EroticReverie

Lela

I’d spent the rest of the day with Marcus and his mother before heading home. I was on a high and smiling as I walked into the house and stopping as my mother and father both turned to look at me. They’d clearly been arguing. My cheeks heating. My mother looking at me , she knew my father had fucked me. Had seen it. There was nothing she could do. Nothing I could do. Yet, she was mad at me. Like I chose this life and this fucked up world we lived in. 

I don’t bother to say a word. I leave and go to my room and close the door behind me.  A minute later my father is barging in. 

“No” i plead , shaking my head as he walks over and grabs my face in his hands and forces me to kiss him. 

“Dad, please, it’s my day off” I whine and he ignores me. His hands dripping over my breasts. Grabbing them and then grabbing my shirt and pulling it off. 

“Stop!” I yell and try to push him off me. His strong hand backhands me and the pain makes me eyes cross and my vision black out for a second and then I’m thrown onto the bed as he forcefully removes my clothes as I cry. 

His clothes come off next and then he’s grabbing me , spitting in his hand and rubbing it over my pussy, over his hard dick and then pinning me down by my arms as he thrusts right into me. 

“Fuck, you feel so good” he groans and slams into me again with another hard thrust. 

Tears fill my eyes and the front door slams downstairs and I know my mom is leaving. Not wanting to hear her husband rape his daughter. 

I cry as I think of Marcus. How he could want me or like me when this is my life and this is what happened to girls like me. 

“You becoming a little government whore is the best thing that’s ever happened to me Lela” he groans and I choke on my sobs. 

My father. The man I’d trusted my entire life, was no better than most of the men in this fucked up life. Just waiting to take advantage of me, of the curse of me being a FFA. 

“I knew they’d pick you, I made such pretty little whores, your sister, now you, but you’ve always been prettier than your sister. You’ve always made daddy’s dick so hard Lela” he groans and keeps thrusting. 

“I knew you’d be chosen, and daddy’s dick was so hard seeing that bracelet on your wrist” he groans regarding the tracking non removable bracelet on my wrist. 

“Fuck, your little cunt is so good baby” he groans. “Youre gonna be the most popular little whore around here once more men get to feel my whores hot little pussy”

“There gonna seek you out, they’ll be waiting for you around every corner , to get their cocks in my little girl” 

My mind falls away as I disassociate, taking myself out of the nightmare. Unable to listen to him. Unable to accept that my own father was just like the worst of them. 

“If only they dropped the FFA age, daddy could’ve been fucking you so much sooner” he groans. 

There was talk of the legal age being dropped. And it would be. By at least a year , but there were several bills trying to be passed , some ages being suggested were sickeningly low. Men trying to suggest a girl should be given to the government after her first period. Claiming that if her body was old enough to release eggs, then she was old enough for sex. Claiming that it was natural and that our bodies were adult at that point. It sickened me to think how far the age would probably actually drop. Sickened me to think my own father agreed and had never spoken his agreement till now. Always acting as if he didn’t agree with it. While secretly screwing FFAs behind my mothers back. 

But now. He was screwing his own daughter. Right under her nose. Not caring at all that he was a monster. That he was on the wrong side of history. 

His mouth drops to my breasts. Sucking. Licking. Biting as I sniffle and take each thrust without even fighting back now. Just laying there.  Taking it. Wanting to kill my own father. Wanting Marcus. I cry a bit harder wondering if Marcus is going to turn into one of the men he says he can’t stand. Wondering if it’s only a matter of time before all men and boys think the same way. See women as nothing but objects. Would he? Was it possible for even the good ones would eventually turn into monsters just because they could? 

My fathers cum leaks from my pussy as he pulls out. Breathing hard and heavy. Leaving me without a word as I lay there shaking and crying. 

He comes back minutes later. Ready again. This time. He makes me suck him. He fucks my mouth slowly enough. But I still want to gag. Want to throw up. Disgusted and angry with him for doing this to me. He was supposed to be against this. 

“Suck daddy’s dick Lela” he groans. 

“Suck me baby” 

“Suck my cock” 

“That’s it. Suck Lela. Suck me you little slut”

I choke on my cries as I force myself to suck his cock and he groans louder and louder and grabs my hair and thrusts into my mouth. Warm cum spilling into my mouth and I nearly vomit. 

“Swallow it” he groans and I do and he grins as he licks his lips. 

“Good girl Lela, you did so good” he hums and touches my face. Stroking it gently and I close my eyes and cry. 

“Come on, clean yourself up and then come downstairs. Keep your clothes off. I don’t want you wearing clothes in the house anymore. You need to remember what you are at all times Lela. There are no days off for you at home sweetheart.” He says and then leaves my room and I sag to floor. Collapsing. Letting myself cry as I realize the true hell I’m in.  

My mother doesn’t come home that night. 

I spend the rest of the night naked. Right by my fathers side. For him to touch idly as he watches television. For him to use when he gets hard again. 

He makes me sleep in his bed.  My parents bed. He makes me lay in my mothers spot. 

I barely sleep. 

In the morning he pulls me to him. Slides a hand under one of my legs with my back to him and slides himself inside of me. 

He gentler than last night , his fingers rub my clit as he just groans and keeps fucking me slowly. He doesn’t say anything at all. No fucked up words or filthy names for me. 

I squeeze my eyes shut. Trying to will my body to stop when I feel it try to register what he’s doing as pleasure. I whimper as he groans , both of us feeling the effect his gentle fingers and thrusts have on my body. 

When I can’t pretend anymore that my body doesn’t appreciate the gentle touch on my clit or the slow thrusts of his cock inside of me, I close my eyes an pretend it’s Marcus. That might be a mistake though, cause a minute later.  I’m panting.  Moaning. Squirming as my father groans in my ear. Then he starts to talk. Ruining my little dreamscape I made to get away from what was happening. 

“That’s it Lela…daddy’s cock fills you just right , doesn’t it baby?” He groans. Even with his gross words my body still continues to want more. 

“Oh Lela” he groans. “Youre so wet for me sweetheart” 

“Youre so wet for daddy” he grunts as he thrusts faster. Still not too hard and his fingers rub my clit and I feel it. Feel the pressure of an orgasm I don’t want to have , building up and up as he groans and then is pulling out. 

“Get on top” he groans as he pulls me over him and I whimper. My pussy aching for more, dripping and pulsing for his cock to be back inside of me. I could either say no and get smacked and have him be mean to me and fuck me rough. Or I could do as I was told and what my body wanted and take advantage of this moment. You don’t want this. I tell myself. But you have to do it anyways. 

His proud fucking smile as I sink down into his cock makes me so fucking angry. But his cock fills me slowly, his hands on my hips and I sink down further and further until he’s all the way inside of me. I rock forward and then back , drawing only inches of him out of me before settling back onto him. Again. Again. I rock and gasp and hate how wet I am. Is this what all those men wanted? Just to have power of a girl, would they be good to me if I just gave in and pretended to want it? Are you even pretending you whore? A cruel voice in my head sneers. I whimper as I ride my father. Noticing he’s doing nothing at all, that I’m the one fucking him now. 

“You like daddy’s dick in your pussy” he groans. 

“You love daddy’s dick like a good girl should” his hands slip over my sides and to my breasts. 

“Youre fucking daddy’s dick with such a wet little cunt Lela, there’s no pretending you don’t want it sweetheart, I can feel how much you love it baby, the proof is soaking my dick Lela”

“Faster baby, fuck me like a good girl” he groans and go faster. Obeying him. Because you have to , my mind says.  Because you want to. Another part of it says and I moan. Groaning. Hating that it feels good. Hating that this is what I am now. 

“Daddy’s gonna come to the post today and fuck his little girl all day so no other man can get his hands on my pretty girl” he groans. 

“We’re gonna fuck all day sweetheart, you’re gonna fuck this cock like you were born for it sweetheart” 

“Because you were born for this Lela, all you little whores were born for this” 

I wince. Hating the words. Knowing he’s right. That in this world, this was what they decided our purpose was. 

“Sweet little whore, you’re so wet” he groans. 

“Your daddy’s girl Lela, your daddy’s girl in every way now” he pinches my nipples and then rolls us over and starts to thrust into me. My back arching as I writhe against the bed. Panting and moaning and not wanting it to feel good. But it does. And I cum. I cry as I cum. Hating that I’m cumming for him. That I’ve let this world turn me into this. 

“Yes baby, just give in” he groans. “That’s it, that’s it sweetheart”

His cum fills me seconds later as he gives a loud grunt and his hips thrust hard and deep and I hiss as he drills his cum into me. 

“That’s it” he exhales. “That’s fucking it baby”