He positioned himself between her legs, his massive cock pressing against her drenched folds. He pulled his fingers out with a wet *schlick*, the sound sickeningly loud. She felt the head push against her entrance, stretching her, burning. It was hot, slick, Hate Sex and impossibly large. He ignored her, his fingers working inside her, stretching her, making her wet, even as she whimpered.
She swallowed, the bread in her mouth tasting like ash. Her gaze snagged on the pronounced ridge straining his denim, a sickening knot tightening in her stomach. You’re home early.” Her voice, a reedy whisper, barely escaped her throat.
His shirt, usually crisp, hung askew, and his eyes, usually a dull, flat grey, now gleamed with an unfamiliar, predatory light. Chris, her father, filled the archway, his shadow stretching long and distorted across the linoleum. The chill of the Sudbury night seeped through the thin windowpanes, a stark contrast to the sudden, suffocating heat that now radiated from the hallway. A thick, insistent bulge tented the front of his jeans, a palpable presence in the suddenly shrinking room. Tiffany stood by the kitchen counter, a half-eaten sandwich forgotten in her hand, the quiet hum of the refrigerator a mocking serenade to the heavy thud of the front door.
A sharp gasp escaped her. His hand, rough and heavy, closed over one breast, squeezing, his thumb abrading her nipple. “My daughter,” he mumbled against her skin, his voice muffled, “is exactly what you are.” He fumbled with the waistband of her shorts, tearing them down, then her panties, exposing her quivering mound. She felt the cool air on her bare pussy, then the sudden, searing heat of his hand. His fingers, thick and blunt, parted her labia, probing, finding her clit, then slipping inside her, two fingers thrusting deep. He leaned in, his mouth finding her neck, sucking hard, leaving a bruising mark.
Her father, Chris, occupied the archway, casting a long, distorted shadow across the linoleum. Tiffany stood by the kitchen counter, a half-eaten sandwich forgotten in her hand, the quiet hum of the refrigerator a mocking serenade to the heavy thud of the front door. In the suddenly shrinking room, there was a palpable presence in the form of a thick, insistent bulge on the front of his jeans. She swallowed, the bread tasting like ash in her mouth. Her voice was barely audible, a reedy whisper. In stark contrast to the sudden, suffocating heat that was now emanating from the hallway, the chill of the Sudbury night filtered through the slender window panes. He walked slowly and purposefully across the kitchen floor. Her nostrils were assaulted by the musky, primordial scent of stale beer. His large, calloused hand clenched onto her arm and dug into the supple flesh above her elbow. The sandwich fell silently, crashing to the ground. She felt a sickening knot in her stomach as her focus shifted to the noticeable ridge in his jeans. “Tiffany,” he said in a gravel-like low growl. “Tiff, I’ve been thinking about you.” His intense, dark, heavy-lidded eyes swept over her and revealed her nakedness. His normally clean shirt was hanging out of place, and his normally dull, flat grey eyes now sparkled with an unfamiliar, predatory light. “What are you referring to? You’re hurting me, let go. She felt a wave of nausea as his breath warmed her face. “Every day.” She pulled desperately and frantically to get away. His chest rumbled with a low chuckle. It was a claim and a statement. She was dragged by him through the narrow hallway from the kitchen, the worn carpet rough beneath her bare feet. “This must stop, Chris! She fell against the bed as a result of him pushing her inside. Her usual haven, the door to her bedroom, was now a gaping maw. The buckle’s metallic clang, followed by the zipper’s, reverberated throughout the small room. His engorged, thick erection broke free, forming a dark, pulsating column. In a somber protest, the springs creaked. Arrogant and demanding, it bobbed. Please!” The sudden, deafening flow of blood in her ears drowned out the plea in her cracked voice. A bead of pre-cum glowed at the tip of his enormous and veiny cock, giving it a life of its own. He unbuckled his belt while standing over her. With her hands outstretched behind her, she scrambled backwards on the bed in an effort to escape. He snarled, “Early enough,” and drew her closer. Escape from me!” He lunged, grabbed her by the ankles, and then dragged her down the bed. “Don’t you call me Chris,” he snarled in a lust-filled voice. Additionally, you’ll pay attention to your father.” After lowering his jeans so that they gathered at his ankles, he removed his underwear, Hate Sex the white cotton falling off like a surrender flag. Standing erect, her nipples were small and tight from fear. Her head hit the headboard with a thud. He didn’t care about her. He sharply screamed as he ripped at her t-shirt, revealing her breasts. I’m your daughter!” She shed a torrent of tears, leaving hot marks on her icy cheeks. She let out a loud gasp. He murmured against her skin, muffled, “My daughter is exactly what you are.” He fumbled with her shorts’ waistband and tore them down, then her pants, revealing her writhing mass. “Do you think you can say “no” to me?” She was ensnared as he climbed onto the bed, his weight pressing the mattress down. The sudden, piercing heat of his hand followed by the cool air on her bare pussy. Her body arched and her legs shook in an agonizing effort to free him. His rough and hefty hand squeezed her one breast while rubbing her nipple with his thumb. His blunt, thick fingers parted her labia, probed, found her clit, and then slipped inside her with two deep thrusts. That hurts!” While she whimpering, he ignored her while stretching and wetting her inside with his fingers. Her throat ripped open with a choked scream. She felt stretched and Hate Sex burned as the head pushed against her entrance. With a sickeningly loud “schlick,” he pulled out his fingers. He grunted, rocking and pushing with his hips, “You’re so tight, Tiff.” “So well.” As he plunged, she screamed and felt a sharp, tearing pain between her legs. His massive cock pressed against her wet folds as he positioned himself between her legs. He pushed further, slamming his balls into her arse and filling her up to her utmost capacity with his cock. He leaned in, his mouth touching her neck, and he sucked hard, causing a cut. She felt a sharp, nauseating jolt as he hit her cervix. In a primal, raw protest, her body screamed. He sat down with his mouth over hers, Hate Sex forcing his tongue through her clenched teeth to get a taste of her fear and tears. Her mouth was filled with a metallic, blood-like taste of beer and beer. He was too rough and too big. The room was filled with his deep breathing as he began to thrust in a slow, deliberate rhythm. It was unbearably hot, slippery, and massive. Her bones were pierced by the new wave of pain that came with each plunge. “Does Tiff feel that?” He hissed, speaking in a rough whisper. Within you.” He increased his speed, and his attacks became more ferocious and rapid, a never-ending battering. Under their combined weight, the bedsprings screamed like a broken melody. She felt a burning sensation in her own body that was greater than any other pain. The thick, musky scent of his cum mixed with her own tears and the metallic odor of blood filled the air. As he pumped his hot, thick cum deep inside her, he slammed his hips into her one last time, releasing a shivering release as he filled her with a sickening warmth that spread through her already broken body. His wet, heavy, and suffocating body collapsed onto her, his breath rasping against her ear. With glistening, wet lips, he pulled back after sucking on her tongue. His body tensed as he grunted a deep, guttural sound.