After Thirteen Years....

[DaddyO]

Standing at the window peering through the shade, I saw the gold BMW pull into the driveway and park. A girl got out, got a bag of groceries out of the trunk, and headed toward the door. I watched her carefully. She was easy on the eyes, with tight blue jeans that clung seductively to her lush curves, and a sleeveless red halter top that seemed about two sized too small.

It had been almost thirteen years since I had seen her, but it had to be Elizabeth.

When she got to the door, I got into position.
She entered the mansion and headed toward the kitchen. She stopped in the living room, however, when she saw her mother bound and gagged on the couch.

Immediately, the groceries crashed to the floor.


"Mmm-mm-moooom...." she stuttered. "What's going on here?"

That's when I stepped up behind her and pressed the gun to her temple.

"Hello, sweetie," I said. "Daddy's home..."

 

[protecter]

"Dad"
"What are you doing?"

I was scared, but confused. I didn't understand what was happening or why. I hadn't seen him for years, he was a stranger to me, but he is still my dad.

"Why are you doing this, What do you want?"
"Let mom go!"

Not afraid of him, I turned around and faced him in puzzlement. I wanted to slap him and at the same time I wanted to hug him. But I could see the anger in his eyes, and I did nither.

"Dad let me help you."

 

[DaddyO]

I couldn't believe she recognized me. She was only six when I was sent away, and she didn't visit me once in all the years I was locked away in that hellhole.

All because of that bitch.
Her mother.
And her willingness to spread her legs for any cock within a hundred miles. I thought I'd gotten used to her infidelities, but when I caught her in bed with my best friend, I knew it wasn't so.


For the last thirteen years, I had been wondering why I shot him and not her. But that was something I planned to correct tonight.

My daughter started to struggle in my arms, so I walked her over to the couch and and bound her wrists behind her back.

"Please don't, Daddy," she begged. I ignored her protests. As I set her on the couch, I looked her over carefully. My little girl was all grown up. She had become a beautiful woman. Too bad she was my daughter. I hadn't had a woman in way too long, and here I had one....

Then, an odd thought hit me. Who said she was my daughter.
The way her mother slept around, she could be anyone's daughter. It might not even be incest.

From the terrified expression on my ex-wife's face, it was clear she knew what I was thinking. I knew then how I could really hurt her. I laughed and she started to scream behind her gag as I reached for Elizabeth....

 

[protecter]

I was so scared, I did not understand what was happening or why. I hadn't seen him for so long, but I remember all the pictures of him mom kept in her drawer. He is still as handsome now as I remember in the pictures. One thing puzzled me, I never heard my mom talk about him very much, or his family.

"Dad, what's happened to you, why are you so angry with us? What have I done to upset you after all these years? Why haven't you come to see me?"

I was so full of questions, but he looked anoyed because of my questions, so I shut my mouth ans the tears rolled from my eyes. I was so confused. All I have ever wanted is a father, and here he is and I am scared of him.

 

[DaddyO]

"Daddy's been in prison, sweetheart," I said. "That's why Daddy hasn't been able to visit you. And it's all because of your slut mother. But I've missed you. Give Daddy a kiss."

Her face lit up, and she pressed her lips to mine, give me a quick soft peck.

"I've missed you too, Daddy," she said.

"We've got a lot to make up for, sweetheart," I said. "Now give me another kiss."

She did, but this time when she tried to pull away, I wouldn't let her. Her eyes widened as I slipped my tongue in her mouth. She started to struggle, but she couldn't get away.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" she asked. "You've my father...."

"Probably," I admitted. Then I slipped my hand undr her shirt and grabbed a handful of firm young tit.

It had been a while.
And I had a lot to make up for....

 

[protecter]

I couldn't get away from him, I tried, but he had a tight hold. I did not understand why he was doing this, unless it was to get back at my mother. I knew that mom had a lot of male friends, but they never stayed for very long.

"DADDY, STOP" I cried. He wouldn't let me go and then I felt his hand on my tit, and a cold shiver covered my body.
"What are you doing, Im your daughter, for god sake, stop!"

I continued to squirm and push away from him, but held on tighter. I heard my mother scream from under the gag and try to get him to let me go. But he just held on. I decided not to pull away for it was hurting me to struggle, so I relaxed to see if he would release and let me go.

"Dad, Im sorry for any pain mom might have caused you, but why take it out on me if your mad at her? Im your little girl, and I love you, let's talk, not fight, I need you in my life...please?

I was really hoping that he would let go and sit down and talk before things got out of hand, the last thing he needed in the police getting called because of the ruccus the neighbors might hear.

 

[lisa804]

The nightmare was getting worse.

If only it were just a nightmare. But the reality of the situation was terrifying. I still couldn't understand how he found me. I was so careful but the bastard was too smart after all. He was always a prick, that's why I cheated on him when we were married. After he murdered Karl I thought I'd never see him again.

Now after moving so far, starting over again, feeling safe, he was back.

I was fearing for my life but now my daughter. Take me not her, I was helpless to stop her from entering my nightmare, now that she's here it's too late. He had us both now.

When he grabbed her as she came through the door I screamed. It was useless, I know, but it was all I could do. Now the bastard is going to rape her and I'm screaming louder into the gag he bound my mouth with. Not my little girl.

He's kissing her, grabbing her tits roughly. I can only watch and imagine what he's going to do to her, to us. As I imagine it, my pussy tingles slightly. I'm into bondage, you see, it's something that slowly grew in me over the years. I know it started with this prick, the way he would force me to have sex with him when we were married. I began to hate him now for causing the little jolts of excitement from this horrifying situation. The asshole was going to have his way with us, maybe even go so far as to harm me, or worse my little girl.

The shame of getting aroused while he fondled my little girl, his own daughter, enveloped me like a blanket. Tears roll down my face as I watch him rip off her shirt.