Thread: Enough is Enough (Skye Pilot & TortoiseShell)

Desiree wished she could understand what was going on and how to react to it. It was hard for her to put her finger around the fact that her beloved father would ever think of harming her, especially in that way. Although he never actually interfered with her private life, he remained protective of her and she could see him tense slightly whenever there was a boy around the house. He wasnt drunk, either. She knew that from the start yet subconsciously wished it was the reason for his awful actions. It would have made things so much easier. She could have hopped into her car or locked herself up in her bathroom until the storm passed by and he either passed out or sobered up. Then everything would end with a few awkward days before returning to normal. Of course she would never be around him when he drank. For a few minutes she sat in silence, contemplating all of the what ifs. However, she was soon brought back to the harsh reality of the nights events he was fully conscious and on the verge of violating her teenage body. She hesitated, trying to figure out what to do and how to respond. Was hurting him really an option? She struggled to remember whatever she could about rape. However, even thinking of that word in the same sentence as her father was atrocious, making her sick. She would simply have to resist as best she could, try to delay the unavoidable finale of the night. Oh, how she wished she had stayed in the car with her boyfriend instead of returning home. Perhaps she could have simply gone back to her room. It would have avoided her so much pain. Instead, she was struggling to resist her bodys responses to his incredibly stimulating touch and fighting the urge to cry. Finally, the man fell silent, seemingly lost in thoughts. She could see her father briefly appearing in those lust clouded eyes she hardly recognized, hope once again filling her little being. There was no way he would take her virginity, she thought to herself happily. He respected her, loved her, she told herself in silence while she watched him contemplate something. Finally he spoke, shushing her. His smile telling her that things would be fine caused a heavy weight to lift off of the frail shoulders, the pair of bright, terrified eyes traveling over the mans face. Why wasnt he just letting her go, apologizing and saying goodnight? Surely it wasnt that hard to do. She watched him wearily, waiting for his further words. I had no idea. What was that supposed to mean? She blushed slightly, realizing that her father has heard the muffled sounds coming from the locked doors of her bedroom. It was extremely embarrassing to know that he knew about them, but she figured that she could get over it. After all, he had tried to assault her. She was relaxed until he spoke again, causing her body to grow tense. It was as though he was possessed, treating his daughter in the most cruel of ways. Leading her on, making her trust him again only to shatter that newly gained trust into thousands of tiny pieces. Her eyes filled with tears and this time she didnt hold them back, a soft sob escaping her lips as two streams of tears rolled down her cheek, landing onto the white fabric of her dress. She shook her head, her expression semi-disgusted and semi-hurt. Why are you so cruel to me? She whispered, her voice breaking as she tried to speak. It was too much for her to bear. She wasnt ready for such things, nobody ever was. She didnt move when he manoeuvred her legs, as terrified as a shaking rabbit. His intense gaze on her was so predatory that it made her want to scream, run away and never come back no matter what. She could see the twisted enjoyment in those eyes, the male clearly getting off from seeing her cornered and frightened. She had no idea what the following day would be like and feared to even consider it. No, she would move out the moment she was eighteen and the accounts were unfrozen. She would grab all of her things and get out of that dreaded place. Perhaps one day her boyfriend could come to look at her the way he did before, and if not she would simply find someone else. Oh, how many things her father was ruining. Her innocence was only a small fraction of all the things he was intending to take from her. She watched him moan, his body shivering. While if it had been someone else under different circumstances she would have found it arousing, in that case it was plain disturbing. He touched himself with her hand yet looked as though she was the one eagerly pleasuring him. No, it didnt, she mumbled quietly to herself, glaring at the man. Please, dad, stop, she implored him yet again although she doubted it would lead anywhere. Im your daughter, why would you do something like this to me? She mumbled, gasping as she saw him pull out his cock. Refusing to look at it, she turned her head away, her eyes tightly shut. Nonetheless, it remained imprinted into her mind, burning through it. She could still picture the pink skin, the perfect mushroom shape of his head, the fairly impressive size, all of it making her want to lean in and taking him into her mouth. No, he was her father, she reminded herself. One who couldnt care less about what she thought and felt in regard to his actions. He then placed her hand onto his cock, causing her to let out a soft gasp although she still refused to look. When he spoke to her, she realized that he wasnt leaving her much of an option, his voice sounding as though she would end up getting hurt if she were to disobey. Her hand trembling, hot tears rolling down her face, she tightened her grip until she held him firmly yet not too tightly. Hesitating, she started to slowly move her hand up and down his length, her hand warm and soft as a childs. Her thumb followed her hand, following the middle of his underside and stroking the tip each time she reached it. She felt sick from what she was doing, the thought that in her hand was her fathers dick making her feel dirty and used. I hate you, she spoke slowly, opening her eyes for a minute to look back at him, the negative feelings amplifying as she caught sight of his demeaning gaze. Every word was articulated and followed by a pause. Her eyes that were generally filled with love, life and passion for everything she did were empty and cold, all of her being fully believing in the truthfulness of the words she spoke. It was harsh, but he deserved it. Truth was, however, she doubted that he would even care which only amplified her pain. Her hand meanwhile steadily accelerated, the girl assuming that if she could make him cum he would stop for the night and give her a chance to get the hell out of the house if he decided to ever try anything again.