A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.1-2) - Sex Stories

A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.1-2)

... her eyes. She barely nods, struggling to breath. He lets go, gently patting her head. "Good." He says smiling as she holds her neck, wheezing. He still does this to her every time they reenact all of this, with the same fury and intensity. He stands up and laughs a little above her while shaking his head. "Only daddy's little girl can drain my balls like that." He shakes his nuts. Emmy just reenacted her first rape, her first time having sex, again. She's lost count how many times they've done this over the years. Keith likes to do this to her, to remind her. Plus he loves to reenact it himself. She continues to kneel in an almost trance-like state of mind as he leaves for the bathroom. She's been powerless to resist him ever since this first happened. Even if she had a choice she would probably continue to fuck him and be his toy. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get dressed and get out, stupid." Keith's bellowing voice says from across his apartment. Emmy gets up and begins to put her clothes on. Her ass is red from the spankings, her face red from his slaps, his hand prints still on her throat. She reeks of him, tasting the aftertaste of his acidic load. Fully clothed, she stands up and winces from the pain in her ass. She touches herself up in the mirror and gets herself together. She takes a deep breath and heads to the door. "Wait, daddy gotta kiss his little girl goodbye." Keith runs up to her. He wraps his arms around her and holds her against his chest, then kisses ...

... her on the forehead. She can't help but smile up at him. He's trained her well over the years. She's become accustomed to the mixture of affection, love, pain and abuse. Emmy leaves his apartment, like nothing happened. Like she forgot all about it, but every time leaves a scar on her. Emmy slowly enters her apartment, immediately noticing that her mom passed out again with an empty bottle of wine next to her and the television on. She turns it off and leaves her mother Pam there. She walks past her ten-year-old brother Danny's room and notices him still awake playing video games. "Hey." She enters smiling. Danny has always been the one pure, innocent thing she's clung to. She loves him to death. "Hi." He says while staring ahead at the screen. "You should be in bed, you have school tomorrow." Emmy says while sitting down next to him on his bed. "So do you." He replies playfully. "Good point." She smiles. "I'll be back in a few minutes and then we're both going to bed, okay?" She puts her arm around him and gives him a little side hug. "Okay." He hugs her back. She leaves to her room to get changed and sits there on her pink and purple bed, surrounded by black walls with purple and pink stripes on them. She takes a deep breath and looks at herself in the mirror, having a rare moment of reflection. Tears start to well up in her eyes. She can't fight it and begins to break down, sobbing into her pillow. She resists the urge to cut herself again. "Are you okay?" She hears Danny's ...