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Kate's Letter
Susan,

I guess you want to know why I stopped talking online a month or so ago.

I had been sitting in my room talking to you online, remember? Well my father came into my room and started yelling at me out of nowhere. It wasn't unusual for him to yell at me when he was drunk, and I could take it most of the time. It was different this time. He started calling me horrible names and screaming in my face. I can still remember his breath on my face, and the blank look in his eyes. Finally I just lost it. I started hysterically screaming, crying, and getting right back in his face.

That was when he flipped me over roughly onto my front, the wood floor cold against me. He pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. My heart rose into my throat, I knew he was going to do what I feared worst of all. Then I felt Dad’s penis nudging against my asshole, pushing against it harder and harder. The fear and panic made me clench against his thrusts and for a while he couldn't make it goes in. Just trying made my ass hurt and I hoped he wouldn't manage to actually get it up inside me, for I knew that would be much worse. He took his dick away and I though for a second he was going to give up, but then I heard him spit and felt a glob of saliva drop onto my anus.

Then his dick was back up against it, pushing again, stretching me. I could feel myself stretching and giving, letting Dad inside my ass. The agony was unbearable as he grunted and trusted, he must have only got half of the head in my the feel of it and I was stretched as far a I thought possible when, with a big grunt, he shoved it inside. I screamed out as the pain seared through my ass, I could feel something tearing inside, burning pain flooding my ass.

I couldn't stop screaming and crying out with the agony; I knew he would be angry but I couldn't help it. He held his hand roughly over my mouth and nose, stifling my screams and started pumping me savagely with his dick. It felt so big inside me that I was sure I'd burst. I could feel his dick pushing against my innards, making me choke and gag, his hand on my face stopping me from breathing or shouting.

For what seemed like hours he pumped my ass with his dick, each thrust an agonizing ordeal as he plundered my ragged rectum. This time went on longer than the others, I'm sure, but the time was blurred as I passed out once or twice, only waking back up as he slapped me round the face, before passing out again as he pumped harder and faster inside me. I heard the now familiar grunting noise just as I thought it would never be over and he gave one last massive thrust, piercing me deeper than ever before. I felt Dad’s dick twitching and the warm stuff shoots up inside me as I passed out one final time.

When I woke up I immediately made plans to escape. And eventually I did once.

Escaping from home was easier than you might imagine. That's always the case in places where no one really cares about you being there. The only reason anyone noticed I was gone as fast as they did was because I was blond. Folks always notice a missing blond or redhead, you know.

I had planned to go hide out your house, and ... after I hopped the fence that lead into this plastic factory ... I was on my way. I knew that if I cut through the plastic factory I could reach the bridge across the riverbed ... and just four houses down from the residential area across this bridge was your house.

So I'm in the yard of the factory, looking for a way to get out in the direction of the bridge. I was glass that it was daytime 'cause at night the managers of the factory let these two Dobermans run loose around the place. One of the managers was this extremely fat, ugly guy folks called "Monster". He wasn't a mean guy ... I realize that now ... but at the time he was so ugly to me that I found him frightening. I mean he had a convoluted face, and hanging jowls.

Anyways, I'm searching for a way through the factory. But these two mean-looking guys come out of nowhere and surround me ... and they accuse me of being a thief! I figure they're going to kill me, but they turned out to be okay guys. And the old man they took me too, the foreman of the factory, he was really nice. He fed me and got me to stop crying. But when I wasn't looking he called the bureau and pretty soon my parents were contacted!

I am writing this letter as the bus transports me back home. I don’t know if you’ll ever see me again, Susan. I hope so.

Your friend Kate

BACK HOME ….

Kate’s father beat her unconscious.

The assistant manager stood over the unconscious girl ... then gave the motionless lass a long, slow back-rub ... going all the way from the eighteen-year-old's shoulders to her fantastic bare feet. He let his hands roam and the girl ... even though she was still out cold ... seemed to respond to it.

Kate McCormick moaned and wiggled appreciatively even through her layers of violent sleep. Harold McCormick stepped back and masturbated over the passed-out young woman ... his lust quieted for the moment.

But only for a moment.

Eventually the bald abusive co-assistant manager concentrated on Kate's bare feet for a bit. He licked the soles of the girl’s tootsies, tasting the sensual salinity of her skin and the natural sweaty-salty femininity.

Harold McCormick took each of the unconscious young eighteen-year-old’s toes into his mouth and gently sucked. He moved his tongue along the teenager’s calves and back down to her feet and toes.

Harold McCormick rolled the limp, passed-out Kate onto her side so that his captive daughter’s private parts lay before him as well ... and soon the scowling sire slipped from under Kate's smooth saliva-slicked bare feet and knelt over her, taking the girl’s left breast nipple into his mouth.

The burly abusive co-assistant manager sucked deliriously. He even unloosed his huge dick from his pants as he did so and continued his deep sucking of the unconscious teenager’s breastmeat. It wasn't long before Harold McCormick began to twitch and tighten -- ready to cum. He sucked the passed-out Kate’s nipple like a starving infant as he shot his own hot load across the mattress.

Once his daughter regained consciousness, Harold McCormick demanded that the beautiful young teenager stand, turn around, bend over and grab her ankles. Quaking almost uncontrollably, the VERY confused Kate complied, bending over and thrusting her ass up towards Harold McCormick.

Stepping in behind his daughter, running his large hands over those creamy buns and down along those smooth thighs, The burly abusive co-assistant manager grasped hold of the eighteen-year-old’s perky breasts with his clenched scowling fist and bore down hard on them. Shrieking in agony, Kate danced about as if being electrocuted, but Harold McCormick held her firm.

"These tits are mine, do you understand, girl?"

Rising up onto her saliva-coated bare toes, Kate shrieked, "Yes! Yes!"

Still mashing the Angelic girl's breasts hard, the abusive sparred with his captive's mind,

"Yes WHAT, girl?"

In between her shrieks of agony, the teenager cried, "Yes, my breasts ... I mean my TITS belong to you!"

Releasing the girl’s breasts, Harold McCormick splayed open those firm buttocks of the teenager’s and jabbed a thick finger roughly up inside the eighteen-year-old's tight, puckered asshole. And within a few seconds, he had seized and squeezed both breasts this time, sending the poor lass thrashing about in unimaginable torment as she yelped for her scowling brute of a father to stop.

But Harold McCormick was reveling in his helpless victims' agony, his huge, throbbing penis betraying his relish for the suffering he was inflicting. It was as if his daughter wasn't even human to him.

He was twisting his daughter’s titties up like cushy toys that existed only to gratify his sadistic perversions. He let go of his daughter's tits only long enough to grab his rhino-hide whip.

Kate McCormick heard a sharp whistle and then a streak of pure fire landed across her butt. Unprepared for this new kind of assault, the teenager screamed. Clamping her teeth down on her lip to stifle any further outbursts.

She heard another whistle and another blazing stripe was laid across her tender back. She’d not had time to fully recover from Harold McCormick's tit-twisting torture.

The abusive co-assistant manager lashed the strap down from right to left, then backhanded right to left, then reversed the stripe once more. He was becomes even more aroused from watching his beautiful captive, now glistening with sweat and tears, bucking and crying out in pain.

The scowling burly sire laid his hand on the scorched flesh of the trembling fair-haired girl in front of him. He was really enjoying this but if he continued much longer, daughter would pass out and he did not want that to happen just yet.

Harold McCormick looked down at the distraught white eighteen-year-old, straining to remain conscious. His once flawless backside was now covered with angry red welts. A bright red blood could be seen where the stripes overlapped each other.

Kate felt the rough fingers leave her and something larger and harder enter him in one agonizing stoke. He screamed as darkness closed in on all sides. Harold McCormick held very still, his rod buried in the hot depths of the unwilling delicate fair-haired lass. When he noticed that the girl had fainted, he cursed, yanked his dick from the teenager’s hole and stood up.

He then let loose with a thick stream of hot piss, directing it down so it splashed between the girl’s gaping buttocks. Steadily, he guided his flow up across the small of the his daughter’s back and on upwards across those broad lash-striped shoulders until he was drenching the beautiful fair-haired girl’s, neatly trimmed golden hair.

From the abusive sunlight coursing through the window, Harold McCormick could see his now horrified prisoner's hair matting into a sticky plastered mess down the back of her slender neck. This roused the beautiful lass back into consciousness.

Whimpering and moaning, obviously disgusted at being used in such a manner, the lass tried to get out of piss-stream's path, but the burly co-assistant manager followed him as he crawled about, eventually rolling the girl over onto her back with a sturdy boot kick, watching his terrified delicate daughter writhe around like a dog.

The burly sire concluded this humiliating act by flooding the eighteen-year-old’s pale, beautiful face with his golden piss.

With droplets of piss clinging to her eyebrows and lashes, thin trickles running over her thin lips and off her chin, the now thoroughly humiliated young woman lay twitching on the ground, whimpering and pleading for a respite from her tortures.

Harold McCormick stepped in between his weary prisoner's splayed thighs to place a booted foot on the girl’s crotch, applying ever so slight a pressure to his horrified captive's snatch as he crushed it around under its sole ... while sternly ordering the moaning, pleading girl to roll over onto her hands and knees.

When the befuddled fair-haired lass didn't respond fast enough to the order, the scowling brute dropped his foot swiftly back and snapped it -- popping the fair-haired lass sharply in her back, forcing a pained howl from the delicate lass. A second kick caused Kate to lose consciousness. When she awoke her head swam with fear again. And seeing that his daughter was awake, Harold McCormick stood up from where he had been sitting on the bed and moved towards her again, his dick big again in his hand.

Kate knew that she would live to write another letter to Susan. But at that particular moment she wondered if she truly wanted to live.

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