It's Just You and Me Now Sweetheart (Ryimmor & nerdfuck)

It was late on a Friday night. Brad had had an exceptionally brutal week of work, and things weren't much better at home. His kids were always complaining that he didn't get them enough things, his wife always complaining he wasn't home enough. But what was he to do? He had to earn a living for the family. He laid in bed next to his sleeping wife, his 6'1" body tensing from the stress he was under. His eyes remained open for hours, his mind spinning and spinning until finally he snapped. He rose from his bed, walking into the kitchen and returning with a long, sharp knife. Emily, his wife, stirred awake for just a moment before her eyes shot open in fear. She had no time to scream before Brad was atop of her, slicing her neck open with the knife and watching as blood spurted out, her body falling back to the bed.

He left his room, moving down the hall to his sons room where he slipped in undetected him, slitting his throat in his sleep. The whole ordeal had been very quiet and surreal up to this point until he got to his daughter's room. He stood there, admiring her teen body as she lay in bed. She wasn't completely covered by her blankets and he could sneak peaks of her sultry, sweet body. Brad had often found his gaze falling to his daughter in the past years. As she had gone through puberty she had developed quite a nice body, and now that his wife was getting old and never ceased to nag him, his daughter was the new eye candy for him in the house. He slowly approached her bed with the bloody knife, blood sprayed across his face and chest, dripping down his knuckles.

Amy had slept soundly and dreamed vividly, unaware of the terror that had gripped her household on this particular night. She was indeed quite an attractive girl, with blatantly budding breasts, an already curvaceous female figure, and a newspaper-long list of boys who wanted to take her out, or at least get a piece of her plump ass. Amy had her mother's blonde-brown hair, long and thick. She had her father's eyes, however. It was almost like a trademark of her father's bloodline.

This particular night Amy wore nothing but a large night-shirt which was nothing more than a t-shirt that was much too large. She laid on her belly, the shirt pulled up in the back just far enough to ignite some excitement about the curve of her ass cheek, one could not help but wonder what the whole picture was like. Surely a sight to behold.

Her father's presence did not go unknown for long. Soon Amy's eyes fell open, smiling at the sight of her father standing in the darkness. It wouldn't be the first time that he had crept in at night to check on her. Of course she couldn't see the blood dripping from his body, nor she knife in his hand. "Daddy?" She murmured gently, adjusting in the bed to look at him. "What's wrong?"

Brad had been caught in fantasy as his daughter awoke. Her words stirred him from the thought of having her all to himself. "Oh, nothing is wrong sweetheart." he said, his tone twisted and sadistic as his deep blue eyes peered down from behind his the thin layer of scruff that dressed his face. "I just wanted to make sure you were doing alright." he said with a devious grin, his thoughts turning away from bringing his daughter to the same bloody fate as the rest of their family, not yet at least. He stepped to her bed, setting the knife down upon the nightstand as a bloody hand reached out to gently stroke her face.

"Are you sleeping well he asked?" his eyes dropping from her cute, tired little face down to her smooth, soft thighs, meeting up with the bottom of her plump, round ass just below the line of her shirt. His other hand slid to the hem of the shirt, lifting it slightly up her body as he gazed upon her bare bottom. It was a site he had long sought to behold, it was better than he could have imagined. Brad and Amy's mom had done well creating her, she really was a beautiful specimen.

Somehow she could tell by the tone of her father's voice that everything was certainly not okay. She frowned as he insisted the obvious, moving towards her. The smell of copper hit her nose the closer he came and it made her uncomfortable. "I'm okay.." She insisted softly, eyes widening as her father's hand brushed her face and left a trail of warm wetness. "Daddy?" Her heart started to race, adjusting in the bed even more as her father's hand slid down over her thigh and to the hem of her shirt.

"Daddy stop!" She squealed to him as he revealed her silky ass to him. She quickly sprung out of the bed in defense, putting distance between them as she backed up against the window on the other side of her bed. "What are you doing? What's wrong with you?!" She demanded harshly, tears beginning to brim her eyes. "Have you been drinking again? You're not yourself!"

After murdering his wife and son a few harsh words from his daughter's sweet, sultry lips held no effect over him. "Drinking?" he asked inquisitively, "You know I haven't had a drink in four years." he said, rising from the bed and slowly making his way over to Amy. His hands slid gently up her sides before roughly pinning her up against the window. "I just want to love you, that's all." he said, his words far more twisted and sadistic than when he had entered the room.

One hand slid longingly up from her shoulders, grasping her neck and squeezing just hard enough to keep her pinned firmly against the window. His other hand slid back under her shirt, this time massaging her young, teen pussy. He was almost instantly aroused. So long had he admired his daughter's beauty, and now he would finally get to truly enjoy it. His fingers toyed around her little pussy for a while, feeling her clit, her lips, teasing her little hole... if it could be called teasing given the circumstances. "You feel tense." he finally muttered, gripping her neck even tighter now. "Just relax and let Daddy love you."

Amy was in no way relaxed at her father's words. She pressed herself as far back as she could trying to back away from her father, but soon she was pressed back too much as her father's hand gripped her neck. Her eyes widened, mouth dropping open as a panic washed over her. Her head shook, trying to plead with her father, trying to persuade him from whatever was going through his mind.

"No!" The tears in her eyes began to roll now as her father's bloody hand slipped under her shirt, touching her young breasts and playing with them in a way that no man had done before, least of all her father. "Daddy stop what you're doing! This is crazy! You can't do this, I'm your daughter! What will mamma think? You're not thinking straight!" She sobbed harder as his bloody hand moved to her pussy, teasing at her hole, his hand warm with blood from her own mother, brother...

"Please." She whispered, "don't do this... oh god." She gasped as he gripped her neck even tighter, her head beginning to spin just slightly.. "Dad-... daddy.."


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"I don't think mom is going to mind." he said as a sick, twisted smile crossed his face. Then he threw his daughter to the floor by her neck, quickly pushing off the pair of shorts he had tried to sleep in, exposing his entire body to her. His cock was already throbbing hard, eager to set deep into his daughter's tight little holes. Before she even had the chance to scurry away Brad was down on his knees, wrapping his hand once more around her neck as he lifted her back to her feet, pushing her against the wall next to the window. Things were about to get rough, and he didn't want the glass to break.

"And trust me sweetheart." he said, peering right into her eyes, his face not but an inch from hers as his hand continued to tighten around her neck, "I'm thinking straighter than I ever have before." And with that, he reached his other hand down to his daughter's smooth, soft thigh, hoisting it up and pinning it against the wall to expose her tight, pink pussy to him. He slid forward, every last inch of his long, thick cock penetrating up into his daughter's tight little pussy. "Ooooh, fuck." he groaned as he entered her, his first thrust slow as he pushed up into her until he could literally fit no more. He then slid back out, just the head of his cock remaining in her pussy before slamming back in, this time incredibly hard, so hard there was a thud against the wall as he pounded into her. He carried on like this for some time, slowly sliding himself out until he was barely inside of her before slamming roughly back up into her.

"No!" Amy cried as her father threw her roughly to the ground. This was the man who had changed her diapers and taught her to ride a bike. He had never handled her so roughly before, in fact no one had. He was clearly not in his right mind but how to correct him she didn't know. He was tall, and powerful. She was small and practically helpless to him.


She caught her breath as best she could when he threw her down, quickly trying to stand before her father was on her yet again. His hand returned to her neck, he lifted her with no regard. Amy whimpered and cried as she was shoved into the wall right next to a window. All someone had to do was look inside... but there was no light on and it was dark outside. No one would see them! The helplessness set in more and more as her head began to spin from her father's tight grip. At this rate he would choke her out and she really would be helpless to him...

"Daddy... no.." She whimpered to him as best she could through his hold. "Stop.." Tears still rolled down her face as he exposed her tight little snatch to him. He wasted no time in forcing himself inside of it, her virginity tearing painfully as blood mixed with the blood of her family. "Daddy! No!" She cried out loud as he began to force his large cock into her young, tight little pussy. "It hurts, daddy! No!!" Her chest heaved with her panic and tears. She was going to die today, she just knew it. He was going to kill her..

Oh god.. she was going to die..

Brad let out a loud, pleasured cry, his head tilting back as if he were an animal taking down his prey. And the rest of his actions were truly animalistic. He had no regard for his daughter's well being as he felt her hymen break, blood tricking down over his cock as he rammed and slammed himself up into her tight little cunt. "Enjoy the pain you little whore." he sneered at her through gritted teeth, his hand coming off her neck for just a moment to give her face a good slap before returning to the soft skin, clenching his fist once more around it.

The scene was barbaric. Amy was completely helpless, Brad so consumed in pleasure he almost forgot it was his daughter he was brutally raping. But he soon remembered, only more aroused by the memory as his hand finally slid from her neck, pushing up under her shirt and toying with her nice, perky breasts. He rubbed them, slapped them under her shirt, and eventually set his fingers to work on her nipples. He'd grab them, twist them, pull them, pinch them. He wanted to cause his daughter pain, as much as he could while getting all the pleasure he could from her tight little teen snatch.

"No! It hurts!" She pleaded him as he called her a whore, thoroughly breaking her heart with that one word. Her response was a sharp slap to her face with caused even more tears to fall. Her breasts bounced with her father's every savage thrust, his large cock taking up residence in her small, previously unused pussy.

Amy really thought she was going to pass out, but her father seemed to gather himself right before that did happen. She took a gasping breath, her face red as she looked up at him. It was truly savage to see the large man forcing himself into the young girl. "Daddy.." She breathed, wincing as he pinched and pulled her small nipples. "Are you... am I gonna die?" It was a heart-wrenching question... was he going to kill her? Was it really worth it?

Brad stopped as the fearful words fell from her mouth. He had stopped mid thrust, his cock buried deep into her bleeding, throbbing young cunt. Then he pulled out, leaving a nice gaping hole in her pussy which his cock had previously plowed open. "Not tonight." he said, his words twisting sickly out into the air. He then grabbed his daughter's hair, throwing her roughly back toward her bed. Making his way over to her, he grasped the hem of her shirt, ripping it off her terrified teen body so she was as naked as him.

He gave her no time to react, quickly pushing her back down onto the bed and roughly grasping her thighs. His fingers dug into her soft skin as he yanked her ass over the edge of the bed, spreading her legs and forcing his cock once more deep into her ruined little snatch. "Ooooh." he let out another loud, pleasured cry as he resumed pounding his daughter. His thrusts were more constant this time, slamming as hard and deep as he could in and out of her with much more speed now. He looked down, watching as his daughter's breasts bounced furiously with his savage thrusts.

A hand slid down to her hip, holding her tightly in place as he brutally raped her. His other hand slid over her naked body up to her neck. He once more gripped it tightly, shoving her down now to meet his every brutal thrust.

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Amy whimpered gently at her father's words, they were terrifying. Not only was he going to kill her but she would never know when he was going to do it. The man that had moved states just so she could be in a better school district was now raping her like a doll and threatening to take her life. What was wrong with him? Had she upset him? Amy didnt have much time to think about that before her father suddenly slung her across the room back to her bed.

As she hit she tried to scramble up and away but only managed to knock her lamp off the desk when he grabbed her and yanked her back. He had seared her bleeding pussy with expert precision, entering her rroughly and continuing the brutal rape of his daughter. She gasped and cried as her father rode her, grasping the bed, pleading, but her voice grew weak as everything around her grew dark. His hand on her throat was unrelenting and air was scarce. Her face grew red, her struggle increased.. And then simply stopped.

This was the night Amy's own father raped her, unconscioius.

Brad had never been more aroused than he was inside his daughter, especially as he felt her grow limp at the mercy of his brutal grip. He kept his hand upon her throat for a moment as he felt her pulse fade, releasing when he could just feel the faintest a beat in the veins below his hand. As he did he finally pulled his long, thick cock from the unrelenting rape of his daughter's now bleeding pussy. He remained still for a moment, admiring the scene. His cock, bloody from pounding his daughter's virgin pussy so brutally rough; her pussy, smeared with her virgin blood; her faint and staggered breaths which popped her breasts up, making them jiggle from the motion. It was almost too much.

When he focused back in Brad grabbed his unconscious daughter's thighs just above her knees. He pushed them back so her ass was exposed, lifted slightly off the bed. Then, with no regard for his daughter's current condition at all, he slammed himself into her even tighter little asshole. It almost hurt at first, her hole so tight around his enormous cock, but after pulling out and rubbing some spit into the tiny hole it was just fine. He pounded into her, watching her unconscious body flow jerkily with his brutal, sadistic motions.

She wasn't sure how long she had been out, but a feeling of pain finally brought her back to consciousness. It started out with a vague unconsciousness, all sounds and feelings so far away it was vague. But as she began to stir, her body shifting, underneath her father's girth, all of those things grew closer and closer to her reality.. The vague pain became searing, the vague sounds became her father practically grunting in her ear with his every might thrust. Her small hand gripped at the bed sheets as she began trying to pull herself out from underneath him, but he had a tight grip on her and she was unable to escape him.

Her reality began to resemble the previous chapter quickly as she began yet again trying to struggle against her father. "No!" She yelled out at him, gasping loudly as his cock dove down into her tiny, unused ass hole. "Daddy stop! It hurts!" She began to beg him. "Don't do this! Please!"

Brad smiled as his daughter came to. He didn't say a word as she began to beg and plead with him again. All he did was continue to thrust violently up into his daughter's virgin asshole, pounding the tight little previously untouched hole as hard as he physically could with his enormous cock. Instead of replying to her he lifted a hand from her leg, letting her leg fall to the bed as he smacked her a couple times roughly across the face. "Shut up you little whore." he finally barked down to her, his hand returning to her leg and pushing it back up as the whole bed shook and creaked under his brutal thrusts.

Pre cum began to drip from his cock as he thrust wildly into her. The slick, wet fluid lubricated her ass far better than his spit, and he was able to slide in with more ease now. Both his hands left her legs as he came closer and closer to his orgasm, roughly grasping her breasts now as his fingers firmly grabbed her nipples, pinching them roughly to keep her held in place.

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Amy gasped loudly as she struggled, taking the smacks to her face painfully. She gasped deeply and painfully, her groans of pain mixing with her gasps for air and a break and for her father not to destroy her and her body.

Her head was spinning, her body hurt. She wanted it to stop but didnt have the strength to stop it. That made her virtually helpless. Amy fought a panic attack, crying loudly as her father managed to slid his cock even deeper into her ass. She felt like he was ripping her apart. Her heavy head down, she buried her face against the blankets of the bed.

"Daddy..." she begged. "Please stop it..." he was hurting her!

Brad ignored her pleads again. He was to close to cumming to pay her any attention. He did however finally pull his long, throbbing hard cock from her tiny little asshole, only to shove it immediately back into her pussy. "Oh fuck." he groaned. She felt so good. He could have spent all night inside of his young, helpless, beautiful daughter. "I hope you're ready for Daddy's cum."

He grinned as he spoke. He was sure the idea of her father's seed inside of her would not be a pleasing one. But he liked it. His hands rested upon the base of her thighs, gripping tightly as he yanked her back over and over again, his seed starting to shoot form his cock. He didn't miss a beat as he came, his thick, creamy cum pouring out of his massive erection and into his daughter's little pussy. When he was finally done his thrusts slowed to a stop, his hands still on her thighs as he held every last inch of himself inside of her, looking down at the scared, hurt, raped young girl before him.

Her only response to her pleading was her father seemingly speeding up his thrusts. She cried, begged and still tried to pull herself away as he enjoyed his spoils. Her breasts bounced with the force of his brutal rape, making her lose her breath and gasp loudly. She was able to catch her breath but only to lose it again a few moments later.

When he ripped out of her ass so he could shove himself into her sore and swollen pussy, she yelled out loudly. "Daddy! No!" she choked back a sob. Surely someone would hear her! Where was her mother? Her brother?

Her father's words shook her. Cum? She knew what that meant and she wasnt on birth control! "Please no! I'll get pregnant!" she tried to talk sense into the man even though he was clearly beyond talking sense into.

Brad knew his daughter would be dead before she'd have the chance to carry a child to term, so that was of no concern to him. He just looked down with pleasure filled eyes at his battered young daughter. He finally pulled his cock out from her deliciously tight pussy, watching as his cum followed his enormous shaft out of her.

"Now, don't tell me you didn't enjoy that." he said with a grin, "You're mother was such a whore, I can't imagine you're not." he continued. Her mother 'was'. He bet that would freak her out. Maybe he should go show her the lifeless bodies of the rest of their family, maybe that would make her a little more obedient.

Amy cried from pain as her father ripped his cock from her small, swollen, battered pussy. Cum spilled out, lingering with blood. His eyes brushed over her body hungrily, even after already defiling her, and it caused her to crawl backwards on the bed to try and shy away from him.

"No..." She murmured gently at his words, shaking her head. "Please..." She was no whore.. the true meaning of his words didn't quite plant themselves into her mind until a moment later when her jaw opened in shock and her pleading eyes fell on him. "Where's mamma?" She asked after a second of thought. "Daddy? Did you hurt mamma?" She would never let him do this to his daughter.. it was the only thing that made sense!

Amy's eyes shot to the door a moment before looking back at her father, tears filling her eyes. "I hate you!" She spat finally, springing from the bed and making a run to the door, hoping to make it out of the house and find someone for help.

Brad was nothing more than amused by Amy, so scared, so determined to get away from him. He reacted quickly as she sprang from the bad, grasping a thick handful of hair and yanking her down to the ground, hard, before she even made it to the door. "Oh, mom is just fine, let me show you." he said with a grin. He didn't even allow her the time to get up. Instead, hand gripped in her hair, he dragged her naked body along the rug, out of her room and into his where her mother lay, body lifeless and bloody, in their bed.

"Here, look for yourself." he said with a sick grin as he yanked his daughter up to her feet, tossing her toward her mother's side of the bed where the dead body lay. He came up behind her, hands on her hips to ensure she didn't run again as he forced her to look down at her mother's lifeless face, throat slit wide open.

"NO!" Amy cried as her father gripped a handful of hair and ripped her back to him. The tears already in her eyes began to swell from pain, how he hadn't ripped her hair out she wasn't sure. She struggled against the man, but the prospect of seeing her mother find and unscathed was too much for her to pass up so for once she allowed her father to tote her around without any resistance. That is, until, they made it to her grave.

Amy's eyes grew wide at the sight of her mother in a puddle of her own blood. In shock, she didn't react as her father ripped at her hair and pushed her towards her mother's body. If it weren't for her father's hands on her hips she would have fallen to her knees, terror in her eyes, tears flowing now.. "No..." She whispered harshly. "Daddy... no! What did you DO?" She turned on her father the best she could, balling her fist and beating it against his chest. "WHY? She LOVED you! What is WRONG with you!"

"She didn't love me." he sneered back, removing his hands from her hips and pushing the thrashing teen back so she fell over her mother's body and onto the bed. "None of you ungrateful little shits love me. None of you appreciate anything I do for you guys. But that doesn't matter anymore." he said, his face twisting into a sadistic grin. "Because now it's just you and me sweetheart. And you don't have a choice but to do what I say now that your whore mother isn't around to tell me how to raise you."

He stopped, arms crossed as he looked on at his sobbing daughter laid out over his dead wife. He almost regretted killing her, fucking both of them together would have been quite a bit of fun. But he'd settle for his daughter for now, and though it was late, he still had a good hour left before they needed to get out of the house, to avoid traveling during the day.

"No!" Amy wanted to throw up after being shoved over her mother's dead body. The tears in her eyes flowed even more now, pushing herself up so she was at least sitting up, looking upon the body of her mother. The woman who birthed her, raised her.. the woman that had been murdered by her own husband. She looked up at the man, pain, anger, even hate in her eyes. Blood painted her body, her mother's, her own.. there were signs of bruises that were yet to come and the blood that smeared the inside of her thighs spoke for itself.

"I hate you... you're a terrible person.." She murmured to the man quietly, no look of remorse in her eyes for her sharp words. "You're going to spend the rest of your life in prison for this..."

Brad smiled down at the enraged and hateful little girl. "You think your Daddy, the star cop of the police force, is going to go to jail?" he asked somewhat sadistically, his hands resting down on his daughter's used, bloody body. "I don't think so." he grinned before roughly flipping her around. He had her positioned with her feet on the floor, her upper body bent over the bed and resting over her mother's. His hand slipped up to her hair, grasping it roughly as he forced her face down into the bloody sheets.

"Now what do you say? I think we should go one more time before we get out of here." he grinned widely, his cock still nice and hard as he pushed forward, sending it back into his daughter's bloody pussy, still dripping with the cum he left in her just minutes before.