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Flashback (Mf, ped, inc, rp, v)
by Nightfox (k_nightfox@yahoo.com)
***
At her father's funeral, a young woman has flashbacks
of her molestation at his hands.
***
Something really strange happened to me recently and I
am not sure how to deal with it yet. I'm not sure
what's real anymore 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 foundling, when I suddenly
see another funeral parlor in my minds 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 an, "mmmm-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
backhand 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 tall 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 blowjob 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 precum 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, 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 your
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.
END
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