Ted Leonard - Raped degraded daughter

Linda Simmons cowered in her bed as she listened to her mom and dad arguing again. Her father sounded so mean when he yelled, and it always frightened Linda. She was frightened now as her dad's voice rose threateningly. Then she heard the slapping sound and her mom's short scream. Oh God, Linda thought fearfully, he's gonna hurt her again. One night a few months before, Jim Simmons had come home rather drunk, and he had beat the hell out of his wife because she refused to fuck him. Linda's young ears had heard some pretty horrible things that night.

"What's wrong with my cock?" her father had yelled. "You got another one on the side? Is that it, you fucking bitch? Why won't you fuck, you little slut?"

"Because you're so God damned drunk, you slob!" Janet Simmons had responded.

"You just think your pussy's too good for me!" her father bellowed.

Linda covered her ears with her hands that night, but it hadn't helped. She couldn't shut out the dirty words her parents used when they were drinking and angry. She couldn't shut the dirty words out now either. Her ears burned as her dad shouted. Her mother's voice rose up too, and the woman blurted: "Go jerk yourself off, you filthy bastard!"

Linda turned over onto her belly and sobbed softly into her pillow as the abusive language continued in the other room. Crying to herself, she let one hand slip down onto her to her fuzzy young cunt. Her fingers gently rubbed there as her other hand filled with a tight young breast which she squeezed hard. For a few moments at least, the squeezing of her tit and the rubbing of her pussy relieved the tension in her. For a few moments, she could concentrate on her spiking pink nipple, so tingly in her hand, and her stiff little clit, as tingly as her nipple. These feelings saved her for a little while.

It never lasted, though. Jim and Janet Simmons were too filled with hatred and had resented one another for far too long. Their viciousness came out in their screams and yells that young Linda couldn't escape. The fear in her grew and ruined the few good feelings she could muster in her flowering young body. The young girl took her hands away from her tits and pussy, and flopped over onto her back. In the dark, she stared at the ceiling and chewed her lower lip for a long time as she heard her name mentioned.

Linda knew her name would eventually come into the argument. It always did. She listened tearfully now as her father once again accused Janet of whoring for years. She heard her dad mention her growing young body.

"If you don't give me any, maybe Linda will," Jim Simmons snarled angrily. "She's growing up nice."

That always angered Linda's mother, and now Janet screamed: "You stay away from her, you filthy son-of-a-bitch! Don't you ever even think of doing anything to that kid! I'll cut your balls off if you touch her!"

Such threats always inflamed Jim, and now Linda heard him slap her mother around the bedroom and curse her for swearing at him.

"Why shouldn't I fuck the cute little bitch?" he bellowed. "How do I know she's my daughter? Who were you fucking then?"

Tears stung Linda's eyes again. She had heard her dad say such things many times in the past. So often, in fact, that she sometimes doubted that Jim was her real father. Would a real dad get falling-down drunk and want to fuck his own little girl? Would a real father threaten to fuck her?

Linda silently thanked God that her mother was there to protect her from her father. Linda had to admit that her mom was something of a bitch at times and often goaded her father, but at least she was there to stand between Jim Simmons and his virgin daughter!

Linda heard her father go into the living room for more drinks and she shuddered. The drunker her dad got, the meaner he became. One of these nights, she thought fearfully, mom won't be able to stop him. What would happen to her? What would her dad do to her? She had heard him rape her mom a few times. He sounded horrible, like an animal in heat. And Linda had accidentally seen his prick a few times. It was immense! She shivered in her bed and crossed her arms over her pert, jutting tits.

The teenager recalled the other day, when she had foolishly goaded her dad. She hated him for hitting her mother and despised him for lusting after his own daughter, so Linda had deliberately pranced from the bathroom into her bedroom, wrapped only in a small towel. She knew that her father was sitting in his recliner chair, and that he would see her run naked into her room.

Unfortunately, her mother saw that, too. So Janet got mad at Linda that day, not at her husband who had made some dirty remark about his daughter's sweet little ass.

"Why did you do that?" Janet had demanded to know.

"What, Mom?" Linda asked innocently.

"You know what, damn you! Isn't it hard enough for me to keep him off your back without you cockteasing him?"

Linda burst into tears and cried: "I never did such a thing!"

"Well, what do you call it, prancing half naked in front of him?"

"I forgot he was here!" Linda cried.

Janet Simmons had looked sadly at her daughter's burgeoning young body. She heaved a sigh and shook her head helplessly. Resigned to the facts of life, Janet said: "Well, be more careful, will you."

She left the room abruptly and closed the door. Linda had heard her father murmur something dirty, then heard her mom blurt out: "Shove it up your ass!"

She had dropped the little towel, then looked at herself in the mirror on the wall. She had to admit to herself that her mother was right; she had deliberately disturbed her father. Linda hated him so much for the way he treated her and her mother that she really wanted to aggravate him.

She had glanced over her naked tits and pussy in the mirror and tried to convince herself that she hadn't really tried to cocktease her father, not the way her mom meant. She just wanted to make him mad, just wanted to get even with him a little. She wouldn't actually want to make his cock big! Would she?

Regardless of the innocent girl's motives, the damage was already done. Jim Simmons had leaned back in his recliner to ease his whopping hard-on and a whopping resentment against his wife and his pretty daughter. In his liquor-soaked mind, both were guilty of torturing him daily. Both were cockteasers, as far as he was concerned, and both ought to have their asses fucked off! He had grumbled to himself and tried to watch the TV.

Linda shut her eyes tightly in the dark as she tried to forget the day she cockteased her dad. After that time, because he had gotten so wild and upset, she tried harder to avoid him and to keep from exciting him in any way.

But just Linda's presence was exciting enough for her father. When he saw her dressed for school, it excited him. It was exciting just to watch her walk away from the house to catch the school bus. It was exciting to see her come home, all pink-cheeked and bright-eyed with her pert young tits poking so cutely in a tight dress or sweater. And her rounded ass had such a delightful twitch to it! It was easy for Jim Simmons to pretend it wasn't his daughter but one of her teenaged girlfriends. All of them were nymphets!

Linda's breath quickened when she realized that her mother was losing the battle in the bedroom. She knew what that meant. Her mother would have to submit to her father's powerful sex urge. Jim Simmons would now hold his wife down on the bed and fuck her brutally, viciously. At least to young and inexperienced Linda, it would seem brutal and vicious. To Linda, all sex was brutal and vicious. Even now, as she heard her mother whimper and her father grunt animalistically, Linda was sure that there was absolutely nothing nice about sex, except maybe the sex she had with her own hands.