She turned her head, wondering why this was happening to her. Why did he continue to hurt her? She never did anything wrong. She always did her best attempt to appease her father: getting good grades in school, cleaning the house, making food for him and taking care of him in all sorts of ways. But now, now he was abusive.
“Hey, chick!” she said calling to her friend of three years.
“Hey, Jas”, Chelle said absent-mindedly. Michelle, or Chelle as she affectionately known as, was reading a book very intently. Jasmine watched her. She thought she was so pretty, the way she wore her shirts, showing off her curves, the way her glasses sat on her nose when she read. Even the fairly brown hair with red, orange and yellow, forming the color of fire on her head. However, the best thing according to Jasmine was her smile. Every time Michelle smiled, she became overwhelmed with pleasant emotions, her heart skipped a beat and she became flushed. Finishing the chapter, after a couple seconds, Michelle looked up.
“What’s up, babe?” Michelle said, her head cocking to the side.
“Nothin’! Just wanted to hang out with my bestest friend in the whole world.” She said thinking about how much she wanted to kiss her at that moment. She stared at Michelle’s lips. They were soft and full and her voice seemed so inviting. If only she could just lean forward enough to graze her lips and Michelle’s…
“So how’s the dad?” Michelle asked, breaking Jasmine out of her train of thought.
“Eh. He is good. I guess.” Then after a second “Oh my god, I walked into the bathrooms this morning, and he was masturbating to a photo.”
“What was it a picture of?” Michelle asked, laughing.
“Chelle stop laughing,” Jasmine shook her head, laughing a little herself. “I don’t know what it was. I was to freaked, I just left and used the other bathroom”
“Aw, c’mere”, Michelle said pulling Jasmine towards her. Michelle had a way of comforting her even when it wasn’t urgent. She would peck her cheek, and rub her just the right way and tell her everything was ok. Of course no one was sure if she was gay or not, but Jasmine wanted her to be so badly. She often, masturbated to the thought of what things she could do to her. Jasmine’s fingers trailing down her body slowly and tauntingly, imagining that they were Michelle’s praising her body with touch. Then her fingers would come to the area just above the waist of her pants and trace the sensitive flesh there. Her pants would come off and her hands would touch the inner parts of her thighs, slowly trailing up towards her sweet spot. By this time, she would be wet and begging. She could almost feel Michelle’s tongue flicking at her over stimulated clit, nibbling and sucking where needed. She moaned at the thought of her tongue sliding inside of her. It would start slowly at first and then increase in speed, faster and faster and then slowing down again. Michelle would add a finger, and would go back to sucking and pleasuring her clit again. She would bring Jasmine’s body up almost to the point of climax, then back down, and then back up again; bringing Jasmine into her final earth shaking orgasm. Feeling herself seeping onto Michelle, she would lick her fingers clean. Jasmine felt herself getting wet and bit her lip, her breathing hitching slightly with thought of Michelle doing this.
“Jas? You ok? I didn’t think it was that traumatic.” Michelle said noticing her heavy breathing.
“What? No, I’m fine, just thinking.” Jasmine said, her faced flushed and red.
“About your dad? Ewww...You must be some kind of freak.” Michelle said cracking up, her chest pumping up and down as if they wanted to be free of the cotton entrapment.
“No! God Chelle, you are so awful!” said jasmine, adding “awfully sexy” in her mind. “C’mon. We have to get the mall before we miss the movie. I have to be back home by 9:00pm and it’s already 5:15 now.”
“Ugh my dad is going to kill me” Jasmine says Laughing, and walking out of the movie theatre. “I was supposed to be home an hour ago!”
“Eh. He will be cool you won’t be that late, its only fifteen minutes away, speaking of which we need to hurry. There’s the bus.” Michelle said pointing to the bus a few inches away.
“I hope so he’s been so weird to me lately.”
“Like?” Michelle asked, touching her friends arm affectionately.
“Like...I don’t know, just weird. Sometimes he is really mean and then other times he is…like…flirting with me or something.”
“That’s…that’s not normal.” She said with slight disgust. “Maybe you should try and avoid him when you get home” Jasmine nodded and sighed, knowing that as soon as she got home she would have to face him.
Jasmine stood, her short ponytail hair falling behind her, Michelle eyed her for a moment.
“Have you grown again?” Michelle asked her friend whom seemed taller than 5’5”
“Maybe.” she reached over and pulled the chord to stop the bus. When she got off the bus, she stared at the house she lived in with her dad for the last fourteen of her fifteen years of life, dreading what he might do. “He has been so off lately”, she thought to herself, and then walked up to the door.
When she got in the whole house was dark and quiet. The thought of creeping in and sneaking up to her room seem almost appealing to her.
“Dad?” she said with slight relief that he may not be up or in the house. She walked upstairs and into his room to confirm that he indeed was not there. “Dad?” she said again as he opened the door to his room. She eased the door ever so quietly peeking in. When she popped, her head in she found him holding his member thick, very hard, almost vein-y in his hand, and a picture of her from one of their summer outings, in her bikini. Jasmine gasped, startling the man, pulled her head out and almost ran to her room. She sat on her bed for a second trying to understand what she had just seen. “My dad has been jerking off…to me.” She began to think going from the picture, to what she was wearing in the picture. “I can’t believe that outfit was really that skimpy”, she said, realizing the bra that was only covering her nipples, and the thong bikini that…did its job. She was amazed at how she looked. She didn’t think it was that bad when she had it on in her backyard swimming pool. However seeing him drooling over her like that, made her realize just how bad it was.
A few minutes passed and then her dad knocked on her door and entered dressed in only his boxers and an undershirt. It was obvious to her that he was still somewhat aroused.
“You’re late getting home.” He said gruffly
“Um…yeah, I know. Dad, uh, what were you doing in there?”
“I wasn’t doing anything. What were you doing out so late?” he said becoming angry
“Dad! Nothing! I was out with Michelle!” She said jumping up, holding her hands in front of her.
“Liar! You were fucking some boy weren’t you?” He yelled, taking a step towards her.
“Dad, no, I wasn’t!” She backed up, shocked at his accusation.
“Lies! I’ll teach you to lie to me.”
“Dad! NO!” Jasmine screamed, as she he pushed her onto the bed behind her. She could see his member getting harder and harder. “Dad, what are you doing?” she cryed with no answer. He grabbed her dirty blond hair making her scream in pain. He then went to pull out his member. She could see it throb hard as it inched closer to her. She didn’t understand why this was happening. She turned her head, wondering why this was happening to her, not wanting his penis entering her in any fashion. He pulled on her hair hard causing her to scream. He placed his member in her mouth. Why did he continue to hurt her? She never did anything wrong. She bit down hard hoping the pain would make him stop but it only excited him more and he moved faster in her mouth stopping every few minutes to make her gag so that the muscle would rub against him. He then ripped her shirt off and unhooked her bra to expose her breast. He began playing with her nipples, pulling on them and twisting them. She was becoming more and more aroused as he did this despite her will to fight him off. He pulled out of her mouth and grabbed a belt. He then tied her hands behind her back. Her dad pushed her onto the bed, and reached under her short skirt, pulling down her panties. He started fingering her, his middle finger moving inside of her like a train. Jasmine started moaning louder and louder. “Ya like that?” He said in contempt.
“No.” she moaned. “Please stop.” However, her cry went unanswered. He pulled out his finger and told her how much she was going to enjoy what he was about to do to her. Jasmine started squirming, in vain. “No, please, no” she said, his cock inching towards her. She held her legs closed. He started playing with her nipples teasing them and twisting them, making them as sensitive as possible. Then bit somewhat hard, causing her to semi-flail, and spread her legs. She screamed in pain and disgust as he rammed his cock hard into her. He slid in and out of her.
“God, you’re so tight.” he said to her, continuing his assault on her. She started trying to squirm and get away but it was no use. His penis pounded her harder and harder. Jasmine began accent into her first orgasm.
“Oh my god I’m going to come!” she cried out.
“Me too, yes, yes, yes!” he said in pleasure
“No, dad, pull out please! Plea--” It was too late they were both coming together. Her dad pulled out of her, untied her, and left her there to cry. Ashamed and disgusted she watched as pinkish goo dribbled out of her sodomized body and on to her tainted sheets.
The next day, she awake to Michelle’s text blowing up her cell. “Wakeup” it said. She replied, “No, leave me be woman. lol” and got up to take a shower. When she got out the shower she had another text: “I’m outside of your window.” “Freak.” She replied and ran down to open the door. Michelle Jumped into her arms in a hug, making Jasmine remember last night. She quickly shook it off, but it came back, every time she was touched by her.
“Ugh, I can’t take this!” she cried out. Michelle looked at her perplexed. “Hey, let’s go up to my room.” Jasmine said leading her into the tainted bedroom. She gripped her fashion tie as they walked in. When they were both sitting on the bed she pretended to give Michelle a hug. “I love you, Chelle.” Jasmine said tying her hands together.
“Jas, what are you doing?” she said scared of what was happening
“Something I should’ve done a long time ago, Chelle. I’ve loved you for so long, all I’ve ever wanted was to be as close to you as possible” Jasmine started taking off Michelle’s jeans. Jasmine started crying remembers just the previous night, when her dad was doing the same thing. “Chelle, I know you wanted this and you would enjoy this.” Jas said as she slid Michelle silk panties down to her ankles. Jasmine began to cry as she ate her best friend out. Michelle, though being raped never put up a fight. She knew something was wrong and her friend was just getting her frustration out. “Chelle I’m so sorry” Jas kept telling her, as she began fingering her. Jasmines pace began to slow as she started to sob heavily.
“Now are you gonna tell me what happened, Jas? And maybe untie me?”
Sobbing Jasmine told her the whole story of how her father had been jerking off to pictures of her, the flirting, and the rape that had taken place just the night before.
“If it’s any consolation, you were ok. At least when you weren’t sobbing” Chelle said Laughing.
“Thanks.”
It wasn’t until later that day did it dawn on her what her father did. In addition to brutally raping her, he didn’t use a condom! “Oh my god” she thought