Valerie Gray: Taboo Acts Vol. III: Loving Daddy

Sex with her.

Edwina had too much faith in her father to think of him sexually, as a man. She hadn't anticipated the animal within.

“Edwina, be a dear and get Daddy a bottle of wine from the shelf over there,” he said to her.

Edwina knew she should protest about him having had so much to drink already, but she also perceived that he must have been thinking of his wife, her mother, and their marriage. She couldn't blame him; her mother was a difficult person to live with, now that the thirst for corporate success was there.

She got up and walked over to the shelf. Selecting a bottle of pinot noir, she brought it back to him.

He watched her shapely ass wiggle towards the shelf and something snapped inside Nicholas and his emotional control broke down. His lust came to the front like a marauding band of Norsemen, fuelled by the sight of her in the short cut-offs and the tank top. His cock could no longer be disguised or subdued: emboldened by the alcohol, it just refused to go down. He reached for her breasts and realized he was going to have her. He would rape her if he had to, but hewouldhave her. He wanted the satisfaction of feeling her naked body against his. He wanted to feel the tight walls of her vagina closing in on his penis. Edwina, on the other hand, had the impression that her father was reaching for the bottle in her hand as she bent over the table. She yelped and tried to jump back as his hands closed around the rim of her tank-top, tugging it up with brute masculine force. With his other hand, Nicholas held her by her hair as he practically tore the white top off. Edwina started to struggle, but with power on one hand and surprise on the other, Nicholas clearly had the advantage. She had not bothered to wear anything underneath, and the same went for her shorts, as Nicholas discovered when he tugged at the waist button of the material that kept her crotch from coming into view. Edwina tried kick back, but Nicholas placed a leg behind hers, and pushed her down. Edwina landed with a thump; her butt was already bare, with the shorts having been pushed down to her thighs.

Nicholas placed a hand over her mouth, muffling any sound she might make, and pulled the shorts free of her legs. Nicholas attacked his daughter with the frenzy of a Kamikaze jet fighter. A hand cupped her vagina, roughly brushing against the short pubic hairs that guarded her entrance. The other palm kneaded her breasts alternately, pinching her nipples and teasing the areolas that she had always considered too small.

In spite of herself, Edwina felt the buds turn hard, watching with decreasing detachment as they turned darker in color.

The sign of arousal.

When a rape is in progress, the victim often tends to dissociate herself from the surroundings. Edwina watched the violation of her own body as one sees a movie, the actual trauma coming only at the end of the attack. In the case of Edwina, however, even as she attempted to remove herself from the scene mentally, Nicholas's experienced fingers pulled her back into the incident. A part of her told Edwina to defend herself by refusing to be turned on by his advances, but another part argued that she give in. She felt herself respond to her father's rough caresses as he replaced his hand with his mouth, taking in an entire breast hungrily. She allowed herself the pleasure that came with the depravity in the situation, of having her father enjoy her body without her consent.

Nicholas had his boxers peeled off before Edwina had even realized it, and he was on her before she could react. It took all her will power not to cry out when her father bit hard on her breast. Edwina felt her hands clench tighter as she felt her breasts being massaged by his lolling tongue. For a moment, she almost gave in to the moment and savored the touch of his hands all over the body, as he pried and prodded against her burning skin. The mind may object, but the body has tastes of its own.

Her hands went to the back of his head, pushing him deeper into her bosom. She clutched at his hair, pushing and pulling at the same time. She could feel his hard cock slapping against her hole, depositing on her folds the drops of what the pedestrians callprecum.

His finger was at the entrance. For a moment, the victim in her came to the fore again, wanting to push his hands away, but as soon as his index finger parted her lips. She knew she couldn't stop him?

Nicholas felt her body relax, as if she had finally started to enjoy the rape. In his inebriated condition, he couldn't distinguish whether her defenses had been finally worn down, or if she was just faking it. The adrenaline that was coursing through his body had lessened the effects of the alcohol, and somewhere within him, he felt a pang of guilt, of sorrow, as he realized that the woman lying below him, helpless and naked, was his own daughter. But the guilt passed immediately passed as his finger toyed with the wetness that her vagina oozed with.

He let his finger slip inside. This time, she genuinely moaned; shereallymoaned, his senses told him, misinterpreting it as a sign that she liked it. Thebodyof Edwina O'Malley enjoyed it, but theperson, or soul, of Edwina was turning away from it.

Half an hour ago, she had been happy, eager to share her day with her dad; a dad who was her only true friend, one she could bank on come hell or high water. Now she was underneath him, enjoying the entrance of his finger into her sex. She didn't know what hurt her more, her father's betrayal, or her own willingness to satiate his desires.

Nicholas could wait no more; he felt he had wasted enough and more time to try and make her feel good. It was obvious he could never get her to like it, and all his pent up frustrations were screaming for that final satisfaction, of shooting his seed into his girl. His cock was just at the entrance of her vagina again, glistening and engorged. Wordlessly, all thoughts of love driven out of his mind, Nicholas drew back, intending to slam her to the hilt with his organ.

The slap stunned him. At the last moment, Edwina had drawn upon the hidden resources of her endurance and managed to get enough blood into her hands for a powerful slap across his face. As her father stopped in mid-motion, surprised to the point of freezing, she slid out from under him and with the catlike movements that her body could afford so easily, moved away from him. Getting on her feet, she started to run towards the door, confident that she would reach it before her father realized what had even happened.

Her escape was never meant to be, however. With remarkable speed did Nicholas recover, lunging on his daughter as she tried to run past him. He caught her elbow, and roughly pulled her naked body to him. Edwina tried one last time to get away, but the vice-like grip told her that her father was more than a match for her weak, feminine strength. He had her jaw firmly held with his other hand, moving her face towards his. There was no softness now as he kissed her; he bit into her lips so hard she had to open up her mouth to his tongue. He ground his teeth against her gums, bleeding them thinly as his tongue continued its rape of her mouth.

Edwina felt thoroughly humiliated as he finally pushed her mouth away, the pain of his grip stinging her jaw. For a moment, they stared into each other's eyes; hers soft and searching, and his hard and unfeeling. Silently, she asked him, “Why?” and her answer painfully denied as he whipped her swiftly into the overstuffed sofa a few feet in front. She slammed against the back of the seat, the force jolting her back into the floor. Even before she had hit the ground, Nicholas was beside her, shoving her back into the seat of the sofa and Nicholas exulted as he finally saw the fulfillment of his fantasies within his arm's grasp. Here was his daughter, naked, ready to accept him into her hot young body. Few good men get to enjoy the forbidden fruits of their daughters. He smiled to himself as he lowered himself on her, towering over her quivering body. He had judged correctly; his cock was now barely inches away from her hole, and there was no way she was going to run again. Her hands hung at her sides, barely moving. Her eyes had a dead look in them, and if it had not been for a tiny whimper that escaped her lips, he would have feared that she was dead.