EroticReverie

Lela - One Week Later

It’s been a week and my mother still hasn’t returned home. 

It’s been a week since I’ve seen Marcus. 

It’s been a week of my father occupying all of my “free” time. 

It’s been a week of sharing his bed.

It’s been a week of being raped by other men while at the post. “Luckily” I haven’t been picked up on the street at all. But only because my father is there to drop me off and pick me up. 

It’s been a week of my brain crying as I try to remind myself I’m just doing what I have to do. 

A week of trying to go easy on myself for finding pleasure when I can. Trying to “make the best” of the shitty situation and life is forced to live. 

My dad has only been rough with me once this week. A few days ago when I’d made the mistake of telling him no when he’d woken me up in the middle of the night to have sex. 

The doorbell rings and I’m on my knees with my fathers cock in my mouth. He doesn’t make a move to answer it.  I keep sucking. He groans and strokes my hair. The doorbell rings again a minute later and her murmurs something and I keep sucking. Knowing better than to stop. 

A third ring and he huffs. And I pull my mouth from him as he stands and then tucks his cock away and goes to the door. 

“What do you want?” He growls as he opens the door and I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand in the other room. Staying on my knees , naked. 

“Is um….is Lela here?” I hear a familiar voice. My eyes widening. Marcus. My heart beats faster and I suck in a breath. He shouldn’t be here. He knows not to come here. But it’s been a week since I’ve seen him or reached out to him.  

“She is. And she’s busy.” My father says.  

“Oh. I…can I….I only wanted to make sure she’s okay. Can I, see her?” I hear Marcus ask. I close my eyes. And my father is silent. 

“Sure. You can see her.” He says and I can hear the evil glee to his tone. “Come in. She’s right in here.” He says. 

“Thanks sir” I hear Marcus say and I wince. 

Their footsteps carry towards the living room. 

“I just wanted to see her and make sure she-“

His voice stop as our eyes meet. He sucks in a breath. My brows pinch. My cheeks heat. I’m

Embarrassed for him to see me like this. In my own home. 

“Have a seat.” My father says. 

“Oh..I…no…I” Marcus stammers as he just looks at me and can’t take my eyes off him. I want to sink into the earth and disappear. Seeing him look at me with that sadness. 

“Have. A seat.” My father growls and Marcus looks at him and swallows and then looks at me. 

Marcus has seen me naked at the post. It’s not like he didn’t know what my body looked like. But he never looks at it. He always looks at me. At my face. My eyes. He sees me. Everytime. He sees me. 

Marcus walks in and sits on the edge of the recliner as my father walks back to the couch where I’m kneeling and takes a seat. 

“You here to fuck her?” My father asks and I shake my head. Because of course Marcus wasn’t here for that. 

“Um. No sir” Marcus answers. Paying my father respect he doesn’t want to give. But knows he has to. 

“Why not? She’s an FFA.” My dad says. 

“I….I don’t…I’m not….I’m not here for that. I just wanted to make sure she’s okay.” Marcus says. 

My father hums and then looks at me. And I lift my eyes to him and he grins and cocks his head. 

“You’re okay, aren’t you Lela?” My father says. 

I nod once. 

“Lela..” Marcus says and I can’t help it. I turn my head and look at him.  My lower lip trembling. How could he still look at me like that.

“You clearly want to fuck her. Why not do it? The law allows you to take what you want from her. Why not be a man and fuck her?” My father says and Marcus rips his eyes from me. His jaw clenching as he glares at my father. 

“The law is bullshit.” He seethes. I gasp and look to my father who is narrowing his eyes on me. 

“Men don’t take a woman’s right to their body.” Marcus seethes. 

“She has no right to her body.” My father counters and my heart races as I panic. Keep your mouth shut Marcus. There’s nothing you can do. I beg silently. 

“Her body belongs to the government.” My father says and lifts his chin. “And to me.” He smiles and its a slimey , disgusting smile of a man that’s proud of raping his own daughter and making her fuck him. 

“She enjoys it too. Don’t you Lela?” My father says and I suck in a breath. My eyes on my fathers. Knowing there’s only one answer I can give that allows me not to get smacked or raped hard in punishment. 

“Yes.” I answer simply. Hating that Marcus has to hear me say it. 

“No she doesn’t.” Marcus says and I close my eyes. Shut up Marcus. Shut up. 

“Oh. I can assure you. She does. Or maybe she cums for another reason. Hmmm” my father gloats and I squeeze my eyes shut tighter. 

“Tell your little friend Lela. Tell him the truth. You cum for me, don’t you Lela?” He asks. 

“Yes.” I answer.  Forcing the truth out of my lips. 

“Tell him the truth again. How you woke me this morning already on top of me ready to fuck.” My father says through clenched teeth. 

“Yes.” I answer and Marcus is silent. Does he know that I don’t want this? That if I had a choice I wouldn’t be doing this? 

“Tell him what you told me this morning when you put your pussy on Daddy’s cock Lela” my father smirks with evil lacing every feature on his face. 

“Did you tell me it felt good Lela?” He asks. 

“Yes” I answer. 

“Did you tell me that I’m the only man who makes you wet Lela?” He groans. Knowing that he forced those words from me. But I couldn’t say that.  I couldn’t call him out and explain that I sat what he wants me to. 

“Yes.” I answer him. 

“See.” My father says and looks to Marcus. 

“She loves her place.” My father says and then looks back to me. 

“Why don’t we show your little friend how much you enjoy your place Lela?” He says. And my lower lip trembles. No.  No. He couldn’t make me do this. Not in front of Marcus. 

My father unzips his pants and takes his cock out. It’s half hard still and he leans back as Marcus growls. 

“Go on. climb on top. Show him how that little pussy loves to fuck Lela”

I want to scream. Want to vomit. 

“Lela” Marcus breathes as I move. Placing my hands on my fathers knees as I stand and climb my way onto his lap. 

I can’t tell my father no. I wouldn’t put it past him to report me for it. Right after he slapped the shit out of me for it and took my body anyways. 

“Are you wet for daddy Lela?” He groans as I lift up. I nod once. 

“Mmm” my father hums as I grab his cock , stroking it till he’s hard as Marcus whispers my name and I don’t turn my head. I can’t. I can’t look at him. 

“Put daddy’s dick in your pussy, but only if you want it baby, show your friend the truth of what you are Lela” he groans and i notch his cock inside of me and slide down into him. He groans and his eyes roll. 

“Mmm what a cunt, what a fucking cunt you have baby” he exhales as I lift up and back down. 

“Tell him how much you love it Lela” my father groans as I move faster. His hands guiding me up and down on his cock. 

“I love it” I whimper. My body agreeing with the words as his cock fills the ache that’s put there by the week long grooming of my father. My mind not be trained yet, but my body is. It knows his cock better than anyones now. 

His hands grab my ass. 

“Pussy so good that you made daddy tell your mother that you were his favorite little fuck”

I whimper. 

“Pussy so good that you share daddy’s bed in her place, don’t you baby?” 

“Yes” I answer with a cry. 

“Pussy so good that daddy made his little girl his woman, so good that daddy’s gonna make a mother out of you, isn’t her sweetheart?” 

“Yes” I cry. 

Because my mother wasn’t coming back home. My father had told me that two days ago. That now …I was the one taking her place.  That even after my years of serving as an FFA we’re over. I’d still be his. Because according to him. I was not just his girl. But his actual girl. A new role had been given to me the second he’d decided to rape me.  That I was going to be his wife. Or at least act like it. Even if he wasn’t allowed to marry me. 

He told me he’d put baby after baby in me. So we could give him more whores to fuck. For the world to fuck if they so chose. 

Even with all his sick fantasies. My body still took advantage of the pleasure his cock could give me. 

“Who loved their daddy’s cock fucking them in their little Whore pussy?” My father groans. 

“I do” i cry. Tears coming down my face. 

Marcus shifts. My father grabbing my hips and starting to thrust

“Don’t leave now boy, you’ll miss the good part, where she cums like a little slut while

I seed her fucking cunt” 

My eyes go to Marcus as he storms from the room and the door slams behind him and I cry as my father throws me down and plows into me hard. Fucking me rough and mean. 

“Don’t you fucking for him, don’t you dare fucking cry for him. Your daddy’s fucking girl.  You’re mine Lela, and he doesn’t want you now anyways, not after he’s seen you fuck your daddys cock and fucking love it”