Daughter’s prison – part 2

The months went by. Summer approached, and I neared the
completion of my junior year of high school. I continued
to do fairly well in school, usually getting all A’s with
an occasional B in phys ed. or music. I didn’t have any
close friends. To be honest, I didn’t want any. I
couldn’t invite them over for fear of them seeing my Dad,
and I didn’t have any time to hang around after school,
because I had to watch Timmy.

Dad’s perverse little games continued. Things got worse
when he began subscribing to all these smut magazines. I
remember the first time I came across one of his porno
mags, wrapped up in some brown paper. I’d been curious
about it, but seeing that it was addressed to my father,
and that it wasn’t a household bill that I had taken the
responsibility for writing checks for, I left it alone.

Later the next day, coming home from school, I found the
opened magazine, sprawled across his belly as he lay
snoring on the living room couch. Curious, I tiptoed to
the edge of the couch, leaning forward to take a closer
look.

“Family Taboos” the title read. Across the front cover, I
could see a picture of a young brunette girl, who looked
to be in her mid-teens, on all fours on a bed. Towering
behind her, an older man had his arms clasped around her
waist. He looked to be rutting into her. “Exclusive
photos of father-daughter Incest!” the banner read across
the cover, artfully shielding the nipples of the girl.

I must have been staring at the cover for a long time,
because the next thing I know, when I finally took my
eyes off the page, I glanced up to find him staring right
back at me. I could feel myself burning red, embarrassed
at having been caught looking at his filth.

He gazed at me with an amused look for a brief moment.
“So, did you like looking at Daddy’s magazine? Does it
get you all hot and bothered?” he chuckled?

Furious at myself at having gotten caught, and hating him
with a vengeance, I turned around to leave, but his hands
quickly shot out, gripping my wrist tightly. Sitting
upright on the couch, he yanked me by the wrist, pulling
me onto his lap.

“It’s okay, Daddy’s not angry at your for reading his
stuff. In fact, I wanted to show you something I’m sure
you’ll find very nice.” his voice had turned thick. With
one arm around my waist, holding me onto his lap, he
flipped the magazine over to the centerfold page with his
free hand.

“Take a look at this here, Janey,” he said, placing the
open magazine on my lap. Anything to get this over with,
I sighed in exasperation and look down on the picture. It
showed the girl from the cover. She was on her back,
lying on a bed, with her ‘father’ above her. Her knees
were pressed back towards her head, and her legs were
resting on her father’s shoulders. My eyes centered
downward, and I gasped involuntarily, seeing where her
father’s immense penis was splitting her vagina.

I swallowed. My thoughts were a blur of confusion. This
was the first time I had ever seen the sex act taking
place. The centerfold shot was raw and unsubtle. Despite
my revulsion over what was happening, I couldn’t help but
feel a tingle in my loins, at seeing such a graphic
display of the sex act. Collecting myself, I spoke “Dad,
I really have to go up and do my homework now.” I
squirmed in his lap, feeling his arousal poking up at me.

Chucking, he tossed the magazine onto the coffee table,
relaxing his grip on me. I quickly move up to leave, but
his arms quickly recircled around my waist, pulling me
back down on him.

“Mmm Janey…did you notice… how much you look like
that girl Susie in the picture. Did you see her face–how
much she loved it–when she had her daddy’s big cock deep
up inside her tight wet pussy. She was such a good girl
to spread her legs wide open for her Daddy.”

My heart was pounding frantically. Daddy had been groping
me a lot recently, but he’d never been so open and direct
about wanting to fuck me.

“Dad! I gotta go!” I whined, twisting on his lap. His
cock felt huge pressing against my buttocks.

“In just a minute..” he panted, as his hips began rocking
back and forth against my imprisoned buttocks.

“You know Janey, you’re such a good girl to help Daddy
out like this..” he panted. “Here you are, helping your
daddy satisfy his needs, while yours go on unsatisfied.”
He punctuated this statement by grabbing at my crotch
through my jeans.

“You know, if you’re ever feeling lonely or need
something to help you sleep better, all’s you need to do
is come over to Daddy’s room, and I’ll be more than happy
to give you what Susie’s daddy gave her.” Groaning, he
ejaculated in his pants. His lust sated, he released his
grip on me. Springing up, I ran up the stairs, sobbing.
Damn him! Damn him! Damn him. I wish he would just roll
over and die!!

* * *

My father’s descent into perversion continued, and his
sexual overtures to me became more and more obvious. He
took to fondling me right in the presence of Timmy.

At least once a week, he’d corner me in the living room,
and pull me on his lap and start dry humping me. As his
liberties with my body increased, I knew it was only a
matter of time before he would need something more than
dry humping to sate his lusts. I also knew that I was
basically helpless-at least for now.

There was nothing I could do until I turned 18 and
graduated from high school. All I needed was a year’s
time, and then me and Timmy would be free. Free from my
father’s molestation. Free of this bleak life. Free to
start a new one. Just me and Timmy.

* * *

That time never came. I blink back tears now, as I think
about how absurd I was for thinking it was ever possible
that I could escape the clutches of my abusive father.