Farm Girl (18+)

Farm Girl- Eight

**EARLIER THAT WEEK**

I tried to stay away from him as much as I could, of course. I stayed away from anywhere he could get me alone when an attack was due, but he always found a way somehow. I thought about telling someone, but I didn’t know who.

I sure couldn’t tell my mom. That sure wouldn’t do any good. The idea of her doing anything so rash as to stand up to him was laughable. She waited on him hand and foot like he was God. I knew she wouldn’t believe me. And if she did, she wouldn’t do anything anyway.

It wasn’t just that he was f*cking me whenever he wanted, that was getting to me. It was the loss of control over my mind and body when he did it. It was bad enough that he used me however he wanted. Worse yet was that my body betrayed me during these times more often than not.

Sometimes it was over fast, and I could just walk away and clean up. Then again, there were times when my body shuddered through unwanted climaxes and orgasms at my father's hands. What had been almost acceptable from the dirty Spinozzos was the humiliation coming from my Dad.

I even thought about running away to escape him. But I was pretty smart. I knew that running away would solve nothing at all. What could I do? Go to New York and be a prostitute? How would that be any better than this? And what would happen if I turned out to like that too?

**PRESENT DAY**

She jumped, then slowly, hesitantly, moved over to the table across from him.

“Mommy stop him!” I yelled, “Please," I wailed.

“Grab her wrists and hold them there!” he barked.

I felt another, smaller pair of hands around my wrists. I tried to jerk my wrists away when he let go, but my mother held firm.

His hands undid my pants and yanked them down and off as I sobbed in anguish and humiliation. He leered at me, rubbing my c*nt through my thin bikini panties.

“You’re gonna love this baby,” he smiled.

I jerked my head up to look at my Mom. Her eyes refused to meet mine. She stared dazedly at my body, wherever he touched it. He slowly slid my panties down and off, leaving me nude between the two of them.

His pants dropped to the floor and his c**k came out. He poked it against my c*nt slit. Slowly, he pushed it into me, forcing inch after inch up my c*nt tube until his balls rested against my ass cheeks. He pumped into me then, slowly, easily, taking his time.

“You like that wh*re?” he gritted. “Does that feel good? Do you like being F*CKED by your Daddy?”

I sobbed, gritting my teeth against the pain in my slit and the sudden arousal of my oh-so-sensitive cli*ty. My face was buried in his chest fur. Then I felt him shudder. His hips slammed forward as his head jerked up and back.

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!”

He slumped against me, slowly lowering my leg. I jerked my head up to look at my Mom. Her eyes refused to meet mine.

I sobbed, gritting my teeth against the pain in my slit. He pulled out and stepped back. He picked up a can from the table. I hadn’t noticed it before. It was shaving cream.

He poured out a huge handful of white cream.

“Pull your legs up to your chest,” he ordered me.

I sobbed and shook my head. Humiliated by having my Mother see him f*cking me. He grabbed one of my boobs in his other hand and twisted it viciously, making me cry out in pain.

“Do as I say you little sl*t or I’ll tear your f*cking tit right off!” he screamed.

Jerkily, I pulled my legs up and back, opening my c*nt and ass to him. He slapped his cream-filled hand against my ass, smearing it all over my crotch. He rubbed his hand over his hot red c**k, and centered it against my cream-covered sh*thole.

I could feel the tip against my crinkled little asshole. He pushed harder and harder until he forced the tip past the opening.

He started f*cking it in and out with just the tip. Repeatedly forcing my asshole to open and close. He began to press deeper and deeper with each new stroke, shoving his long fat f**k spike deeper into my asshole.

I stared up at my mother. Her face was frozen as she held me tightly. Her eyes were locked on him. He leaned forward and hissed in my ear.

“Your Mom used to have a nice tight little as*hole too, until I f*cked it open for her! Ha! Ha! Ha!” he laughed. His hand came down and cracked against my face, bringing a sharp yelp from me. He started thrusting faster, f*cking me harder and harder to the point where I was in tears from the pain. Finally, he groaned and threw his head back, and I could feel his hot slimy c*m shooting high up into my a*shole. He gave me one more slap and pulled out.

“Go do your chores now sl*t.”

I looked up at my Mom, but she still wouldn’t meet my eyes, so I slowly turned and stumbled off the table and out of the kitchen. I went up to my room to get some clothes on and then went back down to head for the barn. My Dad stopped me as I was about to pass out the side door.

“Hold it, you!” he ordered.

I tensed up and turned slowly, dreading what new ideas he might have had.

“What the f*ck are you doing with those on?” he demanded.

I looked at him in confusion, then looked down at my coveralls and t-shirt.

“What?” I asked, flustered.

“Get those clothes off! I didn’t say you could wear any. Why should we waste clothes on a slut like you?”

I just looked at him in shock.

“You got nothing to hide from us, little p***y," he warned.

He stalked closer till his angry face was right next to mine. “Why should you get those clean clothes all dirty in the barn!? Take 'em off, now!”

Slowly, resignedly, I undid the catches on my shoulder and slid the coverall down my body and off my legs. I pulled my t-shirt up and off my head till I was standing there in just a bra and panties. He motioned at them imperiously, and I sighed and pulled them off too.

“Much better! You look much better that way!” he chuckled.

“Now get out to the barn and do your chores.”