From panphage@xanadu.io.com Tue Jul 29 02:13:25 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.incest
Subject: Daddy's Little Girl [M/f nc pedo incest]
From: panphage@xanadu.io.com (Pangenitor)
Date: 29 Jul 1997 06:13:25 GMT
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Daddy's Little Girl

Somehow in sleep I know someone's in my bed with me.  I rush back to
consciousness to feel a grown man under my blankets, laying down on top of
me.  I can't budge my tiny body, small for my age, out from under his weight.
I untangle my hands from the sheets only to have him snare my wrists and 
press them firmly to the mattress.  A large, heavy hand clamps over my mouth 
before I can scream.  Breath in my ear.  He speaks "SHHH.  Shhh.  Relax.  
It's okay.  It's okay.  It's okay.  You'll be all right."  I know the voice.  
In the darkness I almost see the face of my new father, married to my mom 
just last week.  Just turned eleven, I don't understand why he's here.

His voice keeps talking.  "Shhh.  Quiet.  It's all right."  He keeps 
whispering the same things over and over.  His voice has a hollow sound, as 
if  he's not really trying to convince me.  He lets my arms free;  he's 
cradling my head in his hands now and pressing his cheek to mine,  gently 
cooing that things are going to be okay.  I'm stuck underneath him, legs 
spread open.  A minute goes by.  He isn't doing anything to me but holding 
my face against his.  I ask, "Why are you here?"

He moves his head and kisses me gently while running his fingers through 
my golden hair.  "Everything's going to be fine.  Just fine.  Just give me 
your hand."  I don't like his voice.  I don't want to do it.  "Why?"  I 
whine, dragging out the sound.  The shock is wearing off, but now real 
fear grows in my stomach.  Tears well up in my eyes.

His only answer is to keep saying everything's fine.  I say I don't want 
to give him my hand.  He doesn't react, so I say it again.  I tell him my 
chest is starting to hurt from his being on top me.  I really start crying 
as I realize he's not listening to me.

Tears are streaming down my cheeks.  He keeps asking me not to cry, to just 
relax.  I keep whining, trying to figure out how I can get him to get off 
me.  I can't stop crying and shaking because I don't know why he won't get 
up.  But I'm pinned.  I can feel his body through my night shirt and 
against my bare legs , and I can tell he isn't wearing any clothes.  Why 
isn't he wearing any clothes?  Why won't he get off me?  I force my mind 
away from that thing they told us about.  I keep looking for reasons to 
hope he isn't going to do that thing.  But I can't find any.

He releases my head, and slowly takes my right arm anyway.  I'm to scared to 
give in but I know there is no way to resist.  His hands lightly brush my 
arm through the sleeve of my shirt.  He gently takes my wrist.  Instead of 
bring my hand to him, he guides my wrist away from me, toward the corner of 
the bed.  I hear the tension in his breath.  Something important is 
happening.  He passes something over my hand.  I turn my head and in the 
dark I can just barely make out three coils of rope around my wrist.  I 
watch him slide a knot snug against my skin.  I can only stare at the rope, 
I know it had to have been tied while I was asleep.  Tied in advance.  I 
dimly grasp what that means;  nothing I can say or could have said would 
have made him stop doing whatever he's doing.  He pulls on something in the 
darkness, and my wrist is dragged toward the corner post.  My arm keeps 
moving until he has cinched me just tight enough that I can't budge it.

He gently takes my other wrist.  His breathing gets deeper, and I can feel 
tension in his body.  He keeps whispering that I'll be okay.  My fear 
becomes mixed with despair as he ties my other wrist and slowly cinches my 
arm taut.  Resistance was futile before, but now he's making it impossible.  
I'm really afraid that he is going to have sex with me or "fuck" me.  But 
why does he have to tie me to the bed?

Suddenly the weight is gone from my chest.  The thought he might be leaving 
dies before it is fully formed.  A cold wind blows between my thighs as the 
blankets disappear off the foot of the bed.  I close my legs automatically 
to protect them from the cold night air.  A pause.  What's he doing?  I lift 
my head.  My eyes are becoming accustomed to the dark.  I see my own body, 
and a dark shadow sitting up next to it.  I see my white shirt, oversized, 
a his shirt actually.  The faintest light gleams off the buttons.  Its 
ridden up.  The bottom is over my stomach, revealing white cotton panties, 
contrasting against my lightly tanned legs.  Two hands appear and take the 
sides of my panties.  The shadow drags them easily down over my thighs, 
over my calves, and then off over my ankles.  My cunt is exposed to him.  He 
is going to have sex with me.  Why me?  Why does he have to have sex with me?

A hand takes my tiny ankle, encircling it easily.  The hand, still gentle, 
but faster than before, pulls my leg toward the corner post.  Another coil 
of rope.  His other hand gently presses my knee so that my inner thigh is 
turned up while he cinches my leg tight.  Moving quicker now, dad takes my 
other ankle, another coil, and cinches my other leg to the bed.  I am still 
small enough that my legs are spread quite wide by tying them corner to 
corner.  Cold air blows about my vagina.  My hair is still so thin and fine 
that the cold air flows unhindered over my vulva.  Its a strange feeling and 
I'm not used to it.  My crying, which had slowed when he got up, comes back 
stronger than before.  Now he is cinching my arms again, taking out the most 
tiny amounts of slack.  He re-cinches my legs.  It doesn't even occur to me 
to struggle.  I'm stuck fast.  I can move my head and just barely lift my 
body.  I can turn my legs, but I can't close them at all.  I am helpless.  
He could have made me have sex with him anyway, but he makes me helpless.

He moves.  His shadow looms over me.  He is watching me, I can just make out 
his face.  He has the same adoring, loving expression I have seen a hundred 
times since my mom met him last month.  His gaze wanders over my body, 
admiring it.  Now he unbuttons my shirt, working quickly.  He exposes my 
chest to the night air.  He leans back to admire my naked body.  My body 
reacts to his stare.  My nipples get hard and blood flows into my pussy.  
But I feel terrible.  My cheeks are burning and my pillow is wet from 
crying, but he doesn't seem to notice.  I can barely choke out "please untie 
me.  please."  But I'm not really talking to him, because I know he's not 
listening to me.  I feel a caress move from my knee, up my tiny thigh, up 
onto my stomach and toward my chest.  Tied up, he can touch me as much as 
he wants.  His hands move about my whole body, lingering on my legs and 
chest, but not ignoring any part of my smooth skin.  His fingers move in 
circles around my nipples.  A hand reaches under to cup my ass.  I feel hot 
breath on my stomach and now he is sucking my breast.  His touch makes me 
shudder.  I want him to stop.  Now I can't help but pull on the ropes, but 
my arms don't budge.

I hear a lid being unscrewed.  He's smearing something on his penis.  I 
can't tell what it is.  He wipes something thick but slimy on the outside of 
my pussy and that touch sends a spear of nausea up my spine.  He's going to 
do it.  He really is.

Something hard presses against my pussy, and my lips part and a giant rod 
enters my cunt.  I scream and his hand flies to my mouth but most of it 
escapes anyway.  Dad moans in pleasure from the tightness of my cunt.  His 
penis is too big.  I have to tell him it's to big so he won't try to force 
it in the rest of the way.  He has to understand.  He has to stop.  He 
can't push it in all the way.  I want to tell him he's too big, but he won't 
move his hand.  Why won't he move his hand?  I have to make him stop!  I 
have to!

He thrusts hard and something inside my vagina tears apart.  I throw my head 
back in pain, but his hand stays clamped hard over my mouth.  Even so, my 
scream of pain sounds loud in the dark, nighttime quiet.  He must know he's 
hurting me.  I pull hard on the ropes, all the ropes, but I can't move.  I 
can't do anything to move his hand; I can't do anything to make him stop.  
He pulls his penis out a bit and pushes it back in.  He has started 
"fucking" me.

His dick slides in and out of me easily.  But the tightness hurts so bad, I 
know he's tearing my insides up.  He lies on my chest again, hot bare skin 
against my bare chest.  He forces a free arm under me, holding me tenderly 
while brutally thrusting his penis in and out.  It hurts too much.  With 
his face hovering over mine, I can hear a tiny whimper of pleasure escape 
his mouth.

"It hurts! it hurts! it hurts!" is all I can whine when he removes his hand 
a minute later.  I keep saying it over and over.  Please stop.  *Please, it 
hurts too much!*  I have to make him understand that he's hurting me!  But 
he just keeps going.  He fucks more, and more.  His lips fall on mine and he 
kisses me, his dick never slowing.  He whispers "You'll be okay, just 
relax.  You'll be okay."  He kisses me gently while his penis pumps in and 
out.  He's not going to stop!.

The fucking continues.  One hand wanders freely, while the other hugs my tiny 
body.  His mouth wanders over my face and neck.  The closeness of him disgusts 
me.  Beside the pain his cock sends waves of a strange sensation through my 
body, a sick parody of pleasure that is making my stomach churn.  His skin 
against mine makes me feel invaded and exposed, like thirty guys walked in on 
me in the bathroom and won't leave.  Five mintues go by and he just keeps 
on fucking.

He starts thrusting deeper now.  This increases the pain and I know I am not 
going to be able to stand much more.  My pussy is sending out waves of 
nausea and wracking pain.  He pushes and pushes, faster and faster.  The arm 
wrapped around me pulls tighter and quivers, as if he is losing control.  
Another minute goes by .  Now two more.  I wish I knew how long he is going 
to do this.  But my arms are spread wide and my legs are spread wide and 
he's just fucking faster.  Another minute has gone by.  His hand gropes my 
flat breasts and feels my nipples.  Now it gropes my ass as well as he can 
manage while slamming my cunt.  Even though I whine and cry, he just fucks 
faster and deeper.

I look at his face.  His eyes are closed, his mouth panting.  He seems lost 
in another place.  Just now he opens his glazed eyes and his gaze meets 
mine.  He looks at me but he doesn't see me.  He must see my face is wet, 
my cheeks must be deep red.  My bottom lip, no doubt turned deep purple, 
wobbles uncontrollably.  His face is covered in sweat but has an expression 
of rapture.  His eyes look deep into mine but I can't see any reflection 
of me in them.  I could be just anyone, or even a doll.  We lie that that 
for yet another minute, waves of pain wracking my cunt.  My body shudders 
underneath his.  While looking him directly in his eyes I finally manage 
to whisper, chin trembling, "*Please dad,    PLEASE.  It hurts so bad... so 
bad...  Please stop...  It hurts so bad*".

When he hears this, his eyes roll back into his head.  He fucks even harder 
and even faster.  His whole body shakes while he slams his cock in me.  His 
cock reaches father and feels larger than ever.  He is grinding me down 
into the mattress so hard I can't breathe.  Its almost as if the more I beg, 
the better he likes it.  He is gyrating wildly now, and suddenly I feel a 
spurt far inside my vagina.  My cunt goes all slick as he pumps spurt after 
spurt of something deep in me.  He slows to a halt and collapses, drained.  
After a moment he wraps both arms around me and hugs me tight, laying his 
cheek on mine.  His cock is shrinking rapidly inside my torn vagina.

He simply hugs me for a long while.  I realize that he is done, and am 
glad.  He just lies on me, occasionally moving just enough to kiss me 
again.  Eventually he lifts himself up, his cock slips out of me like an 
afterthought.  He unties my legs, then my hands.  I hadn't realized how 
much my joints hurt until I moved them around.  He let me sit up and 
embraced me tight again with genuine love.  He gently caresses the inside 
of my thighs and whispers in my ear, "Everything will be fine.  It's okay.  
You can rest now.  Next time won't be so bad.  Tomorrow, it won't hurt 
nearly as much.  Everything's fine."