Horror and Thriller Fiction posted March 19, 2010


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a parent's worst nightmare

Childhood Rape

by AlvinTEthington


not appropriate for pre-adolescents
The author has placed a warning on this post for violence.
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The author has placed a warning on this post for sexual content.
I was horrified at the sight I viewed. It was a parent's worst nightmare and I was helpless to do anything about it. I had been forced to strip naked. It was humiliating because my daughter had never seen me naked. My hands were tied together to the cross-beam in the kitchen of the A-frame chalet and my ankles were bound to a leg of the butcher-block kitchen table. My daughter's nude body was tied spread-eagle to that same table. Every time I tried to move my hands the rope became tighter and cut into my wrists. This sadist had obviously done this before. When I begged him not to do anything to my daughter, he put the cold blade of the chef's kitchen knife against my testicles and told me to shut up or I would lose my manhood. I became quiet. I knew I was going to see the rape of my eight-year-old daughter.

"Daddy, please help me!" Anne cried.

"Shut up, bitch," said the sadist. "It's going to be good to have my thick cock in your tight cunt."

"Don't talk like that to my daughter," I said, without thinking. I desperately wanted to protect her.

"You just don't follow orders very well, do you?" the sadist said. "I'm not afraid of anything; that's why I'm not wearing a mask. If they catch me, this will be my third felony conviction, and they'll either put me away for life or give me the death penalty. So I wanted to have a little fun before that; I have always wanted to fuck a virgin. I can be pretty sure your daughter, as young as she is, is one. But you and that fat mouth of yours keep getting in the way. I'm going to teach you a lesson."

He took the chef's knife and made a light cut in my bare chest from nipple to nipple. I hadn't had time to sharpen the knife after Anne and I arrived so the blade was dull. It hurt like hell.

"Daddy, you're bleeding!"

"Not as much as you will be when I stick my fat cock in your hole, bitch," said the sadist.



It was a cheerful Saturday morning. Jane had fixed up a breakfast of eggs, toast, and potatoes which we ate outside on the table of our Malibu home near the beach.

"Are you looking forward to your father/daughter weekend together in the mountains, Anne?" Jane asked.

"Oh yes, Mommy. Daddy said we might even take walks near the lake. I wonder what Big Bear Lake is like."

"It's shaped like a bear," I said.

"Really? That would be fun to see," Anne said.

"Well, you can only see the shape of the bear from the air," I said.

"We 're driving, right?" Anne said.

"Yes, and you'll be able to see miles below on the highway up to the mountains. Now finish the last of your breakfast and go pack. Since it's summer, it'll be warm, so remember your swimsuit."

Anne quickly ate her breakfast and went up to pack.

"You made all the arrangements? I'm sorry I was so busy at the studio this week."

"I'm a good wife. I take good care of my husband and little girl."

"What's the cabin like?"

"It's hardly a cabin. It's an A-frame chalet house with two bedrooms, a state of the art kitchen, and a large living room and a dining room with windows overlooking the lake."

"Are the bedrooms near each other in case Anne gets frightened during the night?"

"That's the one thing I couldn't find. But the top bedroom is an open loft, and you can leave the door open to the bedroom downstairs so you can hear Anne if she cries out."

"I so worry about her at night. She's been having those horrible nightmares."

"It's something all children go through. Remember, I was married before and had other children. It's perfectly normal for children her age. Children tell stories to scare each other, and some of the more gullible ones have nightmares. If this lasts a long time, we'll take her to your shrink friend you went to USC with."

"Okay, I suppose you're right."

"Now you go back and don't forget your pajamas. You never wear them in bed with me but you will have to up in the cabin with Anne."



Anne was quiet on the drive up. As we ascended into the mountains, she looked down on the basin floor and had amazement written on her face. Finally she spoke, "Look, Daddy, we can see for miles, and miles!"

"Yes, we can." I was growing tired from the difficult driving with the switchbacks and wasn't sure I was ready to buy groceries and cook tonight. "Honey, do you mind if we eat out tonight, and go to bed early?"

"Do they have a place for burgers and fries?"

"Yes, honey, of course."

"And can we go hiking early in the morning?"

"Sure, honey."



It was about nine o'clock at night. We had eaten in the dining room of a local pub and Anne and I were both tired. She went up to the loft to get ready for bed.

I went into the downstairs bedroom and changed into pajamas; they felt confining--I hadn't worn them for years. I thought about just putting on the bottoms, but I decided it would be better if I had to go to Anne if I were fully clothed in the pajamas.

"Daddy, I'm ready for bed."

"Be right up to tuck you in."

I buttoned up my pajamas and headed upstairs. By the time I arrive at the bed in the loft, Anne was sound asleep. I was grateful for that. When she was tired and fell asleep quickly, she slept as if nothing could disturb her. It was at those times that Jane and I could have sex.




I heard the crash of glass. I got out of bed and went to the dining room. A rock had been thrown through the windows and shattered a great deal of one of them. A shadowy male figure came through it.

"Take off your clothes," it said.

"No way," I said, "I'm calling the police."

He rapidly found the light switch, ran to the kitchen, and grabbed one of the knives out of the holding rack. He threw it at me, and it missed my head by an inch and was stuck in the wall behind me. My first thought was Oh my God, what if he hurts Anne?

I said, "What do you want?"

"You don't seem to know how to follow orders," the intruder said. "I won't miss next time. Now take off your clothes. All of them. I like humiliating people."

I did as I was told.

I hadn't noticed this before, but he had a knapsack with him. He produced rope and told me to come with him. I realized I couldn't afford to wake Anne up so I quietly followed his orders.

He led me into the kitchen. He took the rope and tied my wrists together to the cross beam of the A-frame chalet. It was high enough that my feet couldn't touch the floor. He also bound my ankles together tightly to a leg of the butcher-block table so I couldn't kick.

Please, God, don't let him do anything to Anne, I prayed.

"Well, I think I'll take a look around before I take care of you."

Take care of me? What did that mean?

I heard him ascend the stairs.

Oh my God, he'll find Anne.

He turned on switches as he explored the loft.

"Oh, here's a nice little girl. Wake up, bitch."

"Don't talk that way to my daughter."

"You don't seem to get it, do you?"

He came back to the kitchen and grabbed the chef's knife from the knife holder.

"Don't make me use this on you or your daughter."

"Daddy, what's going on? Who's down there with you?"

Oh my God, Anne was awake.

The intruder went back up the stairs. I didn't hear anything more for a few seconds; Anne must be too frightened to speak.

"Hello, little girl."

"Who are you? I want my daddy." Anne was crying now.

"You see this little teddy bear? The one you are sleeping with? This is what is going to happen to your daddy if you don't do exactly as I say."

I heard a blood-curdling scream.

"Now you don't want your daddy's head cut off, do you?"

There was quiet stillness.

"Take off your nightgown and come downstairs with me."

In the bright light of the kitchen I could see the intruder leading my naked daughter. Why hadn't the designer of the cabin put the windows in a place where people could see into the kitchen?

"What are you going to do to my daddy? Why is he naked?"

"Don't worry. Lie down on your back on the table with your legs spread."

"Daddy?"

I tried to speak but no words came out.

I saw Anne lie her small body on the table and the intruder tie her down.



After the cut was made in my chest, I realized I had to do something. I took the risk of speaking.

"If you want a tight hole, fuck me. I am totally straight and never have had anything inside me."

I would do anything for my daughter not to be raped.

"Well, as much fun as it would be to fuck up your daughter for life by her seeing the rape of her father by a man, I ain't no fag. You are going to watch me fuck your daughter."

He unbuckled his jeans and they dropped to his ankles. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock was quite thick and engorged.

He went over to Anne. He entered her dry. I wanted to look away but for some reason I could not. I wanted to kill this man. Anne was screaming and crying and there was blood all over the kitchen table from the breaking of her hymen.

"Tell me you like it, bitch."

Through her tears, she said, "Daddy, do I have to?"



I woke up in a cold sweat. I reached over to hold Jane, but she wasn't there. I looked down and saw I was wearing pajamas. Then I remembered Anne and I were at a cabin in Big Bear. I thought she had just been raped. Horrified, I went up to the loft to look in on her. She was sleeping soundly, holding her teddy bear. She must have heard me, because she woke up.

"Daddy, is everything all right?"

Hugging her tightly, I said, "Oh yes, honey, everything is all right. Daddy loves you."

"I love you, too, Daddy. I was sound asleep and not having one of those nightmares. Maybe they're gone."

"I hope so, honey, I sincerely hope so."




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