Last night...
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She remembered making tea. She had to hurry because her stepfather would be back soon. In a moment of inattention, she had poured boiling water over her fingers... She simply gritted her teeth, telling herself that she would take care of it before going to sleep. As she was arranging the tea tray, she heard the door open violently...
He was there.
Her stepfather was there...
Her hell was about to begin...
"Ava" she called as he entered the small house.
Ava's hands shook instantly and she grabbed the tray with a dry mouth. She left the kitchen in record time to come into the living room where her stepfather was slumped on the small sofa with his head hanging back.
"Did you bring my tea?"
"Yes, I did. Here it is."
"Good evening, darling." shouted his mother's voice as she entered the living room, using her cane.
Her stepfather grumbled a few words before suddenly raising his head, making the young woman recoil.
As long as she was invisible, the better for her...
Her stepfather grabbed the cup of tea and took a sip. Ava swallowed... It was scalding hot... The man dropped the cup and it crashed to the floor with a crash. Ava instantly lowered her eyes as all her hopes of not being noticed went up in smoke.
"You w***e, you're trying to kill me, aren't you?"
Her stepfather staggered off the sofa and the young woman saw him grab the old teapot and come dangerously close to her...
She saw red and her brain went on alert. In spite of herself, she took a step backwards as she watched in horror as he angrily removed the blanket from the teapot.
She closed her eyes, waiting for the worst, but at the critical moment she heard her mother's voice shouting at her husband...
"You're crazy, Matthiew. Do you want to kill her or what?"
...
Ava waited, but nothing happened. She half-opened her eyes and saw the man give her a nasty look before turning back with a heavy step and heading for the sofa. Ava felt relieved and so grateful to her mother that she wanted to run to her and hug her.
"She tried to kill me first, you old hag." replied the man, putting down the teapot and taking off his jacket.
"And you... What are you still doing here? Are you going to get him his lunch? "her mother ordered.
Relieved to be out of the living room for a few seconds, the young woman didn't hesitate and returned to the kitchen... She could hear them talking in the living room, but she still had fear in her veins and her heart, pounding in her eardrums, only let her hear bits and pieces of their conversation. She picked up the tray of food and returned to the living room, hoping to slip away quickly to go back to her room. As she entered, she could hear their conversation better...
"It's her birthday tomorrow, Matthiew... You seem to have forgotten?"
"And Shit... I forgot."
"And you so wanted to buy her that Dildo so you could enjoy her tomorrow night..."
Ava couldn't help but swallow in despair at her mother's words. She walked briskly over to her stepfather and handed him the tray, her heart beating even faster as tears welled up in her eyes...
"I still intend to do it... My dear." He said, giving the young woman a disgusted smile.
Ava swallowed and the man took the tray from her hands, touching her hands on purpose. He then set the tray down beside her and Ava, relieved, moved away from him. However, her stepfather didn't seem to have finished with her yet...
"Come and take off my boots. He said harshly.
The even more terrified young woman approached him and stooped down to take off her stinking boots.
As she took off the second pair of boots, the young woman felt the man bend over her and without her having time to guess what he was going to do, the man grabbed her bottom hard. The young woman gave a little cry and the man grabbed her hair.
"Sorry...Daddy. I'm sorry." she begged, moaning.
She hadn't done anything but... it was the only way she could try to calm him down. Even if it almost never worked... Terrified, she stood up and looked at her stepfather who was smiling perversely...
He was going to do it again.
He pushed her onto another sofa and, widening his smile, tore off the top of her dress...
"Look at those lovely t**s you've got..." Clamored the man with a perverse look...
"No, no, no..." The young woman begged, crying.
She wanted to resist but that would only make her fate worse... He grabbed her breasts with his filthy hands. At that moment, the young woman wondered which pain was hurting her more. The pain in her heart or the pain caused by her stepfather squeezing her breasts so tightly. She hiccupped as she felt him titillate the tips of her breasts, thinking he was giving her some kind of pleasure...
Then he tore off the bottom of her dress in a flash, including her panties in the process. She redoubled her cries, even more terrified... Too terrified to say a word to stop him. He grabbed one of her feet and threw it over his shoulder before putting one of his fingers in her mouth, moistening it...
"Not that...no, I beg you...not that". she shouted as she tried to free herself from his grip, forgetting that she might be making things worse for herself.
But... the man continues his work, inserting two fingers inside her with a satisfied smile. The young woman screams in pain... But the man's hand holding her foot comes to rest on her mouth. A bitter taste of alcohol, drugs and pills lodged in her mouth. Taking advantage of the release of her foot, the desperate young woman turns around abruptly, freeing her at last... She gets up from the sofa and is about to run away, but the man grabs her by the hair and forces her to kneel down. The young woman gave in and finally understood when she saw her father-in-law unzip his trousers. She closes her eyes, suddenly exhausted...
Completely weakened...
It wasn't long before she felt his member close to her lips. Crying silently, she finally gave in and sucked his soft member....
That wasn't the most horrible part of the story, the most horrible part was the misery he would inflict on her if he managed to get hard. And as soon as she started sucking him, she began praying that wouldn't happen.
And her wish came true, because after about twenty seconds, the man walked away from her...
"Tomorrow I'm going to give you a real surprise. I'm freeing you from your chores. Get ready for me tomorrow evening."
When her stepfather came up the steps with a heavy step, the young woman was finally able to breathe... She let herself sink to the floor, feeling dirty and desperate... She hiccupped and pulled her knees under her chin, trembling, before raising her gaze...
Towards her mother...
Everything she had just been through, her mother was watching... All the time, without intervening...
"It's not his fault, Ava. You've got nice t**s and a big ass... You heard him. Get ready for him tomorrow."
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