Daughter's prison - part 2

The months went by. Summer approached, and I neared the

completion of my junior year of high school. I continued

to do fairly well in school, usually getting all A's with

an occasional B in phys ed. or music. I didn't have any

close friends. To be honest, I didn't want any. I

couldn't invite them over for fear of them seeing my Dad,

and I didn't have any time to hang around after school,

because I had to watch Timmy.

Dad's perverse little games continued. Things got worse

when he began subscribing to all these smut magazines. I

remember the first time I came across one of his porno

mags, wrapped up in some brown paper. I'd been curious

about it, but seeing that it was addressed to my father,

and that it wasn't a household bill that I had taken the

responsibility for writing checks for, I left it alone.

Later the next day, coming home from school, I found the

opened magazine, sprawled across his belly as he lay

snoring on the living room couch. Curious, I tiptoed to

the edge of the couch, leaning forward to take a closer

look.

"Family Taboos" the title read. Across the front cover, I

could see a picture of a young brunette girl, who looked

to be in her mid-teens, on all fours on a bed. Towering

behind her, an older man had his arms clasped around her

waist. He looked to be rutting into her. "Exclusive

photos of father-daughter incest!" the banner read across

the cover, artfully shielding the nipples of the girl.

I must have been staring at the cover for a long time,

because the next thing I know, when I finally took my

eyes off the page, I glanced up to find him staring right

back at me. I could feel myself burning red, embarrassed

at having been caught looking at his filth.

He gazed at me with an amused look for a brief moment.

"So, did you like looking at Daddy's magazine? Does it

get you all hot and bothered?" he chuckled?

Furious at myself at having gotten caught, and hating him

with a vengeance, I turned around to leave, but his hands

quickly shot out, gripping my wrist tightly. Sitting

upright on the couch, he yanked me by the wrist, pulling

me onto his lap.

"It's okay, Daddy's not angry at your for reading his

stuff. In fact, I wanted to show you something I'm sure

you'll find very nice." his voice had turned thick. With

one arm around my waist, holding me onto his lap, he

flipped the magazine over to the centerfold page with his

free hand.

"Take a look at this here, Janey," he said, placing the

open magazine on my lap. Anything to get this over with,

I sighed in exasperation and look down on the picture. It

showed the girl from the cover. She was on her back,

lying on a bed, with her 'father' above her. Her knees

were pressed back towards her head, and her legs were

resting on her father's shoulders. My eyes centered

downward, and I gasped involuntarily, seeing where her

father's immense penis was splitting her vagina.

I swallowed. My thoughts were a blur of confusion. This

was the first time I had ever seen the sex act taking

place. The centerfold shot was raw and unsubtle. Despite

my revulsion over what was happening, I couldn't help but

feel a tingle in my loins, at seeing such a graphic

display of the sex act. Collecting myself, I spoke "Dad,

I really have to go up and do my homework now." I

squirmed in his lap, feeling his arousal poking up at me.

Chucking, he tossed the magazine onto the coffee table,

relaxing his grip on me. I quickly move up to leave, but

his arms quickly recircled around my waist, pulling me

back down on him.

"Mmm Janey...did you notice... how much you look like

that girl Susie in the picture. Did you see her face--how

much she loved it--when she had her daddy's big cock deep

up inside her tight wet pussy. She was such a good girl

to spread her legs wide open for her Daddy."

My heart was pounding frantically. Daddy had been groping

me a lot recently, but he'd never been so open and direct

about wanting to fuck me.

"Dad! I gotta go!" I whined, twisting on his lap. His

cock felt huge pressing against my buttocks.

"In just a minute.." he panted, as his hips began rocking

back and forth against my imprisoned buttocks.

"You know Janey, you're such a good girl to help Daddy

out like this.." he panted. "Here you are, helping your

daddy satisfy his needs, while yours go on unsatisfied."

He punctuated this statement by grabbing at my crotch

through my jeans.

"You know, if you're ever feeling lonely or need

something to help you sleep better, all's you need to do

is come over to Daddy's room, and I'll be more than happy

to give you what Susie's daddy gave her." Groaning, he

ejaculated in his pants. His lust sated, he released his

grip on me. Springing up, I ran up the stairs, sobbing.

Damn him! Damn him! Damn him. I wish he would just roll

over and die!!

* * *

My father's descent into perversion continued, and his

sexual overtures to me became more and more obvious. He

took to fondling me right in the presence of Timmy.

At least once a week, he'd corner me in the living room,

and pull me on his lap and start dry humping me. As his

liberties with my body increased, I knew it was only a

matter of time before he would need something more than

dry humping to sate his lusts. I also knew that I was

basically helpless-at least for now.

There was nothing I could do until I turned 18 and

graduated from high school. All I needed was a year's

time, and then me and Timmy would be free. Free from my

father's molestation. Free of this bleak life. Free to

start a new one. Just me and Timmy.

* * *

That time never came. I blink back tears now, as I think

about how absurd I was for thinking it was ever possible

that I could escape the clutches of my abusive father.

Such a fool I was. I think back to that fateful summer.

The summer where my dreams were shattered, my whole world

crumpled...

* * *

Summer had arrived, and I had just finished up my junior

year of high school. Having no friends, I basically spent

every day secluded in my room reading my library books,

or taking Timmy to the local playground.

On July 10th, the eve of my seventeenth birthday, feeling

all sweaty and dirty from another session with my dad on

his couch, I took a bus to the cemetery to visit my

mother's grave. On my knees, kneeling before the slab of

marble, I prayed fervently for strength. And courage.

Strength to thwart my father's advances and courage to

maintain my resolve to escape my prison. I stayed there

for over two hours, talking to my mother.

That night, during dinner, my Dad announced that since it

was my birthday tomorrow, we would all be going to the

beach. Timmy got very excited, and kept breaking out in

smiles. He started gushing about how he was gonna build

gigantic sandcastles, and make entire rivers surrounding

it. I smiled to see him so happy. I don't think he'd ever

gone to a beach since Mom died, but I guess he knew what

to expect from watching television.

Daddy looked at me, and then said. "Janey, you can wear

your Mama's swimming suit. You've probably outgrown

whatever swimsuit you have in your closet. I also brought

down one of her cocktail dresses from the attic, because

we're all going out to eat a nice restaurant afterwards.

I'll get them for you after dinner."

I held my breath in excitement. Going to the beach would

be such a nice break from the dull dreariness of home.

And eating out?? Unheard of! My mind was full of

excitement of tomorrow's events, as I hummed whiled

washing up the dishes. Shortly, dad came up to me,

tossing me a bag. "You can wear these tomorrow."

In my room, I took the bathing suit and dress out of the

bag and examined them. It was a white bikini that I

remember was my mom's favorite. Turning toward the

cocktail dress, I saw that it was the cream colored one

that my mom used to wear on special occasions.

Excited, I quickly shucked my clothes, and put on the

bikini. It was a sort of tight fit, since my mom was very

petite. Standing before the mirror, I stared. A sexy

woman stared right back at me. God! I look stunning! I

thought to myself, surprised and pleased all at the same

time. My breasts and hips filled out the bikini very

nicely.

It wasn't a racy string bikini, but it definitely was not

the conservative type either. A lot of my flesh was

definitely visible. Trying on the cocktail dress, I saw

that it too fitted my slim figure perfectly. The fine

dress transformed me into a mature woman in her twenties,

rather than a soon-to-be seventeen-year-old.

* * *

We got to the beach the next morning by late morning.

While Timmy and I immediately sprinted for the waves, Dad

began setting up the beach umbrella, and laying out the

blankets. It was kind of weird, seeing him actually doing

something besides lounging around with a beer bottle.

Maybe he was finally coming back around. Not likely, I

thought, remembering the way his eyes had roved over my

body when I stepped outside my room this morning in the

bathing suit.

By noon, the sun was scorching. Rubbing some suntan oil

all over Timmy, I did some on my front, and turned to

Timmy. "Timmy, help me put some on my back."

"Timothy, let Daddy do that. Go on ahead, go start on

that sand castle of yours." Dad spoke up suddenly. Before

I could utter a word in protest, Timmy was off and away,

with a pail of sand and shovel.

"Never mind, Dad, I can do it myself" I said quickly.

"Nonsense. Lay down. I'll do it." He ordered, grabbing

the bottle of lotion from my hands, and placing his hands

on the small of my back, directed me to lie down.

Resigned, I settled back down on my stomach. I felt him

straddle himself over me, his hairy legs to each side of

my legs. Then he was pouring the oil into his cupped

hand, and then his large hands were on my back, rubbing

firmly. In circles, I felt him rubbing, first starting at

the center of my back, then moving toward the shoulders,

then to the small of my back.

I started, as his fingers suddenly slipped under the

string of my bikini top. Even as I uttered aloud in

surprise, his hands, still under the bikini, had slid to

my sides, caressing the sides of the swells of my

breasts.

"Daddy! Stop it!" I felt his hands slip out from under my

bikini top, but I had had enough. "I can manage the rest

myself!" I hissed angrily, looking around. Some families

were around them, but they were a good distance off, and

no one appeared to have noticed, thank god.

"Now now, Daddy was just teasing. No need to get all

riled up. Daddy just wanted to see much you've grown. Now

let me do your legs, and then I'll be done. Before I

could say another word, he squeezed some more oil on his

hands, and then began on my legs. Starting on the calves,

he slowly worked his hands up my thighs, while I held my

breath, counting the seconds until this torture was over.

I tensed slightly, as I felt his hands moving higher up

my thighs. I clenched my thighs tightly, as I felt him

began rubbing my inner thigh area.

Ignoring me, he pressed insistently, and, fueled by the

need to just get it over with, I relaxed somewhat and

allowed him to part my thighs a bit so that he could get

access there. I grimaced as his hands rubbed higher and

higher up my thigh. This continued for a few seconds, and

then, with a quickness that caught me by totally off

guard, his fingers pinched the crotch area of my bikini

bottom and shifted it to the side. I yelped in surprise,

as I felt the cool open air against my exposed genitals.

Just as quickly, his hand was suddenly there, cupping my

pussy.

"Dad!" I gasped, quickly closing my thighs. This did

little more than to trap his hand between my thighs. I

gazed quickly around? Had anyone seen what was happening?

God, I'd die of embarrassment. No one was close enough to

pay any attention. I scrambled to get up, but he was

expecting that. I felt his heavy weight on me, as he

settled on top of me. The full weight of his broad chest

pressed down into my back, lowering me back down onto the

blanket.

As I lay trapped under him, I had to twist my head to the

side just to breathe. I felt his fingers, wiggling around

like a spider, probing into the folds of my vagina. His

fingers felt oily from the suntan lotion. Tears welled

up, and I began sobbing, as I felt his fat greasy fingers

slip into my pussy lips. It wiggled around the entrance,

probing and testing. I choked, holding my breath, eyes

wide, as my father discovered my hymen.

"Goddamn! Who'd have thought. A body like this and still

a virgin!" he marveled. "With a body like this, you won't

be one long," he muttered. The weight of his hips on me

lifted, and alarms sounded in my head, as I became aware

of him tugging his bathing suit down to his knees.

"God, he's going to rape me!". With his weight off my

lower body, I tried twisting to the side to get out from

under him, but he once again settled down, his naked

groin pressed right up against the fullness of my

buttocks. I kicked my legs futilely, but he was too

heavy. I could feel the heat of his manhood. It felt so

hot and thick, trapped between my thighs. I could feel

the whole topside length of his hot bar, rubbing across

the oiled lips of my sex.

I looked around wildly, but with the loud crash of the

waves, we weren't within shouting distance of anyone. I

shuddered, in disgust and fear, as I felt my father begin

thrusting up and down, against my buttocks.

"Be calm Janey," I told myself. This is just like all the

other times. He'll get his rocks off and then it'll be

over. But this wasn't like the other times. Before, we'd

always been clothed. Now, I could feel his heated penis

brushing wetly across the lips of my exposed vagina. I

closed my eyes, trying to think of something else. His

bucking grew more frantic, as he panted heavily above me.

I knew he was close, and it would be over soon. His hips

lifted suddenly, higher than before, and as his hips came

downwards, the large knob of his penis suddenly entered

my vagina, splitting the lips, and entering about an inch

or so. We both froze.

"Oh god, no!" I whispered. Not my virginity! I'll be no

good to anyone if he takes that. His body stayed frozen

above me, and I could hear him moaning. "God, your

pussy's so tight. Oh, god, this is so wrong, but Daddy

needs you so badly." He inched forward slowly, and I felt

the entire corona of his penis head pass through my

stretched pussy lips. Oh God, it felt like he was tearing

me apart--he was so thick. Gasping, I felt a sharp twinge

as his cockhead shifted forward, straining against my

hymen.

"Oh god... Oh god...can't hold it..." he moaned. I

started, as I felt his cock head swell, and then begin

throbbing inside me. A gush of warm wetness flooded my

vagina, as he ejaculated. Shot after shot of his heavy

sperm erupted from his geysering cock, splashing into the

entrance of my vagina, and overflowing out past my

stretched lips, which ringed his throbbing cockhead, to

drip downward, matting my sparse pubic hair.

He remained lodged in me for a few minutes, as I shifted

restlessly under him. After a minute, his weight eased

off me, and then the head of his cock was slipping out of

me with a wet noise. I felt his fingers once again tug

the crotch of my bikini bottom, centering it back over my

crotch.

With a final pat of his cupped hand over my crotch area,

he gave a chuckle. Sighing loudly, he flipped over onto

his back, tugging his shorts back on. Within minutes, he

was snoring loudly.

I laid there motionless. A part of me was so weak with

relief. I was still a virgin. He had not taken me. There

was still hope. My rejoicing was short-lived, as I

considered. How long would I be able to continue fighting

him off? If anything, I knew my Dad. Now that he'd gone

this far, he definitely wouldn't go back to the fully

clothed dry humping sessions. Sooner or later, he would

catch me at a disadvantage, and rape me.

The lips of my crotch throbbed, a dull aching reminder of

the recent encounter. I could feel the sticky wetness of

his hot spunk against my crotch. My whole pussy was

soaked in a swamp of his sperm. A chill of fear swept

through me, as the possibility of pregnancy came up.

Even though he hadn't torn my virginity, he'd ejaculated

right into my vagina, and I knew enough to know that

there was a real danger. Glancing over to make sure he

was asleep, I got up, a bit shakily. I needed to wash

off. Heading toward the waves, I walked tenderly. With

each step, I imagined I could hear and feel his slimy

gruel as it sloshed around in my pussy, sealed and

contained by my clinging bikini bottom.

Near the water, the beach was packed full of people. I

noticed Timothy shouting at me. He was with a whole

bunching of little kids, all of them running around with

little pails and shovels, working feverishly on one big

lopsided castle. I waved back, mostly to acknowledge him,

and waded into the water.

Once neck deep in the waves, and making sure no one was

watching me, I adjusted my bikini bottom, pushing the

material to the side of my crotch, and massaging my

crotch, trying to wash out any traces of my dad's cum.

When I felt that I had done the best possible, I rejoined

Timothy. Seeing him play with kids his own age, so

carefree and in such happiness, brought tears to my eyes.

"Soon Timmy..." I promised him silently. You'll be able

to build your won castle whenever you want.

The afternoon and evening past by quickly. We quit the

beach in the early evening and made the two-hour trip

back home. During the long ride, Dad didn't mention

anything about what had happened earlier today. But I was

accustomed to his habits. Once he was sated, he would act

like everything was normal. It was only when he got horny

that I needed to be on alert. The problem was, I could

never predict when he struck.

We reached home, and everyone then got dressed up to go

the Providenci Manor. After putting on my gown, I helped

Timothy into his little suit, one I had saved up enough

money last summer to buy for him. It fit perfectly, since

I had bought it slightly larger, and altered it as he had

grown.

Providenci Manor was an extremely expensive and very fin

Italian restaurant, and throughout the course of dinner,

with musicians strolling around the room playing their

violins, and the breathtaking presentation of each of

their orders, I found myself wondering for the umpteenth

time how my father had gotten the money to pay for it.

Throughout dinner, I was aware of his eyes on me...on my

body. Wisely, in a roomful of people, he didn't do

anything more than look.

By the time we arrived home, it was near midnight, and

Timmy was snoring in the car. I felt bushed too. Gently

shaking him awake, I led Timmy upstairs to his bedroom.

Afterwards, I headed toward my room to change and go to

sleep. I was dead-tired. Instead, I heard Dad call for me

to come downstairs. Remembering his lustful looks at the

restaurant, and what he'd done at the beach, I descended

the stairs with leery suspicion. Better to get it over

with. Dad wasn't the kind to take no for an answer.

Dad greeted me in the kitchen with two champagne bottles-

-one in each hand. He'd changed out of his evening suit,

and was dressed once again in his 'normal attire'-a boxer

short and an undershirt that appeared to be falling apart

at the seams.

"I've been saving this bottle of Dom Perignon for just a

special occasion like this one. It's not everyday that a

daughter gets to celebrate her seventeenth birthday. In

just a year, you'll be legal." He made no sense. But I

guess he wasn't paying attention to his own words either.

His eyes never stopped roving my body, even as he held a

glass toward me.

"Daddy...I'm really tired! I'll drink it another time. I

just want to sleep now." I said. I turned to head back

upstairs.

"Nonsense! The bottle's already opened. I paid a hundred

fuckin' bucks for this bottle. Least you can do is show

your appreciation and drink a glass!" his voice was

slurred. Flinching at his tone, I turned back around.

Putting up the best smile I could muster, I held up my

hands to accept the glass. I noticed then that he'd

already finished half the bottle already. "No wonder he's

acting like such a dick," I thought.

Holding my breath, I held the wineglass up to my mouth,

and in one gulp, downed the entire glass. "There!" I

plunked the glass onto the table, turning to leave. My

exhaustion must have made me brave, or foolish, for I

would never have dared otherwise to talk back to my

father like that.

He must have not heard me, for he made no move to stop me

as I headed up the stairs. I almost thought I heard him

chuckling, but I was too tired to pay attention. By the

time I reached my room, I could feel the buzz in my head

from the alcohol. I'd never drunk alcohol before, but I'd

seen my dad enough to know nothing good could come of it.

"I hope I don't get a hangover," I thought, as I

sluggishly got out of my evening gown. I went into the

bathroom, to brush my teeth. It was getting harder and

harder to keep my eyes open. That alcohol, combined with

me sheer exhaustion, was really taking its toll. Eyes

half-lidded in near sleep, I trudged out of the bathroom,

heading toward my bed. Sleep would be a real treat

tonight, I thought.

But something was wrong. I gazed in stupor at my bed.

There, on my bed, against the bed frame, was my dad,

totally naked, stroking himself. I looked dumbly at the

scene before me. This couldn't be happening. He should be

downstairs drinking. But no, there he was, right in front

of me, staring at me silently. His hands pumped slowly up

and down on his monstrous cock. Even from the doorway of

the bathroom, I could make out the bulging veins and

angry purple color of its massive head.

"Janey, did you think Daddy forgot your birthday present?

I've got it right here in my hand. He gripped his heavy

cock by the base, waving it me. "I call it the 'gift of

womanhood'," he chuckled.

My heart was pounding in fear. I felt the edge of my door

against my back. All I needed to was turn around and run

downstairs. But my legs wouldn't move. I just stood

there, my body swaying. For some reason, the room was

spinning around and around. Even the chuckling from my

dad sounded like it was coming from far away. The vision

of my father's leering wide grin seem to spin around and

around before me. What was happening to me? In my

haziness, I was dimly aware of my father, slowly getting

up off the bed, moving toward me. Everything seemed to be

in slow motion.

"No...gotta get away..." That was my last thought, before

I slipped into unconsciousness.