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 Author: Kiwi Cat
Title: Daily abuse
Summary: The same hell on earth for a young girl every night.
Keywords: Mg oral rape inc short

   It was going to be one of those times again.  Although he came to my
room most nights he was normally relaxed and did not try to hurt me as long
as I saw to his needs.  But about once a week he seemed to not care at all
about me and just burst in to use me for his own pleasure.  He had entered
my room like normal and roughly grabbed me by my red locks and pulled my
face towards his crotch.  Wearing just a robe his hardness jutted out
trough the gap.  It was something I was familiar with from his many visits
over the last three years ever since he had first decided to use me for the
first time on my tenth birthday.  Now he wrapped his fingers into my dark
red hair and pulled me against him.  I had just enough time to raise my
hands and guide his long hard shaft into my mouth.  As usual I was careful
to avoid grazing his length with my teeth.

   He filled my mouth, the familiar taste of him on my tongue and the musky
smell of his crotch hair tickling my nostrils.  He tasted unwashed the
stale smell of her on his cock.  He must have had her earlier in the day
before he came to my room to use me.  It wasn't unusual that his desires
would need more than one of us to sate.  I susposed that I should be
thankful that he wouldn't do that with me.  All he did was use my mouth
then touch me with his hands.  I made the mistake once of asking why he
didn't just rape me fully and after he had finished slapping me around he
told me I was disgusting and perverted.  That he would never touch me that
way.  I was more wondering what was wrong with me that he wouldn't climb
atop me like her and grunt his way to his release.  I guess I was still too
little and unformed for him.  I suppose my little kids mouth was ok but he
did not want to fuck my little girl like sex.

   As he plundered my mouth, his hard length pushing in firmly and banging
against the back of my throat I pondered what I hated more.  In reality it
was my reactions to all this.  I had chances to get away, chances to tell a
teacher or a neighbour.  But after I had tried telling her, my own mother
had beaten me and called me an ungrateful selfish little bitch I just
didn't dare hope that anyone could help me.  But worse still was what he
did once he had finished taking his pleasure with my mouth.  After he had
spilled his rank seed down my throat and made me lick his stinking cock
clean.  He would always lay me back on the bed and strip off my panties if
I was silly enough to wear any.  That alone would get me a rougher time the
next night.  Then he would part my legs and make me lay there spread wide
and exposed to his sight.  In the top drawer of my bedside he kept it. 
Many teenage girls would love to have such a toy to use but I dreaded the
nightly sessions with it.  It wasn't true pleasure if it was ripped
resisting from your body.

   When he had started I was just ten and my slit was just a puffy cleft
between my legs.  The plastic weapon he used on me had terrified me at
first especially when he had held me down and pushed its buzzing length
painfully against my opening.  Nowdays I was more mature, my opening was
bigger and wispy red hairs were scattered above my slit.  Now it looked
more like an adults, opening up a little and my clit bump was more
pronounced.  It was always the same though, every night for the last three
years.  Hold my sex open with one hand to expose the pink insides and the
hard little nubbin at the top.  Turn on the buzzing thing and press it hard
lengthwise from my clit and down across the groove between my legs.  He
would hold it hard against me and watch me squirm with his cold eyes. 
Watch as the sensations grew even though I tried to ignore them.  Watch as
my body responded to the hated feelings until I would spasm and cry out in
frustrated pleasure pain beneath him.  Totally in his control.

   I had tried alone with the toy but it was never the same.  I could not
get the release I tried for without him there, without him having total
mastery of me.  In the end I had given up leaving all things sexual in his
hands.  That horrifying mixture of pleasure and pain and the knowledge that
he could and would use me as he pleased.

   It was the same as normal tonight.  He grabbed my pigtails and forced
himself into me so hard I was choking almost from the start.  Holding my
head in place he just used me fucking my mouth as I gagged and choked for
air.  Luckily this way was faster and it was not too long before he held
himself deep in me almost cutting off my air as his shaft spasmed and he
poured streams of his sticky cum down into my gullet.  Then he pulled out
and shoved me back atop my sheets.  Reaching across me he pulled out the
hated thing and began the second part of our nightly routine.  My eyes
closed as I lay there and felt the familiar sensations begin to build in my
young abused body.  The feelings I both craved and detested.

   I loved him, I hated him.  Daddy why do you treat me so?

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