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Subject: {ASSM} Daddy's Whore by Laura Lynn Davis, M/F, Rape, Incest
Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2002 19:10:03 -0500
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Daddy's Whore by Laura Lynn Davis, M/F, Rape, Incest
Copyright 2002


	I was fourteen, a freshman at St. Mary's, when my mother died.  I was a 
slender, pretty tomboy with dark hair.  I didn't have much of a figure, 
still don't, but I did have a nice little butt and slim, pretty legs.  Like 
the other girls, I rolled the waistband of my uniform skirt to show more of 
my legs.  It was the only act of defiance that was socially acceptable for a 
Catholic schoolgirl.  I noticed early on that the girls with nice legs were 
rarely reprimanded by teachers or administrators.  Today, with lawsuits 
being filed at the drop of a hat they never dare say a word.

	My mother died in late fall and the day of her funeral was dark and cold.  
I didn't know it at the time but it was an omen of what life would be like 
for me for years afterward.  As a senior noncommissioned officer my father 
had a lot of freedom to come and go as he pleased and it wasn't unusual for 
him to be home when I got home from school.  Nor was it unusual for him to 
return to the post and not return until the following day.

	One day, about a week after mom's funeral, I came home and found daddy in 
the kitchen, drinking beer.  It was unsual for him to drink during duty 
hours but I didn't think much about it.  I was fixing a snack for myself 
when he said, "Laura, honey, please bring me another beer."

	I got a Budweiser out of the refrigerator and brought over to the table.  
He slipped his arm around my waist and smiled.  "How was school today?"

	I was pleased by this show of affection since my father had never been a 
demonstrative person.  I leaned against the chair and told him about my 
problems with Algebra and my disappoint that the soccer team hadn't made the 
state tournament.

	My voice faltered when I felt his hand on the back of my leg, just above my 
knee but I continued talking.  He ran his hand up the back of my thigh and I 
fell silent as it came to rest on my bottom.  I tried to pull away, saying, 
"Please, daddy.  No."

	He grabbed my wrists with his free hand and I stood there, blushing with 
shame as he tugged my panties down and fondled my bare bottom.  "Now that 
mom's gone you're going to have to be the woman of the house and that means 
more than cooking and cleaning."

	I stood there, weeping, while he stripped me down to my knee socks.  He 
pulled me onto his lap and fondled me while he drank his beer.  I stopped 
crying when pinched my thigh and said, "I'll give you something to cry about 
if you don't shut up."

	At one point, he ran his hand over my breasts and said, "You're just like 
your mother, no tits to speak of."  I was barely into an a-cup at the time.  
When he was finished with his beer he took me into his bed and raped me.  I 
struggled until he got made and used his belt on my bare ass.

	After that, I lay quietly, staring at the ceiling while he took my 
virginity.  He used a condom so there wouldn't be any evidence or any chance 
of me getting pregnant.  But he didn't like condoms.  What he did like was 
making me take him in my mouth and he always made me swallow every drop of 
his cum.

	Six months later, I had my first orgasm.  I knew then that I was nothing 
but a slut and a whore.  Daddy made some rules - one was that I didn't wear 
clothes when both of us were home alone.  He liked seeing me naked when I 
was having my period.  He got a kick out of watching me insert a tampon.  
That was another of his rules - I had no privacy and was forbidden to close 
the bathroom door.

	By the time I turned fifteen I was truly daddy's whore.  To my everlasting 
shame, I felt proud when he told me I was a better fuck that mom ever was.  
I enjoyed being fucked even though I hated the fact that it was daddy who 
was fucking me.  It was a rare occasion when I didn't reach orgasm.

	Daddy beat the crap out of me one night when he caught me giving a blowjob 
to one of my classmates.  Word got around that he was super protective and 
the boys stayed away from me.  Nobody had a clue because, unlike many abused 
girls, I kept my grades up.  I knew that going to collge was my one sure way 
out.

	I continued to play three sports and I played hard.  It was a good 
explanation for the frequent brusies on my arms and legs.  I graduated with 
a 3.96 GPA and numerous awards for being the best female athlete at St. 
Mary's.

	The summer after I graduated I worked at a lifeguard at the town pool.  I'd 
been accepted at several good schools but had chosen to go to a small, 
Division III school so I could continue to play three sports.  I got a 
partial academic scholarship that paid three quarters of my tuition.  I 
covered the rest with some student loans and I soon gave up lacrosse in 
order to work.  I worked my ass off all the way through college.  And, once 
in a while, I'd go into the city and let some married guy pick me up and 
fuck me.  They were usually very generous.

	By then, daddy was in prison.  I came home from the pool one evening and 
daddy seemed nervous.  I took my bathing suit off and began to prepare 
dinner.  While the chicken was in the oven daddy took me into the bedroom 
and fucked me.  I was in the bathroom when the MPs came and arrested him.  
He'd been selling weapons he'd stolen from the armory.  He was convicted and 
went to prison for ten years.  By that time his trial started my freshman 
year in college was almost over.

	I was hysterical when they took him away.  A social worker calmed me down 
and I almost told her what had been going on.  But I didn't 'cause I knew it 
would follow me for the rest of my life.  I was allowed to stay in the house 
until I left for school.  Not out of kindness, the landlord enjoyed having 
me suck his cock once a week.

	Now, I'm living alone after breaking up with the woman I lived with for 
several months.  I was married for nearly four years and after my divorce I 
began to explore the strong attraction I've always felt toward other women.  
I'm not a lesbian, at least I don't think of myself as a lesbian.  I still 
enjoy sex with men, especially oral sex, but I have to admit that I enjoy 
sex with women much more than with men.

	I'm very submissive with women and I fantasize about being enslaved by a 
strong, attractive woman.  I almost achieved my dream with a woman I met 
last summer.  But, in the end, her demands were more than I could handle in 
real life.

	My life is bright and dark by turns.  The dark periods are as intense as 
ever but they don't last as long these days.  Maybe someday I'll meet a 
woman who'll take me and use me like a whore should be used, without giving 
me the slightest choice in the matter.

The End











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