying sobbing like a 
baby. It was...sweet, predictable I suppose, but it really did not 
want to console anybody right now. I did not want pity, even from 
the man I loved.  "(Sigh) he is a kind, sweet, sexy little nerd and 
I love him. I guess I can put up with it," I thought to myself and 
smiled, and held him.  Finally he stopped sobbing and let go of me. 
He looked at me and a coldness descended on his eyes. "Your father 
deserves to die for what he did. I am going to kill him." 

I could not believe what I was hearing, this was insane. I did not 
anticipate Ron's reaction. 

It got worse. 

"No, killing him is not enough. He needs to be beaten, broken, 
scared for his life. He needs to be violated and betrayed like you 
were. I am going to rape your father...and I want you to help. When 
he is broken, raped, crying on the floor like a weak little sissy 
bitch, begging his baby girl for mercy-then I will spit in his 
face, piss on him and pull the trigger." 

I had to stop this, I had to stop this right now. Ron had lost his 
mind.  He was seething. This was not braggadocio or macho male 
shit. He was serious. An evil was settling over him. No, that's not 
quite right. This was more like righteous indignation, it was 
almost biblical. The kind of rage that would allow you to stone a 
person, or let fire come down from heaven and consume him. There 
was no mercy in it, no doubt, or desire to hold off. It was 
zealous. Ron was looking forward to executing his judgment. 

"Ron, I know you care, I know you are doing this for me but..it is 
not necessary. I have gotten past this. I don't want to lose you. 
You'll be arrested and I'll be alone again. My father is an 
asshole, he is not worth going to jail over. Please don't do this." 

Ron gave me a sad smile and said," I love you Susan, you are worth 
this. No matter what you say you are NOT over what your father did 
to you. I am going to hear him say that he is sorry for what he 
did. I want to taste his tears, I want to see him crawl to you 
naked and kiss your feet. But...I don't intend to go to jail. I'm 
in no hurry. We have plenty of time to plan his murder. Nobody 
knows what he did to you. You never reported it. You have not even 
seen the man in 3 years. We live 200 miles away. We can beat him, 
rape him, kill him and be back on campus before anyone knows we 
were gone. Plus we can alibi each other.  Let's wait until after 
you are 21. Why would a multi millionaire kill her kind, sweet 
daddy. The police won't even suspect us. We'll get rid of all his 
videotapes, magazines, pictures and computer files. I love you 
baby, and I want to do this for us. I will beat him. I will rape 
him...but if you insist, if you really insist I won't kill him, 
I'll just castrate the fucker." I looked into the eyes of the man I 
loved and kissed him deeply. He pulled me up into his lap and I 
felt him get hard beneath me. Then he began tickling me and kissing 
my neck. It felt so warm, so familiar so right. I had 2 years to 
talk him out of killing my father. I had to admit t was a nice 
fantasy. The idea of watching Ron rape him, hearing him beg ME for 
help, maybe fucking saying he was sorry just one time-well it did 
make me feel pretty damn good. Maybe it was because Ron was 
touching my cunt through my jeans, but I started becoming aroused 
at the idea of raping daddy. I could fuck him with a dildo until HE 
bled. I could not help chuckling at the image of my strong daddy 
naked with a dildo in his butt saying, "Please Susan, help me, don't 
rape me, I'm your daddy, don't castrate me!" Maybe I would feel 
sorry for him. 

Maybe we would just scare the shit out of him. Maybe we would not 
touch him at all. 

Then again...maybe we would. 

After all, my daddy is an asshole. 

AFTERWORD 


As I was writing this story I kept looking for the point where I 
would say "Jaz come on you twisted prick, this is just too 
ridiculous." I'm not sure if it is a commentary on me or the 
society in which we live that I never reached that point. Help me 
out, where did I cross the line. I mean we know incest happens 
every day all over America. It seems to me that a horny, single 
father would be more likely to commit incest than a married one. It 
seems to me that it would build from inappropriate touching and 
fondling before it got to true sex. Maybe a grope and a grab while 
she was sleeping. Ok, so that is not too unbelievable. 

Hmm how about the drugged sex? Well a father would certainly have 
plenty of opportunities to slip a drug into his daughter's food or 
drink, to make sure she did not wake up during sex. 
So no problem there. 

Really it came down to, how do you cover up the pain of the rape, 
the blood, and cum, and bruising.? Why wouldn't she go to the Dr? 
Then it hit me, little kids(and big ones too) hate the Dr. They are 
scared of needles. The first (and second, and third...)time a Dr. 
grabbed my balls and told me to cough I almost hit him. I am not 
old enough to have had a full proctological exam but it is coming 
up in a few years.  Lord help me. 

My point is if a Dr. came at me with a needle, and said he was 
going to stick it in my dick, one of us would probably have to die. 
In a previous story(Rape/ Betrayal #6 It's a wonderful life") I 
explored the idea of a father lying to his daughter to get sex. I 
decided to revisit this concept. Be honest with yourself. At age 13 
what kind of lies could your parents get away with. Let's face it 
these are the same mother fuckers who convinced us there was a 
jolly fat man in a red suit that flew all over the world on  
reindeer and gave out presents to all good boys and girls. For many 
American kids this is the first lie we remember. They had us 
writing letters, and going to malls and sitting in some old winos 
lap, laying out milk and cookies, hanging stockings...whatever other 
sick shit they could think up. Somewhere in there was this baby who 
came from a woman who had never had sex, he could walk on water and 
had all kinds of other super powers. I remember asking my dad, 
looking him right in the eye if there was a Santa Claus. 
"Of course there is Jaz, and a Baby Jesus and an invisible  god, 
and an Easter bunny and a man in the moon, it's all true you dumb 
fucker" he said(or words to that effect) with a paternal chuckle 
and a pat on the head. Sooner or later we find out that we have 
been betrayed, that we have been lied to. There's an old saying 
"fool me once shame on you.  Fool me twice shame on me." My parents 
burned their freebie when I was 6 years old. Oh I loved them, and 
trusted them for the most part but...I always knew in the back of 
my mind that if it suited them they MIGHT lie to me, convincingly-
to my face. 

So come on, be honest.  When you were a kid did your parents lie to 
you. Did they tell you about doggie(kitty, goldfish, and hamster)
heaven?  If they had wanted to fool you into believing you had cancer
could they have done it? 

On that comforting note, good night, sleep tight and don't let your 
fucking parents bite. 

There, now I can rest easy. 

Drop me a line at Jaz1701@webtv.net 

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authors. Anyone acting out such scenarios in real life can look
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