Perverts 'R' Us

Flashbacks

By Anonymous ( M/g, Rape )

The following story is intended for mature audiences only. If you are not yet 18, then you should read no further (get to school, you little pervert!). If graphic non-consensual sex between an adult male and an 8 year old girl offends you, leave now and read no further.

Something really strange happened to me recently and I am not sure how to deal with it yet. I am not sure what's real any more and I am not sure I really want to know. I have to tell somebody and since I can't really afford a shrink, I am going to tell you about it. OK, here goes.

My father passed away just a few weeks ago and something odd happened to me at the first viewing that our family had for him (prior to a funeral held in grand catholic tradition). I was lurking in the back of the funeral parlor to avoid looking too closely at the body. I loudly told anyone who asked that it was because I didn't want that memory to be the last one of my father that I ever had in my head. Strangely enough, it wouldn't be. There I am hanging on a couch with my brother and his wife, compulsively drinking from the water cooler like a desert fountain, when I suddenly see another funeral parlor in my mind's eye.

My father is leading me by the hand to the back of the room and the water cooler. It's my grandmother's wake. My mother is kneeling by her mother's casket sobbing at her own father's side. My father gets me a paper cone full of cold clear water and when I am finished with it leads me out into the almost empty hall beyond the viewing room. He knocks lightly on a paneled door and the funeral director opens it to us. Dad gives the man a strained smile and asks if we could use his office for a while, as he needs someplace quiet and private to talk with me about what's going on here. He explains I am only 8 years old and very confused about this whole wake-funeral ritual. The funeral director graciously tells him to take his time and also where he'll be found if my father needs anything further. I'm confused all right, but I know that Daddy doesn't really care. I am dreading the moment when that office door will shut behind him.

I'm nudged into the room and the door clicks shut behind us. Daddy carefully locks the door and turns to look down at me. I know the look. I've seen it before. I know what's coming but I still wait to be told, hoping against hope that I'm wrong but knowing I am not. In a quiet tone, Daddy commands, "On your knees, slut. You know the drill."

I flush as I obey his command. I drop to my knees and reach up for his fly. "That's it, whore, take it out. Good. Now you know what to do, so start sucking Daddy's cock, my little cum dumpster." I pull his rapidly stiffening prick from his pants and lean forward wrapping my lips around it. I look straight up into his eyes knowing that to break eye contact is the first step to a beating. I lick rapidly all around the tip, playing with the slit in the end and swirling my experienced tongue around the head before sliding it down the central vein and lapping at his hairy balls.

He moans ever so softly, excited by this act of taboo here in a public place where only feet away in the next room the body of his hated mother-in-law lies forever vanquished. I sink my lips down the shaft and then drag them up slowly, just the way he likes it. He pants down at me, "That fucking know-it-all cunt is dead! Fucking slut never did know her place, but you do, don't you my little whore-baby?"

I answer with a "mmm-hmm" muffled by the thick meat filling my mouth. My gray blue eyes never break contact with his baby blue gaze. My tongue is lashing the tip again and he groans a little louder. I sink my lips down to the base of his staff once more.

"That's it my slut, suck your Daddy's big cock. Yeah! Fuck Yeah! That's it, take it all!"

He grabs the back of my head pulling my face against his groin, his pubic hair poking into the corners of my eyes, the friction with his skin peeling back my now tightly closed eyelids. He begins to thrust his hips back and forth now, taking over the rhythm I had established. His strokes lengthen and soon he is deep fucking my throat as I gasp and choke for air around his long member.

He is whisper screaming hoarsely now. "God, yes, that's it! That's it! God I wish I could fuck your tight pussy right now cunt! I'm gonna tear it up later, gonna rip you open tonight my fucking cock slut-tight cunted-baby fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck yeah! Swallow it Bitch! Swallow it all!" I feel the eruption start beneath my fingers in his balls and travel through the shaft before exploding down my throat. I swallow several times before the spewing torrent is exhausted. I pull back and resume eye contact as I gulp large lungfuls of precious air.

He pulls his arm back and delivers one stinging back hand slap across my face. I land on the floor on my back and look up at him with tears gathering in my eyes. He swoops down on me and roughly shoves his hand under my dress and invades my panties. A thick finger finds my tiny hole and is jammed inside, his rough fingernail scoring a bloody scratch in my tight tunnel. "Remember bitch, this is my fucking pussy. I fucking made it and I own it. I'll fuck it whenever I fucking want, got that cunt?" He pumps his finger in and out a few times, twisting it and scraping me sore as I nod and say, "Yes sir, it's your pussy, I am your cunt." I'm still leaking tears but he doesn't care. I think he likes it better when I cry.

Suddenly I was back on the couch beside my sister-in-law, who leans over and whispers to me, "Are you ok? You look like you're gonna pass out!" I gasped in a few breaths before I managed a strangled reply that I was fine, and it must be my blood sugar. I grabbed my purse and staggered to the bathroom. I managed to regain some of my composure while in the bathroom but returned to the viewing room still leaking a few tears. No one realized they were not for my father's death. I endured the rest of that evening and the funeral the next morning.

Upon returning to my mother's house after the burial, I joined the throng of family and friends who had gathered for food and companionship. I tried to block out thoughts of the scene that had played in my head the day before. I succeeded for part of the afternoon and following a lull in conversation, I wandered upstairs to my old bedroom. I looked around and smiled thinking that it was much neater than when I had occupied it. I curled up in a corner of the bed, with my back to the wall and could keep the thoughts at bay no longer. I thought of the gathering downstairs and could remember a similar one after my grandmother's funeral.

The after-wake gathering drags on into the evening and finally my mother decides to stay with her father for the night. My brother had asked to stay over at his best friend's and I beg to be allowed to stay with Mommy. She tells me she needs to be alone with her Dad so they can mourn and that I will be going home with Daddy. It is the last thing I want but Mommy is decided and to argue further will invite punishment from her as well as what my father has in store for me. I subside and return home to the empty house with my father.

As soon as we get in the car he grabs me and jerks me to him. I am fairly small for my age and he handles me like a rag doll. His mouth covers mine and his tongue invades me. He smothers me with his hot lips and large wet tongue while his thick fingers violate my tiny pussy. After a few minutes of fingering me roughly he tosses me down on the seat beside him and starts up the engine. "Just wait till we get home slut. Daddy's gonna fuck you all night long, ram my big thick cock up that tiny little cunt till it bleeds, fuck you so hard you won't walk straight for a week! Maybe I'll fuck that tight little ass of yours this time...yeah...tear you wide open little whore, rip that ass hole open...mmmm...yeah..."

I am frozen in terror. He's been in my pussy a few times and it always hurts so bad, bleeds for days afterward and makes taking a bath an agony. However, he's never fucked me in the ass before and I am even more frightened of that than the other. His litany continues all the way home as he enumerates all the ways he wants to hurt me. I know that this time will be worse than ever. I've never heard him so excited before. All the other incidents occurred when my mother was due to come home some time. But now he has me for the whole night and the prospect obviously delights him. Any grief I may have felt at my grandmother's passing has long since been eclipsed by terror of my father and the night ahead.

He drags me in the house with a hand anchored in my long golden hair. He brings me to my bedroom and tosses me down on the bed. "Get naked cunt!" comes the sharp order. Cringing, I take off my black patent leather shoes and frilled white socks, then I slip my black velvet baby doll dress over my head and pull off my frilly blue panties. I drop my clothes in a heap by the bed and look over at him. He's lost his jacket, tie and shirt and is in the process of pulling off his dress pants. His shoes and socks are gone as well. "Get over here and take off Daddy's shorts." I get up and approach him as he stands before me, clad only in the thinnest of cotton boxers, his erection poking out the slit in front. I reach up and ease down the elastic waist taking care to slip the fabric over his hard cock gently. I slide them all the way down to his feet and wait for him to step from them. He frees each foot and then stands towering over my crouched figure.

He leans down now and picks me up off the floor. He carries me back to the bed and tosses me on my back. He crawls up my body and straddles my chest. Bringing his cock to my lips he waits for me to act. I open my mouth and he thrusts inside. I swallow him deep into my throat almost immediately and he groans loudly. "That's it little slut, you just love Daddy's fuck meat don't you?" I nod as I continue to swallow his cock, the movements massaging the length of his prick. My eyes are locked with his and I am hoping against hope that if I give him a good enough blow job he will forgo fucking me tonight.

I lick and suck and massage his cock with every trick he's taught me but it isn't enough. He shoots his thick wad in my throat and I swallow every drop. As he pulls his dick from my lips he pulls me up by the shoulders. I feel his still hard cock pressing against me, just below my chest. "Now suck-slut, Daddy's gonna fuck that tight baby cunt. Gonna watch you bleed on my cock again and again all night long."

He pushes me down on the bed and spreads my trembling thighs wide. Leaning down he spits into my pussy and then rams two fingers into me. Twisting the fingers back and forth inside me he smears his spit around while his rough cut nails score bloody scratches inside my tight passage.

"Yeah, that pussy's still so fucking tight, whore. I ain't been in this snatch for months, time enough for it to tighten up again...mmmm...this is gonna feel so good my baby girl, my little pain slut." He kneels over me on the bed now, his hard cock thrusting out over my belly, thick and long, that cock that would soon be splitting me apart, forcing it's way inexorably into my body, causing the worst agony I've ever felt in my admittedly short life. He is panting now, the sweat gathering on his chest and forehead as he spreads my legs farther apart and pulls his hips back, lining up his tool with my slit.

I try to tell myself to relax and maybe it won't hurt so badly, but I am unable to unclench my nether muscles. I have been here before and I know how it hurts, I can't relax, I can't! I feel the smooth velvet head of his large blunt cock touch my lips, he rubs it up and down a few times, smearing his dripping pre-cum over my tight opening, suddenly he is pressing forward. I feel my lips part, then stretch, trying to accommodate his large girth, they stretch as far as they can and still he presses forward.

I feel my lips tear. The impossibly stretched skin splits open from the pressure, and swiftly he shoves forward with a loud groan and I scream as the tear widens and he forces his entire bulb inside. He doesn't stop though, doesn't even slow, his momentum sends his cock gouging deeply into my body. I feel his hands at my waist holding me down as I buck and twist, instinctively fighting to rid my body of its agonizing invader.

"Yeah, that's it slut, fight, fight it, God that is sooo good. Take it bitch, take all of it!" His hands pull me toward him as he jerks his hips forward driving more of his turgid length into my helpless body. My teeth are clenched, I taste blood in my mouth, and my head whips side to side thrashing in incredible agony. He stabs into me with short savage jerks that are tearing me open, ripping my tender flesh.

I don't even know I am crying, that the tears are pouring down my face, choking in my throat. All I know is the pain knifing up my spine and shooting through my belly. He pauses for a moment and the tearing sensation eases, leaving a terrible aching throb in my loins. I am sobbing, gasping for air. He leans down to whisper to me, "It's only half in, baby-whore. We still have a long way to go." His smile is pure evil, violent lust written all over his face, tensing every line of his large body. He pulls back slightly and I whimper as the sides of his cock drag along the sore walls of my cunt. He rams forward again with a hoarse shout and I feel myself tear further, he is twisting his hips now and each movement drills his length further into me. I am screaming again, but my voice is already growing raspy, my throat drying quickly. I feel him meet a barrier and pause, he chuckles, "MMMM, I love your little cunt, it's like I get to bust your cherry open every time!" He slams himself forward and my scream cuts off as I pass out from the ultimate intrusion.

I sat on my bed with tears running down my face. I realized then what my father had done to me. Every time he had fucked my under developed and under sized body he had torn through my cervix and into my uterus. I had always had particularly painful periods and my gynecologist had told me my cervix was distorted, that it was unlikely that I would ever carry a child to full term due to this deformity. He had asked then if intercourse was painful for me and I had had to admit that at 22 I still wasn't sexually active and so didn't know. I was painfully shy around men, could never relax enough to let a man close enough for lovemaking. Now I suspected I was finding out why...

I regain consciousness with a stinging face and my father's hand repeatedly slapping my face. I struggle weakly to escape only to realize I am pinned to the bed by his cock. My belly feels stuffed full and I look down at my stomach to see a slight bulge under the flesh above my pubic bone, where I am still impaled on his raging staff.

"Eyes on me cunt, I want to see you feel this!" My tear drenched gaze snaps back to meet his baby blue eyes gleaming malevolently down into mine. He starts pumping me with long brutal strokes and I whimper and gasp from the pain of every movement. I can feel his flesh sliding in and out more smoothly, lubricated with my blood. The friction from his movements abrades my already torn and savaged flesh and I feel no pleasure from his fervent fucking.

"Oh yeah, oh God yeah, this is so good, oh fuck you're tight! You're so fucking tight! Baby cunt, my cunt! Oh fuck, I own this fucking cunt! Oh fuck so fucking goooood! Fuck, just like a fist, uuuggghhh, like a fucking vice! Tight fist-cunted slut!" His sweat was flying now, pouring off him and drenching me as his balls were slapping my ass with every violent thrust of his meat into my torn and bleeding fuck hole.

The litany of obscenities continued as he seems to try to fuck right through my spine. Suddenly he stops. He groans and trembles. He closes his eyes and clenches his teeth. "Can't hold it! Gotta hold it! Not gonna cum yet! Nooo!" He shakes all over trying hard to hold back. I start praying that he will lose his battle, please let him finish! He shudders and stills, shudders and stills again. His breathing slows, he stops trembling and he grins in triumph as his cock starts to slide forward again.

I whimper in distress and he chuckles. "Oh no slut, it's not that easy! Your not gonna make me cum before I am ready!" However, his thrusts are not as hard and fast as before. He reaches toward our joined bodies and I feel his fingers on my nub. He starts rubbing me as he slides in and out. I feel it now, that tingling and trembling. My pussy muscles clench around him and he groans.

I can't help it. As he continues to frig me, my pussy is milking his cock. His every thrust is still agony, but now I also feel the sensations from my engorged clitty and moans alternate with my whimpers. The pleasure is never enough to out pace the pain but it causes me to clench involuntarily over and over and Daddy groans and leans into me with deeper and deeper strokes.

"That's it little slut, milk Daddy's cock....oh yeah, you like it now don't you slut, you love it! That's it take it deep, keep milking, oh yeah, so deep, so tight, sooo good...." His pace quickens and loses rhythm as he lurches back and forth losing control. He is shouting now, so loud I wonder if the neighbors hear, "That's it, oh baby, oh fuck! Daddy's cumming! Daddy's cumming in his little girl!! F...u...c...k! O...h...h...F...u...c...k! Y-Y-Yessssssss!" He pulls me tight into his groin as he sprays my savaged pussy with his cream. He seems to cum for hours before finally dropping down on top of me, the stink of his sweat overwhelming my senses.

I was sobbing and shaking as the memories washed over me. How could I have forgotten? So many things were clear to me now, many others obscured. How could my father do that to me? How could I forget he had? I always thought Dad and I had a good relationship. We teased each other and got on so well, how could that be? How could he act like nothing had happened? Even if I forgot, I knew he couldn't have, how did he seem so natural? I lay there with my thoughts chasing around inside my skull for hours before I fell into an exhausted sleep.

I didn't dream, thank God, but when I awoke, the memories kept coming. For the last several weeks, they've popped into my head randomly and often in inconvenient places. I have to go right now, but will you listen again, the next time we meet? I have so much more to tell you, so much more I've remembered.

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