Interlude

I grabbed handfuls of the bedding as he start to fuck me “Oh god it hurts!”

“Don’t worry about it Daddy will make it feel all better real soon!”

With that I pass out going back to the time I was raped by my real daddy

It was the day of my last high school dance, I was up at 4AM showering so I was extra clean when I left for school. Clad in a red nightie I just stepped out of the bathroom when Daddy came at me, backing me up against the wall. Grabbing both of my hands in his “Well Angela what were you doing in the bathroom for the last half hour?” Staring at my face then down at the exposed top of my breasts.

“Daddy I was just showering!”

“And what is the rule of showering in this house young lady?” His eyes steadily on my cleavage

“No more than ten minutes without permission, Sir!” I wanted to explain more but the way he was looking at me scared me into silence.

“You seem to be taking more and more liberties with the rules around this house aren’t you Angela?” Letting go of one hand, running his free hand over the front of my nightie “And pray tell does your mother know how much skin you display when you think no one will find out?” His hand going lower down the front of my nightie. His breathing getting a little more noticeable, a distinct smell of alcohol on it.

His fingers sliding up under the hem of my nightie as he steps into me. “You better start respecting the rules her young lady or there will be hell to pay!” Stepping away after tracing the vee between my legs. Then he did something that shocked me, he lifted his fingers to his nose and inhaled the smell of me off them. I rushed back to my bedroom scared that he would do something else to me.

At Six, I heard the front door open and close. Daddy off to work. Feeling more secure I got dressed in the light blue dress I was going to wear to the dance. Seven thirty, mom came down and said I looked like a princess. I wanted to tell her about what happened with daddy earlier but I assumed that she would agree with daddy, especially since she didn’t know about my nightie. At eight, mom left for work, giving me a drive to school.

Classes were even more exciting than usual as we were all excited that the dance was going to start at three thirty sharp. The day flew by and so didn’t the dance. My friend Julie drove me home, since daddy wasn’t home and mom was going to work until eight I had the place to myself, sitting on the couch, I turned on the TV to the scrambled cable channels where men and women would be naked. I couldn’t see much the occasional glimpse of what I thought was a cock or tits that was it but for some reason it excited me.

Since I had the house to myself I took off my underwear and began to rub myself!

“IS THIS HOW WE BROUGHT YOU UP ANGELA?” Daddy’s voice shattering all the good feeling I was experiencing. “PLAYING WITH YOURSELF IN THE LIVING ROOM!” Grabbing me by my left arm “This is the last straw young lady if you want to act like a hussy then you’ll be treated like one. Pulling me off the couch, dragging me towards the stairs, forcing me up to his room. “Get that damn dress off hussy!” A slap across my face and I take my dress off.