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It wasn’t until World War Three had unleashed in my parents’ bedroom that I was alerted to anything being amiss. Sudden yelling had pulled me from my fantasy romance escape and I almost didn’t dare to breathe. My parents never argued, my mom’s entire existence was to please her husband and to make sure I stayed demure, respectful and frankly, damn boring. I uh, I meant “out of trouble”. Mom made sure I stayed out of trouble, yes.
“For Christ’s sake, woman, cut that shit out, or I swear to God I’m going to find a way to silence you.”
I’d never heard dad so angry before.
“Do not take the Lord’s name in vain. And I’m telling you, this is a good decision, I know what Sienna needs!”
“The fuck do you know? You know nothing, you dumb bitch. I swear, it’s like that fucking priest brainwashed you. Who the fuck is the master of this household? Me or that sonovabitch?”
“Jase, honey…”
“Don’t ‘Jase, honey’ me! You do everything he tells you to. And like a fucking idiot, I went along with all of it, because you had things wrapped up so nicely, and I loved you. You had me eating out of the palm of your hand all these years. I worked my ass off for you and for his fucking charities. Fundraisers. Donations. Community of zealots. A bright future, you said, a good place to raise our daughter and watch her grown into a fine young lady. But now you dare to come to me with this?! It’s like you’re his whore and when he tells you to suck his saintly cock, you ask if you should fondle his tiny balls too, while you’re down there!”
And then I heard a slap, followed by a yelp.
“The fuck?!” Dad yelled. “Rachel, I think it’s time I reminded you of your place in this family.”
“Jase! Argh!”
And then there was nothing but silence.
My heart was lodged in my throat.
What the hell had happened, what did dad mean by reminding mom of her place in the family?
Why wasn’t anyone saying anything anymore?
That was when I had hid the book under my pillow, quietly snuck out, tiptoed along the carpeted hallway, and glanced at the war zone from behind a wall.
The sight my eyes had laid upon chilled me to my core.
Dad’s hands had formed fists in mom’s hair and she was being smothered against his groin. It took me a minute to register that he had put his cock in her mouth and was moving her head to pleasure himself. I wasn’t sure how any of it worked, but by the sounds of it, my mother was struggling with the act.
“Finding it hard to argue your case with your mouth full of my dick, huh? Suck it, bitch, suck it hard and long. This is the way things are supposed to be like: the woman sucks the man’s cock. I ain’t gonna do shit for that fucking priest, least of all what you suggested. That’d be like letting him fuck my ass and then thanking him for it. Oh, stop whining and do what I tell you to.”
She mumbled something incomprehensible again and he finally pulled on her hair and allowed her to speak. “I didn’t catch that, mind saying it again?”
“He’s a fine man, Jase,” mom said.
It was the wrong thing to say, apparently, judging by the way dad’s eyes suddenly grew colder. He threw her onto the bed and spread her legs in one swift motion.
“Speaking about ass fucks,” he began and trailed off, and then my mom yelped in pain.
I let out a distressed mewl.
Daddy was fucking mom’s ass and she was beating on his arms, trying to get him to slow down.
“Jase, please, have mercy, use lube.”
But daddy’s attention was no longer solely on her. He had heard my mewl and his eyes were now boring into mine, right as he continued to pound my mom, making her cry out. The more he was pushing into her on autopilot, staring at the doorway - at me, while he fucked her, the more mom was becoming concerned that there was something she wasn’t aware of.
And that was when she finally saw me too.
“Sienna,” mom had breathed. “Sienna, look away, honey!”
“No,” dad grunted, “No, Sienna, look at her. Look at us. I want you to see this, all of it.”
He pulled out of her and flipped her onto her stomach. He twisted a hand in her hair again and lifted her head so she could look at me too.
I thought my cheeks couldn’t get any redder, my shame any greater, the fever in my body any higher.
“Honey, let’s show Sienna what a marriage is like, okay? Try to make it look fun for her, sweetie. Her husband is going to want to fuck her often, so don’t let her fear cock just yet. Maybe she won’t be like you and make her husband angry and have to get punished like this.”
“Sienna, please, I beg you, baby, close your eyes! Don’t watch mommy like this, daddy doesn’t actually mean to do this.”
I looked from my mom to my dad, hoping for mercy, but I found none, because dad then thrust harder into mom and she howled.
“Sienna, if you do that, I’m going to make your mom regret telling you that. Be a good girl and listen to me, okay? I want to teach you a real life lesson, not the Bible bullshit your mom’s been filling your head with.”
I had tried to listen to my mom, honestly, I did, but I hadn’t been able to look away, the same way one couldn’t look away from a train wreck. I just had to see it all, for myself, my eyes looking but not seeing, my brain recording, but not processing.
My sights had been set on the way mom’s body was bouncing with the force of my dad’s thrusts into her. I couldn’t tell if he was still fucking her ass or had buried himself in her cunt instead, but she had stopped struggling and was even letting out soft moans.
It was becoming rather hot in there.
“This is what happens between a man and a woman, Sienna, sweetie,” daddy addressed me. “It’s called fucking. I was fucking her mouth earlier, and now I am enjoying her ass. She’s enjoying it too, by the sounds of it,” he mocked and as if on cue, mom moaned again.
She had closed her eyes, retreating into herself. I didn’t have that luxury, dad was looking right at me as he continued his anal assault on mom.
While his face was something I recognized as familiar, dad, as a person, at least in those moments, had seemed like a total stranger to me. I feared the manic look in his eyes, the creepy smile he was wearing, the slightly dangerous edge his voice had and, above all, the way he was making mom come undone, even while being so rough with her. She was writhing under his heavy weight, begging him to fuck her faster.
“Jase, oh God, please don’t make me cum in front of our daughter! Please spare me this humiliation, please!”
“Then I won’t make you cum,” he said, and I watched him pull out of her ass and aim his cock at her glistening skin.
My mother let out a frustrated growl.
“Not what I meant,” she cried.
He shot his load on her back. Streaks of cum landed on my mom’s fair skin, painting her ass cheeks white, thick dollops landing on her spine, here and there. He smacked her ass once before fully getting off her and sighing, contentedly.
I had then zoomed in on his nakedness, the rapidly rising and falling hairy chest, the abdomen tight with recently sustained effort, then lower, to the still glistening with pussy juices, but now deflated, long cock that was limply resting between his thighs.
His big, thick cock.
Like the ones in my books.
His bare cock.
Better than the ones in my books.
I was oddly salivating at the sight of it. That was exactly the kind of cock I had been craving.
And he had fucked mom with that monster. He had had her bent over and he had buried himself in her ass, pounding her as I watched.
Something had been building up in my belly, and it was now making me want to rub my clit again, as my mind replayed everything I’d witnessed. I had wanted to let my lust to take over, to deliver me to the same finish line my mom had almost crossed, but then I had realized that I wasn’t supposed to see things like this.
That he had made me watch them fuck.
The bleakness of the situation had finally dawned on me, then, one piece of the puzzle at a time: my happy family was no more. My life, as I knew it, was going to be no more. What sort of normalcy could ever be expected from a family, from me, after being forced to watch mom getting fucked, used, abused? How could he expect my mind to stay pure and my body innocent? How could I not want…
“Sienna, I’m so sorry, honey,” mom cried.
“Shut it, you dumb bitch!”
I gasped.
I had thought that daddy was going to hit her, but his raised hand had stopped mid-air. He was now shaking with fury, but he eventually lowered his fist and he just sighed.
“You’re not fucking worth it, you pathetic cunt of a woman,” he had spat at her and then turned his attention back to me. “Sienna, move it. You’re coming with me.”
“Don’t! Jase, I beg you, leave her be! She’s a good girl,” mom had wailed.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Don’t… don’t take her, just don’t take her,” she had mumbled.
She had been on her knees, begging, naked. Stripped of clothes and of pretense, there she was, a simple woman, defeated by her lust and pleading with the man who ruled over her life and that of her daughter’s.
Daddy had been silent for a few moments, before erupting into a sick sort of laughter.
“Oh, that’s rich! You think I am going to ruin her just by keeping her close, is that it? Whereas she has nothing but great things to learn from you and that priest? You’re a fucking joke! You’re welcomed to marry that man yourself, because I’m done with your ass. You’ll be hearing from my lawyer soon.”
“Sienna, honey, come to mama,” mom had said and had spread her arms wide, inviting me to pick her side over daddy’s. “Come, baby.”
“Sienna.”
I had been too shell shocked to react to daddy’s hands on my shoulders, or to him shaking me back into my senses. It had been the burning print of his right hand over my cheek that had woken me up. Mom had slapped him and now he had slapped me.
“What… what’s going on?” I had asked, dumbfounded.
I hadn’t wanted to make sense of everything I’d just witnessed. I had wanted daddy to lie to me. I had wanted the reality to bend itself into something new, less hopeless, less perverse.
“Say goodbye to your mom, Sienna,” daddy had said, and marched me out of the bedroom.
“Sienna, don’t do this, be a good girl! Remember what I taught you!”
Daddy had then stopped me and turned to glance once more at his wife.
“She is going to be a good girl,” daddy spat. “She is going to be the best girl and I’ll make sure you know all about it. It’s time I taught her all that she needs to know in life: how to worship cock, not nonexistent gods.”
He then took me, swearing he would return me ruined, that he was going to destroy my mom by wrecking me the same way she had trampled on his good intentions and overall life.
And that had been the last time I saw or heard from my mom.
A week ago.
Mom had always said that daddy was a fearsome man, that he was dangerous, wild, unpredictable, and that I shouldn’t be idolizing him the way I was, that I didn’t know him for the monster he could be.
I never believed her, not until now.
Why?
Because he had never shown me this side of him. I’ve always lived with my mom, since daddy’s work usually kept him away from home for the better part of a year, but I was still one of those daddy’s girls whose parent could do no wrong.
Honestly, that had been for the better, because seeing this new side of him terrified me.
I was still operating on the assumption that most of dad’s anger was directed at my mom and that once he’d calmed down, he’d send me back, or at least release me back into the world.
I didn’t want to be destroyed for her mistakes.
It wasn’t like I knew about her plans, whatever those were, that had pissed dad off to that extent.
I had been just as clueless as him.
I already knew that everything that has happened so far, him dragging me away, stripping me down to my underwear, forcing me to sleep on a worn, flimsy, mattress, making me piss in a bucket, it was all just a technique to grind my will like grain on mortar.
I just prayed that once he calmed down, however long it took for that to happen, that he’d see me for the innocent casualty I was and not hurt me, like he’d promised my mom he would.
Because if he did that…
And if I ended up liking it…
Wanting it…
I let out a feral cry of desperation and I slammed my palms against the cold metal one last time.
I winced, but not because of the pain. Daddy’s sneering voice, rough and deep, floated to me through the unsettling darkness.
“Give up, sweetie, there’s no fucker out here that’s gonna help you get back to your sweet old mom.”
I ignored the feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach, as well as the quiet voice telling me that I should really believe daddy’s words. There had to be a way out of this mess. I would come out of this safe and sane and still a good girl. I had to cling onto that ideal.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I asked, swallowing my tears and fear.
“Why am I doing this to you?!”
The jostling of keys alerted me and I stepped down further into the darkness to avoid being slammed into the railing when the door swung open moments later.
For the first time in six and a half days, I was being bathed in comforting white light, but also raging hellfire. Daddy’s anger was clearly burning brightly, still.
I closed my eyes against the harshness of it all and the chilling words that flowed from his mouth.
“What am I doing to you, huh? I’m feeding you, putting a roof over your head, keeping you safe. What is it that’s so terrible, huh? Look at me when I talk to you, goddammit!”
I did as told and raised my eyes from the wooden stairs to his general direction.
The sight of him made me gasp and tremble.
He was towering over me, older, bigger, gray haired and bearded, a dirty trench coat hanging off his shoulders. He smelled and looked like he hadn’t showered in days. A week, if I were to guess. Mom’s betrayal really did a number on him, he was barely recognizable as human, he seemed so feral, so tightly wound, so ready to pounce on me and devour me whole.
“So?”
“Nothing.”
I didn’t dare voice any complaints.
“I’m providing well for you, then?”
I just nodded, ashamed to have been so easily dominated and more importantly, ashamed of how it made my body react. Trained by my dirty books, anticipation was building inside my belly. If romance novels had any truth to them, I was going to have a proper taste of cock, and soon.
How utterly exciting.
How damn terrifying.
Although dark glasses covered his eyes, I could see the cold steel of his gaze giving me an unsubtle once-over, from head to toes. I tried to ignore the way he lingered on my tits and pussy, as if mentally undressing me of the last guardians of my pretended modesty.
“Liar,” he mocked.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“I know you women put a lot more emphasis on being clean than us, men. Come with me, Sienna, let daddy give you a bath.” -->
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