The door bursts open...

With a crash, the door burst open. My dad was standing there, a huge hole in his throat. He held a bloody hammer in one hand. Bits of hair and gore were stuck to it. His shirt was shredded. I screamed as he stumbled into the room. Water splashed everywhere as I flailed around. I felt his strong, calloused hands lifting me out of the tub. His eyes were wild and pale, and I felt his intestines pressing against my naked thighs.

 He hauled me by the arms to the hallway, and tossed me down, face first.  I landed with a thud, and sprained both of my wrists.  I tried to turn over, but his hands clamped down on my shoulders (one right over my new tattoo).  The rough carpet hurt on my sensitive skin, especially my nipples.  

 "Daddy!  What are you doing!" I yelled.  I could here movement down the stairs.  Wet, sticky blood dripped onto my neck.  My eyes dilated and my mouth opened.  I felt something thick and smooth at the entrance to my pussy.

 "Daddy, NO!" I yelled.  He grunted like an animal, and shoved his cock into me with one violent thrust.  I buried my face into the carpet and screamed.   His strong hands and weight held me down as he hammered back and forth into me.  My smooth pussy lips still had some gel on them, and they squished as he pistoned in and out.  I felt his guts spilling onto my lower back.  He grunted in rhythm with his thrusts, each one slamming as deep as my pussy would allow.  My nipples were quickly rubbed raw on the carpet.

 I desperately tried to crawl away, but he was just to strong.  Now don't get me wrong, I'm no stranger to sex, but this was something different.  Each thrust he buried inside me felt like a blow to the body, like he was trying to break down some internal wall with his cock.  I could still smell his Old Spice aftershave mixed with the coppery blood stench wafting from behind me.  I stopped screaming, stopped crying, and just gave up.  It didn't seem real, but it was...

 Suddenly, he gyrated violently and thrust in with all his weight.  I opened my mouth to scream, but couldn't.  He held himself against me and inside me.  I felt lukewarm jism running out of me, down my pale thighs, and pooling on the carpet.

 I couldn't believe what just happened.  He just lay on top of me, not moving.  I couldn't breath, I couldn't think.  I just lay there under my zombie **** father.  

Their was a lot noise downstairs, I wondered absentmindedly what it was...