What They Did to my Daughter
By Little Bree (Lttlbree@yahoo.com)
(mmm/f, nc, rape, anal, exh, teens, voy, hints at inc) 
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Authors Note: This one was inspired by and dedicated to the men who spend their time in AOL chat rooms discussing their daughters.  I didnt know you existed, Im sort of horrified by you, but the idea of you turns me on. 

I was trying to capture a certain voice, so this reads a little different than my usual stuff. 

Feedback very appreciated. Craved even! Feel free to email (lttlbree@yahoo.com), use asstr's handy feedback form, or visit my webpage (http://www.asstr.org/~Little_Bree/) and leave a comment. Any indication that people are reading this stuff, even if they hate it, is very appreciated!) 

Also, as always: this is fantasy. Do not do this stuff.  

If youre under 18, please dont read this. Theres more wholesome pornography on the internet for you. This is the sort of thing that will rot your brain and ruin you for normal sex when youre eventually having it. Dont read it. 
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Im writing this down because the doctors say itll help me deal with what happened.  The thing that happened  to my 15 year old daughter, Becky.  

Jesus, I didnt know itd be this hard to start.  

I just have to get it out: they raped my daughter.  Two months ago, three older boys from her school locked her in a basement and gang raped her for most of an afternoon and evening.  They taped the whole thing, bragged about it, and sent copies to their friends.  When they finished, they left her passed out and naked next to the high school dumpster. 

Ive been over all of that so many times. I sat and held her hand while she cried through the police interviews and the deposition. I listened while they made her talk about every graphic detail (was your vagina wet then? what did you say after he called you a slut? was that before or after they penetrated your anus?)  I saw her turn white when the prosecutors told us about the plea bargain, that the little punks would be walking free in less than a year. 

Sure, it makes me angry. It has to right? Shes my daughter.  

But it gives me such a hard on, when I think about it all.  I whack off four times a day thinking about that scene.  The copy of the videothe one they sent to threaten her with after we called the copsI keep it hidden and watch whenever Im alone. 

Obviously, thats why Im just writing things down. Would you talk to a therapist about that?  

I guess Im supposed to be introspective here, and start from the top.  So Ill start out with a confession:  Ive raped a few women myself. More than a few, actually. Not recently, of course---I gave that up years ago, along with the drinkingbut as a younger man I didnt think twice about forcing my cock into some chicks twat while she balled about it. 

My friends and me, as soon as we were old enough to know what our cocks were for, we figured out it was pretty easy to trap a girl in a garage or a field somewhere and take turns on her.  I guess that seems sick now, but where I grew up in Kansas, it was pretty normal.  Everybody did it.  Most of those girls learned pretty quick to just lay back and take it, and some of them even let on like they liked it.  I guess I was sick even then, though, cause it pissed me off when they acted happy, and I made a point to really hurt those little bitches.

Obviously, I had girlfriends who put out without me making em, too. Well, mostly they put out without me making them.  Some Kansas girls like to pretend theyre saving it for marriage, so you gotta be rough the first couple of times with em.   

My first wife, Allison, Beckys mom, she was one of those.  She was just a young thing when we wet out16 then, when I was 23 and just out of collegebut she was a cheerleader with  nice big tits, so I assumed somebodyd already fucked her.  She cried and said she was a virgin, but I didnt believe her til she bled all over my car seat that night.  She cried so much afterwards, it actually made me feel bad about it.  I think that may be the only reason I ever married her, even. 

Of course, it turns out, even if you marry a girl she doesnt have to let you fuck her.  After we spent the first three months of our horrible marriage screaming at one another, Allison decided she wasnt going to let me do her anymore. She tries to tell me no, that first time, and I lost my shit. I smacked her up good and literally ripped her clothes off of her. Then I pinned her down and fucked her butt. I just pounded into her dry, and all she could do was scream.  She screamed so loud, the neighbors called the cops and they came pounding on our door; when they told Alison she could stay with me or go to a shelter, she chickened out and stayed with me.  We were married for two more years after that, and that scene repeated so often, the cops stopped even coming out to our house. 

Allison and I didnt fight constantly, once she learned her place, but mostly I had to hurt her to get her to fuck.  Honestly, it always made the sex better.  

Its sort of appropriate that Becky got her cherry popped by a rapist, then, because the girl was most likely conceived while I was raping her mother.   That probably wouldnt make her feel better about any of this, though, right? 

Like I said before, though, I straightened out after Becky was born. I got sober, grew up a bit, started making an effort to be a decent person.  I cant say I ever treated Allison right, especially not in bed, but really our marriage was doomed way before then anyway.   She deserved better than me, and after we divorced she ended up with a real decent guy. He treated her good, I know, and he was a good stepfather to Becky.   

We had our troubles, but I was really sad when Allison and her husband died this summer.  I mean that. I cried at the funeral, even though I was doing my best to stay strong for my daughter.  

Becky came to live with us in August. My wifemy new wife, Hopeshe  was great, absolutely doting over the girl. Becky was obviously down, having to move all the way out to California with us, but we did our best and eventually she seemed well adjusted. At least thats what we thought, you know? 

And here I am, already, just at thought of whats coming next I feel like I have to stop and go jerk off.  

I need to stop kidding myself, dont I? 

Im not an anguished dad struggling with my feelings over all of this.  Im not writing this down because Im too distraught to speak to doctors, Im writing it down because I want strangers get off on it, too. 

I love what those little shits did to Becky. I wish I was there to have seen it, and I fantasize about them doing it again.  God it feels good to finally just admit that to myself!

Becky is a pretty girl, almost the spitting image of her mother at that age. Shes 53 or so, with that long, slender-hipped teenage figure. Her hair is dirty blonde, but streaked with strands the color of yellow straw.  Shes got nice little perky tits, 32b on her bra, but the thing you notice first about her is her eyestheyre big, walnut shaped and strikingly blue.  I know every guy says his daughter is pretty, but mine definitely is. 
 
Oddly enough, despite the good looks and sweet demeanor,  Becky had a lot of trouble making friends at the new school.   I guess shes shy, and new kids always get a hard time in high school.  She came home crying every day those first couple of weeks.

Then she met Brad, and she latched onto him. 

I knew the kid was trouble as soon as I laid eyes on him. He was sitting there in my living room with his hat on backwards and his pants too low.  I shouldve tossed his ass out when I caught him so-very-casually pawing at my little girls ass through her jeans, but I didnt want to overreact and I figured she was having enough trouble adjusting.    I watched them though, secretly loving the way he kept putting his hand back on her no matter how many times she shyly pushed it away. 

At one point, during the three or four week spell when Brad practically lived in my house after school, I caught a glance of him pawing up under her skirt. I couldnt stop to stare, or Id have risked getting caught, but I could see Beckys eyes pursed tightly shut, and she looked almost petrified with nerves.  I wondered how long hed had to work to get her to agree to that. 

That was all she ever let him do.  I dont mean thats all I ever saw, either. Brad told us so on the video.  Before shes even come into view, he and his cohorts are huddled in the basement speaking into the camera.  They have masks on, but its not like I dont know which one he is. 

Becky Healy is a cock teasing little bitch, he snarled. Three weeks Ive been listening to her whine about her dead mom and how sad it was to have to fucking live here and one timeone fucking time!she let me touch her pussy. Through her panties!

 At this point, his cohorts chime in to sympathize with poor Brads plight and agree that my daughter is indeed a teasing little bitch. 

The video then cuts to a full screen still shot of Becky. Shes standing in our bathroom, cellphone in hand, dressed in little red panties and nothing more.  Her tits look spectacular. This is our girl, narrates Brad, great body, right?  Whats more intriguing than her bodyadmittedly greatis the look on her face: shes forcing a smile, clearly uncomfortable. I can only imagine, as I watch, that Brad had to threaten to leave her to get a picture like that. 

So today, continued Brad as he reappeared on screen, me and my boys here are going to show this bitch how we do it in the O.C.  Git ready, cause this bi-otch is about tget her cherry POPPED.  He shouted that last part, and his boys shouted out their enthusiastic concurrence. 

Those boys are fired up, and their lust is contagious. I relish it when I watch. Those boys are about to put their dicks in my daughter, I think, and my adrenaline starts pumping. 

Then I see Brad and Becky on the couch in his basement. Shes got her hair pulled back in a ponytailing, wearing a short denim skirt and a tight baby blue t-shirt. I know that outfit well, because the cops asked Becky to identify the tattered shards of it later that night, but it looks good on her.   

The cameras pointing upward from the floor, and I can see Brads hand in my daughters silky pink panties.  She grabs his wrist and pushes the hand away, but he slips back without missing a beat.

No, she moans, trying again to push him away. Stop!

Brad retreats from her pussy, but lands a hand on her breast. Come on, he moans back at her. 

No, Brad, she pleads. You promised! 

Come on, he repeats, tugging again at her panties. Just suck my dick a little.

No, she insists. I dont do that! 

Brad looks frustrated. Then let me fuck you, he says. 

Oh my God, she says, exacerbated. She pushes him away with both hands and sits up on the couch. Why are you being like this? her voice is shaking, and shes clearly upset. 

You been giving me blue balls for three weeks is why, he shouts. I think you owe me some of that pussy.

Becky stands up, pushed way too far. Fuck you, she snaps as she marches towards the door. 

The boy working the camera zooms in on her shapely bottom.  Its small and tight and the denim hugs it perfectly. I dont even care that shes my daughter.

Brad let her get a few steps before he grabbed her by her ponytail and jerked her back. It was a harsh way to do it. Brad was easily 61. He couldve lifted a little girl like Becky pretty easily, but he yanked her down by the hair. Sick, right?  

So Beckys lying flat on her back, and the kid with cameraDave is his name, I know, though I dont know if they say so in the videohe has to get up from his hiding place to get the shot. He and the third guy, Steve, they come out and stand over Becky.  You can see the look in her face when she sees the two of them, just this utter despair, because she knows right then that somethings up.  Those big blue eyes, theyre welling up with tears.  Its really beautiful camera work, I have to give him that. 

Becky tries to stand up, but Brad kicks her feet out from under her as soon as she does.  Take your clothes off, he says.  She tries to stand again and once more he kicks her down and orders her to strip.  They go through the motions again, but this time, once shes down, Brad kicks her good and hard in the stomach. She curls into a fetal position and the boys all laugh.

Brad shouts down at her viciously. Take your fucking clothes off so we can fuck you, bitch!  

The boys seem to enjoy yelling at her, but theyve got scissors out before she can move to undress anyway. They slice through the t-shirt and toss the shredded remains to the side.  The denim skirt is too tough to cut through with regular scissors, but they try anyway, seemingly just to be mean; eventually they give up and just yank that off of her. 

Her panties and bra dont match. The panties, which you could already see when Brad was groping her, are a light purple, a little ruffley. The bra is just plain white.  Obviously she didnt expect anyone to see them, and that realization makes me smile.  

At this point its obvious that the boys intend to rape her, and shes crying and screaming for help while two of them hold her down. 

Fucking gross! shouts Steve, the boy holding her legs while Brad straddles her chest. The bitch wet herself! 

Sure enough, you see as the camera focuses in on her damp crotch, Becky peed in her panties. Zoomed in that close you can see her skinny little legs shaking, violently. Thats the sort of fear that you usually write off as hyperbolethe sort that makes you convulse and lose control of your bladder, but there it is right there on film. 

The boys laugh and jeer and Becky actually looks ashamed. Funny isnt it? Shes beyond terrified but shes still embarrassed about wetting her pants. 

Steve demands the scissors, and cuts away the urine soaked briefs. He hands them to Brad and the pair laugh knowingly before the taller boy wads them into a ball and stuffs them into my daughters mouth. Drink up your piss, you disgusting slut! he shouts. I cringe over how much I love that part. 

Dave pans back so we see the length of her, naked there beneath the two clothed boys except for her socks. I hadnt even noticed the socks beforebaby blue, like the tshirt theyd long since shredded. They probably matched before. 

Get in here, shouts Steve. Get a close up.

The screen fills with pussy, Beckys delicious, fifteen year old virgin pussy. The last time I saw her down there, she was maybe 5 or 6just a little girl. At a certain point, daughters stop being kids and start being women, so you stop seeing vaginas. Its a beautiful pussy though, small lipped and tight, like a young flower still waiting to bloom. 

Someone, I cant see who, has his fingers in her, probing her outer lips as Dave zooms in close. The moisture glistens, and the boys laugh at her. All wet already? someone taunts. 

Again the camera pulls back, and Beckys face is in the frame. Shes still got the panties in her mouth, and shes crying.  I wonder if shes thinking of meI wish Daddy was here to save meisnt that normal?  I probably should want to save her, but my cock is always throbbing at the site of her pinned down like that. 

You ready, slut? demands Brad, still off camera.  

Becky shakes her head. 

Oh shes ready, says Steve. 

You ever had a cock, Becky? asks Brad.

She doesnt even bother responding. Its pointless probably anyway. But Brad reaches out and slaps her across the face, determined to make her play his game.

I asked you a question, he snaps. Have you ever had a dick in you?

Becky is still shaking and sobbing, but she shakes her head no. 

Nice, says Brad. So its gonna bleed?

I can tell, just looking at her, that Becky doesnt know what he means. Sure, her mom probably told her about her hymen but who thinks about that on the brink of being raped?  Plus, obviously, not all girls actually bleed, but young guys dont know that. 

She ultimately nods yes.  He seems happy. She looks relieved. 

Brad and Steve argue over who gets to go first. Becky is his girlfriend, Brad argues, so he should have the honors, but Steve counters that hes doing this as a favor so he should.  
Fuck that, says Brad, though, reminding Steve that he got to go first on that Puerto Rican 7th grader. Ultimately, they decide that Brad can go first, but Steve gets to break in her butthole.  Dave is promised leftovers. 

When were done, asks Dave from behind the camera, can we cut her tits off? The other boys laugh. 

All the while, as they discuss her in such crude, pornographic terms, the camera is fixed on Beckys tear streaked, terrified face. 

It all sounds so mechanical, doesnt it? Like Im describing a porn movie?  I guess thats what I am doing.  How do you even convey what its like though, to see your little girl reduced to a whimpering mess like that? To watch them just use her?  

The other night, Allison was out of town and I put the video on in my room, with the head phones. I was at that pointwhere theyd just decided that Brad got to go firstwhen I heard Becky turning on the shower.  Just there, on the other side of the bedroom wall, she was naked and lathering her supple teenage body. 

It crossed my mind that I could have had her right then. Maybe Id put on a mask and burst in on her, or maybe I wouldnt even bother with the mask.  What would she do? What could she do?  The little bitch would probably just lie back and take it.  Shes out of men to trust. 

Instead I just listened to her shower and imagined her reliving what they did. Does she break down sobbing or touch herself when she thinks about it? I couldnt decide. 

I turned back to the video. 

The order decided, the boys stand in a circle around her. They arent holding her down, but when she tries to stand, they kicked her back down. 

Crawl, bitch, says Brad. 

Becky looks confused, but she rolls onto her hands and knees. 

Good, bitch, he says. Get your ass up high! 

She lowers her face and hike up her butt. Already I want to cream!

Then Brad lowers himself down, his coarse hands on the smooth skin of her hips. Shes still sobbing, but theres a whole new terror in her eyes. She knows its coming. 

Curse that little shit with the camera, because he didnt zoom in. He didnt get the a frame full of Brads fat cock burrowing into the soft folds of Becys tight virgin cunt. It wouldve been priceless! Instead, though, he filled a shot with her tear streaked face. She screams as he impales her, and her pained wailing is offset by the way the boys laugh at her. 

Usually, at this point, I cant control myself and I cum. While theyre popping my little girls cherry right there before my eyes, I shoot my load in my hands. 

The boys dont stop though. Brad shoves himself up into her pussy like he wants to hurt her, slamming his hips hard against her every time. He probably does want to hurt her. Sure enough, with every slam, she whimpers. Sometimes she screams.   

Im gonna cum in  your cunt, bitch! he shouts as he speeds up his thrusts. 

Becky panics, and moans No!  Shes not on the pill, obviously, and I know he knows it. Why would she be?  Its a sick little thrill for him, putting his seed in her vulnerable womb like that. He cums hard and long, and forces every drop into her. 

When she drops to the floor, Dave finally zooms in. The blood and cum seeping out of her is transfixing to me. Her mother bled like that, too, I remember. I wonder if shell have a little bitch daughter someday, wholl get fucked into womanhood the same way. The thought makes me smile.

Steve, when he flips her onto her back and raises her legs in the air to impale her bung hole, is not one for showmanship. I like watching her legs tremble, as he keeps them hoisted in the air, but shes already defeatedtheres no more struggling. It becomes so much less fun.

When Dave has his first turn, shes essentially passed out. The video goes on for hoursthey fuck her in every hole, stuff objects into every orifice, and ultimately content themselves punching and kicking her as she fights to regain consciousness.  I wonder if they expected her to live at all. 

Like I said, we found her in the dumpster outside the school. 

The boys are spending their year in detention centers, probably perfecting their methods and conferring with other rapists. I sometimes wonder if any of the others got a little bitch as cute as mine. 

Becky, shes sullen. Sometimes she smiles, but not a lot. The bruises all healed, but they broke something inside of her that just cant be fixed.  The girl spends hours online, doing God knows what with God knows who. I try not to pry, but its hard. Ive seen the condoms in her panty drawer, the ones that werent there before, and I wonder who shes slutting herself out to now, a poor pathetic used up cunt. 

For me, its hard. I guess weve come full circle right? Back to me on the internet. 

I found the Dirty Fathers Chatting chat room on AOL a month or so after it all happened. It was one of those nights when I couldnt sleep, the stress of it all and the constant wicked thoughts that never left my brain.  I didnt even know AOL chat rooms still existed. 

The men in there were mostly just pedophile scum looking at other peoples kids, but there was a hard core contingent of dads with hard ons they couldnt ignore.  Some of them wanted to fuck their kids, but some of them, like me, we just liked to watch.  We traded pictures, stories, fantasies. Maybe I sent a video to one or two.  I loved knowing that other guys were out there watching Beckys rape, feeling that surge and orgasming over it.  

So maybe I got carried away, and maybe I should have known better. When that fellow in Ohio said he wanted a video of his own, shots of his little big eyed brunette teenage daughter taking cock while she sobbed like Becky, who was I to tell him no?  

Ohio was nicer than people say, and little girls are more fun when they sob straight through.  
