Ironically, Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer played on the TV, the sound grumbling on in the background as I drifted in and out of sleep. It was Christmas Eve, and Mom has forced me to stay at Dadâs, while my sister got to stay with her. It wasnât fair that I had to be here. Iâd tried everything- crying, begging, yelling; nothing worked.
So, here I was, my head propped up against a musty pillow, the living room lit only by the poorly-decorated tree and the light of the television. I hoped that this all stopped when I graduated high school; I could only take so many more holidays like this.
The thoughts stirred me from my sleep, but my dad was sitting on the end of the couch at my feet. I really didnât want to talk to him, so I just laid there, hoping heâd go to bed soon and I could go to my room alone, avoiding any conversation at all.
But⌠then something happened.
My eyes were closed, Rudolph was singing about misfits, and I felt the couch shift. Then, the blanket covering me was lifted up.
I stirred a bit, confused, but I didnât open my eyes.
Thatâs when it happened.
His fingers ran across my pajama shorts, and I froze, trying to keep my breathing even. What the fuck was going on.
Suddenly, the tips of his fingers slipped up my leg and into the shorts, caressing the line of my panties. His touch was light and gentle- not like the touch heâd used to spank me as a child or drag me across the floor when we fought.
His hand kept moving, and, before I knew it, his fingers reached my special place. No one had touched me down there yet, and I flinched a bit when he did. He paused, but, when I didnât move, he kept tickling me there.
I didnât know what to do. I couldnât wake up. What would I do? Yell at him? That would be the worst experience ever, and I could only imagine the beating Iâd get. And no one would believe me if I told them, I knew it.
So, I stayed still and silent and tried to keep my breathing even as it happened.
He moved on top of me then, his body laying across mine. It was abrupt, and I was surprised- again.
He grabbed my boob through my shirt. I hadnât been wearing a bra- Iâd been expecting to go to sleep after the movie. He pushed my flimsy tank top up, wasting no time, pinching my nipple softly and massaging my boob as his other hand kept tickling my hole down in my undies.
He only got off to undress me. I was naked, cold, as my dad touched me. He began to whisper things as he touched my hole and my boobs. âYouâre a dumb fucking whore. I know that you say you hate me, but you love me. You just need to be fucked by your daddy. Dumb fucking cunt bitch.â
Tears stung my eyes. I wanted to kill him. The worst part was my bodyâs reaction. He slipped one finger into my hole, then two, then three. It was tight, and it hurt, but my hole still got wet. And he told me when it did. âFucking whore, fucking slut with a tight wet cunt. Dumb teenage girl. Now I know you want me to fuck your little fucking pussy. How did I get such a stupid slut as a daughter? Fuck yeah, baby.â
My hips were even thrusting a little, though I tried to stop it. It started to feel good. I didnât want it to be my dad doing this, and I was scared and sad and angry, but I couldnât help it. I was wet for my father and what he was doing to my body.
He began sucking on my boobs, alternating as his fingers shoved in and out of my little wet hole. Then, he kissed me.
Iâd only been kissed by one boy before, and it had been on a dare in front of everyone only a few weeks ago. I didnât want my second kiss to be by my father, but he took it. His tongue slid into my mouth, taunting mine, biting my lips and moaning into my mouth. I shouldâve realized that this was the least of my worries.
I donât know when he took his clothes off, but I could feel his penis poking against my stomach when he kissed me a few minutes later. It felt weird against my skin- velvety and hot and hard all at the same time.
What was he going to do to me? Why did he take his clothes off?
Now, I wish Iâd said something when itâd just been him touching my panties. But it was too late. It was definitely too late.
So, he crawled up to me and used his hands to open my mouth. I kept my lips limp, but he shoved his penis inside of it. I tried to hold back sobs, still wanting to feign sleep, as he pushed his dirty, smelly dick in and out of my mouth. He did this for a long time, and I tried to listen to the Rudolph movie and ignore it. But how can I ignore my dadâs dick between my lips?
It was leaking cum. I knew it must be that- the salty, stinging taste.
When it was finally done, I was so, so grateful. He pulled his thingy out of my mouth, and I nearly breathed a sigh of relief. It was all over.
Iâd never been more wrong.
He crawled back on top of me, his actions becoming much, much rougher now. He scratched and bit at my boobs, his fingers- three of them now- pushing in and out of my hole painfully. I whimpered softly. He ignored it. Dad kept invading my hole, raping me with his fingers and marking my breasts with his bites and hickeys and wet mouth.
Then, he lined up his still-hard penis with my hole. My breathing caught. Oh. No.
He shoved it in, raping me- really raping me- now. It was so big, and it hurt so bad, pushing so deep into my tiny, little, virgin hole. His weight was nearly crushing me, and he was choking me with one hand, grabbing my boobies with the other. A few of my tears actually escaped my eyes, rolling down my cheeks as my father fucked his teenage daughter.
Every part of my body hurt, but my boobs were aching, and my hole felt like it was being ripped to shreds. He kept doing it- hurting me. I felt like I was gonna die there.
My dad raped me, using my body to masturbate his penis and destroy his daughter. Finally, after what felt like hours of endless pleasurable torture, I felt a warmth spread down there, and he got off of me.
I still laid there, listening to him walk away. I was waiting to hear his door close, but, even after a few minutes, I didnât.
Eventually, I fell asleep like that, waiting to hear him so he wouldnât come back.
When I woke up, I was in his bed, still naked, on my stomach.
I had ropes tied around my wrists and legs. I turned my neck to see my father, standing to my side, grinning evily as he toyed with a video camera on a tripod. What the fuck.
He was holding the leash of our dog, Spot.
My dad didnât say anything to me. He just came up onto the bed, laid on top of me, and shoved his dick into my hole. I screamed. He grabbed my boobs from underneath me, kissing my neck from behind as he raped his daughterâs pussy again. I was crying, struggling, telling him to fuck off.
âThe only thing I want to fuck, baby, is my incestuous slut daughter. And I know you fucking want it.â He yelled with each thrust, âYou. Dumb. Fucking. Whore.â
I was hysterical, sobs racking my body as he fucked his dick into me hard. I didnât understand what was going on. There was blood everywhere; it looked like a crime scene. âFuck yeah, slut. My dumb daughter loves her daddy, I know you do. You donât say it, but I knew you do. You love Daddy, baby, and youâre welcome. I hope you get pregnant, baby, with girls, so I can rape them, too. Youâre going to be my wife, baby, my daughter-wife, you slut.â Blood coated his penis as it shoved in and out of my tiny little hole. My dad was raping me again with his penis.
Finally, when he got off of me, he grabbed the dogâs leash and patted the bed. I had collapsed onto the covers, exhausted and still crying, trying to process the fact that Iâd gone to bed with my dad raping me last night and had woken up to it against today. On Christmas.
âBaby, I got you a Christmas present to apologize for raping your dumb cunt. Here it is.â
I was so fucking confused and too tired to try to understand what he meant. Weâd gotten my dog two years ago, so I had no idea what he was fucking saying.
He switched the video camera on, the red light flashing. What wasâŚ
The dog began licking me⌠down there⌠It felt incredible, and I wanted to kill myself it was so fucking disgusting. But he kept licking me, digging and digging with his rough tongue as his furry snout rubbed against my hole. It felt⌠so good. Now, Iâve never had a real life orgasm before. But that dog licked and licked and my body shook uncontrollably, until I could barely breath, so I know I came just from that dogâs hot mouth.
After that, my dad came over. I hoped it was to pull the dog away. I wanted to die. Not only did my body just react terribly to a dog licking me down there, but my own father had gotten it all on video. I hated myself so much. I hated how I kept reacting to my dad and this stupid fucking dog.
But it wasnât done yet. Spot jumped on top of me, his big, red, hot penis poking at my sore, bloody hole. It shoved inside, and he humped me crazily, like the animal he was. I was crying again; now I was being raped by my dog.
âHey, baby,â my dad called from behind the camera. âIf you donât get knocked up with my daughter, maybe you can actually have Spotâs babies! And then you can give birth to puppies, and they can rape you too!â
I sobbed hysterically. How could he say that? Could that happen? The pain from the dog rape pulled me away from those thoughts. This didnât feel good; it really, really hurt. My hole was aching, and I wouldâve done anything for it to end. It only got worse when he shoved it really deep, and there was a big bump at the bottom. I donât think it was supposed to go inside of me, but it did, and he kept pushing it deeper and deeper, even though there was no room inside of me for my dogâs huge penis.
Finally, the dog hopped off, but his penis was still inside! It was stuck! Dad was laughing as I cried, and he came over and grabbed and slapped my boobs. He was putting his finger in my butt, kissing my neck and leaving bites and hickeys- there was even blood on my neck.
âMerry Christmas, baby,â he whispered as the dogâs penis finally fell out of my hole and I collapsed on my fatherâs bed. â
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