Her father began sawing in and out of her deflowered cunt, raping his young adopted daughter with disgusting relish, grunting and sweating in the throes of his taboo lust. She looked down the front of her impaled body and saw the

horrid face of the man who had become like a stranger to her. His eyes glared at her, reflecting the deranged lust that burned within him. Her body was full of terrible pain, a pain which increased for the first few minutes of her rape until she thought she could bear it no longer.

And then a very strange thing began to happen deep inside her. She began to notice a strange warming feeling deep inside her cunt, a feeling that seemed to spread throughout her young body, a feeling that seemed to increase with each brutal thrust her father made into her torn pussy. The pain was still there, her bruises still hurt terribly, her cunt still hurt every time he rammed it with his big iron-hard cock. But this other sensation was almost pleasurable, although it was so intermeshed with the terrible pain her angry father was causing her as to be nearly inseparable from it.

She still tried desperately to fight him off. He slapped her hard every time she struggled hard enough to interfere with his brutal fucking. The strange sensation seemed to grow and grow within her, seemed to be centered in the little place between her legs that rubbed against the thick shaft of her father's huge hard-on. Her father seemed to be enjoying himself more and more. There was something in his eyes now besides anger and madness, a deep sadistic sexual enjoyment of his daughter, an enjoyment that continued to build by the minute.

Carol couldn't imagine what was making him grunt and sweat so wildly, as if he were madly excited about something. He stood on his tiptoes

now, raising her young body up off the bed by the sheer strength of his massive hard-an. He seemed to grow tailor, taller and more terrifying. His cock seemed to grow inside her cunt, too. When she felt his dick suddenly swell inside her hole, she also felt the strangest thing happening to her twat. It was as if a dam had burst inside her, as if she were flooded all over with the warmness, most delicious tinglings and tuggings she had ever felt. She felt her body shaking uncontrollably, not out of fear now but out of something like pleasure, pleasure intermingled with the terrible pain of her rape.