Daisy's father hadn't raised his voice, and that frightened her even more than if he'd spoken loudly. She was sure he was sobering up, which made the terrible situation even worse, and she wondered if she should try to fight him. She didn't want to get hurt, and if he was mean enough to rape her, he'd undoubtedly stop at nothing to have his way with her.

The fingers had moved higher on her thigh, up under her dress, and she felt she had to resist, for her father's sake as well as for her own. He'd realize just how terrible incest was when he got completely sober. She just had to do something.

When her father put the bottle to her lips, Daisy knocked it from his hand and leaped from the bed. He caught her before she could get to the doorway. He picked her up in his strong arms, then staggered as he carried her back to the bed. She was kicking and pounding her fists against his cheat, but she saw Agnes, her big boobs flopping, grabbing the bottle up from the floor.

Her father tossed her onto the bed. She landed on her back and bounced up and down. He followed, getting on his hands and knees, straddling her, then grabbed the "V" of her dress and ripped it all the way down the front. She saw Agnes lowering the bottle from her lips, a smirk on her face, her eyes blazing. Troy was still standing, his cock still hard, his fist again pounding away. She looked at his face, saw the silly grin, the lustful gleam in his eyes, and knew he wouldn't try to help her.

Daisy slapped at her father's hand when he hooked his fingers under her brassiere between the full cups. He lifted his other hand and slapped her face hard enough to bring tears to her eyes. The straps dug into her flesh painfully when he ripped the bra down through the middle.

Knowing she was helpless, Daisy closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, determined not to help in any way with the rape that now seemed inevitable. She didn't struggle as her father pushed her around on the bed and quickly stripped her clothes all the way off. She even lifted her ass so he could peel her brief panties down without destroying them. They were the best pair she had.