Obsession

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Manning

"I forgot the sun screen and you know how I burn. I won't go out too far."

"I got the answer for that." He tells her as he reaches into a bag and pulls out a bottle. He doesn't take any notice when his daughter's face drops as she recognises it.

"Now take that thing off and Daddy will put some of this on you." He smiles.

"But, Daddy. I can do it my..." He cuts her off.

"What? And not allow Daddy to do it?" Kneeling on the blanket, he squirts some of the sun block into the palm of his hand. "Daddy likes doing things for his little girl. Especially as I haven't seen you for ages."

"I can do it for you if you rather lay down." Suggests his wife.

"No." He says sternly. "I will do it. You go and get yourself an ice-cream." He suggests.

"But I-I don't want..." Edith starts to say until she sees her husband looking at her.

"I-I'll be right back." She says instead as she gets up.

"Take your time." Shouts Manning after her. "Jane will look after me."...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

She watched her mother walk away. Edith looked even frumpier than usual, dressed in an "old lady" bathing suit and lace cover-all with that huge straw hat pulled down over her head. Jane sighed.

"Take that tee shirt off and get down here so daddy can put the sunscreen on you."

Jane looked down at her father who was sitting on the blanket waiting. Realizing there was no way to get out of this without causing a public scene, she knelt down and lifted the shirt over her head, careful to keep her back to him. She didn't want him seeing how much of her body the small suit revealed.

"Okay," he said. "Lay down and I'll do your back first."

First? She could reach everything on her front side. What was he talking about? Deciding she'd deal with that when the time came, Jane eased herself onto her stomach and rested her head on her arms.

"We don't want your tender skin getting burned, do we?"

Jane startled when she felt her father's hand on the middle of her back. "Ooh! That's cold!" she said quickly to cover up the fact that it was the memory of last night that made her flinch at his touch. She was really thinking "Hurry up and get this over with, please" but it didn't seem like he was in any kind of rush. Quite the opposite, in fact.

She tried to think about other things. Greg, for one. It had seemed so strange to kiss him after being blood brothers and best friends for so many years, but she'd liked it, too. Maybe if she pretended it was him smoothing the lotion over her back...

Jane closed her eyes when felt the hands move in a slow, deliberate trail up the middle of her back to her shoulders and upper arms before travelling back down along her sides to her waist. Each swath taking those hands lower and lower, they seemed only to stop long enough to add more sunscreen.

The heat of the sun beating down on her body and the cool creaminess of the lotion, lulled her into a sense of false security. She found herself moving sinuously against the hands that were applying the block to her skin. It really did feel good. This wasn't so bad after all. What could happen out here surrounded by literally hundreds of people?

Well, that was stupid to worry about, Jane admonished herself when she sensed her father suddenly moving away. Murmuring her appreciation, she shifted her body to get up. No harm, no foul.

"No, no, baby doll. I haven't done the backs of your legs yet."

"It's okay, daddy. I think that's good enough." Jane's heart quickened as her father drizzled lotion down the length of each of her legs.

 

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Manning

With his wife finally gone, Manning turns his attention to his daughter.

"Take that tee shirt off and get down here so daddy can put the sunscreen on you."

To his satisfaction, his daughter obeys. Turning her back on him as she kneels down and pulls off her shirt. His eyes falling appreciately on her plump bottom which is only partially hidden by the skimp bikini bottoms.

He feels his groin lurch.

"Okay," He tells her. "Lay down and I'll do your back first."

Again, his daughter obeys as she lays out on the blanket.

"We don't want your tender skin getting burned, do we?"

Skirting a liberal dose of the cream in his large palm, he rubs his hands together as he shuffles towards her.

"Ooh! That's cold!" He feels her jump as smears some of the cream on her back. But he says nothing as he runs his hands up and down, feeling the smooth flesh spread before his fingers as the work onto her shoulders. All the while, his eyes flickers to the sides of her soft globes that are peeking out from under her.

He can feel himself getting harder.

He stops and pours out more lotion.

Immediately, Jane moves as if to get up.

"No, no, baby doll. I haven't done the backs of your legs yet."

"It's okay, Daddy. I think that's good enough." His daughter tells him but he ignores her and again he sees her flinch as the cold cream comes in contact with her upper thigh.

Shuffling nearer, he slowly moves his hands down her calves, past her knee and downwards to her foot. He then does the same thing to her other leg. All the while, he examines her bum and her hips minutely. Licking his permanently dry lips as he takes in the sight.

Finally he stops.

"Almost done your back." He tells her. "There is a bit I have missed."

Scooting back up, he defly unties her bikini top.

"Daddy!!!? What are you doing???" He can feel the girl's body shift.

"It's alright." He says soothingly, his hands already applying fresh cream to area where the strap has been. "Just making sure you don't get burned."

Applying more pressure, he slides his hands higher so that his fingers brush her neck before he starts to massage her shoulders.

"Hmmm. You are tense." He tells her, his hands expertly kneeding the muscles under her skin. "Let Daddy make you feel better."

He hears her sigh. Or is it a groan?

Manning continues, slowly dipping his hands down around the armpits, before moving back up again. With each sweep, his fingers get nearer and nearer to her swelling breasts...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

When her father let loose the tie on her bikini Jane squeezed her eyes shut, trying to concentrate on anything and everything besides her father's meaty hands kneading her shoulders and back. When they rounded her sides, his fingers were so close to her breasts that she stiffened in panic, remembering how he had gripped them the night before.

"Relax, baby girl."

"I am, daddy. That should about do it though, don't you think?" She was struggling to maintain her composure now, fighting back the feeling of dread that was beginning to overwhelm her. Nothing could happen in a public place, right? He wouldn't...

Before she could complete the thought, her father had moved again, this time straddling the tops of her thighs. "Daddy?"

Her voice, no more than a whisper, Jane started to raise herself, but stopped knowing that if she did, her top would fall completely off. She was trapped! What is he doing? Why? Please. Make him go away. Think of something else! Think of Greg!

"Shhh, honey girl. Let daddy help you to relax."

 

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Manning

"Shhh, honey girl. Let Daddy help you to relax." He tells her as he feels her settle down again. "Trust me. You will like this."

His eyes on the large swelling of her breast flesh as they peek out from under her body, he sweeps his hands down. His thick fingers slicing into the soft flesh on their journey downward. Stopping, he moves his hands up, again his fingers catching the side of her breasts.

He feels her shiver.

"You like that?" He asks.

The girl doesn't answer. He takes it as a 'yes'. He repeats the action a few more times, enjoying seeing her react.

Eventually, he stops and instead moves his hands down to her lovely, soft rump...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

What is he doing? Think of Greg. Think of anything but...

Jane squirmed uneasily, jumping as his fingers manipulated the soft sides of her breasts that spilled out from beneath her body. But that wasn't the worst of it. Far from it, in fact. The worst was that every time he leaned forward, she could feel... well... No. Think of something else! Where was her mother? Why was she taking so long to come back?

She had never been with a man, but she recognized the stiffness of what could only be an erection whenever her father leaned forward. There was something very nasty about it. Something disgusting. It made her stomach churn. It made her...

"I think that's good enough now, daddy. I think I'd like to go swim now."

It seemed for a moment that he was going to let her get up when he leaned back a bit. She started to move, but instead found herself frozen in position. He had moved, yes, but only to place his hands on her ass! What the hell! He was groping her ass! Get up! You have to get up!!

Jane wriggled her body as she tried once again to remove herself from beneath her father and away from his hands. Fathers aren't supposed to do this to their daughters! Why? Why?

She wanted to throw up. She wanted to scream. She... Jane held her breath, becoming more and more disgusted with each squeeze of her father's hands. She was... reacting. God, how she wished she had never come home.

 

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Manning

"I think that's good enough now, daddy. I think I'd like to go swim now."

He feels her try to get up but he keeps her down, his hands now massaging her lovely ass.

God! She is soft. So much rounder than her mom's!

"Please, Daddy. Can I go now?" He ignores the fact that is daughter is almost crying.

"Shhh. Relax, sweetheart." He slowly lifts up his hips, enough so he can slide a hand in between their bodies. "You know what your problem is? You are far too tense."

He feels the girl stiffen as his hand slides in between her legs.

"Kids your age should be having fun. Not be stressed."

A fat finger worms in between the bikini bottoms and her skin.

"Daddy...please."

"Shhhh! Don't make a scene. Not here." He warns her, his finger sliding in further, towards her groin. "Daddy only wants to make you feel better."...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Jane stiffened as her father's finger slid beneath the gusset of her bathing suit bottom. "Please," she whispered. "Don't... " But it seemed as though her words fell on deaf ears, or maybe he just couldn't hear her.

Why? Why was he doing this? It was so wrong! Irregardless of whether anyone could see what he was doing, Jane felt her face go scarlet with shame. What if they could see? Why couldn't she stop this? She gasped as his finger slipped between the folds of her most private of places.

She struggled to move away without causing a scene, but that only seemed to enable his finger to go further. He was pressing harder. Deeper. Mom, where are you? Someone. Anyone. Please? What had she done to make him do these things? Why?

Unable to stop the bile rising in her throat, Jane began to vomit. God how she wished she was dead.

 

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Manning

"Manning?" The voice catches him by surprise and he quickly pulls his hand away while keeping his semi erection hidden.

"Gary! Didn't know you come down to the beach." He says as he watches Jane scrambling up and dashing for the sea.

"Yeah. Me and Laura come down quite a lot. Is that your daughter? Jane isn't it?"

"Yeah."

"She's sure grown up. How old is she?"

"Eighteen." Answers Manning as he fixes Gary with a dirty look (while he isn't looking).

"Kids. They grow up so fast. Edith! Hi!"

Manning sees his wife coming towards them and flashes Gary a smile.

"You look great." Gary grins. "Have you lost weight.

Manning doesn't like how Edith giggles.

Fucking charmer! Who does he fucking think he is???

"Fancy having a beer?" He asks Gary.

"I would love to, Manning, but I only came down here for a quick swim before heading off to see Laura's folks." He pulls a funny face when he says 'folks' which invokes another chuckle from Edith.

So that's why you are wearing trunks and is all wet? I would never have guessed/

"Something other time then." Says Manning.

Gary is hardly gone before he starts to lay into Edith.

"You haven't changed have you?"

"What do you mean?" A confused Edith asks.

"You and other men." He says with a scowl. "They only have to say a word to you and you giggle like a school girl."

"I-I don't."

"And the way you laughed at his jokes. Christ, you are a fucking trollop!".

"P-please don't call me that."

He watches her flinch as he stares. Already he can feel that familiar sensation in the pit of his stomach as he continues to bully her.

"Why not? It's true isn't it? I bet if I wasn't here, you would have had him in between your legs - even with everyone watching."

"P-please.."

"Fucking tramp!"

He watches her as she bursts into tears before laying back to soak in the sun...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Jane was mortified at having gotten sick in front of her father's workmate, but even more horrified at the fact that he might have seen what daddy was doing -- where he had his hand. That and the fact that she'd forgotten he had untied her top. Her breasts had all but tumbled free of the flimsy material as she'd stood.

Wrapping her arms around herself, she'd made a desperately headlong dash for cover in the water. Please don't let anyone see! Please!

Once there, Jane submerged herself and turned her back to shore, swimming out as far as she could without drawing the attention of the lifeguards. Finally satisfied that no one was close enough to observe what she was doing, Jane let the tears stream down her face unchecked as she pushed her now buoyant breasts back into the cups and tied the string tightly, adding an extra knot for "just in case".

What had happened to her regular world? The one where she was safely entrenched in her studies and her books. The one where fathers didn't grope their daughters or treat their wives like garbage. Jane didn't know how to make it all go away. She didn't even know how or if she could stop it from going further. Maybe she should just drown herself. Maybe...

 

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Manning

Manning sleeps the rest of the afternoon away, much to his annoyance. Particularly because when he does wake up, he feels the telltale tingling sensation on his face and body.

"Christ, Edith! Why didn't you wake me?" He grumbles. "Now I'm gonna get burnt."

Turning over, he sees his wife safely sheltered under the umbrella.

"I'm sorry, dear. I did try but you just wouldn't wake up." She replies, apologetically.

"Yeah. Right." He growls as he gets to his feet as he checks the time. "Anyway, time we headed off. If we leave now, we will miss the traffic going back."

He pauses as he looks around him.

"Say. Where's Jane?"...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Jane glanced occasionally toward the blanket where her parents -- her father -- sat, dreading the thought that she would have to get out of the water sooner or later. Her fingers were already "prunish" and despite the sweltering heat of the day, the water was quite cold. At least her shivering, if anyone noticed, would only seem to be from its chill rather than from her earlier encounter with her father.

"Hey, lady. Look what I found."

Startled from her reverie by the sound of an excited voice, Jane turned to see a small boy bobbing near her in a pair of bright orange swimmies and a snorkel mask. With a mischievous grin, he held out a crab, long dead by the look of it. Somehow she doubted that it had ever been alive in this water -- more likely the remains of someone's picnic lunch.

"Eek!" she screeched, gasping in mock shock, much to the child's delight. "Don't let it bite me!"

Letting out a sudden growl, she grabbed it from him to turn the tables. On closer inspection, and much to her chagrin, Jane realized that it wasn't a real crab at all, just a rubber toy. Damn, they made things awful realistic nowadays. But the chase was on -- he was swimming away furiously with her right behind, all the way to the water's edge.

Relieved to have a distraction from today's unspeakable events, Jane and Sammy (that was his name, he told her) played together for what seemed like hours, building sand castles and talking about "stuff" -- mostly boy stuff, but she'd always been a tomboy of sorts, so she chimed right in with her own adventures. Before the afternoon was over, she had been asked by his parents if she would consider a job as "mother's helper". Jane knew she'd have to ask her own parents, but she really did need a job doing something. If only to get out of the house.

"There you are, Jane."

Jane looked up to see her mother standing nervously in front of her holding a towel. "Daddy is ready to go. Hurry now. Please?"

Not wanting to cause a scene, she merely nodded and stood, ruffling Sammy's hair. "I'll see you soon, boyo. K?"

He nodded and ran toward his mother, who smiled at her and waved a piece of paper. "Our phone number, " she said. "I do hope you will accept our offer."

"You must be Jane's mother," the woman added. "Fran Colantonio. Your Jane is wonderful with children. You must be very proud. I've asked her to help me a few days a week with Sammy here. I hope you don't mind."

Edith smiled wanly, but her eyes had nervously flitted toward the blanket where her husband sat glaring. "Yes, well. She's a good girl. We'll... see... Thank you."

"I'll be sure to call, Mrs. Colantonio. I will." The last was said almost defiantly, as if she dared her mother to contradict. Truth of the matter was, it had nothing to do with mom at all. Everything seemed to hinge on daddy.

"Come on, mom" Jane said as she linked her hand through her mother's arm, leading them away. Back toward him. If she told Edith what had happened, would she believe? Would she take her side? Somehow Jane didn't think so. She sighed, suddenly feeling quite alone and very frightened.

 

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Manning

The drive home is quiet with Manning still fuming at what has happened at the beach.

Once inside the house, his daughter runs upstairs while Manning pulls his wife to one side.

"Find that woman's phone number and call her. I don't want Jane looking after her brat - you got me?" He says harshly.

"Y-yes, dear." Stammers Edith and he lets her go.

Taking a can out of the fridge, Manning picks up the paper and storms into the other room as his wife carries out the tasks of looking up Mrs Colantonio's number and phoning her.

A little later, Edith comes in to the living room and tells her husband she has done it.

Manning just grunts...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Safely ensconced in the sanctuary of her bedroom, Jane locked the door and slowly undressed in preparation for a shower. She needed to wash off the sand that had stuck to her while she played with Sammy and even more, the lingering feel of her father's hands on her body. She just didn't understand what was happening -- maybe she just didn't want to.

Slipping on her robe and a grabbing a towel, Jane listened at the door for any signs that would tell her where her parents -- especially her father -- were at the moment. Not hearing anything close and noting that the only audible sound from downstairs seemed to be coming from the television set, Jane stepped into the hall and made a mad dash for the bathroom. Christ! she thought, hands shaking as she closed and locked the door behind herself and leaned against it.

Jane longed for the sameness, routine and safety of St. Xavier's. She'd been hurt and angry when her mother had decided she should go away to boarding school five years ago, but it had become "home" in a more stable sense than her true home had ever been. So much so that she'd almost forgotten what it had been like to actually live here.

Hanging her robe on the hook behind the door, she turned the water on as hot as she could stand and stepped under the flow. Soaping up, she scrubbed and scoured her skin until it was sore, all the time wishing that last night and today were just part of a bad dream.

Dream nothing, it was a nightmare! At least when she'd get some sort of reprieve when she went to work for Mrs. Colantonio. She couldn't wait. If her parents were out of earshot, she planned to phone her as soon as she went downstairs.

Repeating the same procedure she had to get to the bathroom and her shower, Jane raced back to her room to dry off and dress. Despite the heat of the day, she donned bulky, loose sweats and a top to match. She wasn't going to give daddy anything to look at or want to touch again.

 

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Manning

The sound of the board creaking on the first step of the stairs tells him that his daughter is in the hall behind him.

"There you are, Jane. Come and sit down." He shouts out and he waits he hears his daughter come into the living and takes her seat on the large sofa on the far side of the room.

Without looking from the telly, he tells her to come and sit next to him. Using a tone which gives the young girl little choicem she is soon sitting with him on the two-seater sofa.

Nothing is said for an hour or so. Not until Edith gets up and tells her husband she is going to bed.

Manning looks at his watch.

"Jane and I will stay down here a little longer." And his wife is gone.

"Daddy. I think it's time I go to bed too." Jane says as she starts to get up. A hand on her shoulder stops her.

"What? Already?" He laughs as he takes his hand away. "You don't have to go this early. I'm sure you didn't when you were at the school. Besides, your daddy has missed you."

He gives her a lingering pat on her leg before reaching for the remote control.

"Now let's see what's in the box."

He flicks through all the channels until he gets to one where it asks him for a pin number. Using the remote, he types it in and a message appears on the screen:

You have selected The Awakening of a Young School Virgin. The programme has been running for 35 minutes. Please click on OK to proceed or press EXIT to cancel.

He presses the OK button.

The screen changes to showing a young school girl standing in front of what looks to be the school's headmaster.

"This is better." Says Manning as he leans back. "I'm glad your mother has gone to bed. She never approves of watching such films." He says, giving her a conspiracial wink.

"Miss Peel. It distresses me that you have been brought to me like this. Do you know the penalty of the crime you have committed? Do you realise the seriousness of it?" The headmaster asks.

"Y-yes, sir." Says the school girl.

The man gets up.

"I don't think you do." He says, as he reaches for his cane.

"D-daddy. I really think I should go to bed." Says his daughter and again she starts to get up.

"Rubbish. It just means you will get up a little later tomorrow. Now watch the film."...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Jane sat with her back straight as a board, her arms wrapped tightly around her body and her legs pressed so tightly together that it would have taken the Jaws of Life to pry them apart. I don't want to be here. I don't want to watch this. I just want to be left alone. The words wove themselves through the miasma of thoughts swirling around in her head. If she believed her father was a threat before, she knew it now without a doubt. But what to do? How to get away?

"Open your eyes and watch the movie!"

Daddy's voice made her jump almost out of her skin. She didn't even realize that she had closed them. "Sorry. I'm just tired is all," she said quietly, hoping he would relent and let her go to bed. That, however, wasn't to be. Her father's firm grip on her upper thigh holding her in place, Jane struggled to remain seated as she watched the scene on the television slowly unfold like some dark omen of what was in store for herself.

The school girl's eyes went wide at the sight of the Headmaster brandishing his cane, flinching at the sound of it whistling through the air only to stop an inch short of her skin.

"Please, Sir. Please. I promise not to... "

"No need to promise anything, Miss Peel," the Headmaster snarled in a voice that sounded not unlike Jane's father's. "We both know that you will not do it again, but I also know something that you do not."

The girl looked at the Headmaster with pleading in her eyes and tears running down her cheeks as he slowly ran the cane up the outside of her leg, lifting her skirt with its tip. "Please?" she whispered, trying to hold it down only to get her knuckles rapped.

His eyes gleamed when she cried out and tried to bury her hand beneath her arm as if that would keep her from being hit again.

"Please, Sir. I'll do anything! Please!"

"Indeed you will, Miss Peel," his voice a low, menacing growl. "Indeed. You. Will." The cane was on the girl's shoulder and he was pushing her down to her knees, harder with each word.

Jane's stomach was twisted into a maze of knots as she watched spellbound. Why did daddy want her to watch this? It was dis...

"It's going to get good now, Janey. Pay attention... "

The Headmaster was grinning down at the school girl who was looking up at his face like some sort of martyr as he fumbled with the buttons on his trousers. "Have you ever seen a man, Miss Peel? A real man?"

"Please, Sir. I... " Her eyes widened as he pulled out his thick, very erect cock and displayed it proudly.

"Yessss, Miss Peel" the Headmaster hissed. "Beg for it, my dear girl. You see, I am not the ogre you might think I am. I am offering you a reprieve." He brushed the bulbous purple head of his cock against her mouth and whispered. "Suck me, child. Suck me or take the caning and know you will be expelled instantaneousy."

Jane felt the bile rise in her throat as the girl gave a low whine and began to part her lips. This was absolutely repulsive. She wasn't going to sit here another minute. Girding herself to make a dash for her bedroom, Jane was suddenly frozen in place by her father's voice. "Have you?" he asked. "Have you ever seen a man?"

 

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Manning

As the film progresses, Manning's attention is more on his daughter rather than what is on the screen. Telling her to open her eyes when he sees her trying not to watch whilst his hand returning to her thigh to ensure that she does not move.

Nice and firm. Not like her mother's He thinks to himself.

The film continues and he glances over to see her looking at the TV with open eyes, especially when the Headmaster reveals his erection to his young student.

He sees that her face is now as white as a sheet though her eyes are locked on what is happening on the screen.

"Have you?" He asks her out of the blue.

She looks at him in confusion.

"Have you ever seen a man?"

There is a pause.

Has she then?

"N-noo, Daddy." And he smiles at her look of horror. "I haven't."

Not even that boy I saw you kissing earlier...? He is almost tempted to say.

"But you would like to, wouldn't you? A young healthy girl like you would sure like to see what a man can offer you."

Instead of that kid. He adds.

"Daddy..." She starts, looking paler than ever.

"It's okay, child. I was your age once. I remember what it feels like to have those hormones running riot inside you like that. In my day, I would have fucked anything that moved."

His daughter opens her mouth in shock before something on the television catches her attention.

Looking round, he sees that the Headmaster is forcing the girl front first over his desk, her skirt raised as he rips at her little panties.

"I like this bit." He tells his daughter.

"Please, sir. I'm a virgin."

"Not for much longer, girl." Sneers her superior as the garment gives way, leaving her cute bottom open to his attack...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Despite her horror at what her father had said and being forced to watch the movie with him, Jane found her eyes riveted to the screen. She'd seen a flaccid penis in her Sexuality classes but had never seen an erection and the Headmaster's fascinated her. It was so big and it was as red and angry looking as...

Jane glanced at her father, hoping he wouldn't notice. He did, however. Daddy wasn't watching the film at all. He was staring at her. At least at that moment.

"Watch!" he commanded and this time, Jane didn't hesitate to obey.

Bending the girl over his desk, the Headmaster had ripped away her panties, baring her ass while she struggled. "Yesss... " he hissed in that cold, cruel voice that so resembled Daddy's of late.

The Headmaster moved closer, using his knee to wedge Miss Peel's legs further apart as he rubbed the bulbous head of his penis between her ass cheeks and lower.

"Please, Sir... Please!"

The girl continued to struggle until he seemed to find the place he'd been searching for. His eyes seemed to roll back in his head as he gave a powerful lunge and the girl screamed out, his penis disappearing completely between her legs.

Jane gasped softly, echoing the girl's blood curdling shriek that had set her short hairs on end. She wanted to get up and run, but Daddy's hand was gripping her thigh so tightly that it hurt.

"Please, daddy... I... " She couldn't take her eyes off the screen but she feared seeing what was in her father's eyes far more than she did seeing what was happening to the girl. Why was he doing this? Why??

 

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Manning

The minutes tick by and on the television, the girl's screams have turned to moans and the Headmaster continues to plunge into her.

Looking at his daughter, he sees her wide eyes fixed firmly on the screen as she watches the older man rhythmically take the young girl, the sound of slapping flesh becoming more audiable as his thrusts gets stronger.

After another 5 minutes, the Headmaster pulls himself out and starts to spurt onto the gasping pupil's back.

"See? That's wasn't so bad was it, girl." He tells her smugly as he zips himself up. "Now I have to go see Mrs Smyter. I expect you to be gone by the time I get back."

The man exits the room, leaving the girl still lying on the desk.

Manning looks back at Jane who is now sitting quietly as she watches the film.

"She's enjoying this." He thinks to himself.

The door to the Headmaster's office opens and a large, elderly black man enters. Hungrily he looks at the girl on the desk as he locks the door....

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Jane visibly relaxed when the Headmaster left with instructions for the girl to leave. It was over at last. Daddy would let her go to her room now... But it wasn't over after all. In fact, it now seemed as though it was only just beginning. She stifled a cry as another man entered the office.

"Well, well, well... " His voice was deep and husky, his eyes travelling over the shocked girl's body as he slowly approached.

"I... he... Please. It isn't what it looks like. The Headmaster... I... " The girl was once again in tears as she mistakenly thought this man was going to help. Until she noticed what he was doing...

The old man had unzipped as he approached, pulling out his cock as he walked. He stood in front of her now, the tip glistening with precum, its head deep purple in contrast to the dark brown-black of its shaft.

She tried to edge away, but found herself backed against the desk. "Please," she begged. "Don't do this!"

"Oh, yes... You will please me. Very much, little Miss" he assured her, grabbing her and stepping between her legs. She tried to struggle, but he was far stronger than he appeared, holding her down while he rubbed his erection between her legs.

Jane was mesmerized. If the Headmaster's had been large, this one was even bigger. He was sure to tear the girl in two!

She almost jumped out of her skin when Daddy's hand began to move higher on her thigh. What is he doing? She turned to face him, gathering up the nerve to ask him to stop, but was struck speechless when her eyes fell on Daddy's hand moving slowly over an obvious bulge in his trousers.

God!! Is this what he wanted? Is that what he was going to do to her?? Jane froze stiff. Daddy had noticed where she was looking!

 

[Tibxo]

Manning

He watches her as she stares at him, or rather at his crotch. The fact that his "innocent" young daughter is looking at what he has to offer a woman (even if it is covered) causes the tent to achieve larger proportions.

A loud cry from the direction of the television causes her to look back at the screen, her eyes wide as she watches the events which he knows from past experience is the janitor roughly taking the young girl over the headmaster's desk.

She then quickly returns her attention to his stroking hand, watching him spellbound as he slowly rubs himself through his pants.

Knowing that he has her undivided attention for the time being at least, he slowly, carefully starts to undo first his belt and then the top of his pants. All the while, the two of them can hear the cries of the schoolgirl as she is expertly fucked...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Jane watched in horror as her father lowered his fly and his boxer-covered erection sprang up, now semi-free, at least from the restriction of his trousers. There was an almost malevolent glint in his eyes as his mouth twisted into a feral, predatory grin, his teeth looking suddenly like fangs.

Gauging the distance between where they sat and the sanctuary of her bedroom, Jane wondered if she could make it there before he caught up with her. It seemed as though he read her mind, gripping her arm painfully just as she readied to bolt, he held her in place as he slipped a thumb under the waistband of his unders to lower them completely.

She jumped as his penis jolted upright, bobbing obscenely as if to celebrate its freedom now that nothing held it back. "Much better. Don't you agree, Jane?"

Unable to move, she watched Daddy begin to stroke. Up and down. Up and down. Without looking at his face, she could sense his eyes burning into her as he watched for a reaction. What did he want her to do? What did he want her to say? "Oh, yeah. Great penis, dad?" Jane wished she was dead.

It was as red and angry looking as his face and she could feel the bile rising from her stomach, the telltale burning in her throat as she swallowed hard, struggling not to vomit. "Please... " she finally managed. "Please let me... "

"Why of course."

Thinking that he had come to his senses, Jane started to stand up only to find that his grip on her arm had tightened and he was guiding her hand closer... closer... Jane clenched her fist, girding herself for the worst. She wouldn't touch it. She wouldn't!!

"Is this what you want me to let you do?"

 

[Tibxo]

Manning

He watches her face closely, clearly seeing the fear etched on her young face, as he pulls her clenched fist towards his pulsing shaft.

"Is this what you want me to let you do?" He teases, bringing her hand to a hairbreath from his helmet and stopping.

"Daddy, pleasseee.." She begs as she continues to squirm in his grasp.

A cry from the screen tells him that the young girl is forced to change positions.

"Or would you rather be fucked like that?" He asks, indicating to the image of where the young school girl is in the process of mounting the janitor's large endowment.

"Daddy...Why...?" His daughter is crying now as she continues to struggle.

"What do you prefer?" He says, cutting her off. "An old black bastard fucking you or your own father?"

He laughs as he suddenly lets her go, allowing Jane to fall backwards before scrambling to her feet. Sobbing wildly, she bolts for the stairs.

Manning makes no move to follow. Instead, he turns his attention to the television as he watches the girl being roughly fucked.

"Yeeeahhh!! That's it, nigger! Fuck my young white bitch of a daughter! Get her fucking pregnant!" He cackles as he rubs his hand up and down his own tool.

"Ted? W-what are you doing?"

The voice to his left causes him to pause. Looking round, he sees his wife standing at the doorway. For a split second, he feels a flicker of anger and a desire to hit her. Then another idea strikes him.

"Come here!" He commands.

"Ted...?" Although Edith's eyes show confusion, she does as she is told. But it isn't fast enough. Impatiently, Manning grabs her and pulls her to him.

Before Edith can protest, his mouth is on hers, his hands tearing at her clothing.

"Ted...no...please." She gasps as their lips part. "Not here....Jane will hear."

Manning grins as he recognises the same look in his wife's eyes as he had seen earlier in his daughter's.

"Who gives a fuck!" He growls as he swings her so that her back is to him. Then forcing her forward, he rips at the last barrier before he positions himself.

Thoughout the house, Edith's cries can be heard as her husband roughly takes her...

 

[Maid of Marvels]

Slamming her bedroom door, Jane's hands shook as she turned the lock and pushed a bureau in front of it. It wouldn't stop Daddy, but it would slow him down -- and maybe give her a chance to think. Retreating to a corner of her room, she slid down the wall and cowered there, trying to block out the sound of her mother's screams from downstairs. That poor woman!

After a while, the noises from downstairs faded away and Jane's hiccuping sobs began to dissipate, her fear slowly replaced by a simmering anger and resentment. Not for her father and what he had done but for her mother. Mothers were supposed to keep their children safe. She had to know what daddy was doing -- How could she not? And why was she allowing it to happen??

Then again, maybe she had tried. Sending her off to St. Xavier's might have been an effort to keep daddy at bay, though Jane had always thought she'd been sent away because of some misplaced jealousy on her mother's part. Maybe. Maybe not. It didn't much matter now as those halcyon years were rapidly dissolving into a mere memory in the short time since she'd come back home.

As to her father, maybe some sort of intervention. A psychiatrist? What had happened to him? What had happened to the man who always showed her so much affection? "Come sit on my lap, Janey. You know you're daddy's precious little doll baby." All she seemed to remember of those days was the sour look on her mother's face as she climbed up and snuggled in to the safety of her daddy's arms.

Physically and mentally exhausted, Jane curled up into a ball, the coolness of the floor helping to assuage the pounding in her head. Her last thoughts conscious thoughts before drifting into a fitful sleep were of how to get away. She had to get away...

 

[Tibxo]

Manning

In the middle of the night, Manning lays on his back in the bed as he stares into the darkness. His mind full of the incident with his daughter that had happened that evening.

He can feel his erection getting harder and larger as he recalls the way she looked at it.

She had wanted me! Despite what she said!

He groans to himself as he takes his rigid stalk into his hand.

For a moment, he looks towards his wife who is sleeping next to him. Despite the hard shafting he had given her earlier, he had not been not satisfied. All he could think about at the time was Jane.

That is still all he can think about.

He groans as he pictures her, over that headmaster's desk. Ready to be fucked by her daddy...