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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
12,568
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Nightmare Refuge
Lying unconscious, pumped full of fluids and anesthesia, Mary dreamed of memories...
\"Hey honey, how was school today?\"
\"It was okay,\" Mary pouted. \"Mrs. Baldeston was being a bitch though.\"
Rick glanced at his seven-year-old daughter in mild shock. She certainly didn\'t pick up that language from him, at least he hoped--\"Honey, did Mrs. Baldeston reprimand you for your language?\"
He knew the answer from the way she pulled her tiny legs beneath her rump and shifted her backpack off her shoulders. \"Actually, Daddy, first she yelled at me for spilling glue on my shirt, and then she sent me to the principal\'s office when we were working on our words and I asked what \'fuck\' meant.\"
Rick had to fight not to choke on laughter--whether from horror or amusement, he wasn\'t sure. \"Here,\" he pulled up to a stop sign and reached in the back seat, \"put this shirt on.\"
Mary scrambled to pull off her crusty pink blouse and slipped into the T-shirt, which was so big, it dwarfed her slight frame and threaten to slide off her shoulders every time she fidgeted.
\"Daddy?\"
\"Mary?\"
\"What does fuck me"
R"
Rick drew in a sharp breath, his gaze roved ohis his daughter\'s body, her limbs were full of youth and her flesh shone with vitality yet to be explored.
\"I\'ll show you when we get home,\" Rick promised, caressing the seven-year-old\'s bare shoulder in a very un-fatherly gesture.
\"Oooh, Daddy, Daddy! That feels good!\" Mary giggled as her father loomed over her, pushing his penis in and out of her slick vagina. \"Ten more, I think, then I\'ll come, Daddy.\" She was breathless and reveling in the feeling of ecstasy her father had introduced to her.
Mary was now eleven, Rick was forty-two.
\"Oooh, mmm, ohhh!\" Mary convulsed around him, her muscles clamping around his organ. Rick stayed motionless for a few seconds, savoring the sensation of Mary\'s release. She was always so hot and ready.
\"You\'re not to tell Mom, okay sweety.\"
\"I know Daddy, I never will.\"
It was prom night. Mary had chosen a particularly vivid red dress that daringly plunged in the back, almost exposing the top of her lingerie. Rick came up behind her, rubbing his hands over her nipples. She struggled, knowing now at 17 that what he\'d done to her as a child was forbidden and sick. She couldn\'t understand why he was there. Didn\'t she get moved to a foster home at the age of twelve? It was awful, the more she fought, the tighter he pinched her breasts. He started to laugh eerily in her ear, and then his voice changed, the tone was deeper, more evil. Next thing she saw was a flash of twisted gold.
Seth plunged the spoon into her heart.
\"AAAAAHH! AAAAAAAAH!!\"
Nurses rushed towards the source of the screaming. The Jane Doe that had been dropped off at the hospital four days ago had finally awakened.
\"Get Doctor Murry, now!\" one of the more experienced nurses commanded to an underling. The young intern rushed to do as ordered.
\"Miss? Miss? I need you to stay calm.\" The brave nurse approached her using a gentle soothing voice to try and reach her sense of being.
The patient still screamed out of control.
\"MURDERER! DEMON!\"
A few of the stitches at her abdomed tod torn out. Doctor Murry would have to see to those. Right now the task fell to Marcus to calm the frightened lady down.
\"Miss? Things are going to be alright. I need you to calm down, please. We\'ve called for Dr. Murry, he will be here shortly to help you with any questions you may have.\"
\"GET HIM AWAY FROM ME!\" she yelled in rese.
e.
Greta assisted Marcus in injecting a few milligrams of anesthesia into her IV.
\"Where the hell is he?\" she was muttering now. \"He killed the dog, he killed Buster. You need to take his spoons away!\" The patient was making an effort to sit up and grab Marcus\' robes. \"Do you hear me?\" she whispered, \"Mom can never find out.\"
With those last incoherent phrases, the woman slumped back into her slumber.
\"Phew,\" Greta commented, \"that scared ten years off me.\"
Marcus studied the now recumbent form lying passon ton the narrow hospital bed. \"She frightened the shit out of me too, Greta.\"
\"What do you think she meant about murder and not tellin\' Mama?\" Greta mused aloud.
\"I don\'t know,\" Marcus answered more to himself than his co-worker. \"It\'s going to be for the police to find out.\"
\"Damn straight. Look at these scars. I tell you--a man did this.\"
Marcus forced his gaze away from the tale-tell marks all over the woman\'s left side of her face. He knew those cuts extended all the way down to her very toes. Looking Greta in the eye, he challenged calmly, \"Maybe she let him.\"
\"Hey honey, how was school today?\"
\"It was okay,\" Mary pouted. \"Mrs. Baldeston was being a bitch though.\"
Rick glanced at his seven-year-old daughter in mild shock. She certainly didn\'t pick up that language from him, at least he hoped--\"Honey, did Mrs. Baldeston reprimand you for your language?\"
He knew the answer from the way she pulled her tiny legs beneath her rump and shifted her backpack off her shoulders. \"Actually, Daddy, first she yelled at me for spilling glue on my shirt, and then she sent me to the principal\'s office when we were working on our words and I asked what \'fuck\' meant.\"
Rick had to fight not to choke on laughter--whether from horror or amusement, he wasn\'t sure. \"Here,\" he pulled up to a stop sign and reached in the back seat, \"put this shirt on.\"
Mary scrambled to pull off her crusty pink blouse and slipped into the T-shirt, which was so big, it dwarfed her slight frame and threaten to slide off her shoulders every time she fidgeted.
\"Daddy?\"
\"Mary?\"
\"What does fuck me"
R"
Rick drew in a sharp breath, his gaze roved ohis his daughter\'s body, her limbs were full of youth and her flesh shone with vitality yet to be explored.
\"I\'ll show you when we get home,\" Rick promised, caressing the seven-year-old\'s bare shoulder in a very un-fatherly gesture.
\"Oooh, Daddy, Daddy! That feels good!\" Mary giggled as her father loomed over her, pushing his penis in and out of her slick vagina. \"Ten more, I think, then I\'ll come, Daddy.\" She was breathless and reveling in the feeling of ecstasy her father had introduced to her.
Mary was now eleven, Rick was forty-two.
\"Oooh, mmm, ohhh!\" Mary convulsed around him, her muscles clamping around his organ. Rick stayed motionless for a few seconds, savoring the sensation of Mary\'s release. She was always so hot and ready.
\"You\'re not to tell Mom, okay sweety.\"
\"I know Daddy, I never will.\"
It was prom night. Mary had chosen a particularly vivid red dress that daringly plunged in the back, almost exposing the top of her lingerie. Rick came up behind her, rubbing his hands over her nipples. She struggled, knowing now at 17 that what he\'d done to her as a child was forbidden and sick. She couldn\'t understand why he was there. Didn\'t she get moved to a foster home at the age of twelve? It was awful, the more she fought, the tighter he pinched her breasts. He started to laugh eerily in her ear, and then his voice changed, the tone was deeper, more evil. Next thing she saw was a flash of twisted gold.
Seth plunged the spoon into her heart.
\"AAAAAHH! AAAAAAAAH!!\"
Nurses rushed towards the source of the screaming. The Jane Doe that had been dropped off at the hospital four days ago had finally awakened.
\"Get Doctor Murry, now!\" one of the more experienced nurses commanded to an underling. The young intern rushed to do as ordered.
\"Miss? Miss? I need you to stay calm.\" The brave nurse approached her using a gentle soothing voice to try and reach her sense of being.
The patient still screamed out of control.
\"MURDERER! DEMON!\"
A few of the stitches at her abdomed tod torn out. Doctor Murry would have to see to those. Right now the task fell to Marcus to calm the frightened lady down.
\"Miss? Things are going to be alright. I need you to calm down, please. We\'ve called for Dr. Murry, he will be here shortly to help you with any questions you may have.\"
\"GET HIM AWAY FROM ME!\" she yelled in rese.
e.
Greta assisted Marcus in injecting a few milligrams of anesthesia into her IV.
\"Where the hell is he?\" she was muttering now. \"He killed the dog, he killed Buster. You need to take his spoons away!\" The patient was making an effort to sit up and grab Marcus\' robes. \"Do you hear me?\" she whispered, \"Mom can never find out.\"
With those last incoherent phrases, the woman slumped back into her slumber.
\"Phew,\" Greta commented, \"that scared ten years off me.\"
Marcus studied the now recumbent form lying passon ton the narrow hospital bed. \"She frightened the shit out of me too, Greta.\"
\"What do you think she meant about murder and not tellin\' Mama?\" Greta mused aloud.
\"I don\'t know,\" Marcus answered more to himself than his co-worker. \"It\'s going to be for the police to find out.\"
\"Damn straight. Look at these scars. I tell you--a man did this.\"
Marcus forced his gaze away from the tale-tell marks all over the woman\'s left side of her face. He knew those cuts extended all the way down to her very toes. Looking Greta in the eye, he challenged calmly, \"Maybe she let him.\"