up-and-down motion to slide his rod around inside her juicy, well-lubricated hole.
'Jesus God, but you're a tight one!' The rest of the man's passion-inflamed sentence was lost in a grunt as he bent his knees and made another prodigious thrust upward into her snug twat.
Mindy almost blacked out. She'd always thought it silly that the heroines in the Gothics she read could pass out simply because a – man was screwing them, but now she knew. Her mind was filled with confusing, bewildering emotions, sensations that she could not handle. The pain in her cunt had died and replaced with a slowly burning fire that was being fanned into a huge blaze by her father's cock pistoning inside her pussy. The huge rod stretched her tight hole and stirred to life nerve endings she had been unaware of possessing. His hairy chest grinding against her aroused nipples sent knives of pleasure deep into her chest.
And yet it was her father, her very own father who was flicking her!
She didn't remember him, lost in his own sexual Garden of Eden, fucking faster and faster into her snatch; mumbling, 'Daisy! Oh, God, Daisy, how much I love you!' Or the quick jerks of his dick as he jetted his viscous sperm into her belly. Or the confused look on his face when his cock collapsed and slipped out of her cunt, a limp worm covered with white creamy cum and oily cunt juice.
She did remember him slapping her and saying, 'If you say a word about this to anybody, anybody. I'll kill you! Understand? Now get to your room!'
He had shoved her in the direction of her bedroom, but the force was too great. Mindy stumbled and fell to her knees. She managed to crawl the few feet necessary to her door, then slipped inside like some beaten animal.
Mindy closed the door, then locked it, although she knew the flimsy lock and thin wood of the door would not keep him out if he wanted in. He was too strong and demanding to be denied. She dragged herself across the floor, then crawled up to tumble into bed, sobbing. Mindy reached out and gently caressed the face of her stuffed teddy bear, then pulled the tiny animal to her breast and cried herself to sleep.
In a few hours, she awakened, chilled and shivering. She crawled under the covers of her bed, her mind listlessly considering the possibilities open to her. The girl finally decided that she would run away from home. Her mother was a downer freak, her father a sex-crazed drunkard. What did she have to keep her there? She no longer had a real family.
The words to the song kept coming back to haunt her, 'When you got nothin', you got nothin' to lose.'
She had nothing but sorrow, and that she would gladly discard for a new life. Vowing to act as if nothing had happened, then pretend she was going to school as she normally did, she'd leave.
With this nebulous plan tumbling over and aver in her mind, Mindy clutched her teddy bear closer and fell asleep again.
CHAPTER TWO
The alarm rang insistently until Mindy opened bleary eyes to stare at the luminous clock face. It was 6:45, time to get up and prepare for school. She slowly pulled herself erect in bed, repressing the sob that threatened to rack her body again. Mindy finally swung her long legs over the side of the bed and onto the cold linoleum floor, wincing at the pain jabbing through her bruised cunt.
She found her robe and slipped into it, then went to the bathroom to take a hot bath. She unlocked her bedroom door and peered out into the hallway. Faint snoring noises echoed down from her parents' bedroom and told her that they were both still asleep. She hastily dashed for the sanctuary of the bathroom.
The door closed with a comforting click, and she made sure the tiny button was pushed in, locking the portal against unwanted visitors. But Mindy didn't kid herself. She knew her father could get in easily enough if he wanted to rape her again. The girl counted on the alcohol to have been burned from his head with nothing but agonizing hangover remaining to torment him.
A quick twist of the silvered handles brought forth a flood of hot water to fill the tub. In a few minutes, the bathroom was steamy and tropical country humid. She languorously slipped into the blood-warm water, relishing the feel of it caressing her skin, soothing away the soreness in her muscles. Immersed in the water, Mindy almost fell asleep again, then remembered her intentions of leaving this house forever.
She quickly scrubbed herself, gingerly soaping her aching twat and bruised tits, then reluctantly left the tub to vigorously dry herself with a large, fluffy yellow towel. The feel of the downy fabric was so nice against her skin, Mindy wished she could continue all day long, just stroking the softness back and forth across her body.
But she knew it wasn't possible. She had to leave. Now. Today. Without hesitation. If she started to think about running away from home, she was afraid she could argue herself out of it. And Mindy shuddered at the consequences of that. After the previous night, and the threat of her father, she was no longer safe. If he could rape his own daughter one night, the next he might as easily carry through with his threat of murdering her.
Mindy wasn't going to take that risk.
Mindy carefully dressed, choosing her clothing with great deliberation. Since it was impossible to just walk out with a suitcase, she would have to leave with only the stuff she could wear. Her meager bisque china piggy bank only coughed up eighteen dollars and a few odd cents, but her determination knew no limits. It might not to much, she might not be able to take much with her, but she would make do. She'd, survive and return here one day for her revenge.
Mindy stared at herself in the tiny mirror on her dresser and looked at herself in the eye as she made that solemn vow. How or when she would even the score with her incestuous father, she didn't know, but she would.
Her wardrobe selection took longer than she had anticipated. At long last, she decided on a durable set of denim blue jeans a simple peasant blouse with a brown corduroy jacket, leaving behind more attractive outfits. Even though the spring days were warm, the nights got very cold in Colorado. If she happened to end up in the mountains, it would be even colder, and a bit of protection against the chilly night air was a must. The jacket was a necessary burden; besides it was a gift from Bill.
Mindy momentarily thought of her boyfriend, then knew it would do no good to tell him of her plans. He might try to talk her out of leaving. And even if he didn't, she was afraid he would tell the police she had gone; the cops would be sure to check with all her friends first as soon as she didn't come home.
Money tucked in a pocket, the teenage blonde loaded her purse with some candy bars she'd been hoarding. It was about all the food she would be able to take along since she doubted her parents would leave the kitchen before she normally left for school.
And she wanted nothing to interfere with their thinking everything was normal. Mindy couldn't bear the thought of having the police hounding her, stalking her across the country like some dangerous criminal. Not when all she really wanted was her freedom, to get away from a really bad scene.
She straightened her shoulders and walked into the dining roam. Her father was already seated, a plate of bacon and two fried eggs in front of him. The yellow yolks on the eggs seemed to mock her, stare at her as if knowing what she was plotting. Mindy repressed a shudder and sat down, not in her usual seat beside her father, but at the far end of the breakfast table.
Her father only grunted, but her mother said, 'Good morning, dear. Sleep well?'
It was obvious her mother had slept soundly throughout the daughter-raping psychodrama that had occurred in the hallway the night before. From the slightly drooping eyelids, Mindy considered the possibility that her mother was still a bit stoned on her tranquilizers.
'Yes, Mother. I slept well.' Her inflection indicated far more than the words. Her father's eyes snapped up to meet her cold emerald-green ones, his face contorted with hate. But he said nothing and went back to slashing at his rubbery eggs.
'Here you are, Mindy.' Daisy LaFarge placed a heaping plate of bacon strips and scrambled eggs in front of her daughter.
'Thanks, Mom. But I'm really not too hungry.' She was in more of a hurry to leave, but she didn't dare come out and say that, not with her father glaring at her.
'Dammit, eat your food. I work hard to feed you. So eat what's put in front of you.' Her daughter's gruff words brought her back to reality. She should eat; it might be a long time before she would have the opportunity
