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Betrayal
by Art S Healing (address withheld)
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A quick, heart-filled tale of what happens when a brutal
father returns home from prison to finds out that he has
a daughter of which he was not aware. (Mg, ped, inc,
extreme, nc, rp, 1st, v)
***
Author Note: Like all of my other tales, there is much
symbolisms, which reflect a particular time in my life.
This is my therapy, and in sharing it, I hope to touch
others. If you use stories to refute bad images of
something that happened to you, then you understand.
If you use these type of stories as a relief to urges
that you may have, please seek counseling in addition to
this. By law they must keep what you say confidential.
Letting things fester can also make them grow. Please,
please don't ever destroy some ones spirit by rape or
molesting. A child is a fragile piece of hope for the
world- hope that we all desperately need. PLEASE NEVER
HARM A CHILD!
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"Hurry, hide in the closet!" my mom cried out in a
hushed voice. I was terrified and did what she told me
without question. I was only freshly eight and trusted
my mother completely. I had no idea who my father was at
the time, and I certainly had no idea that he had been
in prison. I would find out later how he had been
paroled and that he tracked us down. No, at that moment,
I was as innocent as they came.
Thinking it was a prowler; I hid in the double-door
closet while he pounded on the bedroom door and I
watched helplessly through the sliver where the closed
closet doors met. My mother tried to call for help,
shouting; "Hello... hello...?" over the phone. I guess
to my father, it was obvious that she had called 911.
The pounding on the door stopped just long enough to him
to say, "I already took care of the phone line Clare,
you stupid bitch."
I jumped as the door to my mom's bedroom splintered
apart. Then this stranger to me, burst into the room and
snatched the phone from mom, ripping it out of the wall
with the strength of a gorilla. I clasped my hands over
my ears as tears of fear poured down my cheeks. The man
was large and scary and his anger was red hot.
With a leer, he cast my mother to the bed and began
shredding her nightgown until it hung from her body in
strips. I didn't understand why he was doing this, but I
knew I had never been so frightened before in my young
life, and I debated on whether or not to run for help.
"I'm going to rape you in the ass Clare," barked the
man, "I'm going to rape you until you die."
"No, no, please John, please don't!" cried my mother.
He tore her panties and the rest of her nightie off
until she was bare. He spun her unto her stomach and
grasped her at the hips, yanking her back half so she
was poised on her knees and elbows. I was very confused
about what he was about to do, and that's when I heard a
sentence that haunts me to this day. They came from my
mother's lips, and seemed to ricocheted around in my
mind like a bullet.
"Please don't rape me," she cried, "rape our daughter
instead!"
The man stopped and looked at her. "What?! What did you
say?!"
"Our daughter. I gave birth while you were in prison.
She's eight years old," she sniveled.
"You cunt. You never told me. Where is she?"
Then my mother completely sold me out. "She's in the
closet."
My heart stilled as the monster of a man got off her and
thundered to the closet in which I hid. Maybe she was
trying to distract him- sneak up behind him while he was
distracted and smash something over his head. He flung
the doors open, leaving me standing there unprotected
from his frightening glare. He sneered at me for only a
moment before snatching me up. I squealed out, and he
thrust me onto the bed where my mother now sat.
"She's a virgin, John. You said you always wanted to
fuck a virgin," said my mom, desperately. "Her name
is..."
"I didn't ask her name and I don't give a fuck," he said
as he stared at my fresh, narrow body. "Strip the slut."
My mother didn't hesitate in leaning over and removing
all of my clothes, all the while quietly saying that she
was sorry to me and it was going to all be alright. I
looked into her eyes and saw no tears or regret, only
relief. I think she was even trying to conceal a smile.
After she had stripped me nude, my father told her to
grab my ankles and lift them. Mom, who was sitting on
the mattress near my head with her knees open near my
shoulders, did as she was commanded. They were spread as
far and wide as they could go.
"Tell the bitch how much she's going to like this. And
you'd better do it right, cunt, or you're next."
He waited, watching us as mother held my feet up by my
ankles. He stared at my cunny as mom soothed me, telling
me that this man was my daddy, and I should just relax
and trust him. I was going to enjoy this. After some
more coaching from my father to tell me some more, she
said it was going to feel like a tummy rubbing-
something she did for me from time to time to help me
fall asleep. "Don't be afraid," she said, "you'll love
this. It'll feel really, super-duper nice." I calmed
down a bit after that.
After he was satisfied, I guess, he took his clothes off
as well. I looked at his gigantic hard cock, which
seemed to point straight at me angrily. I had no idea
what it was. I wondered if all men had such a strange
deformity; their pee-pee place inside out. He stroked it
off a few times as he positioned himself with his
dickhead aligned at my tiny slit hole.
He gently smiled and rubbed his prick-head over it. At
the time, it did feel good and I calmed a bit more,
although it was more out of trust in my mother telling
me I was going to like it, more than any sexual pleasure
from the rubbing. It wasn't to unlike a tummy rubbing. I
can't believe I still trusted her at this point, but I
did. I was a little wet now, and with his knob end
directly over my hymen blocked hole, he told my mom to
open my "cunt-lips" up.
She told me to leave my legs where they were and she
used both her hands to spread my preteen pussy mounds
open. Then my father set his dickhead right into the
entrance and held it there without saying a word. My mom
kept telling me it was going to be alright and how good
it was going to feel as he grabbed me around my waist
and held me firmly.
"Do you want some lube, baby?" said my mom to my dad.
"Fuck no!" he replied. "I want this shit to be as tight
as nature intended." Then, when I was at my calmest, my
father spoke, smooth as a placid lake. "It's okay, baby
girl. All daddy's do this with their little girls.
Daddy's home now."
I let my eyes close and open back up halfway, feeling
relaxed and dumb now that all my adrenalin subsided.
That's when he reared back and speared me, sadistically
driving his cock all the way into my tiny crevice. I
screeched back to the reality now piercing me. The pain
was unlike anything I had ever felt, and I screamed out
in agony as he tore my pussy apart, ruthlessly pounding
me back and forth- not even giving me a split second to
get use to it.
In my mind, it felt dream-like, or more specifically,
nightmare-like. I was barely wet from the rubbing, and
his big cock may as well have been an arm as he shoved
it into me, rapidly pounding back and forth without
mercy. I felt my little passage tearing and for just a
moment, I was no longer in my own body. Other things
flashed through my mind- things in the past, happier
things. Anything but being in the horror of the moment.
"You like this shit, bitch, don't you! Come on you
fucking cock-hole! You fucking slut! I'm going to make
you a woman." my father said, still driving me like a
piston engine.
I flailed about futilely as his pelvis rattled me back
and forth in a massive slamming motion. I thought I was
going to pass out. I kept slapping at his chest, trying
to push him away to no avail, and my bitch of a mother
took it upon herself to pin me down at the wrists,
helping my father- my rapist. That is, until a few
moments passed, and my father said, "Uhh... fucking
little girl whore! No Clare, let the little fuck-hole
try to push me away... oh fuck... grab it's legs and
hold 'em up high!"
Even through the pain and confusion I noticed him refer
to me as an "it", whether it was on purpose or not. My
mom grabbed my skinny, frail ankles and forced my legs
apart high and wide, lifting my ass up slightly. This
gave him some extra penetration room, and he took full
advantage of it. He rammed me balls deep, pounding my
ass brutally.
Through my wailing and screams, I looked up at my mother
and saw her grinning like a feeding demon. She looked
down at me, and when we made eye contact, she cried out,
"Fuck her John... fuck her good!" At the time, I'm sure
she was relieved that it wasn't her, although she may
have been trying to get him to cum and get it over with,
but I seriously doubt it. It was the smile on her face
that told me how much she was getting off on this almost
as much as my dad.
Finally my father slowed to a stop and ordered my mother
to turn me over. She helped prep me into doggy style
without removing his big cock, and with me on my knees
and elbows, he began plummeting me again, only getting
inside me even deeper.
"Fuck yeah!" he yelled out as he banged me for what
seemed like forever. I screamed, but they seemed deaf to
it. Then he groaned like an angry animal, and finally
slowed to a stop, panting heavily. When he pulled his
softening prick out of me, cum and blood came rushing
out with it. I not only felt it, but saw it gushing
between my legs.
"Oh fuck, that was awesome. Lay down, Clare, baby."
She did, looking like she didn't know what to expect. I
just cried and rolled into a fetal position. I had no
idea what was happening when I heard the slurping sounds
until I opened my eyes and saw him eating her out. He
did it until she came- although I didn't understand it
at the time. She looked so happy afterwards.
"Better her than you, huh bitch?" he said to my mom. She
nodded, "You aren't kidding, baby."
"Did you like that shit," he said to me. I didn't
answer. "Hey Clare. How would you like me to move in? We
can do this shit all the time."
She smile and nodded eagerly, "Okay. I really missed
you, John, baby. You can eat me out and fuck me anyway
you want to- but just please save the raping for her,"
she pointed at me.
"Oh Hell yeah. Clean the slut up. I've been in prison
for a long time- it won't take me long to get hard
again. This time I want to rape her in that tight little
ass of hers."
It was strange, but part of me was actually grateful
that he referred to me as "her" instead of "it". How
sick is that? My gratitude didn't last for long though.
END
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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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