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Subject: {ASSM} A Visit from Daddy by Laura Lynn Davis, M/F, Rape, Incest
Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2002 19:10:01 -0500
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A Visit from Daddy by Laura Lynn Davis, M/F, Rape, Incest
Copyright 2002



NOTE:  Anyone who's read my bio at www.asstr-mirror.org or has corresponded with me 
for any length of time knows certain things about me, including the fact 
that I was sexually abused by my father for almost four years, beginning 
after my mother's death when I was fourteen.  It ended after he was arrested 
and convicted for a completely different crime.  There's a lot of residual 
anger that still affects me to this day.  When he went to prison I was a 
freshman in college.  I began seeing a therapist but after a few months I 
stopped because he seemed more interested in hearing about the abuse then 
actually helping me.  I realized I'd have to deal with it myself.  It hasn't 
been a complete success but I've managed to remain functional, more or less. 
  I even got married and remained married for nearly four years.  We woke up 
one morning and realized we didn't really love each other and Arthur, who'd 
been homesick for as long as I'd known him, went back to Australia.  I'd 
always been interested in other women and after Arthur's departure I began 
to gravitate more and more towards women, eventually moving in with a woman 
a few years older than me, a woman who dominated me almost completely.  I've 
fantasized for years about being enslaved and I thought she was the one 
who'd finally help me live my fantasy.  But she made some demands that I 
wasn't ready to accept and we broke up just before Christmas 2001.  I moved 
back to my apartment and back to a solitary life.  Then, a couple of days 
into 2002 my father showed up at my door.  That's what this story is about.  
Some names and places have been changed for the usual reasons.


	I got home from work and left a trail of discarded clothing behind me as I 
headed straight for the tub, my refuge in times of strife.  I started the 
water running and added some bath oil.  Then I slipped my panties off and 
stepped into the tub.  I stayed there for an hour, a folded towel behind my 
neck, and almost managed to fall asleep.

	When I got out of the tub I dried myself off and slipped on an old set of 
sweats that I'd cut down - removing the arms from the shirt and cutting the 
legs of the pants off quite short.  I keep my apartment quite warm because I 
like to sweat when I exercise.

	I put on a pot of coffee and sat down to read the paper while it brewed.  
It was almost done when I heard a knock on my door.  I walked over and 
looked through the peephole.  A man was standing there and it took me a 
moment to realize that it was my father!  He's nearing fifty and I hadn't 
seen him in more than ten years.  I stood there, shivering, hoping he'd go 
away.

	But he didn't.  He banged on the door and said, "I know you're there 
Laurie.  Let's not have a scene here."

	I took a deep breath to calm myself.  "Go away or I'll call the police."

	He chuckled.  "Open the fucking door, Laurie.  Or would you rather have me 
kick my way in?"

	I opened the door and he strolled in like he owned the place.  I closed the 
door but didn't lock it.  He noticed and he locked it.  "You're looking 
good, baby."  He stopped and sniffed.  "Is that fresh coffee I smell."

	I nodded.  "Yes, daddy.  I just brewed a fresh pot."  God, he'd only been 
there for a minute and he'd already taken over.  I walked into the kitchen 
and got two mugs down from the cabinet.

	He followed and touched me on the shoulder.  "How have you been, honey?"

	I leaned on the counter and whispered, "I've been fine, daddy.  Why didn't 
the people in Kansas let me know you were being  released?"  His hand moved 
down across my back, into my pants.  I closed my eyes and gripped the edge 
of the counter tightly as he caressed my buttocks.  I knew he wasn't going 
to answer my question.

	"Ummm.  No panties, just like the big girls."  He fondled me for a few 
moments while I stared off into space, my mind already retreating from 
reality.  "Pour me a cup, honey.  But first tell me why you're still dressed 
when I've been here for nearly five minutes.  You know daddy's rule.  Recite 
it for me, like a good girl."

	I felt the tears sliding down my cheeks as I recited daddy's rule about 
clothes.  "I'm not allowed to wear clothes when we're home alone."  I 
slipped my pants down and stepped out of them.  Then I pulled my shirt off 
over my head and tossed it aside.  I poured daddy's coffee and fixed it the 
way he like it.  He smiled as I brought it to the table. I stood there, 
crying silently, while he examined my body.

	"When did you start shaving down there?"

	"A while ago.  The woman I was living with preferred me bare."

	He nodded and sipped his coffee.  "So, you're muff diving now?"

	I shrugged.  "I prefer women these days."

	He grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer, cupping my vulva with his free 
hand.  "This belongs to me.  Don't you ever forget it.  Understand?"

	Sobbing, I blubbered, "Yes, daddy."

	"What are you?"

	"A whore.  I'm a whore, daddy."

	"Who's whore?"

	"Your's daddy.  I'm your whore.  I'm your cute little cocksucking whore 
cunt."  The litany was one I'd recited many times when I was a teenager.

	He released me, patting my bottom.  "Go into the bedroom and wait for me."

	I turned and walked away without replying.  I stretched out on my bed and 
waited for my daddy to come in and fuck me.  He took his time and when he 
finally came in and began to undress I was amazed at how much more muscular 
he was these days.  I spread my legs and stared at the ceiling while he 
fucked me.  I was determined not to show any reaction at all but my body 
betrayed me and I reached orgasm just before he did.

	When he rolled off me I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow, 
sobbing because I was still daddy's whore.  After a while he began to stroke 
my buttocks.  "You've still got the best ass I've ever seen.  Are you still 
cherry back here?"

	I nodded.  "Yes, daddy."

	He grunted.  "Good.  Reach back and spread yourself."

	I shook my head and wailed, "NNNooo!"   But I reached back and spread my 
buttocks.  I shivered when he touched my anus with the tip of his finger.  
Anal sex has always terrified and disgusted me.  But, perversely, just 
thinking about it turns me on faster than anything.  I've had many 
satsifying orgasms just by having my lover tease my anus with the tip of a 
finger or a tongue.

	Daddy stroked it lightly, knowingly.  After a while I was totally, 
completely aroused.  "Do you want daddy to fuck you again?"

	I stared at the wall without answering.  But, after a minute, I nodded and 
whispered, "Yes, daddy.  Please fuck me again."

	"Where?"  As he spoke he pushed his finger against my anus, penetrating 
slightly.

	"Noooo!  Please!  I can't!"  I began to sob.

	"Where, whore?"

	Sobbing, I wailed.  "In my ass, daddy.  Fuck me in my ass!"

	He pushed a pillow under my hips and I stared at the wall, sobbing, while 
he pushed his cock into my virgin asshole.  My worst nightmare, my most 
exciting fantasy, was coming true.  Daddy was fucking me in my tight little 
ass.  I was twenty-eight years old and taking it in the ass for the first 
time.  His hips slammed against my buttocks as he drove his cock into my ass 
as hard as he could.  He came again, shooting his cum deep into my rectum.  
My hand was busy between my legs and I came a few moments later.

	Daddy stayed until noon the following day.  He fucked me again in the 
morning and I took him in my mouth just before he left.  He told me some 
people were going to be looking for him so he was going to have to disappear 
for a while.  He told me to answer all of their questions and they'd realize 
that I didn't know anything and leave me alone.  I told him not to come 
back, ever.  He smiled and fondled my tits for a moment.  "See ya, honey."  
And then he was gone.

	After he was gone I ran the tub full of water and placed three safety pins 
in a cup of alcohol and set it on the edge of the tub before getting in.  I 
gagged myself so the neighbors wouldn't hear me scream as I pushed the 
safety pins through my clit and clit hood.  I kept them there for 48 hours, 
to punish my body for betraying me again.

	My daddy's on the run for God knows what but I know that he'll be back 
someday.  And I'll make coffee and take my clothes off and then I'll spread 
my legs for him.  Why shouldn't I?  After all, I'm daddy's whore.

	Three days later I received a visit from the people daddy had mentioned.  I 
was surprised that one of them was a woman.  They were polite but there was 
a distinct air of menace about them.  The man was tall, in his late 
thirties, and very fit.  The woman was my height, also very fit, and younger 
than her partner, maybe thirty.

	I was wearing the same outfit I'd been wearing when daddy arrived.  They 
pushed their way past me and the man looked around while the woman and I 
stared at each other in silence.  When he was satisifed I was alone he 
returned and he began questioning me.  I refused to say a word, refused even 
to look at him.

	After a few minutes the woman, who'd remained silent until then, glanced at 
her partner and said, "John, why don't you wait in the hall while I talk to 
Ms. Davies."  He got up and left, closing the door softly behind him.

	As soon as we were alone she patted the sofa cushion and said, "Come and 
sit here with me."

	I shook my head.  "No, I'll stay here."

	I've never seen anyone move so fast.  One moment she was sitting on the 
sofa and the next she was standing over me, her hand wrapped in my 
sweatshirt.  She pulled me to my feet and said, "On the sofa, now."

	I stumbled across the room and sat down.  She sat next to me and smiled.  
"There, that's better."  She put her hand on my knee and squeezed gently.  
"You're a very attractive woman, Ms. Davies.  Would it be okay for me to 
call you Laurie?"

	I nodded, shivering as her hand moved slowly up my thigh.  "I find that 
people are more truthful when they're nude so I'd like you to undress.  
Please."  She squeezed my thigh and I shivered, terrified by the cold, dead 
look in her eyes.  At that moment I knew she'd snuff my life out without 
thinking twice if she thought I was any kind of threat or if I lied or 
hindered them in any way.  I stood up and removed my clothes.

	She began to question me and I answered everything truthfully.  After a few 
minutes it became obvious to her that I didn't know a thing but she 
continued to question me.  As she did she kept stroking me - thighs, 
shoulders, arms, my back.  It was totally non-sexual.  She stroked me the 
same way you'd stroke a frighten animal to calm it and gain its trust.  And 
it worked.

	When she asked me why my father had come to see me I looked her straight in 
the eye and said, "He came to fuck me.  I'm his whore."
And I told her everything, back to when I was fourteen.  She sat there, 
listening quietly, stroking me, and I thought I saw something like sympathy 
in her eyes for a split second.

	Finally, satisifed that I knew nothing of value, she got up and walked to 
the door.  She paused for a moment with her hand on the knob.  I forced a 
smile as she turned her head to look at me.  "Don't you want to fuck me?  
Everyone else does."  I paused and when she didn't answer I pleaded, 
"Please, fuck me."

	Her expression never changed.  She shook her head and said, "I'm sorry."  
She opened the door and slipped out, closing it softly behind her.  I sat 
there with my legs drawn up and cried myself to sleep.

The End





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