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Goddess of Love
by Htsxkttn (vivianrob61786@yahoo.com)

***

A beautiful family is torn apart. Their beautiful 
daughter, Athena takes care of her daddy until she is 
taken away. She goes through hell and makes her way 
back. She is truly her daddy's young goddess of love. 
(MMF, nc, rp, v, inc, 1st, mc, preg)

***

John and Millie had always lived a beautiful life. They 
lived in a beautiful white house on the left of 
Lawndale Avenue. Their daughter, Athena, brought so 
much joy to their lives. They were the picture perfect 
family. It also seemed as if it were the type of family 
you would find in a storybook. The one with the big 
yard, the white picket fence, and the big yellow lab 
running to fetch a frisbie. They had named their 
daughter Athena after the Greek goddess of love. Athena 
truly did bring love in so many ways to the family. One 
day like in all stories- stories filled with horror, 
their picture perfect family was torn apart. 

Millie kissed John goodbye as he sat down to watch the 
six o'clock news. She was going to run to get a few 
things at the grocery store. She got in her Altima, 
slammed the door and backed out. She was singing as she 
drove. As she got to the crossing of Oak Street and 
Barteau Avenue, the light turned red. She stopped. She 
proceeded to accelerate as the light turned green, but 
like a bolt of lightning, a Black Avalanche slammed 
into the side and killed her instantly. The phone rang 
and John picked up. 

"I'm sorry sir, this is Officer Blaton, we'll need you 
to come down to the station... sir... sir..."

John left the phone dangling off the hook. He knew what 
had just happened, but just could not believe it. His 
life was so perfect, and now the love of his life was 
just taken away from him. He was the manager of one of 
the largest banks in Brunswick. 

How could the one who made his breakfast, took care of 
his home and was the mother of his beautiful Athena 
just be taken away from him? The rain poured down in a 
cold haze as they laid his Millie to rest in the local 
cemetery. It was like a cruel nightmare to stand there 
as everyone dressed in black hung their heads to mourn 
over the one who loved him more than his position in 
business did.

Athena and John returned to the home that was once 
happy, but now it seemed as if a big empty void was 
there. The house was so quiet and seemed so cold. John 
hung his head as he walked to his bedroom and cried as 
the pictures of Millie smiled going down the lonely 
hallway. The stairs creaked under his steps as he 
mourned and walked up to his room to sit on his bed and 
cry. Athena walked in with tears in her eyes too. John 
collapsed over onto the bed sobbing profusely. 

"Daddy, said Athena, "I know you are so hurt. I hurt 
too."

At that, he gathered her thirteen year old body into 
his arms and held her. Her long blonde hair spread over 
his arms and covered her crying blue eyes. She was a 
picture of her mother in her own way. She seemed to 
have that same charm as Millie did. He kissed her on 
the cheek as she lay in his arms and they fell asleep.

***

The next morning, as John opened his eyes, Athena was 
standing over him with a plate of pancakes and syrup 
and a tall glass of orange juice that had sloshed over 
the side as she had made her way up the stairs.

"I made you breakfast to help you feel better, Daddy," 
she exclaimed. "I know that you loved Mama's pancakes 
and I tried to make them like she did, but I don't know 
if I did them as good. Could you taste them and see?"

"Aww, Sweetheart," John growled as he sat up in bed. 
"You did not have to do that. Daddy's just fine, but 
thank you." 

He took the tray and sat it in his lap and took the 
fork and proceeded to cut his first bite. Athena looked 
up at him with questioning eyes and wondered how he 
would like her amateur pancakes. 

"Mmmm. That's good," he replied as he savored her 
cooking. "You did a great job." He put his tray down on 
the bedside table and put his arm around her.

"Mama would be proud of me wouldn't she," she asked, 
smiling.

"Yes, she would," John replied and smiled in return. 
"Yes she would. Now, Daddy's gotta get ready for work, 
and you've got to go to school."

He got up out of bed and went over to his dresser and 
pulled out a clean pair of underwear and socks and his 
suit and laid them on the bed. He quickly got undressed 
as Millie watched with amazed eyes.

As he stood there naked in front of his teen daughter, 
he quickly realized what he had done.

"Uh, uh,....Millie turn around," he stammered. 

Millie quickly let out a quick giggle and did as her 
dad told her to do. She had never seen a boy in the 
nude, and being an only child, she had no little 
brothers or big ones to compare. John quickly grabbed a 
shirt and wrapped it around his butt and his private 
part, and ran to get a shower. Millie left the room and 
went to get dressed.

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart," John said as he dropped her 
off at school.

"It's ok, Dad, it's no big deal. I'm not going to tell 
anyone," she said smiling and gave him a kiss on the 
cheek as she opened the door and got out of the car. He 
watched her as she walked over to her friends and then 
he put the car in gear and drove off to work. Athena 
and her dad seemed to have no problems adjusting to the 
new life without Millie. They had a cleaning routine 
and Athena and her Dad learned together how to cook. 

They soon were smiling again, but as all losses go, 
ones have their moments where a small little detail of 
life is a reminder of that lost loved one. Some things 
changed though, whether it was for the better or for 
the worst, only fate knew. Athena and her dad grew 
close- very close. After, Millie's death, Athena never 
slept in her room anymore. She always slept in the same 
bed as her dad. 

She figured it would keep him from crying and being 
lonely. He got used to her stealing the covers at two 
o'clock in the morning and her little dream giggles she 
would sometimes let out. He would often awaken and 
wonder what she was dreaming about? Where was her 
little innocent teenage mind wandering? Athena had also 
begun wearing less around her dad. 

Usually she was so discreet, but now she would often 
pass him by or come to him in a short little t-shirt 
and panties and she would sometimes come to check on 
him before and after she got in a shower with nothing 
but a towel wrapped around her. He never said anything 
to her concerning her covering. What could he say? What 
would be the perfect choice of words? He then thought 
that it was nice seeing someone as lovely as she was. 
She was beautiful. Her newly developed curves perfectly 
contoured her and she was a sight to see for a girl of 
her age.

One day, two years later, she came to John as he was 
watching TV in his boxers, in nothing but a pair of 
panties jumping up and down in front of him. Her small 
breasts were bouncing on her chest.

"Daddy, look, I can finally fit into mom's bra," she 
said as she fastened it around her.

"Umm, Millie, I-I don't think..." he stammered.

"It's ok, Daddy, haven't you always knew what I looked 
like? Aren't you happy?"

How could John tell this beautiful creature in front of 
him that it was wrong? John had been so busy with work 
for the past two years that he hadn't had time for 
other women. He had not had sex or made love to a woman 
in a long time and now a young, beautiful lady that was 
HIS DAUGHTER, was jumping up in front of him with 
beautiful, pert bouncing breasts that he had only 
dreamed about. 

"Yes, Sweetheart, I'm happy that it fits you," he said 
hanging his head, ashamed to look.

"What's the matter, Daddy, you're not sad are you?" she 
asked. "Do I remind you of Mommy?"

She climbed up in his lap straddling him. Her tiny 
virgin pussy in her little pink panties rubbed against 
his hardening cock as she did.

"No, Sweetheart, I just haven't... I-I just don't 
really know what to..." he stammered trying to find 
words. He couldn't finish any sentence. Her bright blue 
eyes gazed questioningly into his. He looked down. The 
head of his hardening cock was making its way out of 
his hiding place and out of the gaping hole in his 
boxers. Athena looked down too.

He quickly placed her on the couch and jumped up trying 
to hide it as much as he could, but it wasn't easy to 
hide a hard eight inch cock. She looked at him, 
smiling.

"Am I that pretty, Daddy," Athena then questioned.

He turned to face her, amazed at her question. His 
innocent daughter wasn't supposed to know that a man 
could get hard. She wasn't supposed to know anything 
about sex.

"Honey, I'm sorry, you shouldn't see me like this," he 
finally told her.

"Daddy, I'm fifteen. Haven't you noticed that I don't 
have a boyfriend? I'm not dumb enough to know that you 
need things and that we're close."

She stood up and walked over to him and took his cock 
out of his underwear allowing it to stand straight out, 
and slowly ran her hand up and down it feeling its 
hardened and throbbing veins, and finally stroking it 
over its wide mushroom head. 

"I had a boyfriend, though, that I kissed one time, and 
his cock did just the same," she said in a low, 
whispered tone. "I had no idea that I could make your's 
do the same."

"Sweetheart, I don't think..." he began stammering 
again.

He tried to find the words but she just kept looking up 
at him with her big blue eyes and kept stroking his 
cock. The right thing to do would be to turn and walk 
away but he couldn't. He couldn't resist her beautiful 
fifteen year old lips that soon spread over his swollen 
cockhead and soon made their way down his stiff shaft. 
He couldn't resist her soft fingers reaching inside his 
satin boxers to gently touch his balls.

John gave in. He slid his boxers down to his ankles and 
let Athena take control. She was so good. He had no 
idea that his daughter could give such good head. She 
soon took her mother's bra off and then slid her 
panties down her shaved legs revealing her little bald 
pussy. 

"I want you to fuck me, Daddy," she naughtily whispered 
to him. "I know that you have not had a woman in a long 
time and I want to give you what you need. With that, 
he jerked her up by her arms and scolded her.

"Go to your room, you little whore," he commanded her. 
"Go!"

Athena looked surprised and a bit shocked. Was her 
Daddy really angry at her? Her daddy had never called 
her a name like that.

"What are you standing here looking at me like that 
for," he angrily questioned. "Go to your room. You are 
in big trouble young lady."

Athena quickly scurried off to her room and waited. She 
heard her daddy's feet pounding up the stairs. He burst 
into her room with his belt folded in his hand and took 
her and bent her over her bed, and started spanking her 
with his belt across her tiny white ass. He wasn't 
hitting her hard, but it wasn't soft taps either. He 
grabbed her blonde ponytail and jerked her up to him. 
His hardened cock now had a blue condom on it.

"What did I tell you about wearing Mommy's clothes and 
underwear?"

"Not tooooo," she wailed.

"Alright, well now Daddy is going to punish you for 
wearing Mommy's clothes and for that boy, he whispered 
with gritted teeth.

With that he bent her over on the bed and wet his 
fingers and began putting them fervently in her small 
fuckhole, ramming them in and out.

"Owww," she screamed, "Daddy, it hurts."

"Yes, well it hurts seeing my little girl in Mommy's 
clothes and knowing that my little girl is out fucking 
with some guy," he scolded, still fingerfucking her 
hard as he could, tasting her tender juices, in between 
several strokes. 

He then got down on his knees as she was still bent 
over her bed, and began licking her pussy fervently. 
His tongue wildly moved over her small clit and girlish 
lips. He sucked her pussy, pulling her clit out as far 
as it would stretch as she moaned and moaned. He then 
licked it over and over and over again. John stuck his 
fingers back inside of her and then took her and 
flipped her over face-up on the bed. He took his 
fingers and rammed them in her pussy hard. 

She moaned and twitched and clawed at her bed. 

He then began rapidly working his arm up and down with 
his two fingers inside of her hitting her g-spot with 
every stroke. She rolled her eyes back and her head 
went backwards. Her little pussy was so wet with her 
juices that they splattered lightly all over John's 
bare chest and her flat tummy. As she moaned with a 
continuous, powerful orgasm, John leaned in and licked 
her clit. She leaned up and begged him for his cock. 
She couldn't stand it any longer.

He then put his cock in her small virgin pussy and 
began ramming it in as hard as he could. John suddenly 
got the strange sensation that he was being watched and 
looked up and all around. Athena's shades were open but 
there was no one looking in through the window next 
door. Besides Mr. and Mrs. Wilkes were very old and he 
quickly figured at the moment that even if they were 
peeking, they couldn't half see anyway. So, he 
continued pounding his big cock into his tiny virgin 
daughter's pussy. She kept screaming.

"Oh, fuck me, Daddy, fuck me for wearing Mommy's 
clothes."

"Oh, yes, Sweetheart, you're gonna pay for walking 
around me all of these years teasing me in those little 
panties you wear."

John took his cock out of his daughter and stroked it 
and said, "Look at this cock. You've been wanting one 
of these haven't you?"

"Oh yes, Daddy," she said in pleasure. He shoved his 
cock back into her pussy and began thrusting his hips 
to and fro. He could feel her small pussy tighten 
around it's shaft and her muscles contracted as if it 
were jacking him off inside her. 

"Oh, sweetheart," John moaned. He released his sperm 
filling up the condom. After his massive explosion he 
collapsed over onto her body and began kissing her- not 
like the little kisses and pecks that he always gave 
her but deep, passionate kisses, allowing his tongue to 
explore her mouth and her tongue reciprocating. He fell 
asleep next to her with his cock softened still buried 
in her pussy.

***

The next morning, John made Athena promise to him that 
she wouldn't say anything about the previous night. She 
assured him that she would not. She told him that she 
loved him and always would. Athena heard her friend's 
car pull into the drive and a honk from the horn. She 
passionately kissed her Daddy goodbye and went out and 
got into her friend's car and they were off to school. 
During school that day, Athena could barely focus on 
her assignments thinking about her rendezvous with her 
Daddy. She thought about his big cock and how great it 
felt going into her small pussy. Athena kept her and 
her Dad a secret. She allowed friends to come over, but 
showed no sign of affection to her Dad while they were 
there.

Athena and her Daddy continued to have an extremely hot 
affair. There were a few Friday nights that she didn't 
let her friends come and spend the night because her 
Daddy would walk into her room as she was on the phone 
with them stroking his big cock in front of her. She 
could not resist it. One night as John and Athena were 
on his bed, kissing passionately, she reached her hand 
down and started stroking his big cock. 

"You like that big, hard cock, don't you, Athena," he 
questioned her.

"Yes, Daddy," she replied. He let out a low laugh. He 
started sucking her small breasts and run his hand down 
her flat tummy and on down to her small, tight, wet 
pussy. He began rubbing her clit. She had an orgasm not 
long after he started. He then allowed his tongue to 
trace down her body licking her all of the way down to 
her pussy. He then allowed his tongue to quiver over 
her small clit licking it over and over again. She 
moaned. He reached down and stroked his hard cock 
getting it ready to penetrate his daughter's tiny 
pussy. He reached into his bedside dresser as he was 
sucking her tiny clit and finger-fucking her, and felt 
around for a condom. There was none. 

"Damnit," he said, aloud.

"What's the matter, Daddy?" Athena quickly asked.

"I don't have a condom, and I can't get you pregnant, 
because then someone will know," John said in a panic.

"It's ok, Daddy," she said absentmindedly. "I want to 
have your baby."

"No," said John, blatantly. "I can't lose you. I'll 
just pull out." With that, he continued fucking her. It 
felt so good as her cervix gripped around his cock 
trying to find any trace of sperm it could to fulfill 
it's destiny. It was hard not to resist when his 
cockhead swelled up inside of her, but nevertheless he 
pulled it out, leaned his head back, rapidly stroke his 
cock, and squirted it all over her tits, her face and 
then her belly button. She looked at him with an angry 
glare, smeared a wad of cum off of her breast, and 
smeared it into her pussy.

"It was supposed to go there, Daddy," she scolded him.

"NO!" John wailed, trying to wipe it out of her. "I 
can't get you pregnant. This is supposed to be our 
little secret." 

The next day was Saturday. John and Athena went to the 
grocery store to get a few things. They stopped by the 
pharmacy on the way home. They walked in together, 
holding hands. John and Athena casually made their way 
to the condom aisle. A couple from church that they 
barely associated with saw John continuing to hold 
Athena's hand as he reached for the condoms. The couple 
looked at each other strangely and then turned up their 
noses and walked away. John and Athena shrugged it off. 
Some church members were hypocritical, so they thought. 
So, after Athena's mother died, John and Athena had not 
gone to church since the funeral. 

***

Two days later around six thirty in the evening, a 
silver car pulled into the drive. Her Dad looked 
outside and asked Athena if it was one of her friends. 
Athena said that it wasn't and that she had never seen 
the car. A middle-aged woman stepped out of the car. 
The woman had a name tag, a clipboard, and approached 
the house in a rather fashionable manner. She knocked 
on the door. John answered.

"I'm here to see a John Oswald," she said.

John reached out to shake her hand. She shook his hand 
with a firm grip. He withdrew his hand. "That's me," he 
replied. Athena stayed hidden in the background. She 
wasn't fond of strangers. She wondered who this could 
be. Was she from a college and wanted Athena to join? 
Athena had straight a's and was in every club and 
activity she could get herself into.

"My name is Elizabeth Roland. I am from the Brunswick 
Department of Human Services. I've been called to 
report to your house concerning your daughter's 
welfare," she said with a smile, pushing her glasses up 
off the tip of her nose and studying the house.

"I don't think I understand, Mrs. Roland, my daughter, 
Athena is fine. Her mother died two years ago, but we 
are managing. Is there a problem that I am not seeing," 
John asked, confused.

"Oh, no, not at all. We have just had a few complaints 
and with confidentiality procedures, I am not allowed 
to say who it is, but I can assure you, sir, as of now, 
you have nothing to worry about. I just have a few 
simple questions to ask you and your daughter just to 
make sure everything is ok. May I see your daughter, 
Mr. Oswald," she asked. 

"Yes," said John, "I'll go get her." He got up and went 
to get her. "Athena," he called.

John found Athena in her bedroom biting her nails like 
she always did when she got nervous. She looked as if 
she was going to cry.

"I promise I didn't say anything, Daddy," she said 
scared to death. "What's she going to do?"

"She's not going to do anything, Sweetheart," John 
assured her. "She can't take my love goddess away. I'll 
make sure of that."

John walked back into the living room with Athena. His 
arm was resting on her shoulder. Mrs. Roland stood up.

"Athena," she announced, "I'm Mrs. Roland. I'm here to 
see you." She talked to Athena as if she were a child. 
She reached out her hand to take Athena's. John looked 
at her strangely. Athena reached and gently grazed Mrs. 
Roland's hand. Mrs. Roland sat back down in the chair.

"Athena are you ok," Mrs. Roland asked. "Are you happy 
living here alone with your dad," 

"Yes to both of your questions," Athena responded, 
confused.

"Good," Mrs. Roland announced as she wrote something 
down on her tablet. "Now, can you tell me about some of 
these awards you have hanging around here," she said 
looking around at all of Athena's achievement 
certificates hanging on the wall. "You must be a very 
smart girl to have so many awards. I think you have me 
outnumbered and I went to school for four years to get 
where I am," she said with a small chuckle.

Athena then felt a little bit relieved and went around 
the room pointing to each one on the wall. It made her 
feel all the better when her Dad went to get previous 
ones that were not displayed on the wall off of the 
shelf, and bragged on his daughter. Athena loved making 
her Daddy happy.

"Good, good, good," exclaimed Mrs. Roland. "You must 
make your Daddy very proud, don't you Athena."

"Yes," she boldly stated. "He makes me very proud, 
too," she added putting her arm around his shoulder.

"Very well," said Mrs. Roland. "I have to ask you just 
a few more questions and then I'll be through, ok, 
sweetheart?"

"Does your Daddy show you that he is proud of you, I 
know that question seems stupid, but it is what I am 
required to ask you," she added.

"Yes," said Athena. "He buys me things and encourages 
me to just keep doing what I'm doing."

"What type of things does he buy you," she then asked.

"Umm, he buys me clothes, shoes, and my favorite foods. 
He wants to buy me a car," Athena added excitedly.

"Ooh," said Mrs. Roland, excitedly. "Will you buy me 
one too, please?"

Her dad sort of chuckled along with Mrs. Roland's joke.

"Now, Athena, may I speak to your Dad alone, please," 
Mrs. Roland asked.

"Yes, Mrs. Roland," Athena answered, politely and got 
up.

"It's ok, Sweetheart, run along now," John said, 
patting her hand.

Athena ran upstairs, and Mrs. Roland focused her 
attention on John. Athena wondered what her father and 
Mrs. Roland could be talking about. Why would the 
Department of Human Services just all of a sudden show 
up at her house? Athena had not said a word to anyone.

"Mr. Oswald, I'm sorry if I have disturbed your Monday 
evening, but I am required to check on any problems if 
brought to my attention," Mrs. Roland stated.

"That's ok, I'd just love to know what 'problems' I 
have caused," he admitted to Mrs. Roland.

"It is not my job to make accusations or to inflict any 
doubt or worries," she told him. "Now, have you noticed 
any signs of depression, fear, or any other signs of 
stress in Athena, Mr. Oswald?" 

"Not to my knowledge," he replied. "To me, she is a 
normal teenager. She goes out with her friends, has 
fun, and is very active in school."

"Great," Mrs. Roland said. "I know that times have been 
hard since the loss of your wife. Have you been seeing 
anyone since your loss, as far as maybe girlfriends, or 
close friends?"

"Why," he joked, "Are you interested?"

"Why no, Mr. Oswald," she replied, embarrassed. "I just 
wanted to know that you are getting over your grief in 
a healthy manner."

"Yes," he stated. "I am making it. There have been hard 
times and all, but everything is fine, I can assure 
you."

Athena watched at the top of the staircase. She 
listened carefully. She did not want her dad, now, to 
be interested in any other woman. He was her lover and 
her lover, he would stay. Soon, Mrs. Roland left, 
smiling. Athena ran downstairs.

"Is everything ok, Daddy," she asked. "You didn't say 
anything or give any hint did you?"

"No, Sweetheart, I didn't let anything slip," he 
reassured her.

Her dad let her know that she would need to stay in the 
car if he went back to get more condoms, or at least 
stay at home. John presented Athena with a car the next 
day. He bought her a new BMW 135i Coupe. She loved it. 
He also bought her a Blackberry phone where they could 
keep in touch while she was out and about. John had 
started putting a little bounce back in his step at 
work since he and his daughter began having their 
affair. His co-workers had noticed and loved the happy 
John. 

One unfortunate Friday when John had to work a little 
late, Athena had gone shopping for a new dress at the 
mall with her friends. Athena went in the fitting room 
to try on her new dress. While she was in there, she 
text messaged her dad.

Im @the mall trying on my new dress. I love you, but b4 
I try it on, I'll send you your fave dress that I wear.

His co-worker, Andrew, noticed his phone vibrating away 
at his desk. John had went to the restroom. He wondered 
who this new "sweetheart" was that was vibrating his 
phone. Curiosity took the best of him and he picked up 
John's Blackberry and read the text message. He looked 
all around and made sure John was nowhere in sight. A 
picture message notification flashed on the screen and 
Andrew's heart started to beat fast when he just knew 
that he would get a beautiful woman's body on the 
screen, but much to his surprise, it was John's 
daughter, Athena, totally nude and smiling.

Andrew immediately closed John's Blackberry and placed 
it back down on the desk.

That pervert, he thought. His daughter is his lover. 
That sick bastard.

Andrew picked up the phone again, forwarded the 
messages to his phone and his computer and deleted 
where he had sent the messages from John's phone. Then, 
Andrew immediately returned to his desk and continued 
about his work as if nothing had ever happened. Andrew 
turned John's name and the picture into the Department 
of Human Services. The next day, the police were at 
John's home as Athena returned home from school. 
Athena's heart went to beating fast. Her Dad had not 
returned home from work yet. 

"What's wrong," Athena began crying as she stepped out 
of her car.

"I'm Officer Wendell, Athena, may I ask where your 
father is," a police officer ask her.

"He's at work, but I don't understand. What is going 
on," Athena asked with tear filled eyes.

"Where does your father work," asked Officer Wendell.

"He works at First National Bank of Brunswick," she 
replied in tears.

"She's all your's now, Mrs. Roland. You can pick up the 
reports in the morning," Officer Wendell instructed as 
he held out his hand to Athena. He guided Athena to the 
passenger side of Mrs. Roland's car. Her thoughts 
raced. She no longer trusted Mrs. Roland. She didn't 
want to talk to anyone.

The police soon arrived at the bank and asked where Mr. 
John Oswald was. As soon as one of the bank tellers 
told him, they got aboard the elevator and went to 
arrest John. 

"John," said one of the officers, as he handcuffed him, 
"You are under arrest for the molestation and rape of 
your daughter, Athena Oswald. You have the right to 
remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used 
against you in a court of law."

John didn't know what to say or what to do. The other 
bank members stared and then looked away in dismay. 
John was brought to the station. He was questioned by 
another officer with the nude picture of Athena and the 
text message on his phone on a projection board behind 
him in a private room.

"Do you recognize this picture and know about this text 
message, Mr. Oswald," the fat, bald headed officer 
questioned him. 

"Yes," said John, "and this is my phone, but there must 
be some mistake. She probably meant to send it to her 
boyfriend."

"Well," growled the old, fat officer. "She sure mistook 
your phone for her boyfriend's number for yours a 
thousand times. We have your phone, Mr. Oswald, he 
lowly growled. "She's in there a bunch."

John was brought before a jury and admitted guilty. He 
was given two choices, for the sake of not hurting the 
child. He could either give Athena up for adoption or 
face a lifetime sentence in prison. He chose to give up 
Athena for adoption with a broken heart. Athena hugged 
her daddy goodbye. He could not hug her being 
handcuffed. They looked at each other with tear-filled 
eyes, and whispered their I love you's. 

Mrs. Roland took Athena away to a local orphanage. She 
was soon put in foster care. Athena's grades began to 
drop. She no longer committed herself to making anyone 
happy. She didn't have her Daddy to cheer her on and 
hold her at night. She would masturbate in bed and 
imagine his big, hard cock penetrating her tiny pussy 
to make her happy.

Austin and Jeanna Miller adopted Athena. Athena didn't 
like her new name much, but she had no choice. Austin 
and Jeanna tried to make Athena happy, but they 
couldn't. Athena stayed isolated in her room. She 
didn't want to see them. She wanted her Daddy. She 
missed her friends and having her Blackberry and her 
car. Austin and Jeanna didn't feel she needed a phone. 

They were afraid that she would try to do something 
unimaginable. Athena soon became a rebellious teenager. 
She would start fights with Jeanna and Austin. She 
would arrive home later than her set curfew when she 
would go out. Some nights when Jeanna would check on 
Athena while she was asleep, she would toss and turn 
and then began humping under the covers and lowly 
moaning.

"Daddy, oh Daddy fuck me," she would moan. Jeanna would 
just shake her head and walk on.

One night, Athena desperately needed some good, hard 
cock. She faked being sick so she could skip going to 
the movies with her new parents. She picked up the 
phone and called, Brad Garmond.

"Brad I need a big, thick, juicy cock stuck in me," she 
whispered on the phone. "I've been masturbating over 
and over again, but I just can't get it to feel like 
the real thing."

"No need to say any more," he replied, hanging up the 
phone.

He immediately drove over. They started kissing at the 
door, and then passionately started stripping going 
down the hall. He grabbed her tight ass as they made 
their way into her bedroom. He laid her down on the 
bed, wet his fingers and started pushing them into her 
small pussy. 

"Oh, yes," she moaned, "do it just like that."

Brad went down on her as Athena listened for any sounds 
of her new parents driving up. She clenched her sheets 
and tugged at them in ecstasy. He started licking her 
pussy just as her father would do. He then pulled a 
condom out of his back pocket, opened it eagerly and 
put it on his penis. It was nowhere as big as her 
father's, but it would have to do for now. She spread 
her legs open wide for him, and he bent down and rammed 
his cock in her pussy. He soon began humping her like a 
wild animal in heat, holding her legs straight up, 
pumping his cock in and out of her pussy viciously. 

"Oh, god, I'm about to cum," Brad shouted.

Brad all of a sudden tensed up, and then pumped his 
cock firm and slow. Athena felt a warm gush against the 
walls of her pussy. It felt so good, but then Athena 
came to her senses and immediately pushed Brad off of 
her.

"You bastard," she shouted. "You cummed in me."

"No, I didn't," he quickly denied.

"Look at your condom, you stupid ass," she said, 
pointing to his broken condom.

"Oh, god," said Brad, "What if you get pregnant? I'm 
too fucking young to be a dad. I'm only eighteen."

Athena threw his clothes at him and pushed him out of 
her room. 

"Just get the hell out of here. Your nothing like 
John," she scolded.

"I'm sorry," he stammered. "John? Who's John?"

"JUST GET OUT," she scolded and slammed her bedroom 
door in his face.

She heard his truck pull out of the drive and she 
closed her eyes and cried herself to sleep. Athena 
covered herself up so that the smell of sex wouldn't 
linger in the air. Her new parents arrived home around 
thirty minutes later. Jeanna carefully opened the door 
to Athena's room and peeked in. Her room was a mess. 
Jeanna wondered what she could do. 

In fear of what would go on next, Athena started 
straightening up her act. She cleaned her room, 
improved her grades, and soon was given more 
privileges. After two months, Jeanna noticed that 
Athena had not been asking for tampons. There was none 
in her bedroom and none had seemed to be used from the 
bathroom cabinets other than the ones Jeanna was using. 
Jeanna came into Athena's room one day after school.

"Athena," Jeanna asked, "Is everything ok?"

"What do you mean," she asked in return.

"Well, I've noticed that you have not had your period," 
she replied. "Do we need to take you to the doctor?"

She paused and thought for a moment.

"Well, my periods have always been a bit irregular," 
she replied. "My Dad was going to put me on birth 
control before I got taken away."

"Well if they're irregular, then we will sure get you 
regulated," she replied.

Athena was took to the doctor the next week. After the 
doctor done his examination, they were all in for a 
surprise. The doctor said that there was no need for 
birth control pills.

"Athena, you are seven weeks pregnant," the doctor 
stated.

The ride home was a quiet ride until they got home. 
Jeanna sat down with Athena on her bedside.

"Who was it, Athena," she questioned with motherly 
concern. "When did it happen? Why didn't you use 
protection?"

"Does it really matter who did it," Athena responded 
coldly. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you anyway, 
and duh, it was seven weeks ago, and to your other 
question: I did use protection. It failed."

"I will believe you, Athena, who was it," Jeannna 
asked, concerned.

"It was AUSTIN," Athena blurted, burying her face in 
her hands, crying even louder.

"Oh, my god," Jeanna replied. "This can't be true."

"IT IS TRUE," Athena shouted back. "I told you you 
would not believe me."

"You've got to be mistaken," Jeanna replied, standing 
up and reaching for the door.

Austin heard the whole ordeal standing outside of the 
door.

"I swear, I have never layed a finger on that girl," 
Austin told Jeanna in defense. "You know that."

"Just be quiet where I can figure this out," Jeanna 
told Austin.

Sleeping wasn't easy for Athena nor the whole family 
that night. She didn't want Brad's baby growing inside 
of her. She wanted her father's. Athena tossed and 
turned. She finally stopped long enough to look out the 
window. What would happen if she ran away? Where could 
she start and when? She now lived in Franklin County- 
seventy miles away from Brunswick. 

Athena had no other choice but to see for herself. She 
opened up the window ever so quickly and quietly. She 
grabbed what clothes she could out of the closet and 
shoved them into her bag. Carefully, she climbed out of 
the window and closed it behind her. She was free- yet, 
free with no money, no food, and no idea where to go. 
She took off running down the road and then stayed 
hidden in the shadows among the highway. After about 
fifteen minutes of walking, she became tired and weary. 

She was afraid of hitchhiking, but she would have to 
get in. Cars were much faster than she could carry 
herself. She stuck out her thumb and began walking 
backwards. Her puppy-face eyes looked into every dark 
windshield they could searching for someone who would 
be gracious enough to take her home. A white pick-up 
truck picked her up. A gruff looking man was inside.

"Where you headed on this dark night," he asked her in 
a gruff voice.

"Brunswick. Do you know where that is," she asked 
firmly.

"Sure do, ma'm," he said. "We are on our way."

They pulled into a dark secluded cul-de-sac drive and 
he stepped out into the night in front of a run down 
shack.

"Wait," Athena shouted from inside the vehicle. "I 
thought you were taking me to Brunswick."

"Well," said the man. "It's a long way. We need some 
rest before doing that."

His rugged boots sloshed up the walkway and clomped up 
the concrete block steps. His coat was warn and had 
holes and his jeans were worn and old. He smelled 
awful, but this is was the only option she had. She 
thought about taking off running and refusing his 
"haven of rest," but she was tired. Pregnancy does 
that.

What Athena didn't realize was that this stranger was 
drunk and he was violent as hell when he was. As soon 
as she stepped inside, he slapped her across her face 
and grabbed her by her ponytail. Athena screamed, but 
he threatened to kill her if she breathed another word. 
He kicked her ass and made her fall to the floor. 

"Get in my room, you little whore," he gruffly told 
her, picking up a half full Milwaukee bottle and 
guzzling down its last contents.

He picked her up by her pajamas off of the floor and 
pushed her to his bed. By the time he got to his room 
he had jerked his pants down as well as his briefs and 
had a hard-on. He shoved her over on the bed, bending 
her over and pulled down her pajama bottoms and her 
panties. He slapped her on the ass hard. Athena's eyes 
were filled with tears.

"Ha, you little slut," he yelled so blatantly. "I've 
been wanting a fine little ass like this."

He rammed his cock into her pussy and still holding on 
to his empty beer bottle. He fucked her and rammed his 
cock into her repeatedly until he was completely out of 
energy and then collapsed over onto the bed. He was 
completely passed out. Athena jerked her pants up and 
got out of the house. She opened up the door to his 
truck, grabbed her bag, and began running again. She 
ran and ran with tear filled eyes until she reached a 
park. She climbed up the fence, and found a bench and 
cried herself to sleep with her bag clenched in her 
fist.

She was awakened the next morning by an old man with a 
cane.

"Miss, Miss, excuse me, Miss," he tapped her on her 
shoulder.

Athena gasped in horror, and sat up immediately.

"It's ok, Miss, I'm not gonna hurt ya," he explained to 
her.

"Get away from me," Athena responded in fear.

She could not bear to look at another old man after 
last night. However, this one seemed to be in his 
eighty's and was clean shaven. He reminded her of her 
grandfather.

"May I take you somewhere," he questioned her.

"No, no," she responded, still trembling. "I don't need 
anyone to take me anywhere."

"Why my dear, you are trembling," he told her, noticing 
her quivering hands. "Please let me help you."

"I don't trust anyone right now," Athena responded.

"Why Miss, you can trust me. I have grandchildren your 
age. I wouldn't hurt them at all," he tried to reassure 
her.

"I don't know, but thank you, sir. I better be going," 
she said walking away from him.

"I'll be praying for you, Miss," he called out as she 
ran out the park gate.

Athena couldn't be seen by authorities.

Back at the Miller household, Jeanna didn't know what 
to do when she found Athena gone the next morning. As 
she reached for the phone to call the authorities, 
Austin grabbed the phone away from her.

"Are you crazy," he asked her. "Let the little bitch 
have her way. I don't mean to be cold-hearted to any 
child, but you personally heard her in there last 
night. I don't want her back- this isn't what I ask for 
when I asked for a daughter. I asked for a sweet little 
girl. I didn't want one who would ruin my marriage."

Jeanna put the phone back down. Someone would find 
Athena. She had no phone, no money, no car, and she 
would end up at some abuse clinic. Athena would learn 
her lesson.

Athena waited during the day behind restaurants to see 
if just anyone would throw out a good bit of food. 
There was one Italian restaurant custodian who did feel 
sorry for her and gave her her lunch. She thanked her. 
She felt so sorry for her. Athena used to only read 
about bums who begged like she did in story books. She 
never believed that she would be there. At night she 
would curl up behind garbage bens or sleep in a local 
park. 

One night a black man found her curled up behind the 
garbage bens. He could tell she was pregnant, and had 
always wanted to fuck a young pregnant pussy. He 
started beating her and telling her that she was 
worthless and that she would do great as his little 
whore. He told her that his name was "B" and that he 
could get plenty off of her little white ass doing 
tricks. 

He had a big black Escalade, and he had gold plated 
teeth and a little star etched in his left front one. B 
wore big chains and looked much like a rap star. Athena 
was once again made to submit. She made thousands of 
dollars for the next few weeks for B. B's friend, 
LaTrina braided Athena's long blonde hair into rows and 
dressed her in a tight mini-skirt and tanktops. B 
figured Athena could get no work done in her raggedy 
ass pajama bum clothes. 

As Athena climbed into the back of an eighty-seven 
Cadillac one day, the man she was made to do whipped 
out his cock. Athena's eyes grew wide with fear. His 
cock must to have been that of a horse's, from her 
point-of-view. She backed herself up to the other side 
of the car.

"Come here, you chicken shit," he called to her. "Come 
over here and take this cock or I'll beat the shit out 
of you."

"No, I can't do that," she exclaimed with fear. "I have 
a baby inside."

"Oh yeah and that damn baby will love having my cum all 
over its fucking little face," he sassed her, pulling 
her by her cornrows to him.

"NOOOO," Athena wailed as she was pulled on top of his 
cock and forced down on it as if she were nothing but a 
fuck toy.

The man beat Athena and threw her out of his car onto 
the emergency room parking lot and sped off into the 
night.

Athena was so tired. She knew in her tired mind that 
she had lost the baby growing inside of her from the 
damage this man's cock could of done. If she didn't 
lose the baby from his size, she knew that she would 
lose it from stress. Athena staggers inside the 
hospital covered in blood. The nurses immediately come 
to her rescue as they sit her down in a wheelchair. She 
told the nurses no more than she was mugged and raped 
and, wanting to remain anonymous, she gave the nurses 
one of her old friend's name. 

The nurses treated her, took care of her, and upon 
release they gave her a phone call to call her parents. 
That was all Athena needed. She called her father and 
he immediately drove over to pick his young daughter 
up. It was a long ride home. The rain beat down on the 
windshield. She clenched his hand tight and fell asleep 
with it in hers. He picked his lovely daughter up and 
carried her inside. While she was asleep, he read her 
discharge papers and understood that his daughter had a 
D&C. 

"Damn," he said to himself. He so much wanted to make 
love to her, but knew that he could in a matter of 
weeks, and not only that. There was so much more in 
store. During the course of that time, Athena would 
turn eighteen. He would soon take her under her new 
name to the courthouse, apply for a marriage license 
and give his love goddess what she really wanted- him 
and her old name back.

END

I spend hours writing these stories and would love to 
know that I am not wasting my time. Please give me some 
feedback.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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