Raped degraded daughter

CHAPTER ONE

Linda Simmons cowered in her bed as she listened to her mom and dad arguing again. Her father sounded so mean when he yelled, and it always frightened Linda. She was frightened now as her dad's voice rose threateningly. Then she heard the slapping sound and her mom's short scream. Oh God, Linda thought fearfully, he's gonna hurt her again. One night a few months before, Jim Simmons had come home rather drunk, and he had beat the hell out of his wife because she refused to fuck him. Linda's young ears had heard some pretty horrible things that night.

"What's wrong with my cock?" her father had yelled. "You got another one on the side? Is that it, you fucking bitch? Why won't you fuck, you little slut?"

"Because you're so God damned drunk, you slob!" Janet Simmons had responded.

"You just think your pussy's too good for me!" her father bellowed.

Linda covered her ears with her hands that night, but it hadn't helped. She couldn't shut out the dirty words her parents used when they were drinking and angry. She couldn't shut the dirty words out now either. Her ears burned as her dad shouted. Her mother's voice rose up too, and the woman blurted: "Go jerk yourself off, you filthy bastard!"

Linda turned over onto her belly and sobbed softly into her pillow as the abusive language continued in the other room. Crying to herself, she let one hand slip down onto her to her fuzzy young cunt. Her fingers gently rubbed there as her other hand filled with a tight young breast which she squeezed hard. For a few moments at least, the squeezing of her tit and the rubbing of her pussy relieved the tension in her. For a few moments, she could concentrate on her spiking pink nipple, so tingly in her hand, and her stiff little clit, as tingly as her nipple. These feelings saved her for a little while.

It never lasted, though. Jim and Janet Simmons were too filled with hatred and had resented one another for far too long. Their viciousness came out in their screams and yells that young Linda couldn't escape. The fear in her grew and ruined the few good feelings she could muster in her flowering young body. The young girl took her hands away from her tits and pussy, and flopped over onto her back. In the dark, she stared at the ceiling and chewed her lower lip for a long time as she heard her name mentioned.

Linda knew her name would eventually come into the argument. It always did. She listened tearfully now as her father once again accused Janet of whoring for years. She heard her dad mention her growing young body.

"If you don't give me any, maybe Linda will," Jim Simmons snarled angrily. "She's growing up nice."

That always angered Linda's mother, and now Janet screamed: "You stay away from her, you filthy son-of-a-bitch! Don't you ever even think of doing anything to that kid! I'll cut your balls off if you touch her!"

Such threats always inflamed Jim, and now Linda heard him slap her mother around the bedroom and curse her for swearing at him.

"Why shouldn't I fuck the cute little bitch?" he bellowed. "How do I know she's my daughter? Who were you fucking then?"

Tears stung Linda's eyes again. She had heard her dad say such things many times in the past. So often, in fact, that she sometimes doubted that Jim was her real father. Would a real dad get falling-down drunk and want to fuck his own little girl? Would a real father threaten to fuck her?

Linda silently thanked God that her mother was there to protect her from her father. Linda had to admit that her mom was something of a bitch at times and often goaded her father, but at least she was there to stand between Jim Simmons and his virgin daughter!

Linda heard her father go into the living room for more drinks and she shuddered. The drunker her dad got, the meaner he became. One of these nights, she thought fearfully, mom won't be able to stop him. What would happen to her? What would her dad do to her? She had heard him rape her mom a few times. He sounded horrible, like an animal in heat. And Linda had accidentally seen his prick a few times. It was immense! She shivered in her bed and crossed her arms over her pert, jutting tits.

The teenager recalled the other day, when she had foolishly goaded her dad. She hated him for hitting her mother and despised him for lusting after his own daughter, so Linda had deliberately pranced from the bathroom into her bedroom, wrapped only in a small towel. She knew that her father was sitting in his recliner chair, and that he would see her run naked into her room.

Unfortunately, her mother saw that, too. So Janet got mad at Linda that day, not at her husband who had made some dirty remark about his daughter's sweet little ass.

"Why did you do that?" Janet had demanded to know.

"What, Mom?" Linda asked innocently.

"You know what, damn you! Isn't it hard enough for me to keep him off your back without you cockteasing him?"

Linda burst into tears and cried: "I never did such a thing!"

"Well, what do you call it, prancing half naked in front of him?"

"I forgot he was here!" Linda cried.

Janet Simmons had looked sadly at her daughter's burgeoning young body. She heaved a sigh and shook her head helplessly. Resigned to the facts of life, Janet said: "Well, be more careful, will you."

She left the room abruptly and closed the door. Linda had heard her father murmur something dirty, then heard her mom blurt out: "Shove it up your ass!"

She had dropped the little towel, then looked at herself in the mirror on the wall. She had to admit to herself that her mother was right; she had deliberately disturbed her father. Linda hated him so much for the way he treated her and her mother that she really wanted to aggravate him.

She had glanced over her naked tits and pussy in the mirror and tried to convince herself that she hadn't really tried to cocktease her father, not the way her mom meant. She just wanted to make him mad, just wanted to get even with him a little. She wouldn't actually want to make his cock big! Would she?

Regardless of the innocent girl's motives, the damage was already done. Jim Simmons had leaned back in his recliner to ease his whopping hard-on… and a whopping resentment against his wife and his pretty daughter. In his liquor-soaked mind, both were guilty of torturing him daily. Both were cockteasers, as far as he was concerned, and both ought to have their asses fucked off! He had grumbled to himself and tried to watch the TV.

Linda shut her eyes tightly in the dark as she tried to forget the day she cockteased her dad. After that time, because he had gotten so wild and upset, she tried harder to avoid him and to keep from exciting him in any way.

But just Linda's presence was exciting enough for her father. When he saw her dressed for school, it excited him. It was exciting just to watch her walk away from the house to catch the school bus. It was exciting to see her come home, all pink-cheeked and bright-eyed with her pert young tits poking so cutely in a tight dress or sweater. And her rounded ass had such a delightful twitch to it! It was easy for Jim Simmons to pretend it wasn't his daughter but one of her teenaged girlfriends. All of them were nymphets!

Linda's breath quickened when she realized that her mother was losing the battle in the bedroom. She knew what that meant. Her mother would have to submit to her father's powerful sex urge. Jim Simmons would now hold his wife down on the bed and fuck her brutally, viciously. At least to young and inexperienced Linda, it would seem brutal and vicious. To Linda, all sex was brutal and vicious. Even now, as she heard her mother whimper and her father grunt animalistically, Linda was sure that there was absolutely nothing nice about sex, except maybe the sex she had with her own hands.

She heard her mom yell: "Jim! Stop! Not so hard!"

Her father growled: "Then give it to me, you bitch! Quit holding back! Fuck, you bitch, fuck! Get me off! Move your ass, for Christ's sake! Don't just lay there!"

"I don't want it… I don't want it."

Janet Simmons wept, and Linda's heart went out to her.

"Fuck! Fuck!" Linda heard her dad grunt again and again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Then Linda heard the mattress springs begin to creak louder and faster. She heard different sounds come from her mother, strange, deep guttural sounds as the bed jounced and banged and creaked noisily. She heard her dad let out a howl, like some kind of an animal, and Linda knew what they meant. Her father's big cock was going to shoot huge wads of thick white cream into her mom's pussy. Linda had learned that much from girlfriends at school. She shuddered now to think of the nasty, dirty act of a big cock spitting jism into a woman's pussy.

It was because of her negative outlook on sex that Linda Simmons was still a virgin. Even though many of her girlfriends assured her that sex with boys was fun, juicy, and exciting, Linda just wouldn't and couldn't be like them. So she was known around school as a nice girl, that is, a square. So she wasn't very popular and spent many afternoons alone at home, just playing with herself.

In school, Linda was known by teachers as an A student, a good girl, and smart. Little did they know that the teenager was motivated, not by a love of school and learning, but by a dreadful fear of sex and a great need for peace and quiet. School was a shelter for Linda, far from the shouting voices of her raging mother and father. She liked school, too, because then her leering, grinning father couldn't see her body and lust for it.

Linda had necked a few times in drive-in movies with boys, and she had gotten so far as to touch a swollen young prick. But then she would panic and think of her father's giant cock ripping into her defenseless mother's pussy, and Linda would freeze up. No boy got very far with Linda Simmons. Consequently, Linda was a lonely young girl, even though very pretty and rather sexy looking.

That loneliness assailed her now as she lay sniffling in her bed, listening to the horrible sounds of her father fucking her mother in the next room. She wished she could shut her ears to this part, the part where her dad's massive cock seemed to render her mom helplessly horny.

"Jim! Jim! Ohhh, you bastard!" she heard her mother cry in an anguished voice. "You son-of-a-bitch! Oh God! Owwww, ohhhhhhh, you rotten bastard!"

Tremors of strange feelings rippled through Linda's young body as she heard her mom's voice grow weaker and weaker and the bed springs grow louder and louder. Linda knew what was happening. Her mom was cumming! Linda had peeked a few times when her parents had fucked with the lights on. She had seen how her dad's giant cock plunged and drilled into her mom's bushy cunt and made her mother cry and whimper and fuck back as if she loved it! It was terrible!

A few moments later, there was silence as both Jim and Janet Simmons paused for breath. Then Linda heard her dad sneer: "Who you trying to kid? You love cock!"

To Linda complete surprise, her mother spit savagely: "You're damned right I like cock! But not yours!"

That earned Janet a slap across the face, and Linda a new fear. What did her mom mean by that? Whose cock did she like?

Linda was still thinking about this subject long after she heard her dad snoring and her mom washing up in the bathroom. Her mother's admission made Linda recall certain incidents that had been secretly bothering her. Last Saturday, Linda could swear she saw her mother standing awfully close to the milkman, Mr. Daniels. Had they been kissing?

And then there had been that Tuesday when Linda stayed home from school, sick to her stomach. She was in bed at the time, but didn't she hear her mom ask Mr. Daniels in for coffee, and hadn't they whispered in the kitchen for a long time? Did any of these thing have meaning? Linda didn't know. But now she had a sneaking suspicion that there might be something to her father's accusations. Maybe her mom was fucking the milkman!

Linda's thoughts turned to the man, Mr. Daniels. He was a good-looking guy with bright blue eyes that sort of undressed a girl. Even Linda noticed that one day, when the man gazed at her. It was as if he could see right into her eyes, down to her pussy, as if he knew Linda had been playing with herself. Linda sensed that he'd be a hard man to tell lies to, if he were her father!

But Linda noticed something else about the man's eyes. When he looked at her mother, Janet seemed to melt! Then she put two and two together. Janet had just admitted to her husband that she liked cock, but not his! Did she mean Mr. Daniels'? Did she like the milkman's cock? Linda shuddered in her bed and shut her eyes tight against the dirty thought. Yet she was closer to the truth than she could ever imagine.

Actually, the child already sensed what the local neighborhood was yet to discover. There must have been some hanky-panky between Janet Simmons and Bill Daniels, because both disappeared from town on the same day!

Linda got home from school one afternoon to find a small note pinned to her pillow. It was a note from her mother and it read:

Dear Linda:

Forgive me if you can, but I have to leave. I have to get away! I have to! Please forgive me for being so selfish, but I've been so unhappy these past few years. I can't take any more. I wish I could take you with me, but I don't have the money. I'll try to send for you. Just keep out of your father's way. Don't rile him up. Don't tease him. I'll send for you. I promise. Be good. I love you, kitten. Remember that.

Mom

Linda never would have shown the note to her father willingly. But, as it happened, that was one of those days when Jim Simmons felt like drinking more than he felt like working. So he took off from work, claiming sickness as usual, and spent the next hour and a half in his favorite bar. He got home about five o'clock, and he found his daughter sprawled across her bed, sobbing pitifully into her pillow, clutching a piece of paper in her small hand.

The girl hadn't expected her father home so early, and she was taken by surprise. He staggered to her bedroom door, eyed her body up and down, and approached the girl. Linda sat up on her bed and cowered back away from him, fear flashing in her blue eyes.

"What's going on?" he slurred. "What're you crying about? What's that you got there? Gimme that!"

He tore the note out of her hand, and Linda couldn't stop him from reading it. She watched with wide, fearful eyes as he read it once, twice, three times. Her young heart started to pound fiercely. What would he do? Go crazy? Bust all the furniture? Storm out cursing and swearing? Linda didn't know what to expect from her father at a time like this. And she was least ready for the way he did finally react.

To Linda's total surprise, he calmly crumpled the paper in one hand, then flipped it onto her bed. An evil grin lifted the corners of his mouth and his dark eyes got bright as he looked her over. She hadn't changed out of her school dress yet, and she looked unusually pretty sitting on her bed in the blue dress, high on her curvy thighs, low across her jutting young tits.

Linda felt self-conscious and she stammered: "I'd… I'd better change now."

"No," her father said in a strangely calm voice. Why was he so calm? Why wasn't he in a rage? His wife had just run away! Why wasn't he angry? Linda soon found out.

"Stay just as you are," her father said slowly, admiring her heaving tits and trembling, wet lips. "You always look prettier for school than you do for home. You know that? Why do they make kids dress nice for school? Bet ya it's to please the teachers. Bet the men teachers like to look at you pretty girls all day long. Probably peek under your dresses."

Linda nibbled her lower lip nervously and said: "Daddy, please don't talk like that."

"Might as well get used to it, baby," he said thickly, eyeing her pointed tits. "Cause I'm gonna talk to you any damned way I please from now on."

Her father moved to the edge of her bed, then sat on it. He grinned crookedly at her. Linda's nostrils, flared as she smelled his whiskey breath.

"It's just you and me now," he said slowly. "You know what I mean? Janet's left us. It's just you and me now."

"Please don't say it that way," Linda sniffled, tears in her eyes. She was painfully aware of the fact that her mother had left her alone with her drunken father!

"What way?" her father teased. "You and me are gonna get along just fine from now on. Ain't we?"

He reached a hand over and touched her naked knee. Linda recoiled and pulled her leg away. Her dad laughed and suddenly grabbed her thigh in a vise grip.

"Daddy! You're hurting me!" Linda suddenly cried. She tried to push his hand off her leg, but it was no use.

Jim Simmons tightened his grip on his little girl's thigh and said through his teeth: "You behave yourself and you won't get hurt. Understand? Do you? Huh?"

"Yes! Yes!" Linda cried. "Please! Let go! You're hurting me!"

Her father's breathing quickened as he set his big hand tenderly on her naked, smooth thigh. "This doesn't hurt, does it?"

Linda shuddered when she realized what he was up to. "Take your hand off me."

Her father grinned lewdly at her.

"Take your choice, baby. This?" He gripped her thigh until she winced with pain. Then he caressed her smooth, white skin, the tips of his dirty fingers inching upward. "Or this? Thing are gonna be different around here. You're gonna have to fix my meals, now that your mother took off on us. You're gonna have to clean house and take care of things around here."

Linda pressed her hand on his, pushed it back an inch to keep it from contacting her brief panties under her dress. "I will! I will! But, please, Daddy, don't touch me! I'll do anything you say. I'll do the laundry and everything. I promise. I can cook for you. I'll take care of the house."

"I know you will," her father said flatly. "And you'll take care of me, too."

"Daddy! No!" Linda shrieked.

At that moment, she knew her mother hadn't left her a goodbye note; she'd left Linda's death warrant!