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Daddy the Minister [Extreme, Young, Incest, Rape]
Greetings everyone. Well since there seems to be a glitch in the system that does not allow me to post any stories on the main story site I figured I may as well post what I write here. Couldnt hurt I suppose.
Anyway, this is my very first story so I hope it doesnt suck. It is total fiction and no part of it is true. If you would be offended by religous references, incest or the rape of a young girl please done even bother to read this. I want constructive feedback on my writing and not just put downs for my content.
So without further babbling from the author here is my story....
Samantha grew up in a very religious home thanks to her father, Christopher. Ever since her mother died at an early age her father has devoted himself to the cloth and became a minister. In his mind no one could ever replace his late wife, and to fill his void for her filled his heart with the love of God. Samantha never knew her mother since she died when she was only two years old. So the life that she lived with her father didn't seem so strange. She was enrolled in a Catholic school as soon as she turned of school age grew up in a strictly religious environment. Samantha practically grew up in the church. Since she had no mother she was incredibly close with her father, and since her father was so protective of her she grew very close to him. Also, since Samantha was raised in a strict religious home she was a very sheltered child.
For ten years Christopher was one of the ministers at a large church in their town. But as you can probably imagine, to follow in the path of the lord does not pay too well. When Samantha was only eight years old there was a shortage of ministers at the church, but Christopher stepped up and agreed to become the head minister and was now charged with the job of running the church. Luckily for Christopher and his daughter this new position relocated them into a small apartment located on the second floor of the church. Sure it was small, but now they didnít have to worry about money, and Christopher was now closer to the church he was charged with. Samantha didnít mind the move at all. She had practically grown up in that church, playing there often, and spending time with her father while he worked. It had been like a second home to her, and now it really was her home and she couldnít be happier.
Samantha was now twelve years old, and she had no idea what things such as sex were. In her world babies came from God, not from procreation. She was blinded by her upbringing; her only friends were God and her father. But she was happy. Little did this frail naive girl know that darkness was looming around every corner. Even after ten years her father grieved the death of his wife. No one knew but Christopher was a heavy drinker. At night he would dive into a bottle of whiskey or vodka or whatever he had lying around. In his heart he never got over the death of Samantha's mother and had been drinking his pain away for ten years. Samantha never knew.
Samantha was used to her father being down in the church office late. He told her it was paperwork, church things, but he was really hitting the bottle and trying to drown out the memories of his wife. This night was particularly bad; this night was the tenth anniversary of the day his wife died. Christopher sat on the front pew of his church in his ministerís robes, holding a glass of alcohol in his hand and sipping it greedily as he stared up the crucifix on the wall with resentment in his heart. He stared off at the alter blankly with his mind somewhere else; he didnít even hear Samantha enter the large congregation area.
Samantha had left her bed and come down to look for her father; she had a bad dream and was too scared to be in bed right now. When Christopher looked up at the figure walking along the alter toward him his heart sank. Through the blur of the alcohol he saw his wife, walking toward him. Her long red hair and shapely figure seemed to dance before his eyes. But as the figure got closer he realized that it was his daughter and realized that she looked so much like her mother. He didnít understand why he never saw it before but Samantha had her motherís fiery red hair, her milky white skin, and her beautiful green eyes. Something inside of Christopher snapped and evil thoughts began to flood his mind.
"Daddy I had a bad dream." Samantha said in her innocent childís voice. She was only wearing a simple pink nighty and a pair of cotton white panties. "Awww baby, come here and Daddy and will make it all better." He said to her trying to slur too much and patting his knee. Samantha climbed up onto her fathers lap, her legs were draped around her fatherís knees and her back was against his chest. Christopher wrapped his arms around his daughter and held her close, taking in her feel and scent. All this time he thought no other human being could take the place of his wife, that is until now.
Christopherís hands stroked his twelve-year-old daughters stomach. "Daddy loves you so much baby girl." He whispered in her ear, his hand slowly working its way up to her chest. "I love you too daddy." She said, a little unsure about his wandering hand by this point. Christopherís other hand had found its way to the bottom hem of Samantha's nighty. He began to inch it up her thighs and slowly exposed her cotton white panties. "Daddy what are you doing?" She asked, her voice a little shaky with confusion. "Daddy wants to show you how much he loves you baby." He slurred in her ear as he pulled her nighty up over her head exposing her slightly budding breasts and little pink nipples.
He gently cupped his hands around her tiny breasts and felt their warmth in his palms. "Take off your panties baby girl." He slurred to her sliding her off his lap and turning her to face him. "Daddy this doesnít feel right. I think I want to go back to bed." She whimpered trying to turn from him. Then Christopher showed Samantha something she had never known him to do, anger. He got up and gripped the girlís shoulders and shoved her backwards so she was now the one sitting on the cold wooden pew. "Just as I am obedient to our God, you will obedient to me!" He snapped at her, ripping her panties from her hips and throwing them carelessly aside.
Samantha had a look of terror in her eyes. For the first I'm in her life her father scared her. But for Christopher this was an intoxicating experience. He looked over his daughters twelve year old form. She was still very small, her breasts barely even started budding and only a hint of hair seemed to be sprouting from between her legs. She was such a beautiful innocence. And innocence he needed more than anything right now, and he was going to have no matter what. Christopher stripped from his robes and stood naked before his trembling daughter.
His daughters eyes went wide when her father turned to face her, his cock pointing straight out at her. Christopher was a fairly well endowed man at over seven inches long and rather thick. "No show your daddy how much he loves you baby girl." He commanded her the stench of alcohol on his breath. And without another word of protest from Samantha he grabbed his daughterís hair and pressed his fully erect dick against her lips. She tried to turn away but he gripped her hair tighter causing her to yelp in pain giving him the opportunity to shove his hard member deep into her throat.
Samantha gagged as he forced his dick into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Tears welled up in her terrified eyes as she tried to breathe around her fathers massive dick lodged in her mouth. Her tiny mouth felt like it was being stretched to the limit, she was afraid the skin on the sides of her lips might tear as her father began to slide himself in and out of her mouth. He went slowly at first but soon he was so filled with desire he started to fuck her mouth harder, completely forgetting that this was his own daughter.
Christopher had lost all control. He was drunk from the alcohol and intoxicated with lust. This was no long about his wife or his daughter, this only about power and desire now. He no longer cared that his wife wasnít there anymore; he no longer saw the thing that he pumped himself in and out of as his daughter. He had had a taste and now he needed more. He had completely snapped.
With a pop Christopher pulled himself from Samanthaís mouth, the girl coughed uncontrollably trying to catch her breath. She layed across the pew gasping for air, her mouth throbbing and throat scratchy from being abused. Tears were now flowing freely down Samanthaís face. But that was far from the end. Christopher grabbed his daughters arm and dragged her across the church and to the alter. A fresh white linen had been layed upon the alter table, but that would soon change. He lifted her up and dropped her like an object onto the table, climbing up after her.
He pushed the girl onto her back, holding her shoulders down roughly so she couldnít struggle. His knees held her legs wide open; she had no way to escape for he was much too strong for her frail child body. Samantha was far to frightened to speak any longer and Christopher had nothing more to say. All that was left in the area was her fear and his desire. Nothing could have prepared Samantha for what was still to come.
Christopher positioned his still fully erect dick at the entrance of her young pussy lips. He pushed against her and was greeted with much resistance. Her untouched pussy wasnít going to let him in without a fight. He pushed harder, his tip cracking open her virgin lips. He forced himself in harder, pushing against her extremely tight walls. Samantha groaned out in pain, her eyes clenched shut streaming with tears as her beloved daddy forced the head of his huge dick into her virginal pussy.
He managed to get the head inside. Her tightness seemed to just heighten his intoxicating desire to use this girl. Her walls gripped tightly against the head of his cock, but he wasnít yet satisfied. Determined to bury himself to hilt in his own daughter he braced himself, putting more weight on Samantha's shoulders as he held her down. In one fluid movement he thrust his hips down upon her as hard as he could. Samantha let out a blood-curdling scream as Christopher slammed into her violently, ripping through her hymen with no remorse. He didnít even let her adjust to the pain before he started to move in and out of her damaged pussy, fucking her mercilessly.
Her screams filled the high ceilings of the church, echoing off the walls as she was being brutally raped by her own minister father. She couldnít understand what was happening. Her father had never had an aggressive bone in his body. The blurred image of the crucifix came into view through her tears of agony. She cried out even harder, knowing that God could let this happen to a child in his own house.
Samantha's leg joints felt like they were going to pop off as her father forced them further and further apart, trying to get deeper inside his daughters tiny undeveloped womb. Bruises began to form on her shoulders where her father held her roughly against the alter table under the watchful eyes of Jesus on the crucifix. Over her screams and sobs of agony Christopher grunted out in disturbingly primal and guttural groans as he rammed Samantha again and again.
Christopher was groaning out as if the devil himself were inside him raping this twelve-year-old child. Suddenly Samantha could feel him swelling inside of her. She cried out in pain as she was already stretched to the limit, but soon felt her father explode inside in her. Christopher screamed out in complete devilish ecstasy as he released ten years of sexual frustration deep into his own daughterís pussy. Wave after wave of hot sticky cum filled Samantha to the brim before gushing out all over her used pussy and thighs.
Samanthaís father slid his cock out of her well-used pussy. Inch after inch slid out of her now gaping hole, cum and blood from her torn hymen pouring out with it. Samantha's eyes rolled back into her head and she passed out from pain and exhaustion. The crisp clean white cloth that was laid upon the alter table was now soiled with blood of a destroyed innocence.