My Raped Daughter

NOTE: Remember this is a work of fiction. Rape is not one of my favorite subjects but this story just went that way. I am treating it in a mild way with more dignity than it really deserves. Rape is wrong on so many levels and the girl has to live with it for the rest of her life! Remember this is only a fiction story. If this is not your cup of tea please DO NOT read it and then get all upset with yourself for reading it in the first place.



My Raped Daughter

I got a phone call one Saturday evening. It was the police and they had found my daughter and she was at the local hospital. I rushed there just to be detained by a police officer while my daughter was being taken care of.

Betty Jo was only fourteen years old and had been repeatedly raped. From what the officer told me it was two young boys about her age and they took turns raping her for most of the day. I told him that she had gone to girlfriend’s house as she usually does on a Saturday morning and that she was to come home sometime this evening. I hadn’t even started to miss her yet.

Soon I was allowed to see my daughter. A woman police officer was in her room at the time and had finished taking her statement. The nurse told me that I could take her home whenever she wished to go. Betty Jo really wanted to go home and started to remove her hospital gown. The two police officers then left the room embarrassed. Betty Jo stood there naked, facing me. She picked up her panties and started to put them on when the nurse reminded her that I was still in the room.

Betty Jo said, “So what! Two guys fuck me eleven times and about ten people looked my pussy, examined it, and probed me here too, does it really matter if my father sees me naked now!”

The nurse smiled at me and silently left the room.

I watched as Betty Jo put on her bra, hooked the ends together, and twisted it around behind her back before picking the cups up over tits, pulling the straps over her shoulders, and they adjusting each tit in place. She didn’t care in the least what I saw but I got semi-hard and that concerned me. She put on her jeans, her cute top, and her shoes. Betty Jo gave me a long tight hug and kissed me very nicely. Then she took my hand and headed out into the hallway. I had to sign some papers and then a nurse insisted that Betty Jo be taken out in a wheelchair. Of course she resisted but I talked her into cooperating.

Once we got outside I went to get the car. I pulled up to the hospital entrance, got out, and opened the door for Betty Jo. The nurse told me to keep an eye on her for the next few days and to call my doctor if I felt anything was wrong. Then I drove us home.

Betty Jo was very quiet on the way home but once we were inside the house she didn’t seem to want to shut up so I just listened to her talk.

Betty Jo told me about her walking to her girlfriend’s house.