Jill
took on her new chore 8 months after her mother was arrested.
Seven months later, when Jill was 7, her life changed again.
She
had noticed her father was distracted and preoccupied. He had only made
her perform her chore at bedtime, and even his orgasm was more subdued
than usual.
One Saturday morning he said they needed to chat.
"You
know how I earn my living by typing away on the computer -- of course
you know that. I've probably mentioned before that I write software on
contract." He paused. "I'm not getting much work any more these past
few months. Our money is running short, so I think we're going to have
to move soon."
"Where?" she asked. "Can I still go to school?"
"Ummm, no, probably not. At least not the one you go to now."
Jill's
heart sank. She was used to her school. She tended to stick to herself,
but she had a few friends at school and she would miss them.
They
got up very early to say goodbye to their house for the last time. They
drove all day and spent the night in a motel, where she performed her
chore at night and again in the morning.
"We're almost there," her daddy said.
The
car turned down a dirt road. They were in an area that was mostly flat
and a mix of field and forest -- much like where they had lived before,
but the houses were much farther apart here.
They drove down the road for a long time, or at least it was a long
time for a dirt road.
"There
it is!" he said. Laid out before them was a rambling farmhouse. There
was a separate barn, just like she saw in pictures of farms in books
and online. There was a fenced pasture with horses! There were
vegetable gardens all around, flowers here and there.
Jill was both nervous and excited. It would certainly be an interesting
place to live!
As
they drove up they were greeted warmly by a man who introduced himself
as Zach. He was a little younger than her dad, she guessed. He had
thick black hair, brown eyes, and a ready smile. He was solidly built,
muscular but also with a bit more that was not muscle. He greeted his
father briefly but soon focused on Jill, asking her about her trip. She
enjoyed his friendly attention.
Emerging from the door as they
chatted was an older man, tall with thinning gray hair and grayish-blue
eyes. He was fairly thin. She heard him speaking with her father while
Zach asked her questions. Then the older man bent down to shake her
hand, introducing himself as John Murphy. She noticed especially his
arms, browned by long exposure to the sun. She also noticed his very
friendly smile.
Oscar was a younger man, with a body that she
remembered as average in every respect. He had sandy hair and blue
eyes, and said little more than "Oscar" as he bent down to shake her
hand. He seemed embarrassed.
Then Jill thrilled to see a face peeking around the corner. It was
another girl! She looked to be a little younger than Jill.
"Come on out, Cathy," said Zach.
The
girl trudged out, smiling but looking at her feet. Cathy had dark brown
hair cut short, fair skin, and an athletic little body. Her infectious
smile accentuated her dimples.
"Jill, this is Cathy MacLean," said Zach.
"Hi, Cathy!" said Jill, barely containing her excitement.
"Wanna
see the lamb?" Cathy asked, hands clasped behind her back, shaking back
and forth a bit like the center post in a washing machine, giving shy
glances upward.
"Sure!" Jill said.
Cathy started to run off, and Jill start to follow.
"Wait, wait!" her daddy cried. "Let's at least see your room."
Jill turned back and they went on in. Zach led the way, while John and
Oscar peeled off to go their separate ways.
They
went up the stairs and down one corridor, which abruptly jogged to the
right and went down a step. To the right was a room they said was her
daddy's, and to the left was hers. Both were clean, with freshly made
beds. Her daddy's window looked out over the woods, while hers looked
out on the barn and pasture.
Dancing around behind them was Cathy.
"Cathy
put some of her toys in here for you," Zach said. There were a few
dolls, a dollhouse, some books and a few other toys in a bookshelf area.
"Can I go see the lamb yet?" asked Jill.
"OK," said her daddy with a sigh. "Have a good time!"
Off
raced Cathy with Jill hot on her heels. They went to the barn and saw
the little lamb, who eagerly licked Jill's fingers, surprising her. She
saw a horse and a pony. Chickens clucked and pecked underfoot.
Cathy
showed her the pond, the spring, and the big rock. She showed her the
arbor with the benches and the fountain at the center of some
concentric flower beds. Then she invited Jill up to the tree house.
"I'm six," Cathy said. "How old are you?"
"I'm seven," Jill said, and they both knew that was important. Jill was
the big girl.
Jill
was in heaven exploring and getting to know her new friend for the rest
of the afternoon. Zach's booming voice told them supper was ready.
Seated around a big table, the four men and two girls sat before
steaming plates with a roast, vegetables, and condiments.
Her
daddy started to reach for the potatoes before realizing no one else
was reaching for food. John said a brief grace, then the serving and
eating began.
As they got ready for bed that night, Jill
whispered to her dad, "Do they know about things we do, like my chores?
Or do we sleep apart?"
Her father got an odd expression, Jill
reflected later. "No, they know that we usually share a bed at night.
We don't need to keep that secret here."
"They won't send you away to jail?" Jill asked anxiously.
"No, sweetie, no."
So
Jill joined her father in bed, and he had her do her chores at greater
length than usual and seemed to enjoy them more than usual. Jill was
used to it, of course, but she felt better than usual. She had been
anxious for weeks about their move and wondering what it was going to
be like, and with Cathy it was going to be wonderful.
The next
morning a hot breakfast appeared, and at noon a variety of sandwich
makings were served on platters. The six of them showed up at every
meal, and John said a grace each time.
That evening, Jill and
her daddy joined the other four in watching a TV show that was a
regular favorite. John took the large arm chair and said, "Jill, why
don't you come sit here with me."
Jill felt a little hesitant, and looked up at her daddy, who smiled and
nodded.
Jill
wedged herself in beside John, who shifted to the left to make room for
her, and his arm then went around her shoulders. This seemed a little
strange for a man she had just met the day before, but her daddy smiled
and nodded at her whenever she looked over at him questioningly.
John watched the show, but it seemed he spent half the time sneaking
glances at Jill and stroking her hair.
Cathy
was actually sitting in Zach's lap, leaned back against him. His arms
wrapped around her and rested on her lap. Jill noticed Cathy squirming
around a bit and smiling, and Zach's hands idly stroking her stomach
and chest.
When the show was over, Jill was eager to pop up and
go to her daddy and give him a hug. But before the hug was over, Cathy
invited her up to her room to play cards.
Her dad interrupted to
tell her it was time for bed. She was about to climb into bed when her
daddy stopped her. He looked a little uncomfortable.
"Sweetie, you know how you do your chores for me." He looked away.
"You have some additional chores here. You do your chores tonight with
John."
Jill looked at him with a blank expression, not comprehending. She did
her chores with her daddy. She was used to them.
"What chores?"
"The same chores you do with me."
He
was serious, and she realized that her time with John in the armchair
had been leading up to this. She was used to her chores with her daddy,
and it was not so bad because she loved him.
"No, daddy, no!" she said with rising panic.
He wouldn't meet her gaze. "Yes, I'm afraid so. It doesn't bother you
to do your chores with me, and he'll be no different."
"Daddy! No, no, no!" she said, emphasizing the last with a stamp on the
floor.
"It's not up for discussion."
"Then I'll go in for a timeout and won't come out ever!"
"Very well," said her daddy, though she thought he looked more
uncomfortable than usual.
Jill
stomped around the corner to her room and settled into her bed. She was
very angry at her daddy. A strange man? It was gross. Most of all it
was scary.
Half
an hour later her exhaustion was just starting to win over her fear and
anger when she heard footsteps in the hall. John was speaking to her
daddy. After a bit John laughed a little, then she could hear him say,
"Time outs? That's not the way we do things around here."
John walked into the darkened room, shutting the door behind. He turned
on the light, and she saw he was wearing a robe.
"Bruce says you're reluctant," he said.
Jill cowered in bed, holding the covers up around her neck.
"It's your job," he said simply. "Come on out," he said, gently tugging
at the covers.
Jill shook her head, eyes wide with terror, clutching the covers
tightly.
"If you don't come, I'll make you."
Jill didn't move.
"OK,"
John sighed. He threw off his robe, revealing himself to be naked. His
cock wasn't fully hard. It looked different in a way she didn't catch
in the chaos of what happened next.
He ripped the covers out of
her hands and off the bed. She started to cower up against the
headboard, but in a single deft motion he grabbed both her feet, pulled
her down flat onto the bed, and crushed his weight on top of her. She
squirmed beneath him and beat at his chest with her hands. He grunted
and lifted himself up enough to grab both her hands and held them up
high above her head on the mattress. His one hand controlled both of
her arms easily as she tried to pull her hands free.
"Listen!" he hissed. "You can't get out of it. Hold still!"
She
kept struggling. John had her legs pinned down with his own and his one
hand had captured her two hands, leaving him one hand free. He suddenly
pushed himself up on that one hand and with his palm spread he pressed
it against her ribcage, bearing down with his full weight. She felt the
wind knocked out of her and tried to take tiny breaths.
"Are you going to be still?" he asked.
Her daddy had never done anything like this to her. Why was he letting
John be this way?
She couldn't speak, so she nodded.
He gave a wan smile and sat back on his haunches.
"Clothes off," he commanded simply.
She felt numb, though she knew strong feelings were churning inside,
and she slowly took off her nightgown and panties.
As he relaxed, a little smile came over his face. "You really are
beautiful," he rasped.
She stayed still as he brushed his hand over her hair and down her
cheek. He massaged her chest where her little nipples rested.
He gave a little nudge to tell her to spread her legs wide, and he slid
his hands up and down her inner thighs slowly.
Then
she saw it. His cock didn't have that little cap that her daddy did,
but as she watched, she could see the cock slowly growing. And the skin
at the tip slowly pulled back, millimeter by millimeter, revealing more
skin. He moved his hands up and massaged between her legs a little,
then held her inner lips open. His cock glistened; maybe he had put
that lube stuff on it before. Then as the skin slowly peeled back, she
saw peeking out at the tip of his penis a little bare spot, which soon
resolved itself as his cap. His cock was fully long and hard now,
though the cap wasn't out all the way. A little ring of wrinkly skin
surrounded it. He brought their bodies closer, then he held her flaps
open with one hand and stroked his dick a little. Each time he stroked
back, the little cap came fully into view. Then he moved his tip into
position.
As she felt the strange tip of this strange man touch
her pussy opening, she panicked and suddenly squirmed up, shrinking
away towards the head of the bed.
She heard the loud slap first, then saw a blur moving towards her face,
and then she felt the pain.
"Damn you!" he growled.
Getting
the message, she tried to slide her body back down to where it had
been, but he didn't wait. He grabbed her one thigh in each hand and
roughly pulled her down, then spread her legs so wide it really hurt.
Then he once again moved his strange cock into position. This time he
didn't wait. Her pussy was filled suddenly as he shoved his cock all
the way in. He held himself up on his hands, thrusting into her fast
and deep, growling and focusing his eyes on where his cock was
disappearing inside of her. Dimly she was aware that his cock wasn't
quite as thick as her daddy's, but it gave her no comfort at the time.
He slowed his strokes down and pressed very deep with each one.
Suddenly he clenched his jaws and held his breath, and she knew he was
pumping her full of his sperm. Then he sighed, relaxed, and pulled out.
He
sat heavily on the bed beside her. "I hope you've learned your lesson,"
he said, patting her gently on the stomach. He picked up his robe and
trudged out and down the corridor.
As soon as his steps had faded, she heard her father stride out from
his room and hurry in to hers.
"Jill, Jill, are you OK?" he asked, sitting on the bed beside her.
Jill sat up, feeling a surge of rage at her father she had never felt
before.
"Go away!" she cried. "I hate you!"
"Jill, Jill... There's blood on your cheek!" he said, reaching for it.
She
batted his hand away. Was there anyone she could count on? Cathy! Jill
marched to Cathy's room. Cathy was her one friend in the world. But she
could see by the dim light that Cathy wasn't in her room. It was way
past a little girl's bed time, and in any event the rest of the house
was all dark. She had a horrible thought. Was Cathy sleeping with one
of the other men?
Numb, frightened, and lost, Jill stopped by
the bathroom and saw the blood on her face. It was just a little, and
she wiped it away with a tissue. Red streaks crossed her cheek from the
spot that had been bleeding. She looked between her legs, and John's
sperm was oozing out of her. With disgust, she wiped it off the outside
of her, then stuck her finger up inside to try to pull the horrid stuff
out of her, but she couldn't really get much.
She returned to
her room, pushing past her anxious father. Then she saw -- the covers
were all strewn on the floor, of course. She slumped against the wall.
Her father quickly moved in and made her bed and pulled back the covers
for her. Numbly she collapsed on her bed, then lay down and pulled the
covers up herself. She turned away from her father and he left
hesitantly, turning out the light.
She woke at the first hint of
gray dawn and felt a wave of nausea as the evening's events came
flooding back to her. She tiptoed to Cathy's room. Once again, the room
was empty.
She tiptoed back and started into her room and
hesitated. She was so alone! She went into her father's room. When he
sensed her approach, he instantly raised the covers, and she spooned
back against him. He slowly draped his arm over her, waiting to see if
she would bat him away again. She let him envelop her. His actions
betrayed nothing but pure parental love. She started crying, then
sobbed. It seemed to her like she cried for hours. She and her daddy
missed breakfast, her daddy figuring she needed the extra sleep and he
didn't want to desert her. She knew her daddy would make no move to
make her do any chores in the morning, and he didn't.
"Sure," said Cathy brightly. "All three of them poke it into me. I
sleep with one or the other just about every night."
"And it's just OK? No problem?"
"Yeah, why not? It hurt when my daddy stretched me apart," the littler
one said, shuddering, "but not since then."
"Where's your daddy?"
"In
jail, I think," she said matter-of-factly. "My mommy's dead." Cathy
hurried on, apparently not wanting to get into her feelings about that.
"It was after she died that my daddy started doing me between the legs."
"And how did you get here?"
"When
my daddy went to jail, they sent me to one family for a couple days,
then another weird family. One day Uncle Zach just picked me up and
said I was going with him. I was happy to be away from the weird
family, and I like Uncle Zach. He drove us here."
"So Zach stuck it in you, then the others."
"First
it was just Zach, then after a few weeks John. Oscar didn't arrive
until a month or so ago, and then he did it to me too."
"And you don't mind?"
"No,"
said little Cathy nonchalantly. "They get on top of you, they stick
their dick in, and it slides in fine. Then it's 'unnh, unnh, unnh,
aaahhhh! and they're all done. The goop drips out, and there's no more
to it. Actually, they look kind of dumb up there, huffing and puffing
and moaning."
Jill gave a wan smile. She could see that. Even
through the haze of the violent rape she could remember John's huffing
and puffing and single-minded thrusting. She had never thought of her
dad that way, but then he was her dad and she loved him -- or at least
she used to, she thought with a surge of anger. But yeah, he looked
like that too: kind of ridiculous.
Jill's anger at her daddy
overcame the desperate loneliness she had felt that first night, and
she never slept with him again. She did sleep with Cathy now and then,
which they both liked. Otherwise she slept in her own bed, all by
herself, whenever she could.
Jill got used to doing her chore
with John. He was perfectly gentle if she just did as he said, and he
told her she was pretty. He pawed her over with his hands and rubbed
between her legs, but he always ended up on top of her, thrusting away
and pumping his goop up inside her. Sometimes he made her stay all
night. Mostly she resented it, but she realized that just having his
warm presence there was comforting sometimes. Sometimes he sent her
back to the peace of her own bed.
"Hi, sweetheart," Zach said as Jill let herself into his room. It was
10pm.
"Hi, Zach," she mumbled.
"You don't look so happy. Well, Cathy didn't at first either. I bet
you'll come to love it, eh?"
Jill
had steeled herself for this encounter, determined to keep her feelings
bottled up, and she wasn't going to think about any of that. She wanted
to get this over as fast as she could. She stripped matter-of-factly,
and sat on the bed next to him.
"Hold it!" Zach said. "Do a dance for me!"
Jill
didn't really know any dances, and she certainly didn't feel like
dancing. But she did her best to move her feet and twist her arms and
hips.
Zach laughed. "OK, OK," he said. "You are really beautiful, you know?"
Jill was getting tired of hearing it all the time.
As
he stripped, he looked her up and down, lust filling his eyes. "Oh,
I've got to have you right now!" he said urgently, as his hard cock
popped into view.
Dutifully, Jill lay back on the bed and spread
her legs. The guys didn't lube themselves any more. John simply stated
after grace at dinner one night that she and Cathy were expected to
lube themselves before a scheduled time with one of the men.
Zach
tried to get at her so fast that he bumped her shin. Then he had to
readjust his legs a couple times, but his twitching cock was not to be
deterred and she soon felt it ram up inside her. She yelped. He was
bigger than John or her daddy. But Zach didn't pause for a moment. He
thrust wildly, and in about ten seconds he bellowed as his climax came
and he pumped her young pussy full of his sperm.
When he pulled out, Jill was relieved that her duties were over so soon.
"Do I have to stay the night?" she asked, when he seemed mostly
recovered from his orgasm.
"Oh!
We're not done yet!" he said. "Now I've shot it once I can control
myself and we can really make love properly. Here, lie back."
Jill
lay back, and he proceeded to fondle her all over. It wasn't as careful
or loving as her daddy had been in the backrub days. He sucked her
nipples for a long time, and his hand spent a while between her legs,
massaging. He stuck different fingers up inside her over and over.
After a few minutes of that, she could feel his hard cock between them.
He
stood and motioned her to get up and face him. "Jump up!" he said. When
she hesitated he continued, "Jump up like you're going to hug me from
the front." When she still hesitated, he said, "Trust me, it will work."
Apprehensive, she jumped. He caught her.
"Wrap
your legs around behind my back," he said. His hands held her body and
moved it different ways. As he fumbled about, she felt his cock poking
against her from below, and after several tries, she felt it find her
opening and start in a little. The angle was wrong, but by shifting her
pelvis she cleared the way, and as he lowered her he impaled her on his
cock.
With her legs behind his back, his one hand on her butt,
the other behind her back, and anchored by his hard pole inside her
pussy, they were in a stable position.
"OK, now let's dance!" he
said, and waltzed her around his room. The slightly chubby man danced
with the beautiful little girl. Jill felt angry and resentful about the
entire situation, but just a bit below the surface, she was amused by
this dance.
Zach soon tired, though.
"Now let's do it from the rear!" he said lustily.
Jill looked confused.
"Go on, get up!"
Jill got up on the bed, but didn't know what to do next.
"Haven't your daddy or John done you from the rear?"
Jill shook her head.
"It's like doggies do it." This was no help, as Jill had never seen any
doggies doing it.
So
Zach demonstrated the position he wanted her to assume. After she
followed his example, he stood on the floor beside the bed and worked
his way into her.
"Oh, baby! Wooo! A doggy-style virgin!"
Jill
felt one more sting of degradation. His cock surged inside her, and
while he grabbed her hips, his organ banged back and forth, surging in
and out of her little-girl pussy.
As his rhythm quickened, he muttered under his breath, "Bitch! Cunt!
Whore! Bitch! Whore!" More degradation.
He
panted the words as his thrusts slowed and his organ swelled within
her. He then let out a simple "Oooooooo" as he emptied his balls up
inside her, then quickly withdrew. He sat down on the bed, chest
heaving and head down.
"OK, go, go!" he said, panting. "Get out!"
Jill
retrieved her dress and slid it on. She was out the door before she
realized she had forgotten her panties, but she wasn't going back for
them. Zach's seed was leaking down her leg.
Although Zach liked
to try various different things, most of the time he ended up doing her
the old-fashioned way, on top. He pressed in so urgently and hard he
moved her up the bed. She learned to brace her hands above her head
against the wall to keep him from crushing her head against it.
Jill
sighed as she finished pushing the lube up inside herself and rubbing
it around her pussy lips. It had been one new man a week. Two down, one
to go.
It was time for Oscar.
Oscar was the quietest of
the four men. But she had learned that a man could be quite different
in the bedroom from a man in the rest of life. John was gruff in the
world, brutal the one time she had disobeyed him, but otherwise kind
and sweet in bed. Zach was jovial and friendly around the house, but in
the bedroom he seemed to relish degrading her. Her daddy -- well, her
daddy was a totally different case.
"Hi, Jill," Oscar said softly. He sat on his bed, fully dressed in
jeans and flannel shirt.
"Hi, Oscar," she said wearily and began stripping.
"No,
wait!" Oscar said. Once she had rearranged herself, he took her gently
by the shoulders, then let her go. "Let me just look at you." After
several seconds he said, "OK, turn around slowly... Oh, Jill, you are
just so beautiful." He moaned hungrily.
"Could you sit in my
lap," he said. Once she was settled there, he just stroked her hair,
over and over, then kissed her cheek once.
Jill thought that at this speed of foreplay she might be there forever,
but Oscar said, "OK, thank you so much. You can go now."
When Jill looked confused, he said, "You are just so beautiful ... I
can't imagine actually ..."
He hesitated and looked embarrassed. "Would you mind just pulling down
your panties so I can look -- just for a moment?"
A
little touched by his kindness, she reached under her dress to pull her
panties down but kept her privates covered by the dress. She then
slowly pulled her dress up, smiling at him as she revealed more and
more of her thighs.
As he caught a glimpse of her smooth little
labia, he said, "OK, OK, that's enough!" motioning her to let the dress
drop. His face looked like the other guys did when they were humping
away. "You can go now..."
She had pulled her panties up and grabbed the door handle before he
spoke again.
"Jill? Would you mind... if you're willing... not to tell the other
guys I didn't do more with you?"
Jill
smiled. To keep one more set of grubby male paws off her body, to keep
one more nasty huge prick out of her young cunt, and to keep more sperm
from being shot into her ... why, to accomplish that she would do a
great deal! And keeping quiet would be no trouble at all.
On impulse, she walked back to him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Sure!" she said.
The
expression on his face and the moan that escaped his lips looked just
like she would have thought if he had been spurting, but that wasn't
possible, was it?
Jill
woke with a start in the middle of night to a figure looming at her
bedside, whispering her name urgently. At first she was filled with
dread at the thought of one of the men deciding he just had to unload
his balls up inside her at that particular moment. Then she relaxed
when she realized it was Cathy.
"Can I get in bed with you, Jill? Please?"
"Of course, of course," Jill replied groggily.
No
sooner was the littler girl under the covers than she dissolved in
tears. "I hate it! I hate having them poke it up my private weewee all
the time! I had a dream! They all had snakes instead of penises, and
the snakes were all writhing up my legs, all trying to slither inside
me." She shuddered.
Jill hugged and comforted her friend Cathy.
Her feelings were a little bit mixed. She didn't want Cathy to be
miserable, of course. But she also felt more of a bond if Cathy hated
it too.
When Cathy seemed calm again, Jill spoke. "Cathy, does my dad do it to
you too?"
"Of course, silly! He's nice."
"Oh."
Jill felt a surge of jealousy. She didn't want her daddy fucking her
any more, but she didn't like the idea of him fucking anyone else,
either.
Cathy must have felt her reaction, because she said, "You don't mind do
you?"
"No, no..."
Cathy
hesitated before speaking. "He told me not to tell, but if you won't
tell I think you'd like to know. Before he touched me, he told me how
much he loved you, and how it broke his heart to hear John raping you.
He cried."
Tears came to Jill's eyes. He did care!
"But after ten minutes he smiled and groped me all over and then fucked
me just like the others."
Jill felt angry again, but it eventually settled down.
"Cathy?"
"Mmmmm?"
"What about your mother?"
"Oh,"
said the younger one, shifting a bit in the bed. "I can barely remember
back to when she was normal, but I think she loved me. I have warm
feelings from back then. But then she got sick, and it was all about
her. For months at the end, she was just there, lying in bed like a
lump. No one paid any attention to me."
"I'm sorry, Cathy," Jill said softly.
The little girl cried a little.
From then on the girls slept together whenever one of the men wasn't
insisting on their night-time company.
Ever
since the night when John had raped her, Jill had been very cold to her
father, and her daddy hadn't made any moves to approach her. Cathy's
words reinforced what she knew -- he loved her, deeply. Just not enough
to keep himself from fucking her day in and day out for months, and not
enough to keep other people from raping her.
But she decided she wanted answers.
"Dad," she said.
"Come
in, come in!" her dad said with a broad smile. She figured he had been
respecting her desire for distance but was delighted to respond if she
was at all friendly.
"Dad," she said, letting her anger die down. "Dad, what's really going
on? Why did we move here? What's up?"
His
face darkened. But he looked at her, and said, "You deserve the truth."
He reached out slowly to stroke her cheek, but Jill shied away and he
quickly withdrew his hand.
"Where do I start. Let's see. It's
true, I lost my job. They were actually separate contracts, but I lost
them all. I couldn't concentrate. I was so obsessed with sex with you I
couldn't keep my thoughts on anything else. Nothing else seemed to
matter." He paused to look at her.
She wasn't sure what he was expecting, but she just remained silent and
waited.
"So
I knew I was in trouble. A guy can't mention this to anybody in real
life because they'll turn you in. But there are discussions online. I
tried to join them so I could talk with other guys who had feelings for
their daughters, and how to avoid acting on them. But I struck up some
one-on-one correspondences too. Not everyone was succeeding in
resisting the temptations of young girls, and some weren't even trying.
One guy I met online was John. I told him about losing the jobs and
being worried about the future. He mentioned how he owned this property
and was lonely since his wife died. He had seen a way of trying to
fulfill his lifelong dream, and Zach and Cathy were the beginning of
that. He told me they were living here, and said how he was so happy
having sex with Cathy sometimes. And how she didn't mind. He said you
and I could come with a similar arrangement. He would provide
everything, so we wouldn't need any money. And... and..." he looked
down.
"And you'd get to fuck Cathy too!" Jill added with some heat.
"Yes," he said, slouching. "That was part of it." He paused. "A big
part."
"And where does Oscar come in? He didn't come with any girl."
"Oscar,"
her dad said, "likes little girls too. He makes a lot of money, and he
knows how to make sure we don't give ourselves away by a mistake on the
internet."
"But of course you knew I'd have to let John and Zach and Oscar fuck
me."
"I... I thought you'd get used to it and wouldn't mind. I never thought
he'd rape you," he said lamely.
Jill thought about it.
"So," she said, simply, "now when I do my 'chores' I am actually
providing for the whole family. Being the breadwinner!"
Her daddy managed one look at her before slumping, his head falling
into his hands.
"I've been a terrible father, Jill, terrible. I'm sorry." He sniffled.
"I'm so sorry."
Rage engulfed Jill and she kicked out hard, dealing a terrific blow to
her daddy's shin.
"Ouch!"
She regretted what she had done at once.
"Oh, daddy, I'm sorry ... are you OK?"
Her daddy winced, then managed to look up at her then and smile. "I
guess I should give you a time out for that."
Jill felt a flicker of warmth, remembering fondly the happy life they
had lived before. She almost smiled.
"But I deserved it. You can kick me as many times as you want," he
said, his head once again falling into his hands as he cried.
But she didn't, of course. On the surface it felt a little good to hear
him say that, but underneath, it felt awful.