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On the bus home from school I always formulate plans for escape. But every one of them has been thwarted by my pervert of a father. I tried staying at a friend's house; he found me within two hours. I ran away to a shelter; he had my aunt (a sweet, gray-haired old lady) drag me back. I even tried catching a bus to another town; he hired a detective who found me within two days. Sometimes I think I should just give in and accept my situation, but other times the fighter in me wants to get out, to get away. The bus is nearing my stop now, and I can see him waiting for me. He'll always wait for me, looking fatherly and caring. He takes my bookbag, kisses me on the cheek and walks me home. Then he fucks me. Well, not right away. First I have to put on a little show for him. He likes his women (and there have been others, not just me) to be desperate. He makes me stand in the back yard in my white cotton panties and bra until I'm groaning from the pressure in my bladder. He always knows when I'm getting near to bursting, because it's then that he unsnaps my bra (all my bras have the clasp in the front) and makes me caress my tits (he calls them that) until I can't take it anymore and the pee escapes. As my panties get wet, he pulls out his cock (which is rock-hard by now) and jacks himself slowly as I stand there dripping pee. When the pee finally stops, so does he. He kneels down and slowly pulls down my wet panties, making me step out of them. At this point he usually whispers something like, 'Beautiful,' or, 'So hot.' Then he spreads me open and licks me, just enough to clean away all the pee from my pussy (he calls it that). He caresses my legs, rubbing the pee all over them so that I smell of it. He leads me by the hand into the house, to the bedroom he uses for these activities. This is the only place in the house he uses for what he calls 'playing'; everything else is just as a single father with a daughter in high school would have it: a computer, flat-screen TV, draughting table for his work, dining area with expensive wood furniture, you name it. My own bedroom is furnished in teenager chic, but everything has been chosen by him. I have posters of Heath Ledger and Christian Bale on my wall, and I've never even seen one of their movies. He doesn't like me to watch movies, because I might get ideas.
Everything else is Hello Kitty, including bags, shoes and T-shirts. Apparently even teenagers like it. Of course, the T-shirts are cropped and the skirts are mini. When I'm not dressing for his pleasure, I have to dress for the pleasure of others. I have thongs with Hello Kitty on them, and he likes me to flash them at people when we're in public, then chastises me and apologises to people for me being 'that kind' of girl. I'm not that kind of girl at all, but he's turned me into an instrument of his pleasure and that's all I'll be until he gets tired of me. He got tired of my mother when she got too old for him, and she wasn't even 22. I was a baby and she just left me with him. I know why she did it - he told me that he threatened her life. Not just hers, but her aunt's, the woman who raised her. Our aunt thinks he's wonderful, because my mother was forced to lie about why she was leaving. We have dinner with my aunt once a week, and he smiles and is charming and I play the dutiful daughter. He takes me into the play room and lays me naked on the bed. It's an antique bed that is very high - just at waist level. He likes me to lie there with my legs spread so he can slide his cock right in without any fuss, and that's what he does. He fucks me slowly at first, then faster and more roughly until I start to whimper. Usually when that happens, he cums right away, jerking and grabbing me by the hips, slamming into me hard as his sperm coats my cunt. I never cum. At least, not from being fucked. Sometimes he throws a vibrator at me and makes me hold it against my clit until I can't stand the vibrations anymore and jerk with spasms. He calls that an orgasm, but I don't know if it really is. There are physical sensations, but I won't say I enjoy it. He does, though. He sometimes even gets hard again and fucks me one more time. After that I take a shower in the en-suite bathroom while he watches. I come out smelling like roses from the expensive shower gel he puts in there. He kisses me full on the mouth as I get out, and sends me to my real bedroom, where I put on yet another Hello Kitty shirt (a nightshirt this time, even though it's usually only 5 o'clock by this time) and get started on my homework. Tomorrow it will all begin again. My father has been doing this to me for quite a few years now, and I'm starting to worry that he's going to kick me out as soon as I get too old for him, maybe while I'm still in high school. He likes the tinge of innocence on his women, as I well know. He sometimes brings back hussies from bars and clubs, but they're always young-looking and I have to keep out of sight. He sometimes orders me to watch, and I open the painting that leads from the dining area to his bedroom. The mirror in his bedroom is a two-way mirror, which of course the women don't know. He can film them, or even better, know I'm watching. I think he means for it to turn me on, but it doesn't. It leaves me cold. I'm going to be in college soon and I've applied only to colleges that are far away. I actually did apply to closer ones, but I burned those when he sent me out to mail them. He'd be glad if I got into an Ivy League school, and I do get great marks, so I will probably get in. Then I'll be away from him. But one day as he's fucking me he suddenly says, 'You're getting fat...' and rubs my tummy. He knows damn well that isn't fat. It's my pregnancy showing. He's been waiting for me to get pregnant for years, and I finally am. I guess I was always too tense before, but now the prospect of escaping has let me loosen up a bit, and that must have done it. I'm going to have my own father's baby. It will be born only a month or two before I'm supposed to start college. I know, deep down, that he'll make me go. He'll pay for it. He'll be proud that his little fuck-toy is doing well. And he'll keep the baby with him. He's going to need another fuck toy once I've left.
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