A Dreamer's Chance
by Keith McDougall
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This is a work of fiction and has descriptions of sexual acts between adult over the age of eighteen and over. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional; any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.
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A young woman brutalised by her father, escapes her past to an uncertain future, taking a dreamer's chance at life...
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1
Tessa Johns shuddered and came again, the thick cock in her pussy throbbing and jumping as it squirted and squirted into her, filling her womb as it had every night for three years.
The man above her gasped, kissing her unwilling lips and then slowly dragged his long, thick, incestuous cock from her clinging vagina, her hole leaking the copious sperm he had been spurting into her all evening.
He sucked at her small, plump breast and then smiled down at her as he kissed her tight lips, laughing as he got up and picked up his pyjamas, looking down at her slender form, her smooth skin shiny with sweat.
“Goodnight, Baby!” he said as he stroked her wet flesh.
The girl swallowed and almost choked as she answered.
“G...goodnight, D...Daddy!” she stuttered, almost unable to bring herself to say the words.
He laughed again and left the room, passing the cot with their incest-borne child sleeping inside, the baby girl lay on her back, a rattle clutched in her fist as she slept.
Edward Johns stroked her head, his daughter borne of his daughter, and then left the room.
Tessa lay there, crying softly as she remembered the first time he had come into her room and raped her, again and again, beating her with his thick belt when she resisted, her mother in the next room doing nothing to help the girl as she screamed out for her.
That had been three years ago now and the nineteen year old already had two children for her father, a little boy and now the baby girl laying in the cot. Both of them with her father named on the birth certificate.
The small Scottish Island they lived on was a very small community of around thirty people, all related in some form and all familiar with her father's use of her young body.
The large, heavily built fisherman had allowed sick local the priest to sodomise her regularly, the man cumming up into her bowels and her mouth whenever he pleased, even coming to the house to use her while her mother was sitting in the living room with her grandchildren.
Tess hated her father, her mother and all the people who allowed her to have to live as a slave for her father's perverted lusts. She dreamed of escaping the island and her sick life as a sex-slave to her very own father.
At night she often dreamed of a handsome stranger, a man with dark skin and a handsome, trusting face. She dreamed he would take her away from her woes and give her happiness in far away London, where he had a big house.
Then she would wake and realise that there would be no rescue, no handsome dark-skinned stranger coming to her rescue. She was stuck in her personal hell.
Every now and then she would walk to the edge of the cliffs and think about jumping into the icy cold waters below, ending her life and her suffering. But then she would remember her baby daughter and realise that she would grow up to replace her in her father's bed.
She finally raised herself out of bed and staggered to the door, going, naked, out into the hall to the bathroom, showering and then returning to her room to put on the thin dress her father insisted she wore, the one that showed off her shapely pale legs and her firm thighs.
She knew that Father Raymond was coming to see her today and that he would be divesting himself of his 'holy' sperms up into her tight backside once again as he had every day this week.
She used the KY jelly that her father had acquired for her when he visited the mainland, rubbing it into her anus and fingering the tight little hole until it was very slippery, then she pulled on her skimpy panties her father had bought her.
She picked up the baby and took her downstairs, giving her to her mother while she made breakfast for her family, then she sat and ate.
Her father sat next to her, stroking her smooth thigh and talking to her son-brother and mother as if nothing at all was abnormal.
“Make sure Father Raymond leaves that money he promised me,” he told his wife, “We need to buy a new washing machine and that money will be very handy indeed!”
Her mother looked over at her and blushed, looking away and telling her grandson to sit up straight. The woman didn't want to admit to the reality of what was happening, preferring to ignore it and pretend that everything was normal.
Tess sat there, her father fondling her thigh and eating. She decided that no matter what, she would leave the island with her kids, even if it killed them all.
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The priest gasped as he slid into her bum again and again, his thin cock still hurting her because of her anal tightness and his evil need to plunder her rectum.
“Praise be!” he gasped as he sodomised her, “'Tis a glorious thing you do for the servant of the Lord!”
He grasped her breasts, squeezing them and moulded them in his hands, humping against her and sliding himself in and out of her bottom.
Tessa gasped, feeling those evil feelings that always betrayed her, moaning before she could stop it, the man above her delighted as he stroked his cock in her clutching bum.
He worked at her, humping against her and stuffing himself into her anus again and again, his hand sliding under her belly to find and stroke her plump, hairy vagina, finding her clitoris, causing her to gasp and moan louder as he fingered it.
He always made sure they came together, making her complicit in the act, her anus grasping him as he spurted deep into her bowels, the girl cumming under him as he seeded her rectum.
She whimpered as she slowly came down from her hard orgasm, telling herself that she hated it, but knowing that she liked this feeling she was always forced to endure.
The priest's cock sucked out of her rectum, and he got up off her bed, dressing and once again donning the black garb of his station.
He smiled down at her as she still lay on her stomach, making the sign of the cross over her.
“Bless you, my child!” he said and left her crying.
When she finally managed to raise herself up off the bed, she once again showered and cleaned herself, then went down to continue her household chores, finding her mother and the evil priest sitting there together, talking.
“Ah! Here comes the delightful girl now!” the priest said, turning to smile at her as if nothing had happened in her room between them but a polite chat.
She forced a smile and sat down next to the man, hugging her daughter to her chest and feeding her from her small, plump breasts.
The priest stared lustfully as the child suckled, looking as though he wanted to suck on the other one himself. The maniacal glint in his eyes frightening her, making her believe that he would actually do it in front of her mother. It was just a matter of time before he wanted much more than just her bum.
After he had gone, Tess sat glaring at her mother, the woman unable to look at her at all. She blushed, looking at the TV instead and playing with her grandchild.
“Look after Rachel,” Tess told her, “I'm going for a walk to rid myself of this stink!”
She place her daughter in her mother's arms, glaring into the woman's eyes as she looked up at her briefly. Then she walked out to the hallway, putting on her coat and going out the door.
Tess passed many people who smiled and nodded at her, but as usual, she ignored them, knowing what they thought of her and what some of them wanted.
She walked to the cliffs and looked out at the distant mainland, seeing the ships and boats moving between the island and the far shores, wondering how she would ever escape.
Then she saw it, the power boat that her father used to fish. That was when she thought of it, her way off this hell-hole, wondering how she hadn't thought of it before.