Post by Kasatsu on Aug 21, 2008 22:14:33 GMT -5
Warning: This contains very explict content of things I strongly don't agree with. Read with caution!
((Note: Another tale that resulted from talking about June (Conway's 'insane' sister.) when I was informed of this from her past: "He... would come into her room at night, use he full name, say "sweet nothings" in her ear, terrifying the living snot out of her so she would never tell, rape her, and then go back to his bedroom." I am shocked and more then a little freaked out. I am so glad the father was killed. . . . * is speechless *))
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It was way past her bedtime and she lay there, the sheets pulled up to her chin. For some reason she was not able to fall asleep like she usually could. She was often able to fall right asleep once she was sent to bed, so she sat there counting Banders.
She had almost fallen asleep when she heard her door creak open resulting in a ray of light from the hallway to grace her floor. Her brow furrowed in puzzlement as she saw the bipedal form of her father standing in its frame.
“Da-daddy?” She asked softly stuttering in her confusion. Once her door was shut for the night it was not allowed to be opened till the next morning, under no circumstances other then if she absolutely had to use the restroom. What then was her daddy doing in her room?
He shut the door behind him before he started to head further into her room. When he got about halfway into her room he started to speak. “You love your daddy don’t you, darling? You would do anything that pleased your daddy, right?” He asked as he made his way closer to the bed, coming to sit on the edge.
Confusion clear in her eyes she nodded her head. Why would she not? All little daughters loved their daddies.
“That’s my girl.” He murmured, his eyes taking in her form under the covers. Seeing that she was shivering he made gentle shushing noises. “It’s alright my dear, though it’s not daddy who is visiting you tonight. No, not tonight. No it’s Ian Wescott. You understand, don’t you?” He paused for only a moment, starring down at where his hand now caressed her above the cover, though about an inch separated his hand from the sheets. “No, no of course you don’t. That is to be expected though, isn’t it? From one so young, so fresh, so . . .” His words trailed off.
He sat there, silently starring down at her with a gleam in his eyes. A gleam that made her shiver in fear. Her mind was racing with the trepidation as she tried to sort out what was going on.
There was a long pregnant moment before his hand descended that little length and rested on her hip. With that his muzzle broke into a grin; his teeth and eyes glinting even in the semidarkness. Her father had always had a wolfish grin, the sight of his teeth had always caused uneasiness, but never before had such a thing caused her this much terror.
“That’s a good girl” He murmured as his hand started to pet her gently on her hip, still not crossing the barrier of the sheet. “Now, darling,” he leaned forward bringing his other hand to rest besides on the bed besides her throat. Slowly he extended his claws so that they applied pressure against her throat, aiming for her jugular. “I love you very much, you know that right? Of course you do. So you have to promise not to tell /anyone/, understood. If you do then they might take your daddy away and that would not be good would it? Your mommy would be all along, as well as your brother. You don’t want that, right?” He applied pressure slowly till she shook her head as best as she could.
When his claws pressed strong enough to cause her fur and skin to dent under them he continued. “You must promise me not to tell a soul. /No one/ is to /ever/ know about this. You tell a soul and I will make sure that you regret it, understood?” He waited a moment as she struggled to respond before saying more forcefully, “Is that understood!?”
With a choked sob she nodded her head.
“No, no, no, my dear. There is no need for tears.” He cooed at her; bring the hand up from her throat to brush them away. “Just promise me that you will not scream. I don’t want to hurt you any more then necessary.” He stated in a matter of fact manner.
June was full of fear at what was happening. The words her daddy muttered only fueled her fear, not decreasing it as her father seemed to think they would. What was happening to her? What was it that her daddy planned on doing?
“That’s my girl” He murmured with a slight smile. With one hand against her cheek, holding her head in place his other began to increase the length of which it stroked. He could feel her quiver underneath the covers and honestly it made him want this more. Her fear would add a lovely flavor to the already favorable event.
After a long moment he reached up and swiftly pulled the sheet off of her form, allowing it to bunch up at the end of the bed, holding her feet pinned in its embrace.
He stared down at his daughter, taking her form in. While he had seen her countless time it had never been in a situation like /this/. There was something completely exhilarating about seeing one’s daughter like this. He made a few more shushing sounds as his eyes continued to take her in. As he finished assessing her he licked his lips, almost drooling from his thoughts.
“You are such a pretty thing, my dear. Such a pretty daughter”
He raised his right hand over her again, it was shaking slightly, slowly lowering it to her hip again, this time exhaling a long breath as it touched soft fur. With this simple act enacted he grew boulder. Taking his hand he ran it from her shoulder down to her hip, in a mixture between a pet and a caress.
Feeling his hand on her body she closed her eyes, her body still trembling in fear. She held to her promise though and did not cry out though she wanted to protest. She was a little fearful for what he would do to her if she should voice any of the outcries that shouted in her head.
“Such pretty, pretty fur” He whispered his voice showing his awe. After a few more strokes he pressed on her shoulder, effectively pushing her so that she rolled onto her back. “That’s my dear” He praised her.
He stared down at her body again. She was still quite young, her body not completely formed into the feminine figure it would take as she got older. There was something about seeing this undeveloped body that just did it for him. Shifting a little to ease pressure between his legs, he continued his gazing for another long moment.
“Oh, my precious, you look beautiful. Don’t you agree?” Sensing that it was unwise of her to break him from what appeared to be a trance of sorts she held her tongue, biting it slightly as she keep her jaw clenched. Her brain was rampant with ideas of how to get her daddy to stop what was going on. So far he wasn’t hurting her, and she was more then sure that if she did stop him there would indeed be pain. For now she decided to stay with the least painful course.
When she felt his hand cover her chest before gently rubbing down to her belly her eyes shot open in fear. No one had /ever/ touched her /this/ way before. With eyes wide in fear she looked up at the face of her father. He didn’t meet her gaze, his focused instead on his hand and its actions. Her gaze was instead brought to that of his muzzle, his teeth glinting as he grinned. Those teeth promised pain, a thought which accelerated her heart with fear.
Feeling the change in her pulse he gave a chuckle that could not be taken as kind. “You are as turned on by this as I am, aren’t you, precious? Of course, of course, there is no way you would feel otherwise.” Convinced that she was as pleased by all of this as he was he trailed his hand lower, finally reaching between her legs.
Her whole body jerked in rejection as she felt her father’s touch. She whimpered out loud as fear flooded her this time.
“Shh, shh” He told her, his hand that was still at her cheek caressing her gently. “It’s alright dear.” He only waited a moment before his fingers between her legs continued their examination. Finding what he fingers had been questing for he ran his fingers up and down her nether lips before looking up at her. “You feel this, darling? This is your treasure, your treasure just for your daddy.”
Knowing that she could do nothing to stop him she closed her eyes, tears leaking down her cheeks.
Taking her submissive position to mean that she would not fight him he gave another chuckle. Turning his attention back to the hand that was between her legs he started to slide them between her lips till he was rubbing against her ‘treasure’ as he called it. Unfortunately she was still a little so fit him just yet, but soon, yes soon she would be big enough. For tonight he would still find his pleasure though. He took the hand away from between her thighs, sucking on two fingers before returning the now wet digits to their previous quest. Taking his other hand away from cheek, he grabbed quickly for a handkerchief that was lying on the floor by the bed covering up his length with it. With that he began to thrust into the fabric, his hand still pumping and rubbing against himself.
As he felt a finger start to slide inside of her, his hips bucked with a faster pace against his own hand as he jerked himself off. When he finally reached his climax he clenched his teeth together to keep from howling out, allowing the fabric to capture all evidence that would have condemned him otherwise. Breathing heavily he withdrew the one finger which he had managed to slip in her, though it had not gone in far enough within that it would break her maiden head. No that he would leave for a later pleasure.
Cleaning himself off quickly, him then stood back up on his shaking legs. While he recovered himself he reached down, and grabbing the sheet, brought it so that it once again covered her to her chin. “That was wonderful, my love. Now it is time for you to go to sleep. You remember our promise, though, don’t you? You can’t tell anyone.” The last he growled out softly. Seeing in her eyes that she would not betray him from fear of what he would do to her alone, he smiled a grin down at her. “That is my precious,” he murmured as he patted her on the head.
Leaving her room he gently closed the door behind him. He had taken the handkerchief with him, planning on disposing of it in his own room, that way if his mate decided to question him on it he would just tell her he had decided to take his pleasure into his own hands.
When he was finally gone June curled up into the fetal position on her bed. She was not sure what had just happened to her but it left her feeling . . . she didn’t have words to explain the feeling. It was something that she never wanted to feel again though. With that thought the realization of what her daddy had implied crashed on her. Something told her he would be back to do something like this again. As tears started to fall more quickly down her cheeks, she pressed her head into the pillow, muffling her cries.
~
So glad he is dead.
Word Count: 1,964
((I am aware I don't get credit for this till this poor girl comes on board, if ever))
((Note: Another tale that resulted from talking about June (Conway's 'insane' sister.) when I was informed of this from her past: "He... would come into her room at night, use he full name, say "sweet nothings" in her ear, terrifying the living snot out of her so she would never tell, rape her, and then go back to his bedroom." I am shocked and more then a little freaked out. I am so glad the father was killed. . . . * is speechless *))
~
It was way past her bedtime and she lay there, the sheets pulled up to her chin. For some reason she was not able to fall asleep like she usually could. She was often able to fall right asleep once she was sent to bed, so she sat there counting Banders.
She had almost fallen asleep when she heard her door creak open resulting in a ray of light from the hallway to grace her floor. Her brow furrowed in puzzlement as she saw the bipedal form of her father standing in its frame.
“Da-daddy?” She asked softly stuttering in her confusion. Once her door was shut for the night it was not allowed to be opened till the next morning, under no circumstances other then if she absolutely had to use the restroom. What then was her daddy doing in her room?
He shut the door behind him before he started to head further into her room. When he got about halfway into her room he started to speak. “You love your daddy don’t you, darling? You would do anything that pleased your daddy, right?” He asked as he made his way closer to the bed, coming to sit on the edge.
Confusion clear in her eyes she nodded her head. Why would she not? All little daughters loved their daddies.
“That’s my girl.” He murmured, his eyes taking in her form under the covers. Seeing that she was shivering he made gentle shushing noises. “It’s alright my dear, though it’s not daddy who is visiting you tonight. No, not tonight. No it’s Ian Wescott. You understand, don’t you?” He paused for only a moment, starring down at where his hand now caressed her above the cover, though about an inch separated his hand from the sheets. “No, no of course you don’t. That is to be expected though, isn’t it? From one so young, so fresh, so . . .” His words trailed off.
He sat there, silently starring down at her with a gleam in his eyes. A gleam that made her shiver in fear. Her mind was racing with the trepidation as she tried to sort out what was going on.
There was a long pregnant moment before his hand descended that little length and rested on her hip. With that his muzzle broke into a grin; his teeth and eyes glinting even in the semidarkness. Her father had always had a wolfish grin, the sight of his teeth had always caused uneasiness, but never before had such a thing caused her this much terror.
“That’s a good girl” He murmured as his hand started to pet her gently on her hip, still not crossing the barrier of the sheet. “Now, darling,” he leaned forward bringing his other hand to rest besides on the bed besides her throat. Slowly he extended his claws so that they applied pressure against her throat, aiming for her jugular. “I love you very much, you know that right? Of course you do. So you have to promise not to tell /anyone/, understood. If you do then they might take your daddy away and that would not be good would it? Your mommy would be all along, as well as your brother. You don’t want that, right?” He applied pressure slowly till she shook her head as best as she could.
When his claws pressed strong enough to cause her fur and skin to dent under them he continued. “You must promise me not to tell a soul. /No one/ is to /ever/ know about this. You tell a soul and I will make sure that you regret it, understood?” He waited a moment as she struggled to respond before saying more forcefully, “Is that understood!?”
With a choked sob she nodded her head.
“No, no, no, my dear. There is no need for tears.” He cooed at her; bring the hand up from her throat to brush them away. “Just promise me that you will not scream. I don’t want to hurt you any more then necessary.” He stated in a matter of fact manner.
June was full of fear at what was happening. The words her daddy muttered only fueled her fear, not decreasing it as her father seemed to think they would. What was happening to her? What was it that her daddy planned on doing?
“That’s my girl” He murmured with a slight smile. With one hand against her cheek, holding her head in place his other began to increase the length of which it stroked. He could feel her quiver underneath the covers and honestly it made him want this more. Her fear would add a lovely flavor to the already favorable event.
After a long moment he reached up and swiftly pulled the sheet off of her form, allowing it to bunch up at the end of the bed, holding her feet pinned in its embrace.
He stared down at his daughter, taking her form in. While he had seen her countless time it had never been in a situation like /this/. There was something completely exhilarating about seeing one’s daughter like this. He made a few more shushing sounds as his eyes continued to take her in. As he finished assessing her he licked his lips, almost drooling from his thoughts.
“You are such a pretty thing, my dear. Such a pretty daughter”
He raised his right hand over her again, it was shaking slightly, slowly lowering it to her hip again, this time exhaling a long breath as it touched soft fur. With this simple act enacted he grew boulder. Taking his hand he ran it from her shoulder down to her hip, in a mixture between a pet and a caress.
Feeling his hand on her body she closed her eyes, her body still trembling in fear. She held to her promise though and did not cry out though she wanted to protest. She was a little fearful for what he would do to her if she should voice any of the outcries that shouted in her head.
“Such pretty, pretty fur” He whispered his voice showing his awe. After a few more strokes he pressed on her shoulder, effectively pushing her so that she rolled onto her back. “That’s my dear” He praised her.
He stared down at her body again. She was still quite young, her body not completely formed into the feminine figure it would take as she got older. There was something about seeing this undeveloped body that just did it for him. Shifting a little to ease pressure between his legs, he continued his gazing for another long moment.
“Oh, my precious, you look beautiful. Don’t you agree?” Sensing that it was unwise of her to break him from what appeared to be a trance of sorts she held her tongue, biting it slightly as she keep her jaw clenched. Her brain was rampant with ideas of how to get her daddy to stop what was going on. So far he wasn’t hurting her, and she was more then sure that if she did stop him there would indeed be pain. For now she decided to stay with the least painful course.
When she felt his hand cover her chest before gently rubbing down to her belly her eyes shot open in fear. No one had /ever/ touched her /this/ way before. With eyes wide in fear she looked up at the face of her father. He didn’t meet her gaze, his focused instead on his hand and its actions. Her gaze was instead brought to that of his muzzle, his teeth glinting as he grinned. Those teeth promised pain, a thought which accelerated her heart with fear.
Feeling the change in her pulse he gave a chuckle that could not be taken as kind. “You are as turned on by this as I am, aren’t you, precious? Of course, of course, there is no way you would feel otherwise.” Convinced that she was as pleased by all of this as he was he trailed his hand lower, finally reaching between her legs.
Her whole body jerked in rejection as she felt her father’s touch. She whimpered out loud as fear flooded her this time.
“Shh, shh” He told her, his hand that was still at her cheek caressing her gently. “It’s alright dear.” He only waited a moment before his fingers between her legs continued their examination. Finding what he fingers had been questing for he ran his fingers up and down her nether lips before looking up at her. “You feel this, darling? This is your treasure, your treasure just for your daddy.”
Knowing that she could do nothing to stop him she closed her eyes, tears leaking down her cheeks.
Taking her submissive position to mean that she would not fight him he gave another chuckle. Turning his attention back to the hand that was between her legs he started to slide them between her lips till he was rubbing against her ‘treasure’ as he called it. Unfortunately she was still a little so fit him just yet, but soon, yes soon she would be big enough. For tonight he would still find his pleasure though. He took the hand away from between her thighs, sucking on two fingers before returning the now wet digits to their previous quest. Taking his other hand away from cheek, he grabbed quickly for a handkerchief that was lying on the floor by the bed covering up his length with it. With that he began to thrust into the fabric, his hand still pumping and rubbing against himself.
As he felt a finger start to slide inside of her, his hips bucked with a faster pace against his own hand as he jerked himself off. When he finally reached his climax he clenched his teeth together to keep from howling out, allowing the fabric to capture all evidence that would have condemned him otherwise. Breathing heavily he withdrew the one finger which he had managed to slip in her, though it had not gone in far enough within that it would break her maiden head. No that he would leave for a later pleasure.
Cleaning himself off quickly, him then stood back up on his shaking legs. While he recovered himself he reached down, and grabbing the sheet, brought it so that it once again covered her to her chin. “That was wonderful, my love. Now it is time for you to go to sleep. You remember our promise, though, don’t you? You can’t tell anyone.” The last he growled out softly. Seeing in her eyes that she would not betray him from fear of what he would do to her alone, he smiled a grin down at her. “That is my precious,” he murmured as he patted her on the head.
Leaving her room he gently closed the door behind him. He had taken the handkerchief with him, planning on disposing of it in his own room, that way if his mate decided to question him on it he would just tell her he had decided to take his pleasure into his own hands.
When he was finally gone June curled up into the fetal position on her bed. She was not sure what had just happened to her but it left her feeling . . . she didn’t have words to explain the feeling. It was something that she never wanted to feel again though. With that thought the realization of what her daddy had implied crashed on her. Something told her he would be back to do something like this again. As tears started to fall more quickly down her cheeks, she pressed her head into the pillow, muffling her cries.
~
So glad he is dead.
Word Count: 1,964
((I am aware I don't get credit for this till this poor girl comes on board, if ever))
