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("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author � 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Abused By Daddy by Love2Force ([email protected]) *** 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 *-**-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-**-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 50