�This Story is the first of a Trilogy. It will be followed by,� Amanda's Sudan Holliday� and finally �Amanda Finds True Love�. Each one is a full story unto itself; but they will be more entertaining if read in order.�

�Amanda's Letter from Daddy�

"By Angelgirl"

After pleading with my Daddy for almost fifteen years he has finally agreed to tell me what really happened that weekend just before my fifth birthday. All that I can remember of it is some of the aftermath; I have no memory of anything before I was five years old. I was told that I had fallen from my Daddies canoe while we were out fishing. I was broken up really bad from the rapids in the river. I remember being in the hospital for a long time. For different reasons I have always felt what I was told wasn't the truth; there was something wrong between my Daddy and me. From my earliest memories he treated me like I didn't exist. It wasn't until I was abducted and raped by Billy and his father that my Daddy changed. He became so loving, but that's another story.

He was told a few years ago that he had a tumour in his brain; and only had a few months to live. That was when he decided to tell me what happened that weekend, but there would be conditions. He said he would write me a letter explaining everything and made me agree that I would not read it until after his death. He also made me promise I would post his letter to this site. My Daddy knew of the stories I had written and posted here; he had read them all. He said that it was only fair for my friends to know the truth. I agree to his terms.

My Daddy died two months ago. I am writing this introduction in advance of reading his letter. I don't want to feel influenced by it. I may make a comment at the end. I hope it doesn't bore you to death. I'm sure it was just some little mistake he made that he felt guilty about all his life.

Anyway, here it is.

When Barbara told me she was pregnant I felt like the world had been pulled out from under me. I was twenty-six years old and she was seventeen; the last thing I wanted was to be saddled with a fucking cunt and her kid. I was just starting to make money on the stock market. I had invested in a new product called, software. It was going right off the charts. I was making more money than I had ever dreamt of. Barbara was a beautiful cunt and would do anything I asked. A guy couldn't want for a better piece of twat than her, but the last thing I wanted was for her to have a hold on me. I tried to talk the bitch into having an abortion but she wouldn't have any part of it. I decided the only way to resolve this problem was to have the cunt rubbed out but fate stepped in just before I finalized a contract on her. Mandi has always said fate somehow looks after her; this must have been the first time, and the little slut wasn't even born yet.

My financial adviser told me that I would never be accepted in the big money circles unless I was married; I had to show respectability. I knew I couldn't do much better than Barbara and if I married her quickly no one would know she was already pregnant. Barbara liked wealth as much as I did and jumped at the opportunity to marry me.

It was just like her not to give me a son; now I had two cunts to deal with. I didn't see much of Barbara or her brat over the next few years; I was too busy making money. Barbara was content with the arrangement; she had a beautiful home and more servants than the Queen of England. The only time we were together was when it was necessary for the business. I must admit that she was an important factor in my success. If she knew I was having trouble closing a deal with a client she would play up to him. I don't think any man could resist her charms. After he had fucked her brains out she would tell him how jealous I was; it would usually be enough to swing the deal. Barbara had several nannies to help her with Mandi; I saw the brat so seldom I wasn't to sure what her name was.

One afternoonI was tinkering in my shop behind the house when I heard a loud crash against the door. When I opened it I saw Mandi sprawled on the ground bawling her head off.

"What are you doing?" I asked in a harsh tone.

The little brat had fallen off her bicycle. I looked around for one of the servants but there was no one around. I yelled at her to shut up, but that only made things worse. She was lying on her back with her hands between her legs wearing a light pink summer dress. I could see she no longer wore diapers but had a very hot looking pair of pink panties on. As I looked between her legs memories of a girl I had in India a few months earlier flashed in my mind. The Punjab I had purchased her from told me she was six years old. I had been very careful to stay away from young pussy in the U.S.A. The last thing I needed was a rape charge; when I wanted young cunt there were lots of countries I could get one from without any problems.

"Why are you holding yourself? Do you need to go to the bathroom?" I asked as I tried to clear my head of the thoughts I was having.

She said she hurt herself as I bent down and picked her up into my arms. I was having feelings I had never experienced with her before. I could feel the warmth and softness of her young body as my cock began to twitch. I didn't like the idea of getting sexually aroused by my daughter. I carried her into the shop and laid her down on my bench and told her to let me look at her injury. I watched in amazement as she removed her panties and lay back onto the bench spreading her legs apart. I was shocked.

"Who has been fucking around with this little cunt." I was sure her actions were sexual.

As I drew closer she pointed between her legs and spread them even further apart. I saw a small cut on the soft folds of skin that formed the outer lips of her sweet young twat. She was just a little girl showing her Daddy her injury. My attention quickly moved from the small scratch to the beautiful virgin cunt lying before me. I could feel my cock pulsing as it filled with blood. I looked down at the trusting little creature waiting for me to treat her wound. I began to massage her little crack. The lips seemed to be swelling to my touch. Then fear of being caught filled my mind.

"I have every right to tend to her injuries," I reassured myself, �I'm her father�.

I slowly spread the small lips apart; there wasn't much wetness. I began to rub my fingers over the small scratch and she smiled up at me.

"Does that feel good?" I asked her.

"Yes Daddy," she answered.

I realized that this little twat thought of me only as her Daddy, I could do no wrong in her eyes.

"I'm going to have to put a little antiseptic on it," I told her. "It may hurt a little".

I was past the point of no return, I couldn't control myself. The soft young pussy staring up at me was begging for my attention. I had never seen anything more inviting in my life. There was a five pound bucket of grease under my bench. I stuck my fingers into it and began rubbing it between her legs. I couldn't believe how big her cunt seemed. It looked almost fully developed. I chuckled at the thought of a four-year-old with a woman's cunt. It had well formed lips and was bright red inside. The only thing lacking was the hair, but I had seen many shaved cunt before. My fingers were covered in grease as I started to spread her lips apart. I could see the opening to her vagina as I pushed the tip of my finger inside. It felt wonderfully tight. I thrust my finger into her hot little cunt till I could feel the opening to her uterus. The sounds of her sobbing made me realize that I hadn't paid any attention to how she was receiving what I was doing. I looked up to see tears pouring down her cheeks. There was a small trickle of blood coming out around my finger: I had ruptured her sweet hymen. The reality of what I was doing began to overwhelm me.

"I can't believe what I am doing," I thought in terror. "This is my four-year-old daughter lying on my bench. I am finger fucking my own daughter."

There was no way I was going to be able to explain why I had just shoved my finger into her little cunt. If Mandi told anyone what I had done I would be on my way to jail; I pulled my finger out of her bleeding hole. My mind was frantically trying to find a solution to my dilemma. I decided that the only thing I could do was kill her. I would need to make it look like an accident. I thought of drowning her in the pool, but I was sure I would be seen. I decided to tie her to her bike and run over her with my truck. I would untie her after and claim it was an accident. Thoughts were flashing through my mind so quickly I could hardly comprehend them. A thought came to me that if I was going to kill her I might as well finish what I had started. She was still lying on the bench with a few drops of blood between her legs.

"I might as well get some use out of that cunt before I run her over," I chuckled to myself.

Just as I was releasing my throbbing cock from my pants my mind began to visualize the future. I could see Barbara screaming in horror when she saw her daughter's mangled body under the wheels of my truck. I could see the police and the coroner taking the body away. I pushed my cock back into my pants. I looked down at Mandi as fear and panic were raging in me. I realized that I couldn't kill her. I had shoved my finger into her cunt. If I hadn't bust her hymen I certainly had made it bleed and her cunt was full of grease. The same grease I greased all my bearings with. I saw the coroner doing an autopsy on her body. When he found her ripped bloody cunt full of grease they would all look to me. I would be sitting in the electric chair. I couldn't kill her, at least not now. Not under these circumstances. I had to somehow convince her not to tell anyone what I had done to her. I never felt so venerable in my life. I hated it. I took some rags and cleaned as much of the grease and blood as I could from between her legs. I told Mandi to put her panties back on. In my panic a thought came to me. I looked over at Mandi's bike. The handlebars were bent. It looked much worse than it was.

"Your mother is going to take away your bicycle for sure after this," I said as I watched her begin to cry. "Maybe I can fix it for you."

"Please Daddy, Please fix it so Mummy doesn't find out," she began to beg.

"Do you know how to keep a secret?" I asked her. "If I fix your bike so that your mother doesn't find out we will be in a lot of trouble if she does find out later."

"Oh Daddy, Daddy, I won't tell anyone. I promise," she begged even more.

"You can't tell anyone that you hurt yourself either. You can't tell anyone that I fixed your Boo Boo for you," I said forcefully.

"I won't, I promise Daddy," she said happily.

"Okay Honey, I'll fix your bike, but this has to be our secret," I repeated.

It took me just a few moments to fix the bike. I watched as Mandi rode off towards the house. I spent the rest of the afternoon sweating bullets wondering if the police would arrive at any moment. I didn't even go into the house for supper. I couldn't handle the thought of sitting across from her at the dinner table. I could imagine her blurting out in front of everyone what I had done. It was late evening when I finally went into the house. I sat down in my den and poured myself a stiff Scotch.

"I see that you have finally decided to come in," I heard Barbara's voice saying. "I was just about to come out to find you. What were you and Mandi up to this afternoon?"

I could feel the beads of sweat forming on my forehead, my goose was cooked I was sure.

"What ever it was you have certainly made an impression on her. I'm really happy to see you are finally starting to take an interest in your daughter. She won't let the maid help her with her bath tonight; she wants you to help her. Just what was it you and her did this afternoon?"

"Oh, we just spent the afternoon tinkering in the garage," I said casually. "We talked a little, you know, Father Daughter stuff; kind of got to know each other a little better."

As I walked up the stairs towards Mandi's bedroom a feeling of hate filled my senses. I felt like a slave to my own daughter. I couldn't let her get mad at me; I would have to cater to her every whim. I could hear her splashing in her tub as I walked through the door of her bedroom. I sat on the edge of her bed and called out to her.

"Please come here and help me Daddy," She called back.

As I walked into her bathroom she was floating on top of the water of her large Jacuzzi tub. I couldn't stop myself from looking at the puffy slit between her legs. She was making waves by opening and closing her legs. Each time she opened them I could see her glistening cunt opening up to me. When I looked up into her eyes I realized that she had been watching me staring at her cunt the entire time. It almost seemed like she understood.

"Daddy, you have to look at my sore. I can't tell mummy, so you have to make sure it's all right." She said laughingly.

I knew I was making a big mistake but I couldn't stop myself from taking the opportunity to touch her beautiful twat again. I asked her to get out of the tub and sat on its edge. I spread the lips of her pussy apart and began to push my finger into her again. All of a sudden she slipped off the edge falling back into the water making a huge splash. The bathroom and I were completely covered in water. I was soaking wet.

"I'm sorry Daddy. I slipped. I didn't mean to get you all wet. Why don't you have a bath with me now that you are all wet," she giggled.

Without thinking I ripped my clothes from my body. I heard my cock slap against my belly as it released from my shorts. It was as hard as rock and standing straight up into the air. I was sure Mandi had never seen a cock before, never like this. I got into the tub sitting across from her. The head of my swollen cock was sticking out of the water. It was twitching and bouncing as the cool air and the water licked across it's throbbing head. Mandi was giggling as she watched it jump around. I couldn't believe what I was doing; I was risking everything to be with this child. I was at the mercy of a four-year-old.

Mandi was still opening and closing her legs; pushing herself a little closer towards me; her feet touched my cock each time she closed her legs. Each time she would spread them apart I could see her little cherry just a few feet from my face. I moved closer to her. She almost seemed to sense what I wanted; she held her legs wide open. I reached out my hand to her sweetness; her lips were soft and moist. They spread apart so easily in the warm water. I began to push my finger into her again. She bent her legs and wrapped her feet around the throbbing head of my cock. The feeling of her feet on my cock was too much; I began to erupt. It was all I could do not to scream. I had never felt myself explode with such force before. It felt like I would never stop shooting thick streams of cum into the air. As my senses returned to me I could see that the water between Mandi's legs was red with blood. I had buried two of my fingers into her four-year-old snatch. If I hadn't burst her cherry earlier, I surely had now. Her face was covered in my cum. I expected to see a look of terror in her eyes; but instead there was a look of satisfaction on her face.

"How do you know about these things?" I asked in a panicked voice.

"I watch Mummy and the chauffeur do it all the time in Mummy's bathroom," she answered innocently. "They always leave the door open so they can hear if anyone is coming; but they never think about me. I sneak in and watch them."

I couldn't believe this little creature that was sitting in a pool of blood wasn't the least bit afraid. She was one tough little four-year-old. I was definitely past the point of no return now; I had just popped her cherry. As much as I was impressed by her and her composure I couldn't stand the thought of living in fear of her telling about us. I was going to have to think of a way to get rid of her quickly. After all, she wasn't the only four-year-old in the world, but she was the only one that could send me to jail.

After I tucked her into her bed I went downstairs to my den and began to make some necessary phone calls. It was late when I climbed into bed beside Barbara, but for some reason I knew she wasn't sleeping. It was time to put my plan into action.

"Are you sleeping?" I whispered as I climbed beneath the sheets.

"No," she answered rolling over looking into my eyes. "I don't think I have felt this happy in a long time. It's so nice to see you and Mandi becoming friends."

"If you had any idea just how close we were you wouldn't say that," I chuckled privately to myself.

"I just got off the phone with one of my clients from Germany," I said to her. "He wants to combine a little pleasure with business. He was up at our fishing lodge a few years ago; and suggested that we conduct our business up there. He said we should bring our families. What do you think about going to the cabin for the weekend?" I knew before she answered what she would say. She hated the cabin, she hated fishing.

"No way are you dragging me up to that filthy place," she answered abruptly.

"I just thought it would be fun for you and Mandi to come with me," I said.

"I didn't say you couldn't take Mandi. It would be wonderful if you took her with you," she answered just like I hoped she would.

"Yeah!" I thought to myself. "With me and the little twat out of your way you will be able to give the servants the weekend off. That is, all except for your chauffeur. You will be able to fuck his brains out all weekend."

The next day I asked Mandi if she would like to go to the cabin for the weekend with me. I told her that several of my business associates would be bringing their daughters along also. It was going to be a father and daughter weekend. Mandi was so excited she started jumping up and down. I could see droplets of pee on the floor from under her nightgown. I guessed her little cunt wasn't as tight as it used to be. Mandi realized she was wetting herself and ran off to the bathroom just as Barbara came in. I tried to stand over the wet spot; I didn't want Barbara asking questions.

"Daddy, come wipe my pee pee," Mandi's loud voice rang from the bathroom.

A look of confusion appeared on Barbara's face as she walked to the bathroom door.

"Are you having some kind of a problem Mandi?" Barber asked.

"No Mummy," Mandi answered.

"Young ladies wipe their own privates. They don't ask their Daddies to do it," she said abruptly.

"I wonder where she gets these crazy ideas sometimes," Barbara said. A few more slips like that and Barbara would be sitting Mandi down for a long talk. I wasn't getting her away soon enough as far as I was concerned.

Around noon on Friday Barbara had Mandi's suitcase packed and at two p.m. Mandi and I left for the Marina. We got loaded into my floatplane and were in the air by three p.m... We had a three hour flight to the cabin so Mandi decided to lie down on the back seat of the plane. Her dress had ridden up past her waist and her sweet young cunt was bulging through her thin panties. I considered putting the plane on autopilot and getting some revenge for the torment she had put me through, but I had arranged other plans for her. I kept looking back over my shoulder; my eyes always falling between her legs. I began to imagine what it was going to be like splitting her lovely twat in half. As we approached the cabin I could see we were the last to arrive; there were three floatplanes already tied to the dock. As I taxied the plane in I could see the excitement on my guests faces waiting to greet their new play thing. I called to Mandi to wake up.

"I only see men Daddy. Where are all the girls?" Mandi asked.

"They've probably already eaten them," I laughed loudly.

I could see that my comments had disturbed her a little; I didn't really give a fuck. As we stepped from the plane all eyes were on her. My four friends had flown halfway around the world just for her. Hans was from Germany, Chan from Japan, and the brothers Abdul and Abbid were from the Sudan. Besides their worship of wealth and power, they had one other thing in common, they all loved young cunts just as I did. Mandi was going to be a very popular girl this week end.

There were still a few hours before sunset; it was lovely and warm outside. Abdul said he had a present for Mandi and gave her a small package to open.

"Take your present into the cabin," I said to her. "I'm sure he has given you something nice to wear. Put it on and come back out for us all to see."I knew exactly what Abdul had given her; he always liked to start it the same each time.

As Mandi stepped out of the cabin all the men began to whistle. Seeing a four-year-old girl wearing a tiny G-string bathing suit drove us all wild. Mandi was too young to realize the intent of the gift she had been given. She just thought she looked pretty and enjoyed hearing the approval of all the men. She even did a little spin for everyone. I gave Mandi a plastic pale and a shovel and told her that she could go down to the water's edge and play in the sand. As I watched her walk down to the beach I took my place with the other men on the front porch. The booze and drugs were starting to flow. There was every kind of drug you could think of. Most of us chose to snort cocaine; it would give us more energy for later. Everybody had a pair of binoculars. If we weren't snorting coke we had the binoculars stuck to our faces; and it wasn't the sunset we were watching. Mandi's little G-string bathing suit was much too big for her. The leg holes were twice the size they should have been. She was giving us quite a show. Every time she bent over the men would howl as her little pussy poked through. The two Arabs were getting really excited watching the small piece of white flesh playing in the sand. They began rubbing their swelling cocks through their skirts. I decided to make it a little more fun. Mandi was having a lot of trouble keeping her suit on. The shoulder straps of her little bra kept slipping, and the crotch of her panties was almost down to her knees. I walked down to her.

"I see that your bathing suit is causing you a little problem. I'm really sorry that Abdul bought it too big for you. Let me help you with it. This is our private beach. There are no strangers here. You don't need to wear a bathing suit."

I removed Mandi's bathing suit and she didn't complain at all. I walked back up to the cabin leaving her playing naked in the sand. The men were cheering their approval as I came back onto the porch. One of the nice things about very young children is they haven't learned about vanity. Try to strip an eight-year-old and you would be in for one hell of a fight; but most four-year-olds love running around naked, Mandi was no exception. She had no idea what her tender body was doing to these men. Every time she bent forward to fill her bucket the men went absolutely insane. Her little pussy would pop out from between her legs to wink at everyone. I had told the men that the package was a virgin, white, and four years old, but when I told them she was my daughter they really got excited. There seemed to be something very different between a captured package and the fact that I was offering them my own daughter. As the sun was starting to set in the horizon I called Mandi up onto the porch. All the men were reaching out for her as she came up. Abbid was the closest to her and he quickly picked her up into his arms placing her onto his knee. He began rubbing her body; leaving the rest of us staring enviously at them. He made a point of not touching her cunt; he didn't want her freaking out just yet. He sprinkled some cocaine into the palm of his hand and held it under her nose. Mandi began to sneeze as the cocaine filled her lungs. Her nose was covered in the white powder. Everyone cheered at Abbid's success.

"Here Mandi drink this," I said to her as I handed her a cup of orange juice.

She seemed very thirsty as she gulped down the heavily drug laden drink, her eyes were already beginning to glaze over. The men began passing her back and forth amongst themselves; each man finding a way to feed her more drugs. When she was placed onto the lap of Chan he started to rub and pinch her nipples. Mandi got upset and tried getting off of his lap, tears were swelling in her eyes. Chan pulled a small black case from his shirt pocket and opened it. He lifted a cylindrical shaped object from it that was covered in silver foil. He peeled the foil from around it.

"Suppository!" He said with a devilish look in his eye as he laid Mandi on her belly across his lap.

She squirmed a little but the drugs were taking effect. He then spread the cheeks of her soft white ass wide apart. I could see the redness of the entrance to her tight little bum hole twitching as he began pushing the suppository into her. Before Mandi could put up much protest it had disappeared up her tender ass. He then lifted her back into a sitting position on his knee.

�This is my secret new drug�, he chuckled. �I'll give it a few minuets to work and then demonstrate just how good it works�.

After a few minutes Chan began pinching Mandi's nipples again, only this time he was squeezing them very hard. My heart pounded as I watched him twist and turned them till they became cherry red. Mandi didn't seem to take any notice of his mutilating her nipples. She was conscious and alert but unconcerned with what he was doing. They were swollen almost the size of a woman's as he lowered his mouth to one and took it between his teeth. Everyone became quiet listening to him sucking and biting her young breast. Mandi just sat on his knee looking around and smiling at everyone seeming totally unaware of what he was doing to her. When he removed his mouth from her breast, her nipple was huge; a nursing mother would have been proud to have a nipple that big. The entire darkened area was bulging from her chest and blood was dripping from the tip of her nipple. Abdul and Abbid screamed with joy as Abdul lifted Mandi off Chan's lap. Abdul held her out in front of his face and seemed to be examining her swollen breasts. The brothers moved together and quickly placed their mouths on each of her bleeding nipples. We could hear them swallowing as they sucked her tits raw. I knew it must be her blood they were sucking from her. Her nipples looked like raw meat when they finally removed their mouths from her; they hung down almost an inch over her soft flesh.

"No feel, no feel," Chan said smiling proudly. "Only lasts two hours. Then pain come back," the little Jap said with a wide smile on his face.

We were all relieved to hear the drug would be effective only for a short duration; it wouldn't be any fun if she couldn't feel what was about to happen to her. Whoever got the little cunt tonight would want her to feel everything. It was time to go in and start the competition. Chan placed her on her feet, she was a little wobbly at first but managed to walk into the cabin by herself. I really couldn't believe the size of her tits. They had swollen to the size of small grapefruits. I never knew that if you squeezed them enough they would swell that much.

"I'll have to remember that in the future," I chuckled to myself.

There were six bedrooms in the cabin. Each one could be locked from the inside. Everyone had their own bedroom except for Abbid and Abdul, they shared everything. The object of our game was to convince Mandi to enter into one of our bedrooms of her own free will. I had agreed that I would not be eligible to claim her as I had an advantage over the others. I would disqualify myself this time. They all thought I was conceding a great deal; they didn't know what I wanted was for Mandi to be with one of them ; I wanted to hear her screams.

The method we would use to entice Mandi to one of our rooms wasn't complicated, we would play poker, the winner would take Mandi into his room for five minutes. During that time he could use any form of persuasion he wished to make his room the most desirable to her. He could offer her clothes, candy, food, or bribes of any kind. No one had to divulge their methods if they didn't wish to. When Mandi would come out of the room she would sit on the lap of whoever won the last hand. Mandi was placed onto the centre of the table for the first hand. Chan cheered when he won. He grabbed Mandi and led her into his room. We all listened intensely. It was like no one was breathing, we couldn't hear anything from the room. After five minutes Chan and Mandi walked out. There were tears in her eyes. Both of her nipples were bleeding again, there was blood all around Chan's mouth.

"I wonder what he is trying to do," I thought to myself. "He will never get her into his room if all he has offered her is pain."

Mandi was made to sit on Chan's lap during the next hand. The entire time he continued sucking and biting on her bloody nipples. The next hand was won by Hans. We all sat silently again waiting for the five minutes to pass as Hans took Mandi into his bedroom. When she came out she was wearing a lovely leather dress, she seemed to be smiling. Hans had put some medication on her breasts to ease the pain. I won the next hand. In my bedroom I told Mandi that she would not be spending the night with me. She would be spending it with one of the other men. I told her not to come into this room again. Chan seemed so distracted by Mandi that his playing was lousy. He hadn't won a hand for almost an hour. When he finally did win he grabbed Mandi violently by the arm and dragged her into his bedroom. We didn't need to be quiet this time to hear what was happening in his room. Mandi was screaming at the top of her lungs. We could hear her begging him to stop and calling out to me. We had never made any rules about what could or could not be done to a cunt while we were trying to persuade them to come to our room, but this was the first time I had heard anyone hurting one at this stage in the game.

"Mandi must have regained all of her feelings," I said to the other men. "Her screams are really blood chilling,"

Mandi came flying out of Chan's door when the five minutes were up. The leather dress that Hans had given her was in shreds. Her breasts looked like they had almost been ripped from her body. She was covered in blood. Her skin was ripped and covered in welts. Chan burst through the door behind her. He was completely naked and covered in her blood. He raised a whip that he was holding it is hand. Before he could bring it down onto her body Hans grabbed him and held him tightly.

"He is not obeying the rules. Look at her, he is killing her!" Hans screamed at me.

He was right. Mandi was a fucking mess. Her nipples were bleeding steadily. She was covered in deep gashes. Abbid kicked her in the ribs knocking her to the floor. He rolled her over onto her back with his foot. He leaned down and grabbed each of her feet into one of his massive hands. Then he spread her legs apart and looked into the valley between her legs.

"You are a lucky man," Abbid said to Chan. "If you had damaged her cunt I would have killed you."

"I don't want to win her anyway," Chan laughed. "I want what is left of her in the morning, it's her sweet white flesh that I want."

We decided to disqualify Chan from the competition; whether he could have her what was left of her was up to whoever won her.

The competition was now down to the brothers and Hans. I proposed that they each take her into their rooms one more time before we let her decide which room she would enter; Abdul and Abbid would be first. I felt they had an advantage over Hans as there was so much they could do to comfort her. They knew the ways of women better than any men I had ever met; but in less than two minutes Mandi was back from their room. I couldn't believe what was going on, it was like no one wanted her. Hans would have to do very badly to lose her now. Throughout the night he had been the most attentive to her. Now he would have the last five minutes with her. When Mandi came out of Hans's room she looked like a different child. He had cleaned her up and dressed her wounds. He was a master at repairing a ravaged body; I guess it was understandable as his specialty was trying to see how long he could dissect a girl before she would die. I remember him calling me into his room one time. It was hard to tell what was lying on his bed; there were no arms or legs. Every time he severed a body part he would pinch off the artery. Her eyes, ears, and nose, were in a jar on the bed and he had completely skinned her; it lay draped over a chair. He had cut her open and pulled out all of her intestines spreading them around the room. The amazing part of the whole thing was; she was still alive. He wanted me to watch as he was finally ready to fuck her. With her skin missing and her body split open I could see his long cock pushing up into her young cunt; it's head was wedged beside her heart. As he came her heart stopped beating. I think she might have been a year or so younger than Mandi.

I held Mandi in my arms with her back against my body. She was facing the rooms. I didn't know why we were going through this procedure. It was obvious that she would choose Han's room.

"It's actually too bad," I thought to myself. "As much as his procedure is gory as hell, it isn't very exciting. He is so good with his knives that the cunts hardly scream at all. The part that really gets me mad is that he never fucks them until they are almost dead and the last thing I want is for Mandi to die a virgin."

I felt like asking him if I could have a few minutes with her before he got started, but I knew he would never go along with that; she would be his and only his to the end.

We had been standing quietly behind her for a few minutes to let her calm herself when we all screamed at the top of our lungs. We tried to roar like mighty Lions. It was always enough to scare the piss out of a little cunt that was about to be butchered by one of us. They always took off running into one of the rooms. Mandi was no exception. My mouth almost hit the floor as I watched her run into the room of Abbid and Abdul. I was sure she must have made a mistake, the biggest mistake of her life. Before they were finished with her she would have wished she had chosen Hans. The brothers had the most intense sexual appetite of any men I had ever known. They could fuck for hours. And along with their enormous libido they had the physical attributes to match. I had seen pictures of cocks that looked larger than theirs, but never had I seen anything in the flesh as big. Their cocks were at least twelve inches long and eight inches in girth. I always thought of a fire hydrant when I saw them sticking straight out. Mandi was in for the worst night of her life, and I was in for one of the most entertaining of mine.

"How did you do that? How did you convince her to go to your room?" I asked the brothers as they started to walk behind Mandi.

"It is simple," Abdul laughed loudly. "We told her that this would be the room you would be in tonight."

I watched Abdul and Abbid follow Mandi into the room and close the door behind them. I could feel the pressure starting to build in my loins. The rooms had been designed so that sound would escape easily; there was a thin screen at the top of each wall dividing the rooms. Sound traveled so well between the rooms that you could hear others breathing. The rest of us ran into our rooms. This was the part I liked the best; listing to what was happening and trying to imagine it in my mind. I sat on the edge of my bed trying to breathe as quietly as I could. For the first few minutes it was as though I was in the cabin by myself. The first sounds I heard were the soft sobbing of a crying child; I imagined her curled up in a corner sobbing to herself.

"Daddy! Daddy!" I heard her calling out to me. "Daddy, Please Daddy, Pleaseeeee," she called out even louder.

Her sobbing was getting louder now. She must have seen who it was in the room with her.

"Daddy, Please, I'm scared Daddy. Where are you Daddyyyyy," she kept calling out to me.

"OWWW,,,,,OWWWWW, Please don't do that. That hurts please stop," I could hear her begging.

Then there were the sounds of ripping clothes. She was pleading with them to stop.

"No!!!!! No!!!!! Please Nooooo," she screamed at the top of her lungs.

I could hear the springs on the bed squeaking as if something had just been thrown onto it. I imagined Mandi's naked little body lying on the bed with the two huge men leering over her. I could hear more sounds coming from the springs. This time it sounded like a much heavier person was crawling across the bed.

"OOOOOWWWWW," Mandi screamed. "Please don't put your fingers in there, Please, Please, Pleaseeeee," she was begging and sobbing.

I couldn't take it any longer; my cock felt like it was about to explode. I unzipped my pants and dropped them around my ankles. I stepped out of them and lay back onto the bed. My cock was standing up like a flagpole. Every time Mandi would cry out it would jump with excitement. I could imagine them trying to shove their fingers into her tight virgin cunt. Her cries were no longer the cries of begging; they were the screams of pain.

"Please stop. Daddy, please make them stop. They are hurting me Daddyyyyy." She screamed, making my cock dance wildly.

"No, Nooooo, Nooooo,. What are you doing with that knife? Please, No, No, don't hurt me! She yelled.

"AAAAAHHHHHEEEEEAAAAAGGGGG," she screamed as if she were being cut in half.

I tried to imagine what it was they could be using a knife for so early in the evening.

"It hurts!!!!! It hurtsssss!!!!! It hurts so much! Please let me go! Daddy, Daddy, Daddyyyyy," she was calling out.

"Now you're sweet white pussy is big enough," I heard Abbid laughing loudly.

"That's what they used the knife for, they cut her cunt with it," I thought as I trembled with excitement

The head of my cock bounced and twitched like a crazed animal as I thought of the sharp blade of the knife being pushed into her virgin cunt; her hot blood making it wet and inviting. I had never seen my cock so swollen and red before. I knew that if I so much as touched it, I would erupt; butI wanted to hold on as long as I could. I wanted to enjoy every moment of Mandi's suffering. I placed my hands behind my head and continued to listen to the events that were unfolding in the next bedroom. The brothers were talking; probably trying to decide who would be first. I could hear the sounds of clothes being ripped again and the sounds of buttons popping. I knew this must be the sounds of the brothers ripping their own clothes from their bodies. I could hear the springs of the bed creaking loudly again. I imagined one of the brothers moving over Mandi.

No, No, Please No, NOOOOO!!!!!, Pleaseeeee, Nooooo... AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHEEEEEAAAAA."

Those were the last words Mandi make that night as her screams filled the cabin. I had never heard anything quite as beautiful; the walls seemed to vibrate from her screams. The only other sounds I could hear were of the bed almost bouncing off the floor.

Mandi's screams would stop long enough for her to gasp for a breath of air. During those short few seconds I could hear loud squishing sounds. It sounded like the juices being squashed from grapes. The thought of Mandi lying under a three hundred pound man with a cock the size of a telephone pole buried into her was too much for me; I began to explode, shooting cum everywhere in the room. A roar bounced off the walls as my lungs burst their approval. I could hear clapping and cheering as the other men listened to my orgasm. Even Abbid gave a little cheer for me as I came but Abdul was too busy fucking my daughter to care that I had cum. Then everyone went quiet again listing to Abdul's pace quicken. I could hear him grunting as he thrust into her tiny body. Mandi was no longer screaming, only long moans were coming from her each time Abdul pounded into her. It sounded like his cock was in control of her breathing. Each time he would pull out I could hear a gurgling gasp from her lungs, and each time he drove forward I could hear a loud moan as all the air was driven from her. There were a few muffled sobs and squeals, but mostly it was just the sound of Abdul's grunting that could be heard. He was slamming into her violently now. The legs of the bed were bouncing off the floor as he increased his pace. I knew that he was about to cum at any minute. He sounded like a wild beast.

"This is so wonderful," I thought to myself. "My cock is as hard as rock again."

The roar of a hundred lion's filled the air as Abdul began to fill my daughter with his seed, as he exploded into her. I could hear the roaring of other lions as Hans and Chan began spraying their cum into the air. For a moment everything was quiet, then the squeaking of the bedsprings started again.

"Abbid must be changing places with Abdul," I chuckled to myself. "Now Mandi will have a nice fresh cock inside of her."

There was a loud gurgling grunt from Mandi as Abbid lowered himself into her. The bed began to bounce again. Abbid wasn't wasting anytime getting into Mandi. Within seconds the bed was bouncing all over the room again. I tried to imagine what Mandi's tiny body must look like under the massive black man. My cock began to erupt again. I sprayed my cum all over the dresser and its mirror. I watched it run down the mirror as Abbid started to pump his seed into her ripped cunt. I was totally spent. I wouldn't be able to get it up again if they invited me to join them. Mandi wasn't making any more sounds anyway; not even the sound of her breathing could be heard. I was sure she was dead by now. All I could hear was the grunts and groans from the brothers. I was so pleased to hear they were enjoying my gift. The sounds and vibrations of them ravishing her body reminded me of lying in the back seat of my parents car when I was a child; I felt myself drifting into a beautiful sleep.

When I woke the next morning the sun was beaming through the windows, it was going to be a lovely day. As I walked out of my room I stopped in utter shock at what greeted my eyes. If my jaw could have hit the floor it would have. There was a trail of blood from the brother's door all the way into the kitchen. I followed the trail into the kitchen. On the centre of the table laid my daughter. She was lying on her back with her legs spread wide apart. Her feet were dangling over the edge. Her legs were spread so widely I was sure her hips must have been broken. There was a gaping hole between her legs. It was big enough to put my fist into. She was covered in dried blood. Her entire body was as white as snow except for between her legs. Her cunt lips were a deep blue. The table and floor were covered in blood. Her eyes were wide open staring into space. I figured that she must have been lying there for a few hours before I got up. Fire of rage starting to fill my mind. If I had a gun I would have run into Abbid's and Abdul's room and shot them dead as they sleep. I could not believe that they could be so cruel and uncaring.

"How could they be so fucking heartless," I thought to myself. "Don't they know it will take me hours to cleanup this fucking mess. I don't have a bunch of slaves like they do to cleanup this kind of thing. Her blood will surely stain the tabletop and hardwood floors. They must know that I can't leave a mess like this for the cleaning service. The least they could have done was dumped her into a plastic bag. Two can play at this game," I thought to myself. "When it's their turn to provide the pussy in their Palace I will spread the bitches' guts all over the place. Let's see how they like it then." I chuckled to myself.

My rage began to fade as I imagined their Palace in the Sudan covered in some girl's guts that I spread around without concern for their beautiful Palace. The thoughts I was having made me feel warm in my groin; I could feel my cock hardening as Hans and Chan came into the kitchen. Hans took one look at Mandi's ripped up body and ran to the bathroom; he couldn't stand the sight of messy work. Chan on the other hand was really interested in Mandi's torn body. Drool dripped from his lower jaw onto her lifeless form as he pulled a knife from his jacket pocket and opened it. He grabbed onto one of Mandi's swollen nipples pulling it into the air as high as he could without lifting her off the table. It stretched almost three inches from her body and I knew what he was planning to do next.

His cock was bulging in his pants as he lowered the tip of the shinny blade to the lowest point of her nipple. I could feel my cock beginning to twitch as my eyes followed the blade.

"I will have this breast for breakfast," he said in a very excited tone.

"Chan really is a strange one," I thought to myself. "Most of the time he eats like a bird. But when it comes to a young bitch he can eat both tits and most of her sweet cunt in a day."

I pulled my throbbing cock out of my pants. I knew that the moment he began to carve into her it would explode and I didn't want to make a mess in my pants. Just as he was about to make his first cut a booming voice rang out.

"If you cut her I will break off your fucking arm and feed it to my dogs." It was Abdul; Abbid was right behind him. "This girl has honoured us beyond our expectations. She lived the entire night. It is a great honour to us that she did not die. She gave us the pleasure of her living flesh until just a few hours ago; she will not be eaten by you," he said to Chan. "She will be given back to the "GODS" from where she came.

"She came from this," I said as I waved by rock hard cock in the air trying to make light of the situation.

"That little thing came from nature also," Abdul laughed.

"So when did she die?" Chan asked.

"I'm not to sure that she is dead yet," Abdul said smiling down on her.

"No fucking way," I yelled. "I know dead meat when I see it."

Abdul lowered his hand to her chest. "Her heart beats faintly, but its still beats. She has given us the greatest gift she could, her living flesh. We will honour her death."

"These Arabs always have weird ideas about life and death," I thought to myself. "Why not let Chan entertained us by eating her," I wanted to say.

Abdul lifted Mandi's lifeless body into his arms. A little grunt came from her as he held her close to him. He carried her out the door and down the path towards the river. The river was very cold at this time of year. There were many rapids in it. It emptied into the ocean about three miles down; Mandi would be bashed to pieces long before her body reached the ocean. I understood what Abdul meant when he said she would be given back to the Gods. There wouldn't be a trace of her after the fish and crabs had finished with her. Abdul flung her tiny body into the raging water. She landed with a loud splat in the middle of the river. In a few seconds she was gone from sight.

"Goodbye Mandi," was all I could think to say as a feeling of relief swept over me.

Within the next hour my guests had all left, leaving me with the mess to clean up. Our next meeting would be at the Arabs Palace in the Sudan. I couldn't wait to pay them back for what they had done to my cabin. It took me most of the day to clean the blood from the floor and the table. I decided to burn all the sheets and the mattress from their room. I needed to do an extra special job of clean up this time in case the police decided to come and snoop around.

I had my plans well thought out. I would arrive back at the marina tomorrow evening acting as if I were totally in shock. I would even crack the pontoons of the plane into the wharf for effect. I would pretend not to remember much of what had happened. After awhile they would get it from me that Mandi had fallen from my boat into the swift water. I would tell them that I searched for her all day. I planned to roll around on the ground and scratch myself up a little before I returned. I spent the rest of the day drinking and singing. I felt like a man who had just been released from jail. Having the threat of Mandi removed from around my neck was a wonderful feeling. I felt as free as a bird. I accepted the fact that I was partly to blame for what happened between Mandi and me. I didn't have any bad feelings towards her. It was just that her hot little body was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I was filthy and stinting as I crashed the pontoons into the docks. As I crawled out of the plane I was shocked to see Barbara running towards me.

"Our baby, our baby, how could you let this happen to our baby," she was screaming at me.

A cold feeling of terror ran its fingers up by back. How could she possibly know what happened to Mandi. I didn't know what to say. I was feeling sick to my stomach.

"She's in the hospital. They don't know if she is going to live," I heard Barbara's voice saying.

"She's here! She's alive!" I blurted out without thinking.

"An Indian caught her in his fishing net yesterday morning, she's a real mess," Barbara cried out.

"It she awake? Has she said anything? Is she talking?" I asked in a panic.

"No," Barbara answered. "She's been unconscious ever since she got here. What the fuck happened to her?" She screamed at me.

I decided to stick to my original story. I couldn't think of anything else to say. I couldn't believe she was still alive. My only hope was that she would die in the hospital.

Barbara drove me home so that I could shower and change my clothes before we went to the hospital. She seemed to except the story I told her about what had happened. When we got to the hospital I was very reluctant to go into the room. I thought it might start Mandi talking. When I saw her, my fears subsided at least for the moment. She was a swollen mass of bruises. Her body was covered in bandages. The doctor asked if he could speak to me privately.

"I can't believe that your daughter is still alive." He said. "Just the blood loss should have killed her. Your wife told me what happened to her, but I think there must have been something more than that," he said as my heart began to fall into my stomach. I waited for him to accuse me of doing something to her.

"I think she was attacked by a wolf or a bear. Her body was ripped up really bad. I didn't tell your wife about this." He said. "Do you know that most predatory animals rip out the genitals of their prey? Mandi's hips are broken and her vagina was in shreds when she came in here. There have been many doctors working on her. A plastic surgeon is reconstructing her breasts and vagina. She will need many more operations before her body is healed."

"Will my little girl be all right?" I asked trying to sound concerned. "Money is no object I will pay anything to have her well again." I said as the doctor looked at me with those sad eyes only a doctor can do.

"You're daughter has almost no brain function. The trauma has virtually erased the little girl you once knew. I'm afraid she will have no memory of anything before this day. She is like a newborn child. She will need to be toilet training all over again. I don't think there is any permanent brain damage; with a little help she could be a normal child again. She will just have no memory of the first five years of her life.

I knew that if she were to have another mysterious accident there would be a lot of attention on me. I decided to stay as far away from her as possible; to have as little contact with her as I could. It was a very hard thing to do; the little bitch still reeked of sex. Every time I was near her I wanted to fuck her. The day she started her period and I saw her covered in blood I got an idea. I knew the little cunt snooped through my office on a regular basis. I filled a drawer full of the most violent sexual explicit books I could find. I knew she was sexually charged by the way she was always crawling all over me. I hoped she would get herself into some kind of trouble if I fed her sexual desires. What surprised me was how quickly the little slut did it. It is hard to believe that it was almost twelve years ago I saw her posing in her bathroom; her cunt swollen like a balloon; blood and cum dripping from Her breasts were black and blue. I could only imagine what must have happened to her that day; yet she stood there proudly before me. Looking up at me like the slut whore I always knew she would become. I knew that from that day forward she would be mine to do with as I chose; I picked her up and carried her into my bedroom,,,,,,,,,,,,but that's a letter I might write at another time...

Now you know why I had nothing to do with you until after you were raped by Billy and his father. It was then that I realized just how much I needed you for myself. I no longer wanted to be your Daddy. I wanted, I needed to be your Master. You would be my sub- slut and I would be your Master. You have been an obedient slave these past twenty years. That is why I feel you have the right to know the truth. I never expected that you would outlive me. I always thought that your death would come at my hands. I hope this letter helps you realize who and what you are. If you need protection it is from yourself. You are far too willing to venture into danger. Someday your need to give pleasure will destroy you. Abdul and Abbid talk of you often. They think you must possess some kind of "Goddess" like power to have survived that weekend. They have offered me great wealth if I would give you to them. It would be best if you stayed away from them. Goodbye my little slave. I set you free.

Your Loving Father

My daddy wrote this letter almost a year ago. I had no idea it would be like this. It was only because of my promise to him I looked at it. After reading it over and over many times I have come to the conclusion that he must have been suffering from dementia. It is true that I had a terrible accident when I was five years old, and I have no memory of anything before then. It is also true that he had nothing to do with me before I was raped. I have always done everything my daddy commanded of me; he has been a loving Master. I remember seeing Abbid and Abdul come to visit my father before he died, but they never spoke with me. At his funeral they were very friendly with me. They seemed like nice men and we soon became good friends. They are both Princes in the Sudan. I don't believe for a minute they would harm me, they are such gentlemen. Abbid told me that my father had talked about taking me back to the cabin. He said my father felt it would be good for me to relive that weekend. He said they felt badly they would be denied the pleasure of my company there again. Abdul said I had blossomed into a very desirable and beautiful woman. He asked me if I would consider coming to the Sudan for a visit. He said they had twenty male children between them and wanted their sons to know the daughter of their good friend. He said I would be provided with everything I needed if I decided to come. I would need to take nothing with me; no clothes, no money. They offered to pick me up in their limousine at my front door and fly me by private jet to their Palace. I didn't tell them about the terrible letter my father had written. I was sure they would be hurt by it.

I am posting this letter before I leave. I have decided to prove once and for all that it was just my Daddy's fantasy. Abbid says that he can't wait to parade me before his sons. He said I can stay as long as I want. I think I would get very bored lying around a Palace pool all day, even if there are twenty young studs to flirt with. I am hoping that a few exciting things might happen so I can write a short story about it when I return. I think I might call it �Amanda's Sudan Holliday� I plan on spending two weeks or three there. I will tell you all about it when I get back. Wish me luck………………………………….?

Love Angelgirl

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