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Abused By Daddy
by Love2Force (love2force@gmail.com)
***
Jaycie tells the story of how she was physically and
sexually abused by her father from the time she was 9
years old until shortly after turning 11. (Mg, ped, nc,
rp, inc, v)
***
Author Notes: This story contains non-consensual sexual
acts involving an adult male and a preteen girl. If you
don't like it, go away. If you do, then enjoy. Oh, and
if you're under 18, go visit Disney.com.
This is a work of fiction. It is meant for
entertainment only. The author does not condone sexual
relationships of any nature with underage girls or
child abuse of any kind.
***
I had lost my mom over a year ago, when I was just 9
years old. That was when everything changed between my
daddy and me. Daddy became abusive towards me, calling
me mean names and hitting me whenever I was bad. Now, I
know all parents hit their kids, but I'm not talking
about a slap on the ass. I'm talking about being
slapped in the face and even punched. Two months after
I turned 10, he created a special punishment. He would
tie me to a table he had in the basement, which he
called the punishment table, then whip me with a
leather strap.
A month after that started, I was in my bedroom,
watching TV, when I heard him yell, "Jaycie, get your
ass down here!" I slowly walked downstairs and into the
living room, seeing daddy sitting on the couch, holding
a piece of paper in his hand and giving me an angry
look.
"What did I tell you about your grades, you little
bitch?" he yelled.
I was scared. I knew he was going to hit me, but I
tried to calm him down by saying, "I... I'm sorry,
daddy. I tried. I really did! My classes are hard."
He stood up and walked up to me, then said, "Quit
makin' excuses, cunt!" Then, he slapped me hard across
the face. I started crying right away, holding my hand
to my sore cheek. Daddy grabbed my hair in his fist and
pulled back hard, forcing my head to tilt back and
making me look at the ceiling, as he said, "Quit
cryin', bitch, or I'll give you something to cry
about."
He pushed my head forward, making my body land
awkwardly on the couch. I got myself into a sitting
position as he walked up to me and sat on the coffee
table, directly in front of me. I could see the anger
in his eyes as he said, "What did I tell you would
happen if you didn't bring your grades up, Jaycie?"
My small body was trembling, and even my voice was
shaking with fear as I said, "I... I'd have to... to
visit... .the punishment table?", forming it like a
question because I hoped I was wrong.
"That's right, bitch!" He said, then stood up and
walked around the coffee table. "You know what to do."
I got up slowly, my knees weak with fear, and walked
towards the basement door as daddy followed me. I
walked down the stairs and saw the table in the middle
of the room, with ropes tied to each of the legs. Just
like I always had to do, I slowly took off my clothes,
dropping them into a pile on the floor, then walked
over to the table and bent over it. Daddy walked around
to the front of the table and tied my wrists to the
ropes, pulling my arms out in a Y over my head, then
walked behind me and tied my ankles to the other ropes,
forcing my legs apart. I was completely exposed before
my daddy, and I was scared. I hadn't stopped crying
since he slapped me, and now I was crying harder,
because I knew what was coming.
I couldn't see, but I heard daddy grab the strip of
leather off the wall as he said, "You ready to be
punished, you little cunt?" He knew I wasn't gonna
answer him. I never did.
He pulled his arm back, then swung forward. I threw my
head back, my long black hair flying around my head,
and I screamed loudly as I felt the leather strap hit
me across my ass. I continued screaming as daddy
whipped me all over my ass, upper legs, and back. It
seemed like forever before he finally stopped, putting
the strap down on the table next to me. Instead of
untying me like usual, though, daddy started grabbing
and squeezing my ass, which hurt because of the
whipping I had just taken.
"You know, cunt, I never noticed what a cute little ass
you have." He said as he slapped it a few times, making
me cry out. Then, I felt one of his hands go lower,
between my legs, and felt it on my puffy, bald pussy.
He began rubbing it as he said, "You have a nice little
pussy, too, Jaycie."
"Please, daddy, stop." I cried as I felt his hand slide
between my puffy lips and up and down my slit. His
fingertip circled around my maidenhead and I continued
to beg him to stop, but instead, I felt his finger poke
inside me. I cried out, "Ow! Daddy, stop!"
"Shut up, cunt! Not another word outta you!" he said as
he pushed more of his finger inside me. It hurt, but I
tried not to cry out, because I didn't wanna get
whipped again. He hit my hymen, though, and kept
pushing against it, and I couldn't help but cry out,
"Ouch! Daddy, stop! Please!"
He immediately pulled his finger out of my pussy as he
said, "You just can't shut up, can you, bitch? I know
how to shut you up!" I was afraid he was going to whip
me again, but he surprised me by untying my wrists as
he said, "Don't even think about movin', cunt!" Then,
he untied my ankles, grabbed my hips, and flipped me
over so I was laying on my back. Once I was, he tied my
ankles again, which forced my legs to be spread and
gave him a clear view of my tight preteen pussy.
I was more scared than ever as he walked around to the
front of the table and tied my wrists again, pulling me
towards him so my head was hanging off the edge of the
table. Then, to my horror, his pants and shorts dropped
and his long, fat thing, which he called his cock,
popped out and pointed it at me. It was rock hard and,
being so close to me, looked huge, and I started
struggling, trying to free my arms. That's when he
grabbed my puffy nipples between his finger and thumb
and twisted them, making me cry out.
As soon as my mouth was open, he forced his cock
inside. I felt my lips stretch around the fat intruder,
and it made my lips hurt, but I couldn't say anything
to stop him and knew it wouldn't even help. He began
pushing his hips into me, forcing his cock into and out
of my mouth. I felt his sack hit my nose as he pushed
the head of his cock into my throat, making me choke,
and he slid his hands up and down my bound body. I was
helpless as my own daddy forced his cock into my mouth
and touched my naked body.
Daddy moaned, "Oh, yeah, cunt! You like that, don't
you? You like daddy's cock in your throat." as he
started doing it harder and faster. I couldn't see what
he was doing, but I felt his hands squeezing my puffy
nipples as his hips pounded into my face. My head was
forced to tilt back more as he did that, making my neck
hurt and making it hard to breathe. I tried taking in
deep breaths when he pulled back, then letting them out
when he pushed in, trying to breathe around his cock,
as he twisted my nipples. I cried out, but it was
muffled by my daddy's big cock in my mouth, so barely
any sound came out.
Daddy finally took his hand off my sore nipples and
slid it down my stomach and to my pussy. My body tensed
as I felt his fingers grab my little clit and pull,
making me cry out onto his cock again. Daddy seemed to
like hurting me as his cock kept pushing into my throat
and choking me, and then he was pulling my clit so hard
my ass was coming up off the table. My tears were
falling down my forehead, which felt weird, and I hated
what daddy was doing to me, but as I was tied up, there
was nothing I could do about it.
Then, daddy began pumping his cock into my mouth faster
as he let go of my clit, which was now very sore, and
pushed his finger into my pussy. I felt his finger
slide in until it hit a barrier, my hymen, and he
pushed against it a few times, which really hurt. Then,
he started sliding his finger into and out of my pussy,
up to my hymen, in rhythm with his cock sliding into
and out of my mouth, the stretching lips of both places
sliding along the thing invading them.
I felt daddy's cock begin to jump in my mouth and he
finally pulled it out, making me gasp for breath. He
backed up a step and began sliding his hand up and down
his cock furiously, then moved closer to the table. I
felt his sack resting on my chin and his legs were on
either side of my head. A few seconds later, I felt
some kind of warm goo land on my chest and all over my
nipples. It felt weird and I had no idea what it was,
but I didn't care. I was just glad that daddy had
finally taken his cock out of my mouth and that I could
breathe again.
After the warm stuff stopped hitting my chest, he
untied me and told me to get cleaned up and go to bed.
It was nowhere near bedtime, yet, but I wasn't about to
argue with him and get hurt more. He also told me
that, from then on, I wasn't allowed to wear clothes in
the house anymore. At least, not when it was just the
two of us there.
Since then, whenever he felt like it, he would grab my
ass or play with my nipples or rub my pussy, sometimes
even pulling me onto his lap and playing with my body
while he watched TV. And, of course, he kept putting
his cock into my mouth whenever he felt like it, too.
The next time he did that, though, he let his stuff go
into my mouth and made me swallow it. It tasted
terrible, and I hated swallowing it. I had tried not to
the first time, but he held his hand over my mouth and
pinched my nose so I couldn't breathe, telling me he'd
let me go after his stuff, which he called cum, was
gone, so I had no choice but to swallow it.
There was nothing I could do about any of it because,
if I said anything or tried to pull away or spit out
his cum, he would hit me, which he did whenever he felt
like anyways. As if that wasn't bad enough, he stopped
calling me Jaycie, instead calling me mean names like
slut and whore, and his favorite name, cunt. I hated
all those names, and I really hated him. I wished he
was dead.
***
One Month Later.
Daddy came home from work earlier than I expected, so I
knew I was in trouble. I was only sitting on the couch,
watching TV, but I was still wearing my school uniform.
As soon as he saw me, he yelled, "Why are you wearing
clothes, cunt?"
"I... I'm sorry, daddy." I said. I knew he was gonna
hit me. "I just got home from school. I was gonna take
'em off before you got home. Honest. But you came home
early."
"Don't make excuses, whore! Take them off! Now!" he
yelled. He watched me with angry eyes as I unbuttoned
my blouse and pulled it off, then pulled my undershirt
over my head and off, putting them on the couch. I
unhooked my skirt and dropped that to the floor, then
quickly slid out of my panties, picking them and my
skirt up and putting them on top of my other clothes.
Then, I stood there, staring at the floor, and waited
for daddy to say something.
Instead, he sat on the couch and pulled me down over
his knees. My body tensed, cuz I knew what he was gonna
do. Sure enough, he pulled his hand back and slapped my
ass hard as he said, "Maybe this'll teach you not to
disobey me, cunt!" He spanked me again and again,
making my ass hurt, and I knew he had left hand prints
on me, as he always did when he spanked me. After the
first few spanks, he had started squeezing my ass and
sliding his hand between my cheeks, rubbing it up and
down across my rosebud, then he would go back to
spanking me a few more times.
It seemed like forever before daddy finally stopped
but, once he did, he pulled me off his knees and got up
as he said, "Sit down, slut." I sat on the couch and he
stood in front of me, lifting one foot up and putting
it on the couch so he was standing next to me, then
said, "Suck it."
I knew better than to be slow about it, so I took his
cock in my hand, opened my mouth, and put it inside. My
lips stretched around his fat cock again, which had
become a familiar feeling to me by then, and I slid
them up and down daddy's cock. He knew I didn't wanna
do it, but he didn't care because, as far as he was
concerned, he owned me and could do whatever he wanted
to me. I knew that, if I even tried to stop him, he
would just start beating me again.
So, I sucked on my daddy's cock, taking about half of
it into my mouth, and he seemed to be okay with that,
even though he always made it go deeper when he
controlled it. I felt his hands go to my puffy nipples
and start rubbing and squeezing them as he moaned,
"You're a good little cock-sucker, cunt! Show daddy how
well you've learned!" I sucked my daddy's cock hard and
deep as he squeezed and twisted my nipples, making me
cry out onto his cock. I knew what he was doing to me
was wrong, and I also knew I didn't have a choice.
Then, he grabbed the sides of my head and held me
still. I knew what was coming even before he started
pumping his cock into and out of my mouth. Daddy loved
fucking my face, as he called it, and would always push
his cock deep into my mouth, trying to push it into my
throat. He did that for a few minutes before letting
go, and I knew I had to continue sucking on it, so I
did as he went back to squeezing and twisting my
nipples. It wasn't long before I felt daddy's cock
start jumping in my mouth. Knowing what that meant, I
braced myself for the horrible taste, and his cum
started shooting out of his cock seconds later.
I felt a few streams hit the roof of my mouth, then it
started spilling out onto my tongue. I started
swallowing right away, having discovered that it was
easier to swallow it all that way, and soon had
swallowed all the cum his cock had put in my mouth.
Daddy pulled his cock out of my mouth after that and
made me go to my room. I laid there and cried for
hours, until he called me down for dinner. After that
night, I learned from my mistake and, as soon as I
walked in the house and closed the door, I would take
my clothes off and put them in a pile next to the
jackets, ready for school the next day.
***
Three Months Later.
I was late getting home from school, and daddy was
already there, standing in the living room with his
arms crossed over his chest, waiting for me. As soon as
the door closed, daddy yelled, "Where the fuck have you
been, cunt?"
"I... I walked home with some friends, and they were
walking slow." I said, my voice pleading. "I tried to
tell them to hurry, daddy! I swear!"
With no warning at all, he slapped me right in the
face, so hard that I fell back on the floor, and he
said, "From now on, you will come straight home from
school, whore, and you will be quick about it! Now, I'm
gonna have to punish you for being late."
I knew what that meant, so I started heading towards
the basement, trying to prepare myself for another
session on the punishment table, but I was surprised
when daddy said, "Uh uh. Go to your room, cunt!" I did
and he followed me. As soon as we were inside, he
closed the door and said, "Lay down on the bed, slut!"
I did, wondering what he was going to do to me, and he
pulled a rope out of his pocket. My 10 year old body
was shaking with fear, wondering what daddy was gonna
do to me, as he pulled my wrists together over my head
and tied them to the headboard. Then, daddy took his
pants and shorts off. His cock wasn't hard yet, and
didn't look that big now, even when he got onto the bed
and knelt over my chest, putting it only inches from my
face.
"Open up, cunt!" he said as he held his cock pointing
at me. I did as I was told, opening as wide as I could,
and he put his cock into my mouth. It didn't stretch my
lips like this, and I started trying to lift my head up
and down to suck on it, but I couldn't move much with
him over me. He must not have liked the way I was doing
it, because he grabbed my long black hair in his fist
at the back of my head and began pushing me towards him
as he pushed his hips towards me. He was fucking my
face at the same time as making me suck his cock, and I
felt it growing in my mouth, the head stretching
towards the back of my throat.
In only a few minutes, his cock was hard and stretching
my lips again. Then, he pulled it out and got off me. I
started to cry when he sat between my legs, though,
fearing what I thought he was gonna do. He grabbed my
thighs and pushed apart hard, forcing my legs apart as
far as he could, and I cried out because it hurt. I
knew what he was gonna do, and couldn't help screaming,
"No! Please, daddy, don't! I... I'm sorry! Please,
don't put it in there!"
He said, "Shut up, cunt! I'm gonna fuck your pussy the
way I fuck your mouth!", then slid the tip of his cock
up and down my pussy, working it into my slit, then
pressed it against my maidenhead. All of the times he
had fingered me had stretched my tiny hole a little,
but he still had to push pretty hard to get the tip to
pop into me, and it hurt a lot. I screamed and cried as
more of his cock was fed into my pussy and soon felt
the tip hit my hymen.
He pulled back and I thought he was gonna fuck me up to
it, like he always did with his finger, but instead, he
leaned over me a little and slammed his hips forward,
tearing my hymen as I screamed, "AHHHHHH!" The size of
his cock was stretching my tight little pussy and, as
he began fucking me hard and deep, I could feel my
pussy tearing. I felt some blood coming out of my
pussy, which I guessed was from him breaking my hymen,
but I knew it was also from him tearing me. The pain
was so bad that I was screaming louder than I ever had
before, and daddy seemed to love it.
In fact, the more I screamed, the harder he seemed to
fuck me. I felt his cock stuffing my pussy as he pushed
it in so far that he hit my cervix, which hurt me more,
and he let go of my legs and started pinching and
pulling on my little clit. I wanted so badly to close
my legs, but I knew that wouldn't help, and would only
make him beat me again, so I kept them open and just
laid there, screaming and crying as my daddy raped me,
fucking my tight, torn pussy hard and deep.
Daddy kept telling me to shut up, but he had to have
known that I couldn't help it. What he was doing, the
hard pounding my pussy was taking, his pulling and
pinching my clit and twisting my nipples, the tearing
of my pussy, hurt me badly, and I couldn't stop
screaming even if I wanted to.
I think he realized this, too, because he put his hands
on my throat and started choking me. My screams became
hoarse and quieter as his grip tightened around my
little neck, and daddy said, "Ah, that's better, cunt!"
Then continued pounding his hips into me. His hands
were holding him up and I was still screaming as loud
as I could, but I felt like I was close to blacking
out.
It wasn't much longer before he slammed his hips into
me hard and I felt the tip of his cock pop into my
cervix as it jumped a few times, then felt his cum
shoot out into my belly as he still choked me. As his
cum continued to spill up me, I finally blacked out,
eventually waking up hours later. Getting off the bed,
I saw a small pool of dried cum and blood on my sheets.
After that day, daddy started raping me whenever he
felt that I needed to be punished that way, which
thankfully, wasn't that often.
***
Four Months Later
My report card had come in and I knew my grades were
better, but one of them, my chemistry grade, had
actually gotten worse. The entire walk home, I knew I
was gonna get punished. Sure enough, as soon as I
walked in the house and took my clothes off, daddy made
me go to the basement and tied me to the punishment
table.
For over an hour, he whipped me all over my back, ass,
and thighs. I'll never forget the feeling of that
leather strap coming down on my skin. Daddy seemed to
enjoy it more than usual that day, though, because
after he was done, he didn't untie me right away like
he usually did.
Instead, he pulled my pussy lips apart and rammed two
fingers up me from behind. I cried but tried not to
scream as daddy pumped his fingers in and out of me,
but I guess he wanted me to scream, because he grabbed
the leather strap and started whipping me all over my
back as he fingered me. I screamed for him and, after
another hour, he finally untied me and let me go to my
room.
When I got there, I looked at my backside in the mirror
and saw the red stripes and welts that covered me from
my shoulders all the way down almost to my knees. Some
of them were dark red and some were lighter, but they
all hurt. When I laid on my bed, I had to lay on my
stomach because it hurt to even try laying on my back.
I had to sleep that way for two days until my back felt
good enough to finally lay on.
***
One Month Later
I had turned 11 two days ago and a friend of mine
wanted to have a party for me, but I knew daddy would
never let me go, so I went to my room after dinner,
like I always did, put on my favorite dress, glad that
it still fit, and climbed out my bedroom window. The
party was lots of fun. I got presents and was with all
my friends, the only people in the world who cared
about me. I had cake and ice cream, which I hadn't had
in two years, and I ate so much of it that I got a
stomach ache, but it was worth it.
When I climbed back into my window, though, daddy was
sitting on my bed. I started to cry as soon as I saw
him, because I knew he was going to punish me. He stood
up and punched me in the stomach, which almost made me
hurl as I dropped to my knees, and he yelled, "You
little bitch! How dare you leave this house without my
permission!"
I started to get up, but he slapped me across the face,
making me lay across the floor as he said, "Maybe
this'll teach you not to sneak out, cunt!" Then, he
grabbed my hair in his fist, pulled me up off the floor
a little, and actually punched me in the face! I saw
spots and felt a tooth that he had loosened, and I
tasted blood and felt it coming from the corner of my
mouth, but only for a few minutes, because I blacked
out after that.
I don't know how long I was out but, when I woke up, I
was still laying on the floor, but my dress and panties
had been taken off. I looked around and saw daddy
sitting on my bed and he kicked his foot out, tapping
my leg as he said, "You finally awake, cunt? Good. Get
up!" I did, getting dizzy as I slowly got to my feet,
and he got up and turned me around, facing away from
him, and shoved me towards my dresser as he said, "Bend
over it, slut! I want you hands on it, and don't even
think about moving them! I'm gonna have to really hurt
you for this one, so I'm gonna shove my cock into that
cute little ass of yours, whore!"
I started to stand up as I looked back over my shoulder
and said, "Daddy, please, no! It... it'll hurt too
much! It's too big for me! Please, I'm sorry! Don't put
it in my butt!"
He pushed me back down, making me put my hands on the
dresser as he said, "You shoulda thought of that before
sneaking out, cunt! Now, face the wall, and shut the
fuck up! Oh, and Happy Birthday, whore!" I did as he
said, even though I was crying so hard that I was
whimpering, and felt him slide his cock up and down my
crack, then felt it push against my tiny rosebud. My
body tensed and I tried to brace myself for the pain,
but it didn't help. I screamed as he began pushing the
tip of his cock against me, forcing it into my tight
ass after a few minutes, and felt the little hole
stretch and even tear a little.
Blood slowly trickled down my pussy and down my thigh
as daddy forced more of his cock up my ass. It hurt so
bad, and I tried lowered my body down, my arms feeling
like jelly, but he slapped the back of my head as a way
to warn me not to. I felt his long, fat cock stuff my
tiny ass as it stretched and tore more, making more
blood trickle down my pussy and thigh. I was screaming
so loud my throat was hurting. Having his cock in my
ass hurt worse than when he ripped my hymen, and I
didn't think I was gonna be able to take the pain, my
vision starting to blur and my entire body feeling like
it wanted to shut down. Like I wanted to die.
Daddy moaned, "You like your birthday, now, cunt? Happy
fuckin' Birthday, whore! Happy ass-fuckin' Birthday!"
as he slid his cock into and out of my rear hard and
deep, pounding it into me. Finally, he seemed to notice
that my arms weren't gonna hold me up for long, because
he pushed my back so that I put my head and shoulders
on my dresser as he fucked my ass hard and deep.
It felt like he was going all the way through my chute
as I felt his hips slapping my ass. Daddy reached under
me and began squeezing my small tits, which had just
recently started forming. He seemed to really like
playing with them, and didn't even twists my nipple,
which were still puffy, as much as he used to. He had
even begun sucking on my tits, which didn't feel that
bad.
Still, I hated feeling his hands all over my chest and
hated feeling his cock pushing into and outta my ass
even more. I still felt blood trickling down my thigh
as my torn rosebud was fucked hard and deep. Daddy
seemed to tire of playing with my new tits, and grabbed
my hair at the end, which was at my shoulder blades,
and wrapped his fist up in it. Then, whenever he
slammed his hips into me and pushed his cock deep up
me, he would pull back on my hair, forcing my head to
tilt back and making my head hurt as he said, "Is it
still a happy birthday, whore? Say 'Happy Birthday to
me', slut! Thank daddy for your present!"
I choked out the words, saying, "H... Happy... uhn!...
B... Birthday t... to m... me! Ahh! Th... thank you...
uhn!... for m... my... ow!... my present, d... daddy!"
as tears flowed from my eyes like little rivers. As if
that was his cue, daddy pushed his cock deep up me, as
far as he could, and I felt him fill my ass with his
cum. It seemed to go on forever and some even pushed
out between my skin and his and slid down my leg,
making a streak next to the blood that was still
trickling down my thigh.
When it finally did stop, daddy held my hips and slowly
took his cock out of me as he said, "That'll teach you
not to leave this house without permission, won't it,
cunt?" I didn't say anything and, as he let go of my
hips, I dropped to the floor, collapsing. Even though
he said I needed permission to leave the house, he
always said no whenever I asked.
Him tearing my butt like that hurt really bad but, to
be honest, it was still worth it, because even that
couldn't take away the memories of those few hours
where I was finally able to have fun and enjoy life.
***
Two Months Later
I had been in my bedroom and daddy yelled, "Get down
here, cunt!" I quickly made my way to the living room
and he said, "I have a special treat for you today,
slut!" I saw his friend, Rick, walk into the living
room, and daddy said, "It's Rick's birthday today, so
I'm giving him a special present. Your pussy to fuck!
You better obey him just like you would me, or he gets
to put you on the punishment table, and he's not as
nice as I am, whore!"
I couldn't believe it. I mean, my daddy was mean and
abusive and seemed to love raping me, but he had never
ever made me get fucked by someone else before. I had
hoped he was joking, but I knew he wasn't, even before
Rick took me to my bedroom and told me to sit on my
dresser as he took his pants and shorts off. I hopped
up, my legs off the front, and my entire body was
filled with fear as he walked up to me and pulled my
knees apart so he could step up to my pussy.
Without saying a word, he put the tip of his cock,
which wasn't as big as daddy's, against my maidenhead
and pushed hard, forcing it deep inside me and hitting
my cervix. He started fucking me hard and deep as he
slapped me across the face, then brought his hand back
the other way, backhanding me across the other cheek.
He did this a few more times, slapping me hard, as his
hips slapped mine, and I screamed and cried, begging
him to stop. Just like daddy, however, he ignored me
and just kept pounding away at me.
He backhanded me one last time, then leaned in and
sucked one of my puffy nipples into his mouth. It
wasn't bad, but then he bit it, and I screamed. He
moved his jaw back and forth, rubbing his teeth against
my nipple, then moved on to the other one and bit it.
It hurt so bad and I screamed and screamed, but he
didn't care. He just kept biting my nipples and started
twisting the one he wasn't biting as his cock slid into
and out of me. It didn't hurt that bad to have his cock
inside me, except on the rare time that he hit my
cervix, but he seemed to wanna make up for the lack of
pain there by hurting me everywhere else.
Then, Rick grabbed my head and pushed sideways, making
me tilt my head, and let go so he could start twisting
my nipples. As he did this, he fucked his cock into my
pussy harder and faster, then I felt his teeth bite
down on my neck and start sucking, the way vampires do
in movies. I had always wondered how that felt, and now
I knew. It hurt like hell!
He began slamming his cock into me even faster, and I
knew it was gonna be over soon. Rick said, "Your daddy
told me you like this, whore!", then put his hands
around my throat and began choking me, squeezing so
tight that I couldn't even scream and could barely
breath, as he was gripping my throat tighter than daddy
ever did.
I started to panic, thinking he was going to kill me,
and grabbed his wrists and started trying to pull his
hands off me, but he was too strong. He didn't even
seem to care that I was fighting, gripping my throat
tighter as I felt his cock stuff my pussy and hit my
cervix, almost pushing into it.
Then, finally, Rick let go of my throat and I gasped
for air as he pulled his cock out of my and moaned,
"Ahhhhh!" seconds before shooting his cum onto me. The
sticky stuff landed on my belly and all over my puffy
pussy lips, then started leaking instead of shooting
out. That was when he started sliding the tip of his
cock up and down my lips, spreading his cum into my
skin.
Once he had stopped leaking cum, he backed away and put
his pants and shorts on, then headed for the door.
Before he left, he actually looked back and said,
"Thanks for the birthday gift, cunt! You're a great
fuck!" As soon as the door closed, I went to the mirror
and looked at my nipples and neck. He hadn't broken the
skin at all, but I had teeth marks on my neck with a
little purple circle forming in the space inside them.
This was the only time daddy had ever let someone else
fuck me, and I was glad. Whenever Rick visited, I had
been afraid that he would fuck me again and choke me,
maybe killing me next time.
***
Three Months Later
Daddy had started forcing me to cook all the food about
three months ago, and I had burned it that night. He
was furious with me and started beating me for it,
punching my stomach a few times, slapping my face more
times than I could count, and even choking me for a few
minutes. I thought he was gonna kill me, and I hated
how many times I had thought I might die.
When he finally got tired of beating me, he said,
"Since you fucked up dinner, you don't get to eat
tonight, cunt! Get outta my sight!"
I cried as I went to my bedroom, falling onto my bed
and crying hard. A short time later, daddy came in and
told me about the wonderful dinner he had just eaten,
which he had ordered from a pizza place nearby, then
said, "Now, I'm gonna have you for desert, whore!" He
took his pants and shorts off, then told me to lay on
the dresser, so I did, my legs hanging off one side. He
stepped between them and pulled me towards him, putting
my ass at the edge, then knelt down a bit and began
licking and sucking on my little pussy. I hated it,
especially when he started biting my clit, which made
me scream out in pain.
Then, he grabbed my thighs and pulled my legs up, then
pushed them towards me, making my knees almost touch my
chest, and held his arm across them as he guided his
cock into my pussy. He gripped my thighs tightly,
hurting me, as he slid his cock into and out of my
body. Thankfully, my pussy had become permanently
stretched enough to fit his large cock, so he didn't
tear me anymore, but he still hurt me when he popped
the tip into my cervix, which he did a lot.
Daddy spread my legs apart so he could see my face,
which was framed by my lower legs, and said, "Your
pussy seems to like my cock, whore! What about you? Do
you like when daddy fucks you, slut!" I didn't say
anything, which he knew I wouldn't, and my hips started
to hurt from having my knees pushed up against me, and
he began pulling his cock so far back that just the
very end was inside me, then slamming it forward, his
hips slapping into me and his cock pushing into my
cervix. The force of him pushing into me was actually
making the dresser slide towards the wall a little and
I was screaming for him to stop, but he didn't.
Instead, he let my thighs go and guided my legs to put
himself between them and bent down. I felt my daddy's
lips take my small tits into his mouth and felt his
teeth gripping the little nubs at the end of my puffy
nipples as he continued banging into me. I cried out,
"Uhn! Ow! Uhn! AHHH! AHHHH!" as I was raped by my daddy
for what seemed like the hundredth time. I was
surprised when he pulled his cock out of me without
putting his cum up me.
This time, he walked around to the front of the
dresser, pulled my face to the front edge and made me
look towards him, then shoved his cock into my mouth,
stretching my lips again as he said, "Tell me, cunt,
how do you like the taste of your slut pussy? You like
how you taste, don't it, whore?" Of course, he knew I
couldn't answer with my mouth full of his fat cock, and
he pressed his hand against my cheek to keep my head
still as he fucked my mouth quickly. My cheeks puffed
in and out as he fucked my face, and I felt his cock
jump a few times inside my mouth.
Seconds later, he began shooting his cum into me. I
felt it hit all the way into the back of my throat and
the left side of my mouth, then spill into my right
cheek as I tried swallowing. It was hard to do the way
I was, and some leaked out from the right corner of my
mouth, dripping down to the floor, but I swallowed as
much as I could, hoping it would be enough. It seemed
to be, as he left as soon as he was done.
Two weeks later, I had been waiting for daddy to come
home, sitting on my bed, rocking back and forth,
knowing that he was gonna beat me, and probably rape my
ass one he saw that I had broken a lamp. He was over an
hour late when I heard the doorbell. Quickly, I threw
on some clothes and answered it, and saw my aunt,
daddy's sister, standing there. Her face was sad as she
stepped into the house, then she told me something that
would change my life forever.
My daddy, who had abused me in every way for the last
two years, was dead. A car accident. I cried hard and
my aunt held me in her arms, having no idea that I was
actually crying because I was glad he was dead, because
it meant that my pain was finally over.
I'm 13 now, and I live with my aunt and uncle. I
couldn't be happier. They're both so nice to me, and my
uncle never touches me, except to give me a hug or to
kiss my forehead when he says goodnight. No matter how
much I love being free, I'll never forget being abused
by daddy.
THE END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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