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Feature Writer: GoodLittleChurchGirl
Feature Title: HE HAS MY DAUGHTER 1
Published: 02.11.2022 / https://archiveofourown.org/works/42804822
Story Codes: Erotic Horror, Abuse, Young Ones, NC, Rape, Graphic Violence.
Synopsis: Rape my daughter. I’m willing.
Author Notes: This will be a series. More to cum. High Alert, Hey, Wake Up! Don’t read this if you’re under 18. Just. Don’t. If you do, I blame your parents. But I told you to snuff off. The readership, as it were, all being 18 years or older, AS WITH ALL OF MY WORKS, don’t bite the Snake. Thanks for reading, then! Everyone, I mean EVERYONE reads and enjoys disclaimers.
He Has My Daughter 1
“Do you have any IDEA what you’ve done?”
SLAP!
“No?”
She’s crying and shaking her head back and forth, in the fastest — most frightened — No.
SLAP!
“Yes, yes, yes, I know, I know! I swear to God! I’ll be a good girl. I swear to God, PLEASE!”
I am watching a desperate six-year-old child get raped.
It’s goddamn beautiful.
“Look at you. So vulnerable, so scared. It’s lovely,” I whisper, to … whatever ghouls and spirits might be in the closet with me, hiding, enjoying.
Otherwise, I am alone, whispering profane ideas for my daughter’s raping. My hand travels to my panties, swirling circles on my bald mound with the very tips of my fingers, feeling the lace there, pushing down on my wet lips. They were soaked clean through the moment Andrew began raping my daughter.
He is wearing a mask. It’s quite frightful to look at, even for me; strange, haunting. Whichever sort of eyes inhabit that face, their wickedness will now inhabit my little girl’s Soul forever, and ever.
I flutter my finger up and down my pussy lips: in the crack between, down slowly, and circling where the hole is, hungry for more.
Oh fuck, she will hear me!
She didn’t, still staring up at that grotesque face with bright blue, white-devil, nearly transparent eyes. Only in the blackest center do you see them breathe.
In the Center, it breathes.
Andrew’s center swallows.
And how lovely are the feathered iris rings? Terrifying. Merciless. Joyful, even.
Determined.
Delighted by Pain.
“No mercy, Andrew, hurt her,” I begged, trying to finger-dig the cum out of my cunt. Brutal and fast, slapping my fist hard against my wet thigh.
She still has no clue I’m here.
“I don’t care if she does,” saying it so loudly, without a care, fuck all! Wickedness stung all throughout the tunnel of my cunt, a cyclone of torment.
I’m frantically pushing harder against my nearly exposed hole and I tear through the soaked delicate lace. Right up into my slurpy hole. Sucking my index finger with my cunt and grinding through a now crotchless pair of black-lace ruffled panties.
My black leather, high-healed boot pushes against the closet wall, providing extra force for my grinding. Indescribable excitement in my veins as I’m fingering my pervert mommy hole, watching my little angel get raped. And through my panties, like a whore! Fucking deeper through the hole that my own greedy finger had torn its way through!
“I’m a perverted, rapey evil Cunt who Fucks out her Babies; she hides … and fucking grants the Desires of her Cunt above The Welfare of all others. Fuck my daughter the way I was raped and almost snuffed dozens, hundreds of times. Show her what it takes to Survive, Lover! ” I was shamelessly crying out now, louder than the pathetic little child whimpers from the other side of the door.
” … She hides … ” I smile through my wanton blasphemies and prayers to murder and rape gods. No, she doesn’t.
“Forever and ever, Amen,” says my Mr. Whisper.
His voice always feels like Velvet being brushed inside the lining of my eardrum. Soft tickles of vibration are hardly decipherable. He always finds me.
My mind is racing with things I want to tell my newly fucked and ruined-for-life little twat daughter; right now while she is violated. In her ears, scary, scary things for a six-year-old.
And from Mommy.
I’m no longer whispering, no longer caring as I watch her take rough vaginal abuse from Andrew’s beast cock. My heart leaps in a panic flight.
I can’t see it now.
I cannot fucking see through his thighs.
I would never see it …
I’d miss the most beautiful thing a good mommy needs to see. And, Andrew? This is his very favorite kind of thrill. He will be pushing past 8 inches and, God knows it’s a BEAUTIFUL monster—too much for me in certain positions, and now inside this preschooler’s hole…
MY tiny girl?
“Impossible? Not for you, honey, Andrew is going to Gut You from the inside out. It happens to all of us so, fuck you, bitch. It’s your turn now. Your turn to serve your purpose. Just like I fucking had to. Take whatever the nice man gives you!” Hearing myself saying this … Not even my own voice?
It didn’t sound like my voice.
I’m no longer startled by the Sensations and I don’t care if she can hear me between screams. All is can see is a creamy-white, muscled bubble butt flexing as he drives too many inches, much too deep into my daughter’s Miniature hole. I’d give anything right now to see more. Her facial expressions.
“She cannot ever see her Mommy,” Andrew had already warned. Although not forbidden, if I showed myself to her, it would be the Severest of Consequences. Was I willing to Sacrifice her? To the Lust.
To the Lust.
What if he’s planning on killing her, anyway, I heard a gentle whirring in my ears as I breathed in the words of Another. And I felt sure. Of course, Andrew planned to kill my daughter. I must have known all along, but it didn’t occur to me it would be on my child’s first rape. Just one time … I couldn’t be sure I’d keep to the agreement now.
It was Andrew’s fantasy,
And mine. So,
Why wouldn’t he? There it is, my answer.
I’m undulating my hips, digging inside my creamed-up box.
“Chaos.
Fright
Piss your panties, Cunt!”
I am loud.
I want to scream at my own flesh, a six-year-old with honey-brown curls and big green eyes, a little heart-shaped face, silky baby skin, and an expression of pure innocence in her little eyes.
I’ve longed to have it TAKEN.
To TAKE it.
“That’s IT!” I scream out, my ears ringing with it, and I push out of the closet.
END OF CHAPTER ONE