Turning to Darkness P-1

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Turning to Darkness P-1Turning to Darkness Part 1 This is fiction ( the start of a Vampire story ) I do not promote any of the following ideas in real life; i****t, ****, v******e, plotting revenge or murder, drinking blood, or turning into a bat. This story should be disturbing so read at your own risk. Her name was Rachel and she was a very unhappy girl. At school things were tough; she suffered all the usual problems a teenager faces. Most of the k**s either ignored her or were mean to her. Every problem seemed to be high drama, a blow to her self-esteem. She could not even trust her few close friends, they talked behind her back and occasionally set her up for humiliating little jokes. Although Rachel said more than once “I hate you. & I never want to see you again.” She would eventually hang out with them again. Anything was better than being alone. School was hard, but it was nothing compared to her home life. Her dad had always been short tempered, but since the death of Rachel’s mom, he had increasingly become an out of control monster. At first things were just a bit more nasty than normal. He would yell more and was quick to slap her if she talked back. Rachel did her best to stay out of his way and not make him angry. This worked most of the time, except when he was really drunk. When he was like that, anything she said or did could rub her dad the wrong way and set him off. The real bad stuff didn’t start happening until a few months ago. kocaeli escort It had become normal for Rachel’s dad to get drunk Friday night and come home with some woman and fuck her brains out. Rachel did her best to ignore the noise and pretend it never happened. But quickly the quality of women he brought home declined. Very few were willing to go on a second date with him. Eventually there came a night when he arrived home alone. Disturbed by the lack of usual noise, Rachel came out of her room to see what was going on. She was never sure what she said or did to piss off her dad so much, but before she knew it he slapped her so hard her head rang. Rachel felt like she was out of her own body, a third person watching as a man rapped some poor girl. A small part of her knew it was her daddy violating her, taking her virginity away, but it all seemed so unreal. When Rachel came to her senses again she was in her bed. She had not really passed out but she had been so dazed that she had no real control over herself. Her dad was sobbing next to her bed. She watched him for a while, not wanting to say anything. Then he noticed her gaze and quickly started to apologize. That is when the real nightmare began. He hugged her and kissed her, then his large hands started fondling her small breasts. He kept saying “Im sorry baby, I didn’t mean to hurt you, but now I just need you.” This time Rachel was completely awake and aware, yet she was paralyzed escort kocaeli with uncertainty. What should she do? He was trying to be nice, but he was trying to have sex with her, again. She knew she should tell him to stop, but that would only make him mad she guessed. He would hit her again and **** her again. Her dad was a large strong man and she knew that in a struggle she would always lose. As his fingers stroked her recently ravaged pussy Rachel bit her lip trying not to yelp in pain. “Im sorry baby, daddy will kiss it and make it feel better.” He said. Then he grabbed her legs, spread them wide and started licking her little cunt. She gasped and whimpered “no, no” But he ignored her. Her dad slurped her poor lil pussy then he fucked her good and hard for a long, long time. Rachel felt like her insides were being torn apart. His cock was really way too big for her inexperienced cunt. By the time he was done, Rachel was sure that she would die from the abuse, she wished that she would. The head lines would read “Local teenage girl fucked to death by her own father” That almost made her laugh, as her daddy staggered off to his own bed, his cock leaking a trail of cum across the floor. But Rachel did not die. The next morning she woke up to find her bed was a mess, but there was not really a lot of blood. Her body hurt, especially between her legs, but she could still move. Life went on. Her dad said nothing about it, neither did she. A few kocaeli escort bayan days passed before it happened again. This time she resisted “Please daddy don’t do it. That other time was a mistake, its ok, but if you do it again I will hate you forever.” But he was in no mood to reason with his daughter, “Your mine, you lil bitch, Im gonna fuck you any time and any way I want to.” He yelled as he shook her like a rag doll. To prove the point, he slammed her body to the floor, pushed her knees up to her ears then ripped off her panties. He fucked her so hard that he knocked the breath out of her. All she could do was gasp desperately for air between each downward thrust. Her daddy rapped her cunt like this for only a few minutes before he came. A brutal **** but a quick one, she was thinking but no he was not done. He was still hard so he aimed at her asshole. “No, no please, I’ll do anything just don’t do that.” She begged. Her dad smiled. Soon Rachel was on her hands and knees taking his cock into her mouth. He let her awkwardly suck and lick him before taking hold of her young head and face fucking her. When he finally came he had his cock stuffed so far down her throat that she could hardly even taste it at all. One morning, a few days later, in class, later Rachel burst out laughing, then ran sobbing from the room. The realization that she had become her daddy’s slut literally to save her ass was both funny and terrible. Of course the worst part was that it was only a temporary way to stop him. Sooner or later he would get made and fuck her up the ass. Of course Rachel could explain none of this to her friends at school. What could she do? This became the burning question in her mind.

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