*Trigger Warning: contains graphic details of sexual assault on a minor as well as rape and torture. Skip this chapter if you feel that it will cause a trigger for you.
Rebecca’s Story Of Abuse Part 1
I stood in front of a crowd of victims and sponsors. I was so nervous to tell my story to all of them. But I knew that sharing it was not only the path to helping others, but also the path to healing. I nervously began my story.
“When I was five, I was adopted. My parents had died in a car accident a week before I went to live with Deacon. I had nightmares every night because I had watched them die in a car accident as I waited in my room for them to come home. I watched as the car flipped, trapping them inside. I screamed at the window with tears running down my cheeks. I woke up every night to this nightmare. Deacon would hear my screams and climb into my bed with me snuggling against me. He held me close until I would calm down. At first, this is all that he did. He gained my trust and my love as a father.
Then one night when I was ten he asked if he could help me feel better. That he knew a special thing that only he could do that would make me forget the nightmare. He said that I was his princess and that only I could make him happy. Wanting to not be so afraid of this nightmare anymore, I quickly agreed. He said good and that night he made me wear a nightgown without panties. He then cuddled me with my back towards him and slid his finger through my special area. I was surprised and started to pull away. “Shh, it’s okay and it will make you forget. Just focus on what I am doing, princess.” I felt a bump on my bum and asked him what it was. “It’s my special friend. I’ll introduce you soon, but not right now.” I said okay and allowed him to do what he was doing until I fell asleep.
Mother left us when I was eleven and daddy wouldn’t let her take me with her. He added a new part of the game. He took off his pants and told me to touch his little friend, then he showed me how he liked to be touched and kissed. He instructed me on what to do, on how to lick it, suck it, stroke it, and kiss it.
At twelve my breasts started coming in. He had me take off my shirt and he touched them. Then he would lick and suck them. He also decided that this would be the perfect time to lick my special area.
At thirteen when I spotted blood he said that I was a woman now and could really take care of him. The day after I stopped spotting I came home to find him in my room.
“Come here, princess and shut the door,” he instructed. Following the order, I did as he said and locked it because he preferred us to not be interrupted. “That’s a good girl, now take off all of your clothes.” I looked at him funny. “We are playing a new part of the game today.”
“Okay, daddy.” I took off all of my clothes and dropped them on the floor. I was shaking and scared.
“That’s a good girl. Come over here so that I can touch you. You’re so beautiful, princess,” he cooed as I walked over to him. His hand cupped my breasts and he sucked the nipple in. Then he kissed my neck and I giggled. “Does that tickle?”
“Yes, daddy.” I said. I always had to say it that way.
His finger slid between my legs and rubbed. Then he slid it in, making me gasp. It was painful. “Shh, I know it hurts a little. But it will feel good soon,” he said as he continued, pushing it in and out. His little friend made his pants stick up weirdly. He saw me eyeing it and said. “Touch it.” I did as he said, doing it just the way that he liked it. “Mmm, you’re such a good girl, Rebecca. Lick it the way that I like it, princess.” I stuck it into my mouth as his finger continued to push into my special area. He started making noises. I was so confused, but I saw what uncle Duncan did to that other little girl in the video that daddy had made me watch and I didn’t want that punishment. So I did as he instructed me to do. “That’s it, princess, just a little more.” I felt his funny tasting slim shoot into my mouth and I almost gagged. I still wasn’t used to that nasty crap. “Mmm, that’s so good, princess. Come sit on my lap. You know the way that I like it.” I climbed onto his lap straddling him. His little friend was between my legs and he rubbed it on my special area. It felt funny. “Mmm, you're such a good little princess. You take the best care of the King. Do you want to make the King really happy?” He asked. Yes, I just want this done I thought. I don’t like this game. It makes me uncomfortable. I nodded. “Good girl.” He lifted my bum and placed his friend near the entrance of my hole. He slowly started pushing. It hurt.
“Daddy, that hurts.” I said, trying to wiggle away.
“Shh, only for a minute and then it will feel so good. Trust me, princess,” he said as he pushed more.
“Owe, no!” I said and wiggled, but he held me tight. Pushing harder and harder, I tried to move away. It hurt so bad. I screamed. The burning and tearing was excruciating.
“Mmmm, shh. It’s okay, princess,” he whispered as he moaned. He was rubbing it in and out. It hurt. I screamed and cried fighting against him. “Keep doing that, princess. That makes it feel better,” he said and then he plunged his tongue into my mouth. I knew what he was doing. They had talked about this in school. I didn’t want this. I never wanted any of it. I just didn’t want to be hit like that other little girl. He kept pushing as I cried. He covered my mouth with his. “Mmm, almost done, princess. Just a little more.” He bounced me up and down. The pain is still tearing my insides. He finally stilled as I felt a warmth explode inside of me.. He kissed me and then rubbed my back. “Such a good girl. Let’s go get you a reward.” I nodded through my tears.
He carried me to the shower and washed us together. Then he took me to the store holding my hand. “Now remember, don’t tell anyone.”
The second nightmare came when I was sixteen. I walked into my room and froze. What met me was my dad and my uncle. It was my birthday and dad always made it extra “special”. I was on birth control the day after he raped me that first time. He didn’t want me to ruin my tight little pussy. Yuck!
“Hello, princess. Happy birthday!” He said. He had already given me his gift of “birthday sex” as we shared a bed after mother left. I looked at him and then uncle Duncan. “Uncle Duncan is sad today princess, his little girl has run away. Can you make him happy?”
“What?” I looked between them and before I could move uncle Duncan had thrown me on the bed and tied me down. He ripped my clothes off and sucked on my breasts. I screamed. He roughly shoved his finger into my pussy.
“Now, now, princess, be a good little girl. And I’ll buy you that car you want,” my dad cooed while watching what my uncle did. I could see my dad stroking himself like he did when he watched the movies of the other little girl.
“Stop, no!” I screamed and Duncan hit me. I tasted blood in my mouth.
“Stop, you little whore. You’ll shut up and show me that amazing body of yours like he says,” growled uncle Duncan before thrusting in.
I screamed again and gained a gag in my mouth and another slap. My eyes watered as I looked at my dad. His face had both pain and pleasure on it.
He raped me for a good thirty minutes, biting my nipples and leaving bites, scratches and hickies all over my body.
“She really is as good as you say,” Duncan moaned as he pulled out. “I’ll be back, princess.” He smirked.
“Now Duncan, you can’t be so rough with her or she won’t be any good for us,” my father said. He followed Duncan out.
My dad left me tied down and walked uncle Duncan out. When he returned he started playing with my breasts and pussy. I hated how my body responded to this. I hated this. What happened to Isla that they’re now doubling up? Is this what she went through? My dad was bad enough. This was ten times worse.
“Mmm, so good. Did he hurt you?” Dad asked. I nodded. “I’m sorry, princess. Isla ran away and now you’re the only toy. So I have to share with Duncan,” he explained. As he shoved his dick in and I winced. “I’m sorry that it hurts.” He started moving and untied my legs wrapping them around him. He held them in place there. I just laid there until he finished. He untied my wrist
when he did. “I’ll talk to him about not being so rough. You’re a delicate flower and should be treated that way. Now get on top like I showed you.” He instructed. I did as he said and moved my hips as he fucked me.
“Why are you doing this?” I asked.
“I love you and want to show you. Like we always have, princess,” he said.
“No, I mean Uncle Duncan,” I said.
“You were a payment for protecting your parents and you,” he said. He kissed me.
The day after, I had to stay in my room because there were too many bruises to hide. Dad had already been homeschooling me. Dad always had his gentle way of raping me that I didn’t fight after that first time, but Duncan beat me on top of the rape and I fought with every ounce of my being.
I never asked any more questions. I tried to run away and was punished in the torture chamber at Duncan’s house. I was tied there for two days with only bread and water brought by my dad. They took turns raping me while I was stuck there. Uncle Duncan did some beating as well. He seemed to get off on my screams of agony. Then when the punishment was done, we returned to my bedroom for the tortures and rapes to continue.