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The Sea Noose
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Original - Misc › Non-Fiction/True Stories/Autobiographical
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
28
Views:
2,378
Reviews:
8
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Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 5
AN: This is your only WARNING. This chapter contains INCEST and RAPE of a minor.
The Sea Noose
“Kassandra! Get over here!” a young girl of twelve, with luscious black hair down to the middle of her back, ran over to her father obediently. She was wearing the simple pink dress her mother had picked out for her, the color accenting her hair and her dark blue eyes, and wasn't wearing any shoes.
“Yes, father?” her eyes were round and innocent looking, though her father knew better than to take them at face value.
“Go get it.” she nodded and ran to his bedside table and pulled out 'it.' She walked back to her father and held it out to him.
“Here you go, father.” he took it, a malicious look in his eyes. Inside she shook.
“You know what to do.” he stood at the end of the bed and waited impatiently. She nodded and reached behind her, unzipping her dress and pulling it off. Her soft and young undeveloped body came into view as she stepped out of her dress fully, pushing it aside with her foot and pulled her white cotton underwear off.
“Get on the bed.” she climbed onto the bed, the blankets had been turned down, leaving the sheet and lied in the middle. He smiled a smile that made her sick. He took of his clothes slowly, enjoying making her wait. She fought hard not to fidget or to show her unwillingness. Once he was as naked as she was, he climbed on the bed, pushing her legs apart, and settled himself between them. She let her legs be moved, offering up no resistance, knowing there'd be repercussions if she didn't let him. He stroked her hips almost lovingly. She fought not to shiver. He ran his hands up her stomach lightly, cupping the small mounds of her undeveloped breasts.
“And to think this is all for me...” his voice had turned thick, the admiration there, though not for her. She fought hard not to swallow the painful lump in her throat. He rubbed her breasts gently before moving up to her neck, wrapping his hands around her. He caressed her throat, slightly tightening his grip before cupping her cheek. He stroked her hair over to one side, letting it come up and over her shoulder, admiring the way it looked against her young, pale skin.
He moved his hands back down to her hips, one of his hands moving to his body. He gripped his penis and slowly pumped himself as he stroked her hip softly. She couldn't help herself. She closed her eyes. He didn't seem to notice, or care and continued pumping himself faster.
He took his hand off of himself and used both of his hands to push her legs apart as far as they'd go. She took a deep breath silently, expecting what would happen next. He moved his hands up her soft inner thighs, stroking the delicate skin. When he reached her innocent center, only a soft tuft of pubic hair could be seen. He took his time stroking around her center, seeming to be entranced by the small patch of hair he had found there. She tried hard not to let her hips twitch, her thigh muscles clenching with the effort.
He stopped teasing her and roughly shoved two fingers into her. A small whimper escaped her throat and a smiled appeared on his face. Her hands, which had been lying by her side until then, clenched the sheets tightly. He took his fingers out and continued to stroke his penis. She lied as still as she could, her eye tightly closed. Her only warning was the soft stroking on her hip once more, before he slammed himself into her, breaching her innocence once more.
She whimpered in pain, her hands clenching the sheets hard enough to rip them. Her father continued to use her for the rest of the day, leaving bruises on her, but in places that would be covered up by her clothes. The item she had taken from the drawer, a small knife, layed on the bed next to her, unused for this time.
She never spoke of what her father had done to her since she was five to anyone. She knew it was wrong, but she was too afraid of him to tell. She knew that if someone didn't believe her and he found out that she had told, she knew she was as good as dead. That was motivation enough for anyone to keep their mouth shut.
He mother didn't know either. This only happened when she went on vacation, or business trips. She was gone, on average, three weeks out of four each month. You can do the math.
The Sea Noose
“Kassandra! Get over here!” a young girl of twelve, with luscious black hair down to the middle of her back, ran over to her father obediently. She was wearing the simple pink dress her mother had picked out for her, the color accenting her hair and her dark blue eyes, and wasn't wearing any shoes.
“Yes, father?” her eyes were round and innocent looking, though her father knew better than to take them at face value.
“Go get it.” she nodded and ran to his bedside table and pulled out 'it.' She walked back to her father and held it out to him.
“Here you go, father.” he took it, a malicious look in his eyes. Inside she shook.
“You know what to do.” he stood at the end of the bed and waited impatiently. She nodded and reached behind her, unzipping her dress and pulling it off. Her soft and young undeveloped body came into view as she stepped out of her dress fully, pushing it aside with her foot and pulled her white cotton underwear off.
“Get on the bed.” she climbed onto the bed, the blankets had been turned down, leaving the sheet and lied in the middle. He smiled a smile that made her sick. He took of his clothes slowly, enjoying making her wait. She fought hard not to fidget or to show her unwillingness. Once he was as naked as she was, he climbed on the bed, pushing her legs apart, and settled himself between them. She let her legs be moved, offering up no resistance, knowing there'd be repercussions if she didn't let him. He stroked her hips almost lovingly. She fought not to shiver. He ran his hands up her stomach lightly, cupping the small mounds of her undeveloped breasts.
“And to think this is all for me...” his voice had turned thick, the admiration there, though not for her. She fought hard not to swallow the painful lump in her throat. He rubbed her breasts gently before moving up to her neck, wrapping his hands around her. He caressed her throat, slightly tightening his grip before cupping her cheek. He stroked her hair over to one side, letting it come up and over her shoulder, admiring the way it looked against her young, pale skin.
He moved his hands back down to her hips, one of his hands moving to his body. He gripped his penis and slowly pumped himself as he stroked her hip softly. She couldn't help herself. She closed her eyes. He didn't seem to notice, or care and continued pumping himself faster.
He took his hand off of himself and used both of his hands to push her legs apart as far as they'd go. She took a deep breath silently, expecting what would happen next. He moved his hands up her soft inner thighs, stroking the delicate skin. When he reached her innocent center, only a soft tuft of pubic hair could be seen. He took his time stroking around her center, seeming to be entranced by the small patch of hair he had found there. She tried hard not to let her hips twitch, her thigh muscles clenching with the effort.
He stopped teasing her and roughly shoved two fingers into her. A small whimper escaped her throat and a smiled appeared on his face. Her hands, which had been lying by her side until then, clenched the sheets tightly. He took his fingers out and continued to stroke his penis. She lied as still as she could, her eye tightly closed. Her only warning was the soft stroking on her hip once more, before he slammed himself into her, breaching her innocence once more.
She whimpered in pain, her hands clenching the sheets hard enough to rip them. Her father continued to use her for the rest of the day, leaving bruises on her, but in places that would be covered up by her clothes. The item she had taken from the drawer, a small knife, layed on the bed next to her, unused for this time.
She never spoke of what her father had done to her since she was five to anyone. She knew it was wrong, but she was too afraid of him to tell. She knew that if someone didn't believe her and he found out that she had told, she knew she was as good as dead. That was motivation enough for anyone to keep their mouth shut.
He mother didn't know either. This only happened when she went on vacation, or business trips. She was gone, on average, three weeks out of four each month. You can do the math.