My “sex” life: the wedding

I’m sorry these stories aren’t all in chronological order, I just write what I can recall.

(I’m sorry these stories aren’t all in chronological order, I just write what I can recall.)

As a recap, my mother left me with my father when I was 10 years old, then began the life of rape and torture.
Fast forward a few years to when I was 12, my dad and I got a letter in the mail that was addressed to the both of us – it was from my mum.
It was a wedding invitation of my her and her new fiancé. Apparently, she’d finally gotten clean of her substance abuse and was no longer a prostitute. I was shocked, as this was the first time we’d heard from her since she’d abandoned us 2 years ago.
I didn’t want to go. I couldn’t stand the idea of seeing her with a new family while she’d left me with such a life, and I could help but feel that she knew exactly what was happening to me. The next day, I was summoned downstairs to see my dad holding a gorgeous yellow dress for me to wear to the wedding that he was forcing me to attend (for some reason).
The wedding was awful, when I saw my mum I could barely recognise her. She looked so much skinnier and less stressed and wrinkly than before. She invited my dad and I to come meet her new husband by the marquee while everyone else was eating.
I hated how she tried to act like everything was alright and I hated how my new step father treated me like I was his own daughter. He smiled at me strangely and gave me a very tight hug, saying that I was a lot bigger than he expected and gushing about how pretty I was.
I could see my fathers anger as he watched us interact. He balled up his fists in his pockets and shot us a violent glare the whole time.
We ended up leaving early as I could see my father was completely done with seeing my mother so happy with another man while his life was still meaningless and the same.
In the car he was silent. He drove to an unfamiliar area and told me to get out. He walked me to an alleyway under a bridge where we were out of sight. Suddenly, he grabbed my neck and pinned me to that wall.
“You bitch! Look at what you did! She’d still be with me if it weren’t for you.”
He slapped me across the face and tore off the skirt piece of my only nice dress. I cried as he threw my to the ground, pouncing on me and removing pants as he did.
“Daddy!” I tried to struggle away but he slammed my head against the ground and pulled me back. He covered my mouth to muffle my screams and pleas and he lined his hard cock against the entrance to my pussy.
“No wait, I’m not wet yet!” I panicked.
His right hand clasped around my breast and his other pulled me up by my neck, putting me into an extremely uncomfortable position. With a single thrust, he slammed into my dryness as hard as he could.
“You’re a worthless whore, just like your mum!” He whispered into my ear. I cried and struggled, chocking as he still held my throat but it was no use. He smashed into me with force. I could feel his cock rubbing against my insides with so much friction and slamming against the very back of my cervix. Each jolt was so painful and the ground grazed and cut up my arms. Through the pain I felt a familiar feeling and slight sparks shot up my spine. My breathing became heavy and shallow and nipples began to harden between his fingers. I could not believe I was about to cum. I felt like the whole he described me as and I couldn’t control it.
“You better not cum you digesting slut.” He removed he had wrapped around my nipples and brought it down to my vagina, rubbing my clit.
“No dinner if you cum”
He rubbed faster and thrusted deeper. He pinched my little bud and worked if singer into my sore pussy, roughly grazing my g-spot. I couldn’t take it anymore. I threw my head back and let out a shameful shriek as I spasmed under his weight.
He suddenly ripped his cock out of my now drenched hole, making an awful sloppy sound and flipped me over.
“What did I just fucking say!”
His grip loosened for a split second but I was too weak to try to escape.
“Please no,” I pleaded as rubbed his hard dick against my ass hole.
I hated anal because it hurt more than anything, but of course he knew that. He got to his knees and positioned my lower back onto his lap, spreading my bruised legs open before wrapping his hands back around my neck.
It took a few tries but he was finally able to penetrate my tight 12 year old ass and he let out a loud groan.
“Ugh you’re so much tighter than your fucking mum.”
I hated hearing about my mum, and my dad made it a thing to mention her whenever he fucked me.
“This is all your fault you know. Say it! Say this is all your fault!”
“This is all my fault” I mouthed as he continued to crush my wind pipe.
“Say it again” his grip tightened and I could barely breath. (And it didn’t help that each thrust into my body was so powerful that it literally mocked the wind out of my lungs)
I let out a few gargling sounds but couldn’t form any words.
“Look at what we’re fucking doing, look at you. You’re a worthless whore and everyone sees it. I saw how that bastard was looking at you” (he was referring to my new stepdad.) “you wanna fuck him too huh?”
I shook my head as tears continued to stream down my face.
“I hate you! I can’t even look at you” he pushed my head to the side, slamming it into the floor. He then rose to his feet, now fucking me with my ass in mid air and my back grazing the concrete. I felt so much pain jolting from every part of my body. I couldn’t help but let out a few moans.
“I hate you!” He repeated.
His thrust became faster and he returned one of his hands to my breast, almost tearing it from my skin. I screamed and he groaned as he smashed into my brutally stretched pre teen ass. He suddenly pulled out and let go of my neck, allowing me body to freely fall to the ground. He stroked his dick quickly and brought it to my face.
My father shoved his penis into my mouth and coated the insides of my throat with his warm seed as his loud groans echoed off the wall. He held my face to his pubes for a few seconds as he emptied his load into my guts.
It was at this moment that I knew I would never be a normal girl again. I had just been raped (again) by my birth father and now I had his cock blocking my airways.
I looked up at him, crying again and he spat it my face. Once he was finally satisfied he let go of me and ticked his manhood back into his trousers.
“If you’re not back at the car in two minutes, I’ll leave you here” he said as he walked off, leaving me on the had floor, bruised, weak, sweating and exhausted.
True to his word, not only had I not been allowed any food at the wedding, but as punishment for orgasming against his will, my father also deprived me of dinner for that night. I spend the rest of the car ride in the front seat, getting finger fucked by his giant hands, and by the time we reached home, both the seat and my clothes were dripping with my fluids.

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