Why I did it.

Disclaimer: As before, this one includes the sex with a minor. It also has a few bloody moments, though I tried to make them small since I had no intentionally planned it that way.

“Cicely, what is the meaning of this?” My father stood in the doorway of his office looking down at me on the floor. I sat on the floor in the most provocative position I knew. My legs were up, the black skirt I wore bunched up around my waist. The black silk panties covered very little, revealing the gentle curls that covered my most treasured spot. I had the white men’s shirt I wore unbuttoned most of the way, only two buttons holding it closed over my breasts, the buttons ready to pop at any moment.

The office was dark, the only light coming from the hallway that my father had just come from. He looked down at me with reprimanding eyes. He looked as if he wanted to spank me, and tonight I would let him if it so pleased him. I stood up on shaky legs and looked to him with wide eyes that I tried to make water a bit, trying to look helpless. I was going to try an act that I had never tried before with my father.

“I am sorry I called you out, Daddy,” I cried, falling to my knees at his feet. I wrapped my arms around his legs, rubbing my breasts up and down his calves as I pleaded. “I just could not stand a night away from you. I wanted to see you.”

“What about Jessie?” he asked in a completely collected voice.

“She wanted to see her boyfriend,” I lied. “I lied to her and told her I was sneaking off to see my boyfriend.” Another lie.
My father tried his best to act cold, but his voice shook with anticipation. “What if it had not had been me who answered the phone?” he asked gruffly.

“It had to be you,” I told him. “I knew it would be you.” I slid up his body, feeling the beginning of the bulge in his pants. I felt degraded at what I was about to do, I felt the rest of my self-respect tear away, but I would take it back.
I came to my tiptoes and rubbed my entire body up his, pressing tight against him in ways I should not have. “I want to enjoy you, one last time, as a minor.” The bile was clogging up my throat. “I want to be the one to take advantage of you. I want to be the one to ride you while we sweat together.”

“You have been learning something.” My father’s voice had turned raspy and he was growing ready for me. I pulled on the collar of his shirt, pulling him with me to the desk. This was how it would all end. This is how my life would take a new course.

I pushed him back onto the desk, stripping him of his pants with little ceremony. The large bulge beckoned to me through his silk boxers. I ran my fingers over that bulge, teasing it while pushing it through the buttons of his boxers and out into the air of the night. I ran my fingers over the hard member that shivered at my touch and grew. I touched my lips to it and licked around the head, pulling the skin back and revealing the most sensitive areas. He pushed his cock up into my throat, pushing it to the back where I had to fight not to gag. I sucked him while my hands played with him, until he was begging for me to fuck him, to take advantage of him.

I sat up and instead of tearing the thin panties away I simply pushed them to the side and slowly slid down that hard cock, pushing him deep inside of my pussy. He pushed hard into me, enjoying it, calling my name as he gripped my thighs and helped me ride him. I took no pleasure out of it, I was dry and it hurts, even though I should have been used to him being inside of me this way. My mind was preoccupied with other things, and I was having a hard time keeping my skirt bunched up around my waist with his rapid movements inside of me.

“Daddy,” I said softly, sweetly, almost on a moan, but deeper. This moan was full of dark promises.

“Yes, Cicely,” he moaned it, thinking I had better things to come. I felt my breasts bounce with his hips in rapid succession and I tried to look like I was pleased, and in a way, I was.

“I have a surprise for you, Daddy,” I said, grabbing his hands and pushing them back onto the desk, holding him down. I rode his hips harder, pushing him deeper, feeling him grow larger inside of my body. He so did enjoy fucking his daughter, raping her of her innocence and the mind she had once had. He had driven me to this by years of… What had it been? It was not really neglect. Neglect would have been him forgetting us, leaving us behind. He had never done such a nice thing in his life. Instead his attentions were lavished upon us in the forms of fists and sexual aggression. Why? Why had he chosen me? Why had Vivian not said something sooner when she had seen our father fucking me? Why had she continued to watch through the peephole? She thought I did not know what she did, but I knew. I wondered all of the time if she enjoyed that I was his slave, or if she, like me, hated not being the most special daughter in the household. Was it just wonton jealousy?

“Why type of surprise, baby?” he asked, his body shuddering with his readiness. He wanted to cum, and he wanted to cum inside of me. I still had not decided if I wanted to let him.

I lifted my hands to my skirt, pushing down the bunched material and reaching around the back. The sharp metal of the blade glided over my skin, nicking me softly, but the blood did not bother me. I had felt pain like no other, this was nothing. I found the handle and held it tightly. My father shuddered beneath me, starting to cum into me. I took that moment, the moment of his highest pleasure, to drive in him the highest amount of pain. I slammed the knife down into the hand that I had clasped against the desk and heard him scream, his body spasms so uncontrolled I was thrown onto the floor as he tried to rip his hand upwards, with the knife, and out of the desk.

“FUCK!” he screamed with a voice that had gone high. “Cicely, what the fuck?” He was screaming like I had never heard him before, and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed watching him struggle to stand, enjoyed watching him fight for control of his body, semen and cum dripping onto his pants. I took the power away from him this time, as he had done to me for all of these years.

I crouched on the ground, watching for the movement in the corner. Jessie came out from behind the curtain of the window and entered the office, her camcorder in one hand, filming the whole incident, and a .44 in the other hand, pointed straight at my father’s head.

“How does it feel?” Jessie asked of him, while I stood and watched him pull free of the desk and look down in horror at the knife protruding from his hand. “How does it feel to have all of the power taken away from you?”

“Your crazy bitches!” my father screamed, coming at Jessie first. It took her only a second to react. She dropped the camcorder and shot him. I watched it all happen while I stood there, smiling. In the end, when it was all over, I was laughing so hard that even Jessie became worried for my broken mind.

~*~

Cicely’s mom watched the tape with the police officers. Her tears were streaming down her face, her body shaking. She had known. She had always known what he had been doing to her, but she had not realized it had gone so far. Cicely always seemed so strong, so controlled.

It was the end of the tape that disturbed her. It was not Cicely’s laughing, and her pure joy of watching her own father killed at the hands of her best friend. It was Cicely picking up the camera and handing it over to Jessie. Jessie took it obligingly and filmed Cicely, who looked at the camera sadly.

“I am sorry Mother, Larissa, I will miss you both dearly. Vivian, that was the last show you will get, find your jollies elsewhere.” Cicely stopped, playing with the knife she had pulled from her father’s dead hand. She looked at the camera, preparing for her last words. “I had a huge speech prepared, but what can I say of this? This is what the world has come to. Fuck this, fuck you all. I’m carrying his child.” With that the girl slammed the knife into her own stomach and ran it across the entire lining. Apparently this had not been part of the plan with Jessie. Jessie screaming Cicely’s name and dropped the camera, shattering the camera itself and the tape ended. Jessie was a minor, fighting to save a friend. She would only go to juvenile hall until she was twenty-one. Cicely… Cicely was gone, forever.

And all because her father loved her too much.

~*Originally Cicely and Jessie were going to go into hiding after the murder of her father, however, Cicely thought it best to end this way. Her mind would never recover, and she feared she would only become the lower trash of society after this. So, with that, Cicely had to die. I am sorry. Thank you for reading this. It was inspired by news stories and a sick and twisted mind~

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