Chapter One
A/N #1: THIS FIRST CHAPTER HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH CARLISLE OR ANY OF THE CULLENS. THEY WILL MAKE THEIR FIRST APPEARANCES NEXT CHAPTER, THIS ONE IS JUST TO GIVE YOU A BACKGROUND ON THE MAIN CHARACTER. I WARN YOU RIGHT NOW THIS CHAPTER HAS RAPE, AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ. HEED MY WORDS. THANK YOU TO THOSE WHO READ AND LIKE.
A/N #2: I went ahead and re-wrote this, just felt like it needed more in it. More details and such. Hope you all enjoy version number 2. :) Just to reiterate, this chapter WILL HAVE graphic rape. If you are under eighteen, or you feel that this will trigger you, skip this chapter.
This was never what she had expected to happen. In all of her 18 years, she never, not once thought about what her father might do once her mother had passed on. It was the eve of what would have been her mothers' fortieth birthday and her father had went out and got drunk by himself, like he always did. She was home alone, thinking back on all the times her and her mom had spent, just talking about anything and every thing. Krissy heard her father's BMW pull up and she gulped. Not only did she not want to deal with him being drunk, she didn't want to get into any kind of an argument with him that might result in her having another busted jaw.
Mike got out of his car, drunk as a skunk, staggering to the front door. He knew his daughter was inside, he could hear her bustling about, making all sorts of noise. He didn't really feel like dealing with her tonight, seeing as how it was his late wife's birthday and he would much rather just be alone. He walked into the living room, and his eyes landed on his daughter, standing up like she was about to go up the stairs to her room. She looked just like her mother, blonde hair, blue eyes, same toned frame. His cock gave a little twitch as he though about his wife. Krissy saw the look her father was giving her, and she shuddered. It wasn't a look that a father should give a daughter.
"What are you doing you little cunt?" Mike asked, disgusted. "N-nothing father." Krissy replied, meekly. Mike walked over to her and pulled her up by her hair. Krissy gave a small scream, and Mike forced her to look into his eyes. "You are a spitting image of your mother. So similar. I wonder..." Mike trailed off as he got an evil glint in his brown eyes. Krissy didn't like that, and she was suddenly afraid of what her father was going to do. "I want you to go put on your cheerleader uniform." She tried to force herself away from his grasp. "No." Was all she said, as she tried to knee her father in the groin. He then backhanded her. "GO PUT ON YOUR UNIFORM. NOW. Or I will put in on for you." He said. She scurried so fast up the stairs to her room. When she returned back downstairs, she saw her father with her moms picture, touching himself through his pants.
Mike looked up and saw his daughter. "You look damn sexy in that uniform baby. Come over here and let me see it up close." Krissy just stood there, trying to find the courage to just run. Mike was getting impatient. He stalked over to her, and licked his lips. His daughter was just so sexy in that little uniform of hers, thinking about everything he wanted to do to her right then made his dick harder, almost painfully so. "You know what would make me very happy? For you to get down on your knees and start to suck my dick." Krissy gulped and decided to test her courage again and stand up to her drunk father. "No, dad. I am not going to perform oral sex on you." Mike slapped Krissy across the face again, this time hard enough that she had a cut on her lip from his ring. Krissy had tears running down her cheeks as her father forced her on her knees and pulled out his dick.
"You WILL suck my cock, understand that bitch?" Mike asked, with a shit eating grin. Krissy fought the urge to throw up when Mike grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced his cock down her throat. "That feels so fucking good. Suck, bitch. I know you know how. My slutty daughter, how many of the boys at school have had a taste of that sweet pussy?" Krissy tried to get away, she wanted nothing more than to pack a bag and leave this house for good. Mike, however, had plans for his slutty daughter. "Come here, cunt." He said, as he pulled her up my her hair. Krissy had tears pouring out of her eyes. Mike threw her back on the couch and lifted up her skirt. "Let me taste how sweet you are. I bet you're as sweet as your mother. Boy, she loved it when I would lick her pussy and make her come several times." Mike said, smiling. Krissy tried to keep her legs closed. "Please, dad. Please don't do this. This is not who you are." Krissy pleaded with her father. Mike slapped her again. "DO NOT speak. I don't care what you have to say. Tonight, you are not my daughter, tonight you are just the little whore I am going to fuck." He said, ripping her white cotton panties off.
There was no way Krissy would be able to fight him off. While she was 5'7", and only 120 pounds, he stood 6'5", and weighed 220 pounds, most of it muscle. No matter how hard she tried to kick him off, he held her legs down to the point that she knew she would be getting bruises. Mike leaned his head down to her pussy, and stuck a finger in. "Oh, you aren't even wet. That's a shame. I will fix that." He started lapping at her pussy, sticking three fingers in. Krissy was indeed a virgin, but of course, her father wasn't in the listening mood. "Please get off of me!" Krissy yelled, crying. Mike lifted his head up, and said, "I told you to shut your mouth. Now you leave me with no choice but to restrain and gag you." With that being said, he pulled her up, dragged her upstairs, and threw her on his bed. The bed he and her mother shared.
Walking over to her, he grabbed some tape from the nightstand, and proceeded to bind her hands, and tape her mouth. He left her legs alone, he wanted to feel her wrap her legs around his waist. "That should do the trick. Now, where were we? … Oh, yes." Mike gave a sinister laugh and resumed his attack on her pussy with his mouth and fingers. Krissy closed her eyes, trying to find a safe place to drift off to, but it was hard. She continued to struggle free, her attempts were feeble, he was just too strong. Finally, she gave him, and let him do whatever he wanted.
Mike noticed that his daughter stopped resisting. That's a pity, he thought to himself. I love it when she struggles. He stopped fingering and licking her, feeling she was ready for his cock. "Oh, I know I am going to enjoy this. I will ruin you, no one will ever want a girl who let her own father fuck her." Mike said, and with that, he shoved his cock into her pussy. Krissy screamed against the tape, knowing it would do no good. Tears streamed down her cheeks, as he fucked her. "Oh, your pussy is so tight. Feels so much better than your moms. Fuck, baby. With the way you wrap around my cock, I won't last much longer." He moaned, ripping her cheer leading top off, and roughly grabbed at her breasts. It hurt so much, Krissy screamed again.
"Your tits are so perfect. Your moms tits were small, but yours... The perfect handful." He said, leaning down and taking a nipple in her mouth. He nibbled, sucked, and slapped her tits. "I think I want to take you from behind. Your mom always loved it when I fucked her in the doggy position. I had her coming for hours like that." Mike pulled out of her pussy, took her hands off of the headboard, and flipped her over, re-taping her hands to the headboard. He pulled her hips up so that her ass was in the air, and spread her legs.
"So nice, seeing you like this." He said, while slapping her ass. She screamed against the tape again,wishing this would all stop. "Ready for my cock baby?" He asked, and Krissy shook her head no. "Yeah, of course you are. Even though I just took your virginity, you want my cock. I know you, baby." He shoved his cock back into her pussy and fucked her. "So tight, so tight." He moaned, fingering her ass, while he fucked her. "I am so close baby. So close. I am going to fill your pussy with my cum, I know you are going to love that. I want to watch it slide out of your pussy, then I will let you lick yourself off of my cock." He moaned again, thrusting his cock hard into her pussy. Soon, he stilled and yelled curse words as he filled her pussy with his seed. Once he was done, still hard, he grabbed her head, ripped the tape off of her face, and yanked it back so that she could suck him while he got soft. "You like the taste of your blood and pussy don't you, whore? You are nothing but a sick little cunt." He said, pulling his cock out of her mouth. He un-taped her hands.
"Now get the fuck out of my sight. Remember, don't tell anyone. This will be our little secret." He smiled. Krissy quickly rushed out of there and into her room. Closing the door, and locking it, she sank to her knees and cried.
She didn't know how to go on from there. Her own father had used and abused her, for his sick pleasure. She was sure that she needed to get out of that house. She went into her bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her lip was swollen, her eyes red and puffy, she didn't have to look at her body to know that the bruises on her hips, ass, and legs were starting to form. She felt queasy, and a few seconds later emptied the entire contents of her stomach into the toilet. She felt so disgusting. Getting up, she flushed the toilet and walked into her shower. She let the water get super hot before she stepped in. She just wanted to crawl into a hole and die.
An hour later, she emerged from her shower, put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, packed a duffle bag of clothes. She grabbed her Samsung phone, laptop, chargers for both, a couple of books, tossed those into the duffle bag. Walking over to her closet, she opened up the little cubby hole in the floorboard and pulled out a lock box. Taking her car keys, she found the little lock key and opened the box. All those summer jobs, Christmas and Birthday money she had saved were rolled up in a blanket. She supposed she had at least three grand, she wasn't sure. Taking the money out, she threw it into her duffle bag. Grabbing her backpack purse that had her wallet, perfume, and other stuff, she opened up her bedroom window.
Grabbing the duffle bag, she threw it down on the ground. She then jumped out of the window, knowing she would land safely on her feet. Picking up the duffle, she walked up the her beat up Chevy Impala, threw the bag in the back and got in the front seat. She didn't know where she was going to go, all she knew was that she needed to leave this house, and this town. For good. Sticking the keys into the ignition, she turned and started the car. Backing out of her driveway, she drove. The city of Fairfield would never see her again.