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 A story by Lolileah for ADULTS ONLY.  (MF, nc, rape, inc, oral, anal, 1st,
preg)

   According to statistics roughly 20% of girls will be raped or sexually
abused before the age of 18.  I guess that makes me a statistic, a mere
number.  I guess it means I'm not that special.  This is my story and it's
really not that unique when I think about it.  My name is not important.  I
write my story more as a support for other girls.  You aren't alone.  What
your father/brother/mother/other did is despicable, but it isn't uncommon.
Sometimes it might even be your fault.  Not to cast blame or try and slut
shame.

   It started the night of the prom.  I was just your average 13-year-old
girl, eagerly awaiting my date's arrival (yes, I even had a date!) I was
putting on the finishing touches for my makeup and such before he arrived

   'Wow, you sure look pretty in your dress!  If I weren't your dad, I'd
envy the guy taking you.'

   "Thanks, dad." I said as he gave me a hug.  "I'm really looking forward
to going."

   'Well, I hope you have fun at the prom.  Only the best for my little
princess.'

   He came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.  'Overheard
your date on the phone talking to someone.  'Yeah, I'm bringing the white
girl.' That's what he said.  You're sure you want to be gang-raped by a
whole bunch of big nigger dicks?'

   Yes, my date was black.  In the South I might as well have been a blood
traitor.  "He's not like that.  He's sweet."

   'They're always sweet until it's too late.  That's how they draw you
in.'

   "Well if that's true, I guess you'll just have to protect your little
girl by whatever means necessary." Little did I know what I was consenting
to at the time.

   He picked me up and threw me onto the bed.  'I won't have some little
nigger baby growing inside my little girl.  It's not right.' Resistance
seemed to be useless.  I was small, my father larger and stronger. 
Whatever he wanted tonight, I'd be forced to give.

   He unzipped his pants and pulled out his 'thing'.  That's what we girls
called it.  Inexorably, he drew my head toward his crotch.  Inch by
dreadful inch his member drew closer.  The head glistened with pre-cum.  It
tasted slightly salty as the tip breached my lips.  But daddy didn't stop
there.  No, he didn't stop until all of him was inside my throat.  I
coughed and gagged but it was useless, as I've said before.  He moved his
hips to a rhythm only he knew, thrusting in and out as tears filled my
eyes.

   'Why, daddy, why?  Please make it stop!' I felt him grow thicker in my
mouth and almost unbearably hot.  All of a sudden it jumped and twitched
and burning hot stuff came from the end.  He wasn't in my throat,
mercifully, but perhaps it was less a blessing than it seemed.  The stuff
tasted pretty gross.  He pulled out and started shrinking back to his
original size and I took the opportunity to get rid of his junk as I spit
it into my hands.  There was so much!

   'Please let that be all.' I thought looking at the icky, sticky, thick
white jizz in my hands.  I reached for the box of tissue I kept by the bed.
My father kept muttering to himself in a whisper, 'Oh god!' It seemed
strange for an atheist to say but it had become a strange night.  With any
luck, it was an apology or disbelief.  As my luck was going tonight, it was
probably him saying how great I'd felt.  After I had cleaned up
sufficiently, I noticed him getting stiff again on the bed beside me.  'Oh,
please don't make me do that again!  I don't think I can take it.' Tonight,
I seemed to be blessed only to have something even worse happen.

   My daddy turned to me and reached under my dress.  It was modest so I'd
decided to try foregoing panties.  I was being a rebel!  No man had ever
touched me between my legs and no man has since.  It felt simultaneously
both right and wrong at the same time.  I recoiled but that only put my
back against the wall.

   Things only got weirder from there.  My dad lifted my legs and my hips
came away from the bad.  It was at this moment that any thoughts I had of
escape were dashed like an egg thrown from a rocky cliff.  I hadn't the arm
strength to try and pull away using my sheets and he knew it.  With my legs
spread, there was nothing protecting my defenseless vagina any longer.  I
gasped as his heated breath bathed my sensitive flesh and his tongue
flicked out between my pussy lips.

   "Stop, please stop!  Let me go!" His breath as he laughed at me felt
even better than his tongue had as it washed over the moisture he'd just
left there.  It felt good and I didn't want that at all.  But the rape
victim isn't there to get her away.  She is there for the man to have his
way with.  I would just have to endure it as best I could.

   15 minutes later, when he'd finished, he dropped my hips to the bed.  It
had felt good I'm ashamed to say.  Not quite what an orgasm felt like or
what I'd been told that it did, but it still felt good.  If I had any
thought that he was done with me, I could certainly despair of that coming
true.  He had serviced me, unwanted though it may have been.  Now it was my
turn to service him as he pinned my small wrists to the bed.  His penis's
hard warmth was between my legs, just as warm and slimy as it had been in
my mouth.  There was only one thing that could mean.  I was going to be
raped.  By my dad, no less.

   Imagine you live in the South.  Imagine as a girl that you were taught
that you were only valuable as a bride when you can sacrifice yourself to
your husband on your wedding night.  Imagine you got an abstinence-only
education.  Imagine knowing that nobody will marry you after this.  Imagine
the shame and worthlessness because you know the pain that girls feel the
first time is meant to both dissuade her from having sex and reward her
husband.  Imagine my thoughts, virgin that I was, knowing that daddy was
about to rape me.  That was how I felt as my daddy drove irresistibly
against my hymen.  I was crying even before it broke.

   "OWWW!  FUCK!  STOP, THAT HURTS!"

   'I know,' he said with a grin, 'you are a virgin.  Correction.  You used
to be.  Relax, the worst part is over.' To be honest, those words were the
most comfort I would receive all night.  I lay on the bed, defeated,
sobbing.  I honestly didn't want my date to see me now, didn't even want
him to come.  I was worthless to everyone, a worthless piece of trash.  I
belonged to daddy now.  He'd been my first.

   Just as with my mouth, he took up a tempo with his thrusting, swelled
and unleashed a tidal wave into my belly.  It seemed like it might never
and.  He was panting hard when he pulled out of me.  He thanked me and sat
down to catch his breath.  You might think, 'why didn't you run?' Because I
hadn't been dismissed.  It would be rude to do otherwise.  Besides, where
would I go?  I was nothing now, valueless instead of valuable.

   How much worse can things get from here?  I have learned never to ask
that.  Karma is a bitch and she will gladly accept that challenge.

   'Get on your hands and knees!  We're going to try doggy-style.' That
didn't sound so bad.

   Things were only about to steadily worsen.  Again, I was in a position
that left me vulnerable in many respects, but especially to dad's rapacious
desires.  Once again I felt him press against me and enter me against my
will.  But it wasn't right.  Now he was spreading my butt apart with his
cock.  I screamed as inch by painful inch the entire length was buried in
my colon.  I was sobbing openly now, not just sniffling, snot running
freely out of my nose.  "Please stop!  This is even worse!" Of course he
didn't listen but by this time I wasn't surprised.

   My arms and legs gave way and now here I was, on my belly being
butt-raped by the man I shared half my genes with.  I would find out later
this was one of the best possible positions for anal and doggy-style was
one of the worst.  This way, my clitoris was pressed into the bed at each
and every and every inward thrust, each of them pressing into my G-spot. 
Trying to escape I knew to be useless, but I no longer wished to do so.  To
my great horror, though I could not match the rhythm he was drilling my ass
with, I was facilitating it.  I would squeeze when he pulled out and relax
on the inbound strokes.  With each passing moment I felt better and better
until I let out a moan like a whore, clutching at the sheets while he
emptied his balls in my bowels.  He told me what a great fuck I'd been. 
The night had been growing worse and worse and this was just the final
straw.  How could I have cum?

   "I want to die," I told him as he left me on the bed used, abused, and
discarded until such time as he wanted me again.  I stuffed tissues in each
of the holes daddy had used so I wouldn't make a mess on the carpet when I
went to clean up.  That's when the doorbell rang.

   "Oh, good lord!  How could this night possibly get any worse?"

   Daddy let my date into the foyer and I stood on the balcony.  I'm
surprised he was even let into the house to be honest.  I didn't feel like
going to the prom after what had just happened so I told him I was on the
rag and I didn't want to be a bitch.  He was disappointed, of course.  But
if what daddy had said was true about them all gang-raping me with their
big dicks, maybe in a way I was in his debt.  If it had hurt so badly when
daddy stole my innocence, how much worse would it be with a bigger, thicker
invader?

   You know how I said karma's a bitch and you should never ask how things
could get worse?  Well, it's true.  The baby of the man who forced oral sex
on me, raped me and sodomized me is growing inside me as I write this. 
Since he knows I can't get away, he knows he can have sex with me whenever
he wants.  The worst part of it is, now he's hell-bent on making it
enjoyable and providing another reason for me not to go.  My life is over,
there's nothing left.  I've become both my father's bitch and lover and
each day I want to kill myself even more than the night he got me in this
mess.  But I can't.

   I gave him permission to protect me by whatever means.  I'm the one that
came when he fucked me in the ass.  It's all my fault.  This is the part
where I'm supposed to say everything will be all right.  I wish I could
believe it, I truly do.  But apparently the universe has other misogynistic
plans.  So if your story's like mine, learn to appreciate what you have,
even if it's horrible.  Who knows, maybe you'll even start to like it.