God why did you allow me to have another child with this monster? I thought I had escaped my own father when I ran away with sailor boy. Now I had given this monster two little souls to ruin with his sickness from his own father. Why was life so hard and complicated? Didn't anyone just love for the sake of loving and helping each other to fulfill a satisfied life with calmness and peace rather than drama and hate?
The dream was a nightmare that twisted its ugliness into Medusa. Every snake slapped her around as each appendage entered every available orifice in her body. Her raw and bleeding breasts were continually placed in service to both males. Her abdomen growled from lack of food and water. Her skin was caked with dried excrement from baby, dad and herself. She could not feel her legs and was still naked as the sun rose hot and angry.
She came in and out of consciousness and wondered if Little one was safe. No matter what had happened she knew how much she failed on all levels of existence. The light rays ripped through the partially closed blinds as the baby took its long grinding suck. Sailor boy finally was disgusted with nursing when her breasts began to bleed. He was angry at some slight or some event that did not go the way he had planned. Every time he was near her he spit on her, sometimes her would rub his coarse hands over her body and down her thighs, always trying to grab or plunge every part of her. Sometimes he would smack her face from side to side, worse sometimes her would flip her over and fuck her. Every part of her body inside and out was aching and when the pain would get to be too much she would fold her brain into blackness.
There were times when she floated back to her own childhood. The pain would stab her memories and raise them up into subconscious memory. Her mother's face would float above her smiling, telling her to relax and behave. “Relax it will only hurt if you fight it” She never could understand why her own mother had watched her father and grandfather rape and mutilate her soul. None of them could understand how she got the courage to run away with sailor boy. From one hell to another and now her own daughter and newborn son would become residents into his hell.
Slim to None 17 WARNING EXPLICIT ADULT MATERIAL- continuing saga of an abused woman
Another hot day in paradise. He awoke with his member about to burst. Which cunt should he use. He found Little one during the night but she was clinging to his crying son. He had picked up the baby and dumped him on his bitch mother hoping her attitude would change. Lately she had this far away gaze when he entered her..No fear, no fun and she stank worse that the pigsty of his childhood. Perhaps he was being a little too greedy. His stomach growled and he realized he hadn't eaten anything but mothers milk. But his imminent problem was his swinging dick. He went to the closet and opened the door. Rays of morning light revealed no Little one. Crap did that little cunt run out of the house? Would the bitch run to neighbors and tell them naughty tales?He started to throb with fear and lust. His desires always overcame the fear of being discovered. Little one had no idea that life was any different from anyone else. Her life had always been defined by his rules. He knew that the only love she would ever feel was his. No, she would be his defender and would always take care of him.
He went to his room and there she was lying in sleep holding his underwear. Her hair fell around her tiny face and she looked older than 4. He reached out and gently touched her shoulder. She turned her face away and popped her ass up in the air. What a good little girl. No, she would never tell anyone.
He emptied his load all over her legs and ass wishing she was big enough to fit his penis into rather than having to cum on top of her.. The pressure lessened and he fell into exhaustion, crawled into the bed next to his baby girl. His sweet, pure, sex slave. All his. Forever. Sleep crawled over his gnarled rough body and in a second he was snoring the deep sleep of contentment. and grabbed the baby out of her arms.
What a strange turn of events. He loved her mom and the boy better than her. What had she done wrong? Why had he stopped hurting her? Did she suddenly become invisible? She heard her mom moan and took the chance that dad was occupied with her.
Why? Her mom smelled so bad now Little one gagged as she snuck into dad's room. She went to the bathroom and washed off the baby stink that was on her. She was so hungry and tired that when the warm water hit her skin she just wanted to float in the tub. She didn't care if he heard her. She rested her head on the tub floor as the water swirled around her. Her hair floated to the top of the water. She closed her eyes and just relaxed. Her world had changed last night.
Somehow she had lost her father's love. She did something wrong because he didn't want her anymore. Maybe it was because she wouldn't suck the baby's pole. Maybe she was just too grown up now but not big enough to put his pole inside her like he did to her mother. Maybe it was because she didn't clean up the mess her mother made. Maybe it was because he loved her brother better than her. Tears started to fall and ran down into her ears. She washed herself with the hard soap her father used to clean her with. She rubbed her skin raw to chase the self doubt away. She would make herself so sweet that he would stop sucking on mommy. She toweled herself with his t-shirt hoping his smell would comfort her.
The crack and heat of the dawn was starting. She crawled into dad's bed and fell asleep. Sometime during the morning she smelled her dad, sweaty, urine coated, and cum as he came into his room. She knew just what to do, so she turned up her little butt and offered her body as a sacrifice to feel loved.