Don't Touch Me (Ishu and LycanDesire)

Fourteen years... it had been fourteen years since her mother passed away. Fourteen long, sad, happy, beautiful, passionate, draining, desperate, agonizing, terrifying years. She was seventeen now and she was almost done with high school. She exhaled a breath as she thought about it and looked up. She watched her own breath dance up into the cold air and meet up with snowflakes that shimmered down to the ground.

She loved the winter time just as much as she liked all of the other times of the year. As long as it got her out of the house, she was happy. Her thumbs stroked the sides of her hot chocolate as she thought about...everything.

She was sitting out in the cold at a METRO bus stop. Her school, the one her mother slaved at work to get the money to afford, had just let out. It was a private school. She was wearing the uniform under her black coat plus a scarf wrapped around her neck and stuffed into the collar of her coat.

The girl drank her hot chocolate and watched the cars drive by. She was wearing stockings that barely concealed the bruise on her leg that she just recently received from falling over in the kitchen. Her cooking was good but it just didn't seem to be ready soon enough.

Fourteen years... It had been fourteen years since James had to grow up. The man was only 37. When he was 23, his love, his life, and his anchor had passed away. So many nights James had cried over the loss of his lover. He sighed and even felt his eyes glaze over a little. On the dashboard of his SUV, he had a picture of her that covered up the engine temperature gauge. It was where she kept the picture in her car, but her dashboard wasn't designed as well. They thought she died picking his picture up out of the floor when she drove off the side of a bridge and crashed into the shallow creek below. James choked up and he knew he had to get his poker face on; after all, he was out from of his lovely daughter's school.

Of course, the six foot tall man was a gruff man with stubble all along his face. The man had a modest physique and a nerdy attire. He often dressed in sweater vests and slacks, and that's exactly what he was wearing today. He had the SUV nice and warm now, so his daughter wouldn't have to be uncomfortable in her uniform. He gently honked his horn the way he did. It was just long enough to catch her attention, but short enough to not embarrass her about being 17 and still being picked up by her father. When she climbed into the truck, he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek sweetly. "Hey, darling. How was your day?" He shifted the car into drive and he began pulling out of the parking lot. In around thirty minutes, they were back home and James got out into the bitter cold for the first time in over an hour. "God damn." He whispered and ran to the front door to open it and let her in.

(Turns out I had just enough time to get the ball rolling. There you go. <3)

She lifted her cup of hot chocolate to her lips and slurped the hot liquid down her throat. She sighed quietly as she felt it singe down her throat and cold air filtered out through her dry lips. One of her feet moved over the other, little snowflakes falling off the top of her black mary-janes. She wondered how cold it was, that one winter afternoon when she plummeted down into the creek. She could only wonder what it was like, cracking the front of your skull on the steering wheel and drowning in your sleep. Her throat caught as she thought about it, fair skin turning to ice in the freezing cold water.

Her body jolted as the shivering started, her skin trembling even under the jacket. Her father was here with the SUV, the lights dancing over her figure and bringing her to light. She looked up at him, her blue eyes dilating as they stared into front of the vehicle. Her eyelashes blinked shut, squeezing the tears back down her tear ducts. The girl sniffled and stood up. She picked up her school bag and hurried over to the vehicle, opening the door and stepping inside. Her bag dropped onto the floor but it stayed shut.

The girl, his daughter, was silent during the car ride. The silence was...subtle, but heavy. It was especially heavy today. She thought it was because of the snow but they both knew why. They both remembered the day the cold water took her away. But neither of them wanted to say it. They didn't want to admit to it. This silence that they felt was a silence that she felt every day. Since the day her mother died, she had not spoken. She had become a silent porcelain doll with the pale white skin, the bright blue eyes and the oddity of long, pure white hair.

The sound of the driver's door shutting brought her out of her haze. She licked her lips and looked around her. They were parked infront of the house and there... snow, everywhere. Her hot chocolate was cold now and she needed to get out of the car. She pushed her door open and stepped out, picked up her bookbag and shut the door. She slung the strap over her shoulder and hurried into the house, not wanting to keep her father out in the cold.

Even James was rather amazed at the amount of snow that had covered their humble suburban abode. The sidewalk was speckled in a salt and pepper pattern, but the yard looked egg-shell white. James had long since gotten used to the fact that his daughter didn't speak. She ceased to talk after her mother passed away. Not even a cry for help or anything. She just seemed to linger in the room when she needed his help. As James unlocked the door and let her into the house, he was taken back to a particular event when she was younger. She had just reached the beginnings of womanhood. She stood there with her hair tattered and in a mess. Tears ran down her cheek and he saw beneath her long t-shirt streaks of blood running down her thigh. James was horrified by the image, but he knew what was happening. From that moment on, he had hired a maid to assist him in taking care of her.

She was even a live-in maid for a few years. James just needed a woman in his life to help him keep a hold on his only daughter. He had been a young, single father with a daughter he knew nothing about raising. Over the years, however, he learned to handle her. As far as he knew, she didn't date guys, so he didn't have to worry about loading up his shotgun just yet. James closed the door while the last wheeze of winter air blew into the warm house. He secured the door with the several locks and he looked throughout the house. The maid came over daily to clean up the house while he was at work and she was at school. James saw his daughter go into the living room. "Darling, make sure you do your homework." He then disappeared into the kitchen to get a beer.

James came out and sat down in the couch. He looked over at her and, even though it had been minutes, she didn't start working on her homework as quickly as he would like. James didn't want to tell her, but he had been having a horrible day. Memories of his lovely Odelia flooded his mind. God he fucking missed that woman. The man slammed his beer down and stood in front of her. "God damnit. Get the books out of your fucking bag and get working! Your mother worked herself to rag and bones to make sure you got into a good school. I swear to God if you piss it away--!" he just stopped, then he bent over to grab the bag and he threw it at her chest firmly. "Get working! I don't want to see your head look up until you get done with it."

James sighed, grabbed his beer, and left the room. He felt hurt that he had talked to her like that. She didn't deserve it. She was a great girl and she never got into trouble. He slammed the door to his room and he got on his computer to start talking to all the middle-aged whores who thought he literally hung the moon. It was the only solace he could find when he felt the way he did.

Once inside, she made her way to the living room like she always did when she got home from school. Ishu sat down on the floor behind the coffee table and turned on the TV. She set it to the news and turned the volume down so it was barely audible. Ishu loved to watch the news, or at least listen to it, when she got home. She felt as though it kept her, to some extent, involved in the real world. It was almost like just knowing something about what went on outside her little home made her important. Of course that was just rubbish, but she liked the news and it made her happy. So, why not?

The answer to this questions was given, and roughly, when her father approached her from the kitchen. She tried to avoid him when he went to the kitchen, especially when he came back with one of those clear-brown bottles. The stuff inside them, the alcohol, it seemed to make him let his anger out. His frustrations, a lot of them, right onto her. She wanted to curl up into a little ball when he yelled at her, her knee slowly lifting toward her chest just before he shoved her bookbag against her. She gulped, hard, almost making herself throw up, and nodded quickly.

Ishu turned off the news and immediately shuffled through her bookbag. She took out all of her books and set them on the table, cracking open one of them and getting her homework done. Despite her little bits of hunger, she refused to eat. At least when her father told her to do something. She learned a long time ago to do something exactly when her father told her to do it and she could do nothing until it was done. Getting a glass of orange juice or water was completely out of the question.

She knew, logically, it wasn't true- that he could hear every single step she took in the house. But emotionally, she knew he could. She felt like he knew everything about her, even things she didn't know. It terrified her, how much power her had in every aspect of her life. She swallowed hard, again and pushed her pencil harder onto the notebook paper as she thought about him, how he could move without a sound if he wanted to. He was her father, but he scared her. Especially when he was angry.

"Oh, James. I wish I lived closer to you. I would take care of you and your daughter. I would be honored to be your wife. But, most importantly, I would be honored to take care of you." She spoke into his headphones in that dreamy voice that sent him to the edge and back. He loved listening to this woman's southern accent. She was amazing. Oh, how he wished she was closer to here. The man knew that he could stand to have a date or two. He needed to get away from the monotony that had become his life. He took her to school, went to work, picked her up, and came home. In the meantime, he enjoyed talking to these beautiful, lonely women who showed him parts that were untouched by age, or altered to appear as such.

However, to maintain that fear that he needed to have; the fear he hungered to use to control her, James told the beautiful pair of legs that he'd be back in a bit. He got out of his seat and removed his headphones, then he opened the door of his bedroom quietly. James slipped out on tiptoed feet and made like a ghost right behind her. He saw her working feverishly and he knew that she needed to feel some sweet praise for her hard work. So, the man leaned down and planted a kiss on her temple and his hands softly massaged her shoulders. His artisan hands had learned the way of soothing a woman, but the alcohol had a bad habit of taking away all those impressive features he had. He ran his fingertips slightly down her arm and just nuzzled his face softly against her cheek. His gruff exterior made for a slightly tickling sensation.

"I'm sorry, honey. I know you work really hard, and I'm really proud of you." He paused to just hover close. He ran his fingertips through her beautiful hair in order to keep it out of her face. "I was thinking about cooking some pasta tonight. If you want, you can pick out the recipe and help Daddy make it, k?" He smiled and leaned down to give her another kiss on the cheek, this one was somewhat close to her lips. The alcohol made him miss his kisses, so he said. James pulled away from her finally and went to grab another beer from the fridge. "You just keep working hard on that homework and I'll check up on you shortly." He wasn't a fool, he knew he ruled her with fear and intimidation, but then he gained her trust with sweet, loving affection. Do what Daddy says; earn his praise. However, not doing what Daddy said meant getting the punishment she deserved. That's what he was mentally teaching his darling daughter.

If he knew at the time that he was mentally warping her, he would have sought out therapy or something to make him a better father. Alas, he turned on his heel and disappeared into his room again. His darling dame was slowly taking off her top on cam. She was so eagerly awaiting the return of her stallion. He turned the webcam lower on himself and slowly let his zipper be tugged down. Out came a thick, throbbing member. He watched her eyes light up and he started to ease himself into a calmer mood with each and every gentle stroke. "Oh, don't tease me, baby. I want to see you show me you need me." His voice was dark, deep. He wanted to feel needed...by anyone.

Her bones nearly jumped right out of her skin when he planted a sloppy kiss on her cheek and groped at her shoulders. Her pencil fell out of her hand and her fingers chased after it as it rolled across the wooden coffee table. She trapped it between two fingers and tried to subdue her skin's trembling from the touch of his whiskery stubble. One of her eyes closed, followed by the other one as a slight grimaced strained on her features as he kissed just a little too close to her mouth, a small dot of his saliva left behind after he drew away. Once her face could be seen by him, she erased the contorted expression and stared down blankly at her school work.

She nodded absently when he mentioned the pasta and when he asked if she would help him make it. She never said no to him, or almost never. Ishu listened to him pad off to the kitchen and jumped when she heard the fridge shut. She knew this meant he went to get another bottle of alcohol. How many did he have on a daily basis? She usually guessed about five but she tried not to pay attention to his personal schedule. It wasn't like she was going to chastise him or anything, how could she? She had no voice.

After she found herself safely alone, Ishu put the finishing touches on her homework and organized each assignment into their respected class book. Her hands moved over the bag and popped it open then filled it with the books until it was full and all of her homework had been tucked away. Using her small feet, she tucked the bookbag under the coffee table and pushed herself up, wading quietly into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, she ignored the bottom shelves where her father kept his things and went for the inside of the door. She picked up a bottle of orange juice and poured herself a glass, then took it into the living room.

With her drink set on a coaster on the coffee table, she turned on the TV and turned it down even more, watching and listening to the news like she had wanted to earlier. Ishu pulled her knees to her chest and watched one of the women talk while standing infront of a nursery of little babies. They were sextuplets and they were all girls. Other than being the same gender and so many of them being born at once, there was nothing special about them. They were just a bunch of baby girls from the same person at the same time. Nothing truly special except being abnormal by the laws of human birth.

James sighed as he watched with intense passion and desire as the lovely woman finished removing her clothing. He watched as she started to touch herself intimately and he felt himself grip at his throbbing member much tighter. There was an intense amount of pleasure that rumbled through his body. The man was tipsy, but he still had about 70% of his consciousness completely under his control. The man watched intently and he felt himself coming close to the edge, but then she gasped and dressed herself quickly. This was the thing that sucked most about having a woman his age; her children had come home and she needed to tend to them. James was left with a blank stare as she signed off and he sat there with his throbbing, teased member in hand. James contemplated getting porn to load, but then he saw that it was nearing dinner time.

He topped of his beer and situated himself and politely covered his intimate areas. James opened his door and padded softly over to the couch. He smiled and caressed his fingertips over her head softly, brushing her hair back behind her ear. "Hey, honey. I see you got your homework done. Come help me cook dinner." James had a mild stagger to his walk and his voice had a slight hint of intoxication. He walked around to the kitchen and started grabbing the noodles and the ingredients for the pasta based on the recipe that was setting on the counter. He grabbed a large pot and filled it full of water. He set the water to boiling and waited eagerly for it to heat enough to be ready. James looked around and saw her in his shadow. She had a way of sneaking up on him.

He looked into her eyes and moved close. James planted a soft kiss on her lips and his hand met her cheek at the same time his forehead met hers. "Your mother would be so proud of you, darling." He smiled and just softly caressed her blushing cheeks. When he got intoxicated to this extent, he tended to start kissing her lips more, and he was much more touchy-feely than he usually was. His innate desire for a woman's touch and the way he had been teased didn't help this. The alcohol had a way of bringing out ones infernal desires. James looked down at her and pulled away. "Start on the sauce." He moved out of the way and he left the room for a moment. James came back a few seconds later with a t-shirt and pj pants. "I don't want you ruining your uniform. Don't mind me..."

Sure, he had raised her, but when his hips pressed against her young, taut ass, of course he thought nothing of it, but when his hands moved around and started to unbutton her top slowly. As he did so, he pulled up on her shirt to pull it from its cozy position beneath the waist of her skirt. When that slipped off, he tossed it over his should and then he bunched up a t-shirt and he lead her neck and arms through it carefully. Then he pulled it down. Then, his hand touched the bottom of her ass and slowly slid up to find the zipper. He pulled it down and he ran his fingertips down her thighs as he slipped it down. When she was slipped out of it, he got down on his knees and his face accidentally brushed against the back of her thighs as he helped her step into her shorts. His hands groped her thighs as he pulled them up. When they were secure, he topped it off with a gentle pat on her ass. "There you go, honey. Feel better?" He smiled, kissed her cheek, and slipped out of the kitchen with her uniform in his arms.

She didn't think much of him touching her hair when her father came down out of no where. He liked to touch her hair quite a bit and she always assumed it was because of the strange color. Ishu's hair was pure white, like fresh snow. However, when she watched him stagger into the kitchen she became weary. It didn't help that he slurred while asking her to come in and help him cook. When he asked things of her they never went well and she could, almost always, tell when something was going to happen. It didn't have to be big but it was always... inappropriate. A part of her wanted to sink into the cushions of the couch and fall into another dimension. The other part of her wanted to bolt for the front door and run until she died from frost bite. The rest of her, the tiny little part that craved security, knew that her life was somewhat predictable and that he would always take care of her. This was the only part of her that let her stay.

Ishu got up from the couch and took off her shoes, tucking them under the coffee table by her bookbag. She walked, quietly, into the kitchen and watched him from across the room, her socked feet silent on the linoleum. It must have been a full five minutes of her staring at his back as the water boiled. If felt like an eternity as her heart pounded in her chest, her anxiety building up as her logical brain began to register the scenario. He'd moved towards her, looking into her pale blue eyes as he leaned down and pressed his lips on hers. Her skin became cold and clammy, one of the first steps of her panic. At the mention of her mother, her heart stopped for a moment, the feeling of terror fading briefly.

He commanded her to warm up the sauce. She hurried over to the other side of the kitchen and got out a smaller pan and set it down on a back burner set for a low heat. Stuffing the can under an electric can-opener, she held it as it spun counter clockwise and the lid popped off. She began to pour the red semi-liquid into the pan when her father pressed up against her, the subtle outline of his erection bearing into her skin. Her hand began to shake as she poured and his own hands dazzled up her front, picking the buttons apart like they were nothing to him. Ishu swallowed as her skin began to tremble and she set the can down before letting her father move her arms as he removed her shirt.

She had learned he would do this front time to time and she had begun to cope with it in her own way. Instead of wearing just a bra underneath her shirts she often wore a camisole as well. This one was white, like her shirt, and had adjustable straps. The top cut had a bit of lace on it because, well, it was a female top and the designer wanted it to be more appealing. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter when he continued to her skirt, his hand feeling the bottom of her bum and stripping her. Her legs lifted one at a time as he removed her skirt, the stubble from his face making her skin crawl as he helped her into a pair of small jogging shorts.

His hands, greasy from lust, groped at her fresh, soft legs before patting her butt, her eyes nearly popping out of her skull. She nodded while pressing her lips so hard together they turned white. Her skin was clammy all over and trembling like she was sick. She thought she might actually be, touching her hand to her forehead to wipe away a thin sheen of sweat. Her cheeks were on fire and her throat felt tight. Ishu waited for him to walk away and when she looked over her shoulder, she saw he was gone. She stepped over to one of the drawers and stumbled through it with her hands until she found an inhaler. Just to be safe, she used it once and put it back before moving back to the sauce and stirring it.

James sighed softly and he returned briefly to the kitchen. He had put her clothes in the wash with the others. Man, the maid had slacked on the laundry today and that was disappointing. When he came back in, he savored the sweet aroma of the sauce. The noodles had been put into the water and they were starting to thicken and become much less rigid. However, the situation between them hadn't become less rigid at all. She knew that there was something wrong with Daddy, but he didn't. The man let out an exhale at the back of her neck. In a second, he had closed in on her and he was pressed against her. His strong arms reached around her body and he started to stir the sauce. His left hand slipped around her waist softly and he pulled her back against his erection. It was perfectly normal, right?

"Daddy's favorite little chef has done an amazing job!" He praised her and his fingertips softly caressed around the waist of her shorts. James leaned down and let his gruff face caress her head and his tense, aroused voice penetrated her ears like a ragged velvet. "Daddy loves you so much." He slipped in to kiss her cheek once again, then he pulled away with his hand around the shaft of the large pot. He grabbed the strainer and dumped the noodles into it. The water sizzled in the sink and the steam rose high to the ceiling. He shook the noodles out firmly and then returned to the counter where she stood with a blank look on her face. He slipped around to back to pour the noodles into a bowl. "All right, my darling chef. Stir it up. I'll supervise."

How dirty he started to feel when she stirred the noodles and sauce. The bowl and wooden spoon was large enough that she was having to put her whole body into it. The most help he gave her was securing the bowl to the counter so that it wouldn't move around on her. The movement caused his erection to react and he felt himself pressing deeper against her. "Don't stop. Stir it up until you don't see a naked noodle." Oh, he wanted her to see a naked--, no, that was completely wrong! He was starting to feel how wrong this was, so he pulled away...to get another beer. James sat at the table and waited. "All right, it should be about done, chef. Let's eat!"

He took a drink of his beer and got up to grab the bowls. "You want orange juice for dinner?" She was peculiar in her drink choices, but he seemed to know her well enough. If she wanted something else, he guessed that she would point to it. In preparation, he held the door open for her to clearly point if necessary. He poured her drink of choice into the glass and he sat at the table. He poured himself a heaping helping of noodles, and then immediately began to eat. At least some of the awkwardness would melt away over a nice, quiet dinner. "My god, this is absolutely divine! High five, my love!" He smiled wide and held his hand up for her to high-five.

The hair on the back of her neck stood on end as he breathed onto her, a signature warning that he was in the room and possibly ready to strike. His arms looped around her but did not touch her. Instead, he grabbed the tool from her and began to stir the sauce. Normally she would use this opportunity to move but his body had pressed so firmly against her back that the stove top was digging into her hip bones. She put her hands down on the edge and winced but did not make any other motions. One of his arms pulled her back, making something hard dig into her skin. She blushed and shut her eyes, trying to think of something that would not terrify her so deeply. On the bright side, her hips weren't in pain any more.

He seemed to come out of it when he praised her but sank even lower when harsh velvet flowed from his mouth and penetrated her ear. She wanted to rip it off, all of it. Every wave of flesh that circulated down into her skull. His breath and tiny beads of saliva stuck to her ear, making her feel vile and almost used. He had barely done anything and she wanted to burn off all of her skin with the hottest shower possible. She gasped a tiny breath when he walked away to rinse the noodles and threw everything into one large bowl. She pressed her lips back together to keep quiet and watched him through her peripheral.

Matters didn't get better, not completely, not yet. He gave her the bowl to stir everything together in. There was so much and she was so small-framed that she couldn't move the spoon with just one hand. She used both to stir, nearly falling over as one foot lifted off the ground while she moved her arms. But he pressed against her again, providing her some leverage with his body and even his erection. She stifled a whimper and continued to stir, the counter pressing into her hip bones yet again. It hurt but she would never complain, never. Ishu's blue eyes stared down into the noodles as if they mesmerized her, as if they were telling her that she could find a better place inside them.

Once the noodles had become a light red, she stopped stirring and let go of the spoon, her body now still. She didn't realize her father had pulled away. She looked over her shoulder at him and nodded, bringing the bowl over to the table. When he asked about what she wanted to drink, she nodded quickly and sat down, staring at the place mat on the table.

She didn't high five him and he was a little sad. The man sighed and ate his noodles in silence. It took about thirty seconds before his hand shot out like lightning and he grabbed her jaw to force her to look at him. "I complimented you. Don't act like you're deaf, too!" He looked deeply into her eyes with a hint of despair in his own. He was losing track of his daughter, it felt. He wanted to be close to her, but he didn't know how. He released her jaw and returned to his meal. "Promise me you'll never be ungrateful. I know you're grateful that I appreciate you so." His tone changed completely and he was smiling at her. "Daddy loves you more than any other woman in the world. He'd be lost without you, darling." He smiled and kissed his two fingertips and pressed them to her lips, then he brushed his fingers down her cheek and he finally went back to eating.

There was a faint hint of a rumble outside. James turned his head slightly to the side with a thoughtful look on his face. He appeared to be rather sure that it was a weather-related sound. "I wonder if we're supposed to have a storm tonight." James stood up and went to the couch. He bent over and grabbed the remote that was pressed against the cushions and turned it on. The TV had been left on just barely audible. "God damnit. Why do you always leave it down so low? You know the up-button on the fucking remote doesn't work!" James pressed it repeatedly and got no response. He threw the remote against the cushion and sighed as he stomped over to the table. He reached around the back of the TV, which fit almost perfectly in the entertainment center. He turned it up loud enough to hear it and rolled his eyes as he stomped back to the kitchen table.

He didn't say a word to her now. He just watched TV and ate his noodles, almost as if he were in a daze. When he finished his food, he leaned back and cradled his slightly swollen stomach. "Oh my. I'm so full. What about you, honey?" He finished his beer and grabbed his plate. Right after he dropped it in the sink, he heard another loud boom of thunder. The news he had blaring had described it as being one of the worst storms in some time. Suddenly, the house went dark and silent. James heard a loud crackle outside and saw a bright flash of lightning. He raced outside only to find a tree had fallen and had taken out the power line. He stepped back into the dark house and fumbled around for a flashlight.

"Looks like the power's gonna be out for some time, sweetheart. Sorry. I guess you won't get to watch the news tonight." James felt his hands start to tremble. There was a sick temptation coming over his body. The lack of distractions was making it permeate his consciousness; to drip out of the skin like blood. James sat in the darkness and just watched the silhouette of his daughter moving around. He sneaked up behind her and put his arms around her. There was that disgusting warmth that came back. And the familiar erection that pulsed against her backside. "Let's go watch the rain." He whispered. He lead her carefully by the hand through the house into the sun room. All the reinforced windows were covered with the heavy rain that fell. "Lay down." There was a twin-size type of bed with large cushions on the back for lounging in the sun or rain. He slipped close to her and his vile lips found her lips. There was first just a soft kiss, then the kisses got wetter and she realized he didn't stop kissing her.

Her eyes shut tightly as he gripped her jaw roughly in his hand. Ishu looked at him as he spoke, her eyebrows furrowing because of the pain. She hadn't realized he said anything to her and now he was mad. She knew she had a tendency to not hear or see what was going on around her when her father had already done so much in just a short time. She needed to try harder not to zone out of the real world. His fingers pressed onto her lips, getting a tiny bit of sauce on her. As his hand moved over to her cheek, she nodded so he would know that she heard him and understood what he said.

She poked at her noodles while her father ate and spoon began to eat some herself. It was good, like always. But it wasn't good enough to change anything. She chewed the little bit she put into her mouth and soon swallowed it before watching her father going into the living room. He yelled at her about the remote but she, of course, didn't say anything about it. If he wanted to turn it up he could always just go to the TV itself. She didn't understand why Americans were so lazy. It was just one of those things she didn't like but she never voiced her opinion about it because, well, she didn't have a voice.

Ishu jumped to the sound of lightning and a loud cracking noise. The lights went out around her and she felt more vulnerable than ever. She set down her fork, no willing to eat even though she wasn't even hungry to begin with. She focused her energy on keeping her eyes open for her father. He ran outside for a minute or so and came back in to look for a flashlight. She got up to find some plastic ware to put the food away. Before she could bring it back to the table, her father came up from behind her and grabbed at her with her body. Her hands trembled and the plastic ware fell to the floor. She wanted to bend down and get it but she did not want to feel exposed to his erection.

She swallowed hard and shut her eyes when his grotesquely husky words fingered at her ear. He wanted to do upstairs to a room that she would escape to from time to time. But sometimes he would go there to. He had never done too much to her, just the kisses and the touching of her legs. But she feared he would always do more. Without the ability to object, she followed him to prevent his hand from pulling on hers and soon found herself in the room. Ishu looked up at the glass and to rain falling on it her father's words nudged her, almost forcing her down. She lay down as she was told and tried to ignore him. The first kiss did not bother her too much, but when he continued to the third kiss and the fourth kiss and his tongue nearly gouged into her throat, she choked on her panic and pressed her hands up on his shoulder. It felt like his whole body and even his lust was suffocating her.

James had found himself disgusted by his drunken kisses and the tongue that pushed into her mouth. She could press against his shoulders, but he easily overpowered her. James pulled from the kiss, but he didn't give her a break. Instead, he ripped the shirt over head to expose her camisole and bra. Now she was more exposed than ever for him. "My beautiful love..." He whispered against her flesh as he stubbly flesh moved against her neck and down to her bosom. Her modest sized breasts were soon teased by his broad cheekbones. The man took in her sweet, virgin scent with a slow, intense interest. The lust was suffocating him, too. His breathing was heavy and the warmth coated her chest.

Her father pulled away from her body to gasp and try to catch his breath. This was all happening so fast and he could barely breathe. The man trembled and looked down into the silhouette of her face. She was so beautiful, so vulnerable...so forbidden. He ripped his own shirt over his head and he threw it to the floor. The strong man climbed over her and he pressed himself close as his erection pressed against her sweet mound. He wiggled his hips and groaned softly. These lustful breaths would coat her neck with a vile, humid sheen of concupiscence. Being this close to her made him feel dirty, for sure, but he couldn't make himself pull away.

"I love you, baby girl." He whispered and his lips made contact with her neck. His right hand slipped up her body slowly while his lips made their way to her collarbone and lower. Without hesitation, he grabbed the left strap of her bra and camisole and he ripped it down to expose her breast to the cool air of the upstairs room. "You have blossomed into a gorgeous young woman." His compliments probably would have carried more weight had he not been kissing down her firm, well-shaped breasts. Then it happened. His lips touched her nipple and he sucked firmly on the hardened nub. "Oh my...someone has wanted this for a while. You're as filthy as I." He purred and sank his teeth gently into her nipple.

His right hand slid back down her body and he shifted all his weight on his left arm when his hand found the way inside her shorts and panties. With the rough invasion, she felt the invader violating her clit with a calloused touch and a vicious intention. That thick length of his was throbbing against her thigh after he moved his body to allow his hand to slip down. He was still on top of her. He was still looking up into her eyes with filthy, lascivious eyes. His lips sucked and pulled on her nipple carefully while his left hand slowly tugged the strap down on her bra and camisole to further expose her.

Her hands dug into his shoulders as he proceeded to expose her skin and let the feel of his own skin violate her. She pushed on him more while digging her legs into his body. Her feet tried to push him away but he was too heavy. He weighed much more than she did and he had a considerable amount of muscle. Not to mention the natural strength that came with a man's physique. She ground her teeth together as she exhaled and pushed on him again while letting her back whip up in an attempt to throw more force into it. Her jaw gaped as she gasped for breath in those few moments when he left her and she continued to push at him again when she felt his hard erection pressing against her clothed folds.

How could he not notice? How could he not see what he was doing? She choked on a sob as her full attempt to get him off of her was completely useless. He tore her clothes down as if they were made of tissue paper and exposed just part of her chest. She tried to cover herself up but she couldn't get her arm to move just right, not with his in the way. He said she was a woman, but she did not want to be one. Not by him, not by anyone. She struggled with him as he removed the rest of her bra and camisole, exposing her and pushing the material down over her ribs.

He said she was dirty and she shook her head, her hands pushing on his neck and shoulders while her eyes begged him to stop. The scent of his liquored breath was too much. It smelt like it was practically pouring out from his skin, the skin that pressed on hers every time he touched her. Ishu choked on the smell and tried to throw him over the side but failed and only pressed her breasts against his stubbled features.

Ishu pushed on his forehead as he suckled on her soft pink nipple. She wanted him off, she wanted him off now! Her eyes glazed with a brief moment of shock before it faded to terror as her cheeks became a soft pink and pleasure surged from between her legs. Her pushes became weaker as he rubbed her though she cried more and her chest raised more frequently with each gasping breath. She shook her head and dug her knees into his sides while trying to push him down and off of her. This was not supposed to happen! He was not supposed to do this!

"Stop it, god damn you!" He suddenly broke from her nipple to scream at her. The man looked harshly into her eyes and she would have to feel it burning through her soul. There it was. He had fucking snapped. His mind had shattered beneath the stress of daily life and he was cursing her for struggling at his attempts to rape his own daughter. He was about to be one with his own flesh and blood and she was clearly opposed to it. However, under the haze of lust, her struggling movements seemed less like complete resistance, but more like the playful "Daddy, please stop. This is so wrong." kind of play. His alcohol scented saliva covered her nipples as he sucked feverishly at the flesh. His middle finger surely had a delicious scent of youthful lust from her pussy. As it rubbed rougher, he could hear her sobbing, but he mistook it as pleasured gasping. In the darkness, he couldn't truly see her pain.

James pulled off of her, but the torture was nowhere from over. In fact, it had only just begun. The man slipped out of his pajama pants and boxers. She could see the silhouette of a sizable member pop forth from the release of the fabric. James crawled closer so that his hot, throbbing meat pressed against her right breast. He grabbed her hand and he brought it up to his lips. He carefully kissed each fingertip and then he set her hand, guided by his hand on her wrist, to rub down his modest physique. Down his neck, his pecs, his abs, and all the way down to his hot, throbbing heat. He felt her further tense up when she started feeling the wiry stubble of his pubic hair, but he wasn't afraid. "Don't worry, my precious one, it'll feel natural soon." His hand forced hers to softly rub over the throbbing heat of his thick cock. He felt her soft hand caress the naked and it throbbed fiercely in the moment.

His right hand slid down her smooth, beautifully sculpted tummy and back down into her shorts and panties. He felt the wetness and his heart skipped a beat. "Wow, you're so wet." He slid his finger lower, in between her slick lips, and his finger soon slid into her vulva. The middle finger of his right hand curled and pushed inside her. The soft touch turned firmer as she heard his palm smacking against her cunt as he sped up his invasive fingering. His left hand slid past her wrist to clasp her hand. He gently closed her hand around the thickness and he leaned down so that he could be face to face with her. His eyes glistened with pleasure and delight, but her eyes were probably too teary to see it.

"I love you. I love you more than the world." He whispered against her lips. Daddy leaned in and sucked tenderly on her bottom lip for a few seconds, then he picked up the pace and he began kissing her heavily; sloppily. His tongue pushed into her mouth and he moaned as he guided her to stroke his cock. The hand in her pussy suddenly sped up and the slapping became louder as he pounded her sweet cunt with just a mid-size object. The length in her hand was sure to split her wide open. She was vulnerable for Daddy and he took advantage of it without hesitation.

Her throat clenched as he yelled at her and she tried to stay silent, her eyes wide with fear as his rage emanated and drove into her like knifes. Her throat made a soft squeaking sound and she shut her eyes, her skin trembling under him as she waited to be punished for making even that slight sound. The muscles over her stomach quivered as she panicked in the silence, no movement or sound noticeable other than her trembling as her father's husky, filthy breath gasping over her soft skin. She opened her eyes slowly as he removed himself only to become mortified at the sight of him removing his own clothing. Ishu began to crawl back on the mattress until his legs pinned her down and she felt him touching on her chest.

Cringing to the feel of his erect skin on her breast, she gasped fearfully as he took her hand and kissed on her fingertips. She looked up at him as he kissed each one of them and shut her eyes again as he made her feel down his body. If this had not been her father, she would not have minded feeling the ripped body of a young man. But this was her daddy, the man that was supposed to be raising her. She choked on a sob as his hand forced hers down into his pubic hair, her fingers reaching for his stomach in an attempt to escape. She shook her head and struggled under him, keeping her mouth shut as her hand was forced onto his erection, feeling every inch of his hot length.

Ishu struggled subtly as his hand trailed down her body and stuck back into her shorts. She shook her head, silently begging him not to touch her. Her jaw gaped when his finger plunged into her tight tunnel of soft, wet flesh. She winced as he pressed in further, his nail scraping along the flesh. As his finger sped up, her spine arched as she tried to deny the pleasure. Tears poured over her face when she just barely saw him lean in closer. Her lips curled down as she kept in a sob and let him guide her hand along his length.

Just his finger alone was hurting her, but it still felt good. She didn't want to begin to think about how his erection would feel inside her, tearing her apart viciously and without regret. She hoped that if she just touched him that he would leave her alone. She hoped this would be all he took from her and she could go wash herself and lock herself in her room. She hoped he would never do this to her again and she could just stop crying.

James no longer felt regret. She started to stroke his dick and when he pulled his hand away, he noticed that she was still softly massaging the throbbing meat in her palm. He let out a soft growl against her lips. Outside, the sky roared in violent anger. The sky threw lightning bolts throughout the skyline and roared vicious threats to those who were caught in its wrath. The thunder rolled outside and the arousal built up into a violent passion. The alcohol had coursed entirely through his blood and he found himself ripping his hand out of her cunt to pull down her panties and shorts. For just a fraction of a second, lightning ripped through the night sky and he got to see those puffy pussy lips, so tight and so virgin...

"Oh, my love, I will never love anyone the same..." Once again, he had snapped. He had to be completely delirious. There was no part in his mind that thought this was wrong anymore. His heart began to race as he slipped down her body. His cock pressed into her breast while he leaned down. He slipped his arms in between her thighs and he spread his arms wide to keep her legs open, exposing her cunt. The older man's alcohol soaked lips salivated as he moved closer. At first, he just let his whiskers tease her clit. Then came the hot breath as his lips just softly caressed over her pussy. He could feel his own body trembling. Hers trembled and jerked with each uneven touch of his lips to her virgin lips.

James slipped his knee over her chest and she could feel his cock tease her flesh. He found himself being at an odd angle, so, without a thought, he shifted on her body until he could wrap his elbows beneath her legs and use his arms to keep them spread. With this angle, that thick cock was brushing against her face. He could feel the wetness of her tears of excitement. He was going to take care of his excited little girl soon enough. The heated breath increased when his tongue slowly came out of his mouth. He touched her clit with the gentlest precision. After that, he hesitated. He felt her squirm and it made his throbbing dick move against her face. The heat would warm any spot on her face it touched. James used his hands to spread her pussy lips slowly.

He leaned back in and he just ran his tongue slowly from her clit down to the opening of her vulva. He circled his tongue around and she could feel him gulp as he took in the first taste of her delicious cunt. The next taste was far from gentle. His tongue roughly raked over her cunt and then again, and again. He began swirling it around in a vicious fashion, but then he'd stop and suck firmly at her clit. This made him shiver, so he teased her clit for just a bit longer before his middle finger started very gently teasing her wet opening in light circles.

Her quiet sob had been drowned out by the sound of lightning crackling above them. The muscles in her body tensed up as rain slapped down onto the glass over them. She didn't even notice he was in her hand or that her hand was still moving. It was almost mechanical, no thought required as she touched him and cried. She tried to stop the crying, to not care and to just disappear like she had wanted to earlier, but it didn't work. She could still smell the alcohol on him and tried to move away from his face and to just get away from the smell.

Lightning struck again and she jumped, her clothes on her hips being torn down quickly during the strike. Struggling as he moved them would not help, in fact it could just make it worse. She sniffled as she hoped he would stop touching her now and only found how fruitless is was to hope. Hope would get her nothing, even as he maneuvered his body over hers and locked his arms around her legs, keeping them wide open as he looked at a place no man had seen before. Her legs tried to close together, feeling uncomfortable and much too exposed as he held them far apart from each other.

Ishu gasped a breath as she felt his little whiskers bristling over her most sensitive spot and his breath basking over all of her gentle folds. Soon his mouth began to touch her and she jerked around, whining softly as she fought any shred of pleasure that hummed in her body. Her hands pressed up on his hips, trying to get him off of her. She turned away from his burning erection, refusing to let it go into her mouth now or ever for that matter. She gasped against as his tongue swept over her after pulling her folds away from each other.

Her legs tried harder to close as her spine swayed to and fro, writhing in the pleasure his knowing tongue provided her. She pushed on his hips again, her hot gasps of breath hitting his well muscled abdomen. The girl began to panic, pushing on him more and more until his mouth teased at her clit and his finger threatened to terrible, horrible, delightfully pleasurable things to her.

It had been years since he had let such a delicious taste pass through his lips. Her nubile body had a particularly tangy virgin scent to it. As his tongue caressed her clit, he changed the speed rapidly. At one point he would be lapping at it like a dog, and then in another second, he was caressing it with his artisan tongue. He would gently move it to and fro, and his tongue traced around it in drastically changing patterns. The pungent smell penetrated his nose and he could only feel his lust increasing like no other. With each heavy breath, he was taking in heavy doses of her young pheromones.

The fingertip that traced around her wet pussy was providing a nice massage and tease. He would let the finger dip inside her and tease the inner rim of vulva, then he would tease the outer. It was a random pattern, just like his tongue, with varying speeds. However, these skilled hands knew exactly how to make a woman shiver and beg for more. There was no shame in his actions anymore. That hot, thick cock was still pressing and throbbing against her face. He wiggled his hips; not to try and force it into her mouth, but because her pungent scent was sending him into the next realm of concupiscence.

He could feel that hot breath against his abdomen and that was making it harder not to squirm. "Oh, my darling." He whispered against her pussy. He stopped to let his facial hair tease her clit once more, but it was really just an excuse for him to rub her cunt all over his face. Another flash of lightning lit up the room and he got to see that delicious pussy. He slid his fingertip into her pussy and he just mildly fingered her. He was being extremely gentle for a rapist. The main reason was because he didn't feel this was rape. He felt her hot breaths, her squirming hips. If she could talk, she'd tell him she wanted him.

He pulled away from just her clit to run his tongue over her labia in its entirety. He salivated heavily on her and used it as an excuse to press his lips into her and suck up as much of the wetness as he could on the way back to her clit. He could feel his balls swelling and he wiggled more. His cock and balls both ached for pleasure. How it came out, however, was that she was being humiliated by his cock rubbing against her face.

Against her will her petals swelled with the pleasure, begging him for more if they could. She gasped another breath and writhed under his form, her hips moving in a circular motion against his tongue. She wanted them to stop, her hips and his tongue. She wanted his fingers to stop as well but it just felt so good~ She knew he was experienced and this thought only made the situation worse. What else could he do? What other forms or pleasure could he provide with just his face and even one of his hands? His rough, calloused hands.

She swallowed a cry of fear as his penis rubbed against the side of her face. Her bright blue eyes shut tightly as his sack rubbed across her forehead, spreading a grungy, sexual scent all over her porcelain skin. She pushed on his hips again, soon hitting him with the palms of her small, flat hands. Ishu wanted him to get off of her. She wanted him to stop everything. She wanted to tell him that this was wrong- what he was doing was wrong! He could not do this now or ever again.

Ishu tried to get out from under him again by lifting her hips up and attempting to wriggle out from under him. But his hold on her legs was too strong and any movement she made just made the pleasure roll over her petals over and over again. She tried pushing on his stomach now, her hands flat on the sides of his belly button. His erection swelled against her cheek and she paused, startled by the movement. Had he done that on purpose? Could he even do that willingly?

Lightning stroke over them, crossing over the sky and lighting up the room briefly. In this moment she could see him, pressing his chin against her and letting his finger dip inside between the petals of her womanhood. A few tears dried down her cheeks as she gave one last push at him. If he was so earnest to keep her here and to take what he wanted, nothing she could do would stop him. He would take what he wanted and he would leave her here when he was done. She was starting to realize this as he continued to go at her, the darkness in the room seeming to change colors as he pleasured her against her will.

James was unable to believe how amazing she tasted. The more involved he got with her, the more he found himself craving her like no other. The licking of her clit and pussy left him breathless and his chest heaved with pleasure. Not to mention his thick cock set to throbbing of its own accord with a fierce desire. In fact, the pressure in his balls was to the point that he started to rub his balls over her face. He was rubbing that grungy, sexual scent all over her face.

Her dirty father set to moaning out loud in steady pants when his arousal got to a nearly unbearable point. When a man was reduced to the point of marking his own daughter's face with the scent of his sack, it was clear that even the slightest response from her could set him on fire. He was reduced now to the point of speeding up his finger in her cunt now. He began pounding her rapidly and she could feel his muscles bulking with the sheer force.

His heart started racing and he moved himself over her slower, but in steadily, fuller motions. He groaned in an incredible desire. He pulled his head away finally because he realized he couldn't take it anymore. She needed a loving touch to guide her to pleasure her father the way they both knew he deserved. He smiled softly and got off of her. Just when she thought it was all over, though, it got worse. He moved his dick against her face and he knelt beside her. His hand slipped softly, lovingly behind her head and he turned it and eased her into taking his dick into her mouth.

James melted and he felt himself lose his mind when her mouth, wet from sobbing, coated his cock in pure saliva. His fingertips reeked of her pussy's scent and her lubrication, but he steadily caressed it over her nipples. He gently pinched at her breasts and pulled at her nipple to continuing being a tease. "Oh, that's it. Daddy loves how open you've become. Make him happy, baby doll."

The slick walls inside her constricted on his finger as it sped up, burrowing deeper and harder into her. Her back arched as her mouth gaped open and a silent moan erupted from her body. She couldn't take much more of this from him! It was so good~ too good! It was coming from her father, which made the pleasure even more unbearable. She writhed underneath him, trying to escape over and over while fighting the waves of pleasure.

Gasping as another wave rushed over her, she found a moment of peace when he began to lift off of her. Ecstatic, she tried to sit up and crawl away from him as his dick slid across the side of her face until his hand grabbed the back of her head. Her throat caught as she clawed at the mattress in an attempt to pull her body away from him, soft pants of stress escaping from her. She ground her teeth together as he turned her face towards him and see could feel the end of his throbbing length pulsing against her lips. Crying softly, she looked up at him, begging him not to make her do this.

His tip probed against her lips, pushing until she choked on a sob and he found the time to strike, pushing himself into her wet mouth as she sobbed. Her tongue moved under him as he forced his own entry, pushing further into her mouth until she felt like she was going to throw up on him. Ishu's hands came up and pressed on his hips, trying to push him back as his erection pulsed in her mouth and probed in and out continuously.

She tried to suffer quietly, without a single sound, but this was just too much for her. Lightning stroke overhead and more rain poured down on the glass ceiling. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, letting him burrow into her throat. She ignored her gag reflex with the thought: If I do this for him, he will leave me alone. Giving herself a false sense of security, she drew her head away while sucking in her cheeks and pushed her head back down as far as she could, swallowing on the parts of his cock that managed to get down into her throat.

The sickening part was that he was nearly to a legal driving level of intoxication, which wasn't much at all. He had become so intoxicated in lust that he had forgotten about whether or not this was a smart move. He didn't care anymore. When she started sucking on his cock like it was the other thing she could ever cherish, he threw his head back and moaned with a vicious passion. His hand caressed her head softly moreso than just pulling her down on his cock.

It felt so good, however, that he was starting to feel the opposite. He thought she loved what he was doing to her, but Stockholm Syndrome had kicked in and she was just satisfying him because she felt it was the only way to keep from dying. This wasn't the case, though. There was no security to buy from this. He pulled out of her mouth and he let her move onto her hands and knees, but then he pushed her forward so that her breasts went over the cushions.

She would be propped up with her ass in the air. They were about to make love like animals do and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. As her father mounted her, he held his cock in his hand. He pressed the tip of it against her wet labia and he started to slowly push into her vulva. He gasped and just slowly eased himself into her virgin pussy. With his breath heavy on the back of her neck, he trembled and shivered as he went balls deep into her.

Once he had completely stolen her virginity, he started to pull his cock out and he finally thrust it back in. He wasn't giving her a raping force at all. Instead, he was having sex with her the way a lover would with his own for the first time. He kissed along her back and her shoulder blades. This probably would have never gotten this far if she wasn't a mute. However, because of her obvious disadvantage, she only became a rape victim because he mistook her actions. "I love you, sweetest one." He panted and nuzzled his face against her cheek as he made sweet love to her. His cock throbbed heavily in deep lust. This felt amazing! His hand slid down her body to caress her clit while he gently fucked her.

She gasped for air when he gave her some time to breathe after removing himself from her mouth. She coughed and wiped some saliva from around her mouth. She moved away from him until he forced her down. She tried to crawl away again, pushing on the floor with her feet. She panted quietly, pulling at the mattress and clawing into it while trying to pull herself again. Her chest tightened when she felt him press himself against her and she gasped for air again, panicking as the inevitable began to weigh down on her.

Ishu let out a deep, certain grunt as she tried to move away, but he kept her down well. He pushed into her and she let out a pained cry, her legs shaking as he thrust in as far as he could, filling her with his entire erection. Tears poured down her cheeks as she felt him tear through her hymen without a second thought. Her arms, gripping the wall behind the cushions, shook violently as she sobbed into the pillows. He pulled out and forced his way back in again, causing more tears to overflow from her eyes.

She gasped for air, her eyes rolling back as his hand made it's way down and rubbed on her pleasurable nub. She squeezed on one of the cushions so tight her knuckles turned white and buried her face into the cushion. Her soft, plush, wet walls suckled on him and milked at his cock, as if begging for him to thrust over and over and over and over until she fell apart by his throbbing member.

Her stomach jumped up against her ribs as he continued to thrust, the waves of pleasure worsening despite the pain he was causing her. Each thrust hurt, his cock stretching her tight, virginal walls. But it still felt good- oh god it felt amazing. Ishu sobbed into the pillow, her toes curling and her feet curving against his knees. The emotional toll was growing with each terrible moment he spent inside her, thrusting forward and back, his hand rubbing on her as if coaxing her to a climax- a climax to be shared with him. She couldn't do it- not for much longer.