Nicholas placed a hand over her mouth, muffling any sound she might make, and pulled the shorts free of her legs. Nicholas attacked his daughter with the frenzy of a Kamikaze jet fighter. A hand cupped her vagina, roughly brushing against the short pubic hairs that guarded her entrance. The other palm kneaded her breasts alternately, pinching her nipples and teasing the areolas that she had always considered too small.
In spite of herself, Edwina felt the buds turn hard, watching with decreasing detachment as they turned darker in color.
The sign of arousal.
When a rape is in progress, the victim often tends to dissociate herself from the surroundings. Edwina watched the violation of her own body as one sees a movie, the actual trauma coming only at the end of the attack. In the case of Edwina, however, even as she attempted to remove herself from the scene mentally, Nicholas's experienced fingers pulled her back into the incident. A part of her told Edwina to defend herself by refusing to be turned on by his advances, but another part argued that she give in. She felt herself respond to her father's rough caresses as he replaced his hand with his mouth, taking in an entire breast hungrily. She allowed herself the pleasure that came with the depravity in the situation, of having her father enjoy her body without her consent.
Nicholas had his boxers peeled off before Edwina had even realized it, and he was on her before she could react. It took all her will power not to cry out when her father bit hard on her breast. Edwina felt her hands clench tighter as she felt her breasts being massaged by his lolling tongue. For a moment, she almost gave in to the moment and savored the touch of his hands all over the body, as he pried and prodded against her burning skin. The mind may object, but the body has tastes of its own.
Her hands went to the back of his head, pushing him deeper into her bosom. She clutched at his hair, pushing and pulling at the same time. She could feel his hard cock slapping against her hole, depositing on her folds the drops of what the pedestrians callprecum.
His finger was at the entrance. For a moment, the victim in her came to the fore again, wanting to push his hands away, but as soon as his index finger parted her lips. She knew she couldn't stop him?
Nicholas felt her body relax, as if she had finally started to enjoy the rape. In his inebriated condition, he couldn't distinguish whether her defenses had been finally worn down, or if she was just faking it. The adrenaline that was coursing through his body had lessened the effects of the alcohol, and somewhere within him, he felt a pang of guilt, of sorrow, as he realized that the woman lying below him, helpless and naked, was his own daughter. But the guilt passed immediately passed as his finger toyed with the wetness that her vagina oozed with.
He let his finger slip inside. This time, she genuinely moaned; shereallymoaned, his senses told him, misinterpreting it as a sign that she liked it. Thebodyof Edwina O'Malley enjoyed it, but theperson, or soul, of Edwina was turning away from it.
Half an hour ago, she had been happy, eager to share her day with her dad; a dad who was her only true friend, one she could bank on come hell or high water. Now she was underneath him, enjoying the entrance of his finger into her sex. She didn't know what hurt her more, her father's betrayal, or her own willingness to satiate his desires.
Nicholas could wait no more; he felt he had wasted enough and more time to try and make her feel good. It was obvious he could never get her to like it, and all his pent up frustrations were screaming for that final satisfaction, of shooting his seed into his girl. His cock was just at the entrance of her vagina again, glistening and engorged. Wordlessly, all thoughts of love driven out of his mind, Nicholas drew back, intending to slam her to the hilt with his organ.