Daughter's prison - part 3

When I came to, I was in my bed, alone. Sunlight filled

the room, brightening it. I yawned, kicking off the

covers. Blearily, I glanced at the alarm clock. It was

noon. God damn it. I never wake up this late! I sat

upright on my bed, then doubled over in pain, as needles

of pain shot through my crotch. With sudden alarm, the

events of last night came rushing back to me. The image

of my father, stroking his raging cock, and getting up

off my bed and walking toward me.

Oh god. It couldn't have happened. Please... this was all

a dream. Even, as I swept the covers to the floor to

reveal my lower region, the fierce burning in my crotch

told me something bad had happened. I gazed at my

panties. The crotch area was stained slightly yellowish,

and dotted with deep brown spots, and damp.

My eyes then focused on some small brown spots on the bed

sheet. Blood stains, I realized, as a coldness settled

over me. My eyes told me what my body already suspected,

but my mind had refused to believe. I was no longer a

virgin. I got out of bed, grabbing a change of clothing,

and walked unsteadily into to the bathroom. I could hear

the television and occasional sounds of laughter from my

father and Timmy downstairs.

My crotch was burning. I locked the bathroom door behind

me. Sitting on the toilet seat, I hesitantly drew down my

panties down to my ankles, and then completely off.

Holding it up toward me, I could see that the entire

crotch area of my panties swamped with a sticky wetness.

Small spots of dried blood stains dotted the crotch area.

The heady scent of sex assaulted me, and I almost gagged

as I quickly tossed the soiled panties to the floor, and

focused my attention to my burning crotch. Bending over

forwards, I could see my vaginal lips, glaring back with

an angry raw color. A mucous-like film coated whole of my

vagina, matting the downy hairs around my crotch. My eyes

focused on the raw glistening lips of my vagina. The

inner petals protruded slightly outwards, something that

had never happened before. I held my breath. I had to

make sure.

Gingerly, I wiggled my index and middle fingers carefully

into my vagina. I inhaled sharply, feeling a fiery pain

as my raw wet lips brushed against my fingers. I felt

around, seeking the place where my hymen should be. It

was gone, completely. I fought back tears. No use crying

over spilt milk, I tried to tell myself, but the tears

flowed anyway. Wiping the wetness from my eyes so I could

see, I delved further. My two fingers slid in deeper than

would have been possible in the past, lubricated with the

slimy wetness I could feel all around in my vagina.

Fighting the urge to gag, I wondered how much of his

stuff was in me. Within my vagina, I spread my two

fingers slightly, waiting. Time slowed to a crawl, but

eventually, some thick milky-colored fluid oozed out. I

stared at it. Parts of it were gathered in clots of white

spunk, other areas were almost clear. Thin streaks of

pink could be seen, which I knew to be my blood. I sat

there on the toilet, for almost an hour, watching as my

father's sperm dripped slowly out of me.

For the next few days, I stayed in my room whenever I

could, coming out only make sandwiches for Timmy, or cook

dinner for all of us. Like all the times before, Dad

pretended the whole thing had never happened, bantering

as usual with Timmy and me. But I knew my Dad; he was

just a ticking time bomb, and I dreaded each day that

passed, wondering if this would be the day that he would

blow off.

I was fairly certain that he'd drugged me that night--

there was no other possible explanation for my sudden

loss of consciousness--and just to be safe, I'd dump out

all the open containers of juices and milk in the

refrigerator, in case he'd slipped something in it. He

probably wouldn't have done that, since that would

endanger Timmy, but I didn't want to leave anything to

chance.

A month past and Dad actually sobered up a bit. Twice

this month, he'd actually gone out for second interviews

with potential employers. He told all this to me and

Timmy during dinner, and I actually started to feel that

maybe Dad was turning around. During this time, to my

immense relief, my period arrived on schedule. It was the

middle of summer, and things were starting to look up.

I'd gotten a part-time job at the library, and was saving

up some money.

It was the first day of August, about a couple of weeks

away from Timmy's sixth birthday. I'd been making some

clothes for him, since he would be starting school this

fall. I had designed the clothes by copying the designs I

saw from the Bloomingdale's catalog. Already, I'd made

three long-sleeve shirts, a pair of shorts, and two

trousers, and was working on the last pair of trousers

with the remaining cloth I had left. Outside, I could

hear the laughter of Timmy, as he and our neighbor's two

kids roamed about in the backyard.

There was a knocking on the door, and then it opened as

my Dad walked in. I tensed immediately. One look at his

sweaty face and his lethargic steps was enough to tell me

he'd been hitting the bottle again. Something must have

happened to get him like this. I glanced furtively at the

open door, wondering if I could make it past him if I

needed to.

He surveyed the room, his eyes finally resting on me,

stooped over the sewing machine in my room. "What's that

for!" he gestured at the Timmy's new clothes, which I'd

strewn across the bed. "Seems a little too small for you,

but hey, I won't be complainin' when I see you struttin'

around in em'," he chuckled. I explained to him that they

were for Timmy, and I was planning to give it to him next

week for his birthday.

He just grunted, and to my growing bewilderment, started

moving about my room, examining my things. He gazed at

the poster James Dean poster I had on the wall, sneering

and muttering incoherent remarks. My eyes followed him

around the room. What was he doing in here? Why was he

drunk again? He'd been sober for an entire month.

Something must have happened. Maybe his job interview

fell through, I thought.

He stopped in front of my wall calendar, that I'd pin to

the wall, next to my dresser mirror. Through the

reflection, I could see his eyes as they swept across the

calendar page. Grunting, his finger tapped at some of the

words scribbled on the calendar.

"Timmy's sixth birthday." he read, his words slurred. His

finger traced the red circle I'd drawn around it. "What's

this 'X' for," he said, tapping his thick finger on a red

'X' that appeared in the box a couple of days before

Timmy's birthday. I felt my face flushing red. "That's

when I get my period," I said in a bare whisper.

"Speak up, I can't hear you." he grunted, turning around

to face me.

"That's when I get my period," I said louder, a tinge of

anger escaping. Why couldn't he ever just stay sober?

My father just grunted, turning back around and stared at

the "X". Slowly his finger traced circles around and

around it. He turned around back to me, his face frozen

in a smirk. "So Janey, what do you use? Tampons or those

winged Tampa's on the outside?"

I remained silent, and he asked again, louder.

"The other things" I said, glancing at the open door. He

was much closer to the door than me. I wouldn't be able

to make it passed him, I thought sadly.

"You should give tampons a try. I hear they feel pretty

good when it's up your pussy. Almost like a little cock,"

he laughed, taking another swig from his bottle. "Of

course, you might not have any use for 'em soon," he

chuckled again, gazing meaningfully at me.

I looked up at him in confusion. What was he talking

about? I tried to reasoning with him. "Dad, you're drunk!

Why don't you go downstairs and take a nap? I'll brew

some coffee-".

My voice cracked, as he strode to the door, slamming it

shut with a solid thunk, leaving us both in the room. I

could see the beginnings of madness and rising lust in

his eyes, as he turned toward me.

"Oh god, this can't be happening... not again." I

whispered to myself. I was seated by the sewing machine,

and tried to get up, but he was suddenly there, right up

behind me. Immediately, I felt his big hands as they

cupped my full breasts through the thin material of my T-

shirt.

"I was just talking to Timmy today, and do you know what

he told me that he wants for his birthday?". His voice

was slurred, and the smell of alcohol on his breath made

me gag. I sat rooted in the chair, paralyzed in fright as

his hands mauled my breasts, mashing them tightly against

one another.

"What did he want," I finally whispered.

"He wants something only the two of us can give him." His

hands moved lower, down my breasts, to my smooth belly.

He began patting me there softly.

"He wants a baby sister."

I gasped loudly in alarm, springing up from the seat. I

stood up, but he kept his arms tight around me. "No!

Daddy, please stop it. We can't do this! You must have

heard wrong," I cried out tearfully.

He kicked the chair away from between us, and pulled me

back against him. I gasped, feeling the stiff lump of his

manhood as he pressed my buttocks against it.

"I ain't lying. That's exactly what the little tyke told

me," he said his voice heavy with lust. "And I know you,

Janey...you couldn't refuse Timmy anything could you."

Maintaining his tight embrace, he half carried me with

him toward the bed. He spun me around with ease, and with

a quick shove, tossed me backward onto the bed. I lay

there stunned, on my back, as he quickly ripped off his

T-shirt. I looked toward the door, consider making a run

for it.

He looked at me, and said "Don't even think of it. My

god, your body's tempted me enough this past month. Mark

my words. You're gonna get fucked good today. I haven't

been holding off a whole month's worth of cum just to

jack it off. So either we do it together, or I'll do it

my way. Now, get out of them clothes."

I laid there speechless. Everything had happened so fast.

This had to be a dream. But he stayed there, right in

front of me, waiting impatiently. I had no idea what 'his

way' was, but I knew it couldn't be good. Reluctantly, I

removed my T-shirt, pulling it over my head. He just

stood there waiting.

I sat up, and pulled my thin cotton pants off. All I had

on was my panties now. Reaching for the T-shirt, I held

it over my breasts, trembling as I tried to cover myself

from him. But he just leaned forward, yanked it from my

grasp, and tossed it aside. "Now the panties!" he

growled.

"Daddy!" I sobbed. "Can't we just-".

"The panties, or you'll regret it," his eyes flashed

menacingly.

Sobbing softly, I peeled the panties slowly off. I eased

them off my hips, down to my ankles, and then removed

them completely.

"Good!" he nodded approvingly, his eyes glued to my

crotch. "Now lay back down on the bed, and spread your

thighs."

I gulped in fear, but did as he asked. Flat on the

mattress, between my parted thighs, I awaited the

inevitable. I watched as he crouched slightly, removing

his shorts in one fluid motion. His massive cock sprang

out. My breath caught in my throat as I saw close up the

gigantic dimensions of my father's big solid penis. THICK

was the only word to describe it.

It looked at least as thick as my wrist! My stomach

knotted in fear, as I gazed at the monstrosity, knotted

with thick purplish blue veins all around. In the

brightness of the room, I could see clearly the pulsating

veins surging towards the large head that was dripping

with the moistness of his escaping pre-cum. I quickly

closed my legs, even as he crawled up onto the edge of

the bed before me.

Kneeling before my locked thighs, he growled out.

"Spread em, you little slut. Don't try to play coy with

me, I know how much you've been hungering for a piece of

daddy's meat ever since I gave you your birthday

present." His hands snaked out to firmly grasp my ankles.

I resisted, but he was too strong, and slowly he parted

my thighs.

I moaned in fear as he pulled me by my ankles, toward

him, until my thighs were to either side of his hips. My

buttocks were lifted off of the bed, and his large hands

were suddenly there, clenching into the softness of my

buttocks.

He kneed my thighs even further apart, and hunched

forward. His fingers wrapped firmly around his fat blood-

engorged trunk, as he guided the purple head of his thick

bloated cock-its slit dripping thickly with pre-cum-

slowly and deliberately toward the mouth of my pussy.

I choked in fear, cringing as I the searing hot contact

of my father's large bulbous head cockhead wetly against

my nether lips. I could feel it, hot against me. He

rubbed it up and down across my lips, smearing it wetly

with his leaking pre-cum. Finally, he looked up at me,

his eyes clouded with lust.

"Time to give Timmy his birthday present," he chuckled

wickedly.

He thrust forward, and his cock, hard and thick, moved

into me. I gasped out loud in shock, as I felt my tight,

pussy lips splitting open around his massive thickness.

Then the huge bulbous head of his cock was sliding

agonizingly into me, as my lips stretched to its limits

to contain his girth. There was a wet noise, and suddenly

my lips swallowed the entire corona of his head. I

inhaled sharply, my eyes wide, as I felt the thickness of

my father's cockhead in me.

"Mmmmmh! Feel that Janey? Your little tight pussy's

nibbling on Daddy's cock," he chuckled. "I bet little

your pussy's hungry, isn't she. Janey, baby, is your

little pussy hungry for more of Daddy's meat? Well,

supper's ready!"

"No..." I moaned, as his hands clenched the cheeks of my

buttocks cruelly. He set his teeth, and shoved forward

with a mighty lunge, thrusting with the strength of all

his manhood and virility. I felt every ridge, every bump

of his thickness, as he drilled into me in great waves of

warm moist flesh until suddenly his swollen penis head

pelvis smacked tight into the end of my tunnel.

I grunted in pain. The sheer enormity of his flesh was

more than I could bear. It felt as if a telephone pole

had been shoved into me--he was so thick. Gasping out, I

tried to twisting away from him. My whole groin was on

fire, but my movements were futile. With his incredible

length and thickness, my father pressed forward, impaled

me under him with his flesh.

"God, you've got one tight pussy!" my father gasped. He

pulled the cheeks of my ass hard back against him and

held his prick inside me. Flexing out to its fullest

extent, he wriggled his hips, grinding his swollen cock

head right up against my cervix.

"Ohhhhhh.. God," I gasped out at the sensation. I could

feel him, way up, deep against the entrance to my room.

"That's right, baby, feel Daddy's big cock, honey. Feel

it deep, deep in your tender young belly. How's it feel

to get fucked by a real man, baby? You just lay back now

and enjoy every inch of Daddy's thick meat."

With that, his hands gripped me tightly by my hips,

pulling me toward him. His thick hard blood-filled cock

sunk to its fullest depth inside my quivering belly. He

then drew his long, sword of a cock back. Pain flared

anew as the sides of his huge cock slid across my raw and

narrow passageway. I was dimly aware of the lewd, wet

squelching noises as his huge monstrous cockhead mashed

again and again into the very end of her pussy, his hips

were twisting in a cork-screw motion as he strove to

drill his truncheon deeper into my loins.

"Ohhh! Ohh! Ohhh," I heard myself moaning. My belly felt

stuffed full with his maleness.

Minutes ticked by. I closed my eyes, shuddering my

father's movements became steady, his hot thick flesh

sliding smoothly against my wet, stretched pubic lips as

he pumped his organ back and forth inside her body.

Opening my eyes, I looked at the dresser mirror.

The sight I saw in the reflection repulsed me. I could

see his broad back, as he bent over me, his hips rising

and falling as he rutted into me. I wasn't able to see my

face; all I saw were my slim pale thighs, upright and to

each side of waist. "I was really being fucked," I

thought, watching the reflection sadly as he pistoned his

thickness in and out of me.

After more minutes past, his breaths grew shorter and

shorter, along with his strokes. I could feel him growing

and growing deep... deep inside me. Oh god, this was it,

I thought suddenly, horrified. He's going to cum in me!

The knowledge filled me with despair and horror, and I

felt my tears flow anew, cascaded in torrents down my

cheeks. The image of me, under him, as he sprayed my

delicate womb with his hot white sticky lust made me sick

with nausea. Oh God, I don't want my father's baby! This

thought ran crazily through my mind, and foolishly, I

clench my ass muscles in a senseless gesture of defense.

That did it! As my muscles clasped tightly around my

father's hard-driving, lust swollen cock, he threw back

his head with a guttural bellow, shoving his virility

forward and into me in one last furious thrust, plunging

his cockhead right smack deep into the crack of my

cervix.

He held me tightly against him, as fat wads of his hot

sticky spunk jetted out, drenching inundating my insides

full with his thick clinging seed. On and on, his huge

cock jerked and twitched to its completion, white hot

spurts of sperm foaming out the stretched lips around the

base of his cock, drenching the matted hair of our fused

crotches.

"Noo! Oh, God, no, no, nooooooo!" I was sobbing

hysterically.

Finally, my father collapsed in exhaustion over me. I

laid there, sobbing softly, his weight on me. I could

still feel him deeply inside me, his cock twitching in

the aftereffects of coition. His weight was heavy. I

could feel the scalding hotness of his sperm, a fiery

pool deep in my belly.

I laid there under him for a few minutes. But his weight

was too much. I twisted under him, trying to squeeze out

from under his mass. Groaning, he finally flipped himself

off me, his face red and perspiring profusely from

exertion. A moist sucking noise resounded in the room as

his fat dripping cock slurped noisily out of me. My eyes

shot downward, watching as a string of creamy semen

trailed out, as my pussy lips closed behind him. Gasping

from his exertion, he flipped over onto his back besides

me, his chest rising rapidly up and down.

Lost in my own misery, I lay there, prone on my back, my

legs spread vulgarly in the position my father had taken

me, sobbing softly.

After a while, he propped himself up on his elbow. I felt

his gaze on me, eyeing me up and down with satisfaction.

His gaze lowered triumphantly to my raw red glistening

pussy, which gaped partially open. He'd done

that...stretch my tight near-virgin pussy open with his

wide cock. White frothy foam coated the lips and wet

matted hair of my well-fucked pussy.

"How'd it feel getting the 'ole in and out' from your

daddy?" he chuckled. "Guess you ain't so high and mighty

now, huh? Heh!" he laughed, his hand reaching forward,

slipping between my damp thighs, to cup my tender mound-

even as I sobbed aloud in renewed despair. I felt his fat

fingers rudely probing into the folds of my swollen

pussy. Ignoring my sobs, he spanned out his fingers,

rudely spreading apart my tender lips. Fascinated, he

watched as thick gulps of his creamy sperm oozed out. He

gloated lecherously over the copious amount of spunk he

had pumped into his little girl.

"Damn! Daddy really creamed BIG TIME inside of you,

didn't he," he chuckled, amidst my piteous sobs. "Your

pretty little pussy must be just FULL of Daddy's baby

making sperm. Christ, but I'd be damn if little Timmy

doesn't get his birthday present after all!" he gloated.

He got up off the bed. His now-flaccid penis shone wetly

from our juices and his balls hung low, depleted.

Grabbing his shorts and underwear, he slipped them on in

front of me, even as his eyes roamed in satisfaction over

my aching body.

"C'mon, time to get a move on! It's almost six. I told

Timmy we'd be going out to dinner tonight. He picked up

his shirt from the ground, and pulled it on. Walking over

to my dresser, he began opening the drawers and rummaging

around. He turned around, smiling. In his hands, he held

a panty liner. Walking back toward the bed, he picked up

my panties from the ground, and held them both out to me.

I looked at the liner and panties he held before me, then

at his grinning face. Slowly, I took my panties from his

outstretched hand, hoping he would leave now, but he just

stood there...waiting...and smiling. Resigned, I sat up,

wincing in pain as I felt a dull ache in my belly, from

his deep thrusts. Under his lecherous gaze, I donned my

panties.

He waited, expectantly, his hand outstretched, holding

the liner. Glaring back defiantly at him, I finally

grabbed the panty liner, slipping it under the crotch of

my panties. As I slipped it on, I could feel the sticky

wetness of his warm spunk on my fingers, and I had to

fight the urge to vomit at the thought of all his sperm

deep inside my womb.

He stayed there in the room, watching me get dressed. We

walked down the stairs together. Calling for Timmy, who

was still playing outside, we all piled into the car.

Throughout dinner, I nibbled at my food, my appetite

gone. All I could feel was the burning feeling between my

legs, and the escaping wetness.

I clenched my thighs tightly together, feeling more

wetness seeping down my thigh. My panties were drenched,

the liner doing little more than act as a dam against the

torrent of sperm sloshing around inside me. My dad kept

eyeing me smugly. He was well aware of how uncomfortable

I was; his whole load of sperm dripping slowly out of me,

and from his expression, he was reveling in it.

When we got back home, I ran upstairs to take a shower. I

quickly removed my shorts. My panties were totally

drenched, looking almost sheer. I peeled them off, along

with the lining. I looked down; my crotch was a mess. My

raw lips were red and puffy, glistening with his jism.

I sat down on the toilet, parting the lips of my vagina,

and watched as a river of his sperm oozed out. I

considered douching, but knew from health class that that

would only increase the chances of pregnancy. So I sat

there, like before, coaxing as much as I sperm out as I

could.

Later on that night, as I was tucking in Timmy for the

night, I mentioned to him that it was going to be his

birthday in two weeks, and whether there was anything

that he would like, and maybe he could pray to God for

it.

"Oh yes! I've been praying every night!" he said

excitedly. "I even told Dad about it, just so he could

mention it to God in case God didn't hear me, because I'm

so little."

"What did you pray for," I whispered, my voice suddenly

hoarse.

"A baby sister!" he beamed. Johnny's got a new sister,

and she's the best thing! I was over there today, and

they even let me carry her a bit, and I didn't even drop

her at all!"

I smiled at his enthusiasm, even as tears filled my eyes.

"Oh god, what ideas you must have given dad," I thought.

But I could no more blame Timmy for it than I could blame

my mom for dying and leaving us with Dad.

"God works in mysterious ways, dear. Sometimes he might

not seem to be paying attention to you, but know that

he's always looking out for you." I paused. "Timmy, even

if God doesn't give you a little sister for your

birthday, who's to say you won't get one later on, in the

future?"

"I know!" he beamed up at me. "That's what Daddy says

too. He says that I might almost be seven before I get

mine, but I'm willing to wait!"

That wasn't what I'd meant, but the idea that my father

had been talking to him so matter-of-factly about him

getting a baby sister brought a chill to my spine. "God,

he really intends to get me pregnant."

I kissed Timmy goodnight, walking out troubled. I didn't

know what I would do if I got pregnant. I didn't have

enough money for an abortion, and I knew dad wouldn't

allow me to get one.

He met me outside my bedroom door, as I prepared to go to

bed.

"So, did Timmy tell you about his birthday wish?" he said

mockingly. He chuckled aloud, as he saw as my face

redden, positive proof that I'd indeed spoken to Timmy

about that very topic.

He continued to stand there, blocking the doorway to my

room. I tried squeezing past him, but his hands came up,

gripping my arms tightly, and pulling me toward him in a

tight embrace.

"From tonight on 'til Timmy's birthday, you'll be sharing

my bed," he whispered gruffly in my ear. I gazed up at

him in shock. He couldn't be serious? But from his frozen

expression, I could see he was dead serious. He led me

firmly down the hall, past Timmy's bedroom, into his

bedroom.

Locking the bedroom door behind him, he turned around,

facing me. "You know the drill. Clothes off...on the

bed...and spread em for daddy.

Afterwards, when he'd emptied himself into me, he made me

sleep with him in the 'spoon' position, his shrunken but

lengthy penis still deep inside me, as he drifted off to

sleep, his arms clutching me possessively. He woke up two

more times during the night, hard and thick within me,

thrusting hotly into me until he'd emptied his seed once

again.

For the next two weeks, he basically kept me there in his

bed, fucking me whenever it fancied him. He ordered in

takeout for lunch as well as dinner, and left Timmy to

play outside with the neighbor's kids. He took delight in

fucking me in various positions-from behind with me on

all fours, or missionary, or me on my back, legs resting

on his shoulders while he sank into me deeply. My pussy

became a constant sticky mess, always slick and dripping

with his spunk. The bed sheets became indelibly stained

with cum stains, and the room reeked of raw sex.

After the fifth day, I knew with a hopeless certainty

that I was going to be pregnant for sure, if not already.

He'd been fucking me right through the middle of my

cycle, when I was the most fertile. It excited him so

much, to be grinding his fat cock deep against my cervix,

as he caressed my smooth taut belly. "Just think, Janey,"

in a few months, your slim sexy belly is gonna get all

big and round. Knocked up by your own daddy! Go! d!" he'd

groan, as he emptied yet another river of sperm into me.

He took particular delight in producing unwanted orgasms

from me, pointing them out, knowing how embarrassing and

humiliating it was for me. The first time I orgasmed was

when he'd had me sitting astride him, forcing me to slide

up and down on his thick cock. He'd already come three

times that day, and was taking forever to come again. I

couldn't help it; I'd been riding up and down on his

thickness for over half an hour, and to my horror and

utmost shame, I started to feel pleasure in my loins.

Minutes passed, and the pleasure reached a pinnacle, and

I remember gasping and shaking, feeling my pussy muscles

convulsed around his thick spurting cock. He knew

immediately what had happened, and started roaring out

loud about how he could feel me cumming all over his

cock. I broke down in tears, my shame was complete.

Timothy's birthday came and went. Dad finally let me

sleep back in my room, but it was already too late. My

period never showed up. I was hysterical, while he

strutted about the house, proud as a peacock. He and

Timothy talked excitedly about his baby sister, while I

locked myself up in the room, crying uncontrollably.

The month of September came and went, along with my plans

to finish my senior year in high school. I stayed home,

not able to bear the thought of the great shame that I

would feel when the other kids begin to notice when my

belly started swelling. Timmy did start kindergarten

though, and everyday, I walked him to school and picked

him up afterwards.

Since I was at home all the time now, with Timmy gone

most of the day, Dad's sexual interest in me flared anew.

I didn't even resist anymore. What was the point? He

couldn't sully me any more than I was already. As the

weeks passed, I eventually lost my inhibitions.

After some time, I actually started fucking him back.

Trapped in the house all day and night, there was really

nothing else to do, so we basically wound up fucking a

lot. It got so, that just the sight of his thick member

was enough to get me wet. The weeks turned to months, and

my belly began to swell with the life my Dad had created

in me.

On a Saturday morning, in April, I gave birth to healthy

seven-pound girl. I named her Hope. Lying there, in the

hospital bed, cuddling the delicate bundle of warmth as

she nursed on my breasts, sanity and reason--properties

which had abandoned me these past months-returned

suddenly to me.

I saw for the first time, with clarity and rising

disgust, how I'd become nothing more than a mindless sex

slave for my father. I had to end this cycle, or else it

would just wind up repeating itself over and over. If I

continued down this road, I knew for sure I'd only wind

up getting pregnant again. All my dreams of escaping with

Timmy, and now Hope, would remain just that...dreams.

I was a picture of perfect coolness and composure when my

dad stepped into the room to look at his newest daughter.

When he reached out for her, I looked him straight in the

eyes, my eyes cold as ice.

"Dad, it's over. I'm going away with Timmy and Hope, and

you're not going to follow us. If you do, I'll tell

everyone about us. I'll tell them how you raped me, and

locked me up until you made sure I was pregnant. I'll

tell them about Hope."

He began to utter something back, but stopped mid-

sentence, as he saw the look in my face. His face paled,

as he realized from my dead-calm expression that I was

entirely serious. I continued. "If you don't want to get

locked up for what you did to me, you'll leave it drop

and consider yourself lucky. I'll be back to the house in

a few days to pack up our stuff, then we'll be gone."

The room was silent. I spoke again, this time a whisper.

"Please leave. I'm tired." I said closing my eyes, and

dismissing him once and for all from my life.

The End