It is finally too much...

One night when he came home drunk, her dad came to her and she wasn't interested in sex and objected. He asked again, pushing her against a wall and groping her breast and kissing her. Vixxen was dressed, not spending time naked anymore since things just weren't the same. She didn't want any of this anymore.

She tried to push him away, and said no, but he was strong enough that it didn’t matter. She still tried to push him away, and yelled at him to stop.

Despite this, her father had her naked in moments by ****, tearing off the shirt she had on and violently removing her shorts and then just pulling on thong until it broke free of her body. He then **** a kiss on her and leaned down and sucked on her breasts so hard it hurt.

Vixxen tried to push him away, saying no to him again. Her father responded violently. He put one hand around her throat and yelled right in her face, "You never say no to me again, you fucking whore! Never!”

He wasn't **** her, but Vixxen was afraid. He let go of her throat and grabbed her hair, pulling her down to suck his dick. "Suck my cock Vixxen!" he yelled at her, "Suck it, you fucking little whore!" She was too scared to even consider biting him, and he forcefully pushed his cock into her mouth and throat.

He had his cock in her throat on and off for a few minutes, not seeming to care if she could breathe.

He then picked her up and threw his daughter over his shoulder and walked to his room.

Her father threw her on the bed and pulled her head back towards him, and pushing his cock into her throat, began to violently fuck her throat so hard she again could barely breathe.

After a few minutes of fucking her throat, he flipped her on her back onto the bed and entered her missionary style. He fucked her furiously and when she tried to look away, he yelled at her again, "Look at me bitch! Look me in the eyes you fucking whore!”

He then flipped her over, leaning on her, and tried to put his dick in her ass dry. She kicked away, "Not that, I am not going to let you have that motherfucker!"

Michael's rage spilled out and he slapped her ass hard. She turned to yell at him and he slapped her across the face. She leaned up to hit back and he punched her in the side hard.

She rolled over in pain and he punched her in the stomach. She fell back down, and he kept hitting her. He slapped her face when he looked at her and slapped her ass hard. Vixxen was crying and in pain, but he didn't stop hitting her. Finally, he put his hand around her throat and squeezed. Vixxen was terrified.

Now amidst all the pain she could not breath, she worried he was going to kill her. This had to end.

"You will do whatever I want!" he screamed at her, "I will put you on the street and have the meth-heads fuck you in the ass Vixxen! So help me God, you will do whatever I want you to do!"

He let go of her throat and she took a breath, wide-eyed in fear. He turned to walk away, and she slumped on the bed on her stomach, hurting all over. He went and got some oil from the bathroom she used for her skin and poured it on his cock and her asshole.

He looked down at her beautiful round ass, and pushed her cheeks apart, exposing her tight little asshole. He worked the oil into her ass with his finger, and then lined up behind her and **** himself into her asshole. He started slowly, but as soon as he could fit, he started fucking her ass, having waited for this moment for a long time.

It hurt her a lot and she cried out in pain; she had never had anal sex. Her father was forcing himself into her, and he was big. This was the moment he had waited for.

He had watched her body mature and waited for years, planning to fuck his daughter.

But he had really been waiting to fuck that big round ass. Certainly since the first night he fondled her when he was drunk, and he gave it all he had. He was going to wreck her ass, this was a moment years in the making.

She was awake as he took her ass against her will, but because of the **** and the physical ****, she passed out. She woke up in the middle of the night, naked and alone, with cum leaking out of her ass and hurting like hell from the beating.

Vixxen got dressed, and decided she had to leave. Right then.

She found her dad passed out on the sofa, with a joint in an ash tray in front of him and a half finished bottle of bourbon. She left him there and went to his room, finding his stash of cash. She quietly took all of it and stuffed it into her purse. It wasn’t stealing, it was her money. She had earned every dollar. It looked like several hundred dollars or more.

She took a few items of clothing in a bag and snuck out, in the very early hours of the morning.

She walked five or six miles to the house of a good friend she used to know from school and church named Samara. Every step hurt her. Her body hurt from her dad hitting her, and her ass hurt like it never had before.

She had friends who were closer, right down the block even, but she could not let her father find her. Thankfully no police paid her any attention as she walked at night with a bunch of cash on her.

She got there around six o’clock in the morning, just as people were waking up, and was able to get her Samara’s attention. Samara skipped school when Vixxen told her she needed help.

When Samara saw Vixxen she brought her inside, seeing the bruises on her cheek and on her neck, “who the fuck did this Vixx?”

Vixxen hung her head, and when pressed finally said it had been her dad?

Samara hardly believed her, then Vixxen told the whole story. The ****, the ****, the prostitution, and the events of the last night. The physical **** and the ****.

When Samara heard what Vixxen’s father had done she was enraged. She suggested calling the police, but Vixxen knew she would be seen as worthless to them. She knew they would just think of her as a young black whore, a girl who fucked her biological father by choice over much of a year, and who fucked men for money. She would just be another whore to them and a waste of their time.

Just a weed smoking incestuous whore. What had she allowed herself to become? She had to be more than this, she knew her mother had to have been more than this.

Who could she go to? What would the preacher say? The men from her dad’s work? With all the **** and ****, nobody would believe her. Her only choice was to run.

This pissed Samara off, she at least wanted to tell her own dad or her boyfriend, who would go at least put a beating on Vixxen’s stepdad, but she accepted that her friend did not want this and let it go. She was going to help her run, and she was going to handle the other business with Vixxen’s dad later.

When Vixxen was gone and safe, but that **** wasn’t going to walk away clean.