"Yes, Daddy. I'm your little fucking whore. Please fuck my tight little cunt. Use me up. I'm your worthless bitch of a daughter. My only purpose is to serve you."
She didn't believe all those things. Or perhaps she did. She was starting to but after years of sexual and mental abuse it wasn't suprising.
"Fuck me with that huge cock of yours. Split open my tiny little cunt."
Her Daddy's cock wasn't huge and her cunt wasn't tight and virginal anymore. How could it be?
"Mmmmm Daddy. Fuck me harder. Fill me with your cum. I want to feel it dripping out of me. I'm such a little slut for Daddy and all his desires."
She was 15 years old. Her Father had been abusing her for years. She was too young to use words like cunt on a regular basis but her Daddy seemed to enjoy it. She was all in favour of giving Daddy what he wanted. The faster he came - the sooner it was over.
"Oh yes, Daddy. Fuck me harder. I think I'm going to cum. Feel me clenching."
She didn't cum. Ever. She didn't clench around his cock - but he never noticed. She didn't even think she could cum from penetration.
He grunted and thrusted into her cunt half a dozen times or so as he spewed his juice inside her. She waited patiently for him to pull his dick out and she got off the bed and went to the bathroom; closing the door. As soon as it was over she didn't have to pretend anymore. She despised him.
She turned to look at herself sideways in the mirror. Her baby belly was starting to protrude now and her breasts were becoming fuller by the day. They were often sore. She hoped her Daddy's abuse wouldn't harm her baby.
She sat down on the toilet and ran her palm down her right thigh, pausing to look at the scars. Her Daddy had quite a temper and once he started lashing out there was little she could do to stop him.
She remembered the day he gave he the scars. She had begged him not to kill her.
He came home drunk that night, went straight to her bedroom - not even bothering to put the light on, forced her legs apart and raped her dry, pre-teen pussy whilst she was groggy and half asleep. It wasn't unusual until he drew out his knife and put it to her throat. Her eyes snapped open and she started to cry.
"Please" she stammered. "Please, Daddy".
His erection grew stronger and he slammed into her harder.
"Please don't what, bitch?" He whispered into her ear. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. It was disgusting.
"Don't hurt me Daddy. Don't kill me. Please. I'll do anything."
"You think I want to kill you, whore?" He paused briefly. "Maybe I just will. I would miss this tight hot cunt of yours though. You should feel the heat coming out of you. You're always hot for me, whore."
She whimpered. Tears streaking her cheeks.
"I like it when you plead with me, girl. Makes me want to fill this cunt of yours."
He fucked her for a few more minutes and then ejaculated. He quickly pulled out of her and got down between her legs.
"Turn on the bedside lamp. You're going to want me to see what I'm doing."
She did as instructed. She was so scared but couldn't close her legs to get away from him. He had his left elbow on her thigh keeping her legs apart.
He pulled out the knife and teased it up and down her inner thighs.
She stuttered. "Please, Daddy. Don't cut me."
"Sssssssshhhhh. I'm fed up with your moaning. You will take what I give you and consider yourself lucky."
She was trembling so much. she was worried he was going to nick her and draw blood.
He lifted his elbow off her leg and reached up and grabbed her neck. He held her in place as he pressed the blade down into her thigh and traced it upwards. She felt it piercing her skin. He got right up to her crutch. He didn't cut her clit. He cut along her pelvis and then down and around her right thigh.
It hurt a lot. She was holding in the screams. She could feel blood everywhere. She desperately hoped he hadn't cut her fatally.
He took his hand of her neck and sat upright.
"Play with yourself."
"Daddy no. I can't."
He slapped her cheek hard.
"You can and you will. I want your fingers bloody and teasing up that hungry cunt of yours."
She didn't want to anger him so she complied. She rubbed her hands over her bloody thighs and played with her clit. The blood was suprisingly good lubricant. She rubbed her little clit for a bit before she stuck two fingers in her pussy.
"Mmmmm, yes. Fuck yourself, whore."
She slid her fingers in and out of herself.
"Taste it, bitch. Taste your blood mixed with my cum. Lap it all up."
"No Daddy, no. Please. I don't want to".
He grew impatient and grabbed her hand, forcing it up and into her mouth. He smeared it around her lips growling "Open you mouth, cunt."
She did as he wanted.
"Lick your fingers clean, girl."
It was disgusting but she cleaned up her fingers.
She started to feel weak. She didn't know if it was the blood loss or the lack of sleep. Her hands dropped to her side.
He stuck three fingers inside her, pumping them in and out. He was fixated on her pussy. Before she knew it he was forcing a fourth finger inside her. He spat onto her pussy.
"You're drying up girl. You'd better get wet real quick before I put my whole fist inside you".
She started to squirm and tried to get away from him.
"No, I can't take it. I can't. Please Daddy. You want me tight, you want me tight."
"You've no fucking clue, slut" he said as he slammed his entire fist inside her. Her screams spurred him on. He was almost punching her pussy with his fist. She remembered him laughing at her predicament right before she passed out.
She had woken up late the next day in the bathtub. He must have dragged her limp passed out body in there somehow so she could bleed out. She had felt dried cum on her face too and had assumed he'd cum a second time last night after she'd blacked out.
She sighed and got off the toilet. Washing her hands and returning to the bedroom. He was gone.
She sat down on the edge of the bed and pleaded to God that he wouldn't come back a second time that night. She needed some alone time. Just her and her baby. She needed to figure out how she was going to get out of this living hell.