It wasn't more than a second or two after the strange burst of pleasurable sensation deep inside her cunt that she felt her father suddenly increase his ramming speed. He fucked with wild abandon, his hands reaching out almost blindly, grasping her young titties, stroking her firm soft belly, grabbing her thighs. He touted something out loud, something she couldn't quite make out in the depths of her father's throaty voice. Then she felt something shooting inside her cunt, something hot and wet and voluminous. She thought the stuff would never stop coming out of her father's swollen cock. After the first three or four blasts into her cunt, she felt his cock pull out of her hole fast. She looked down between her legs in terror and saw the swollen shaft of his dick snap up against his belly when it pulled out of her raped pussy. Several squirts of something white and thick-looking shot from the end of his cock all the way to her face, covering it with slippery sperm.

Her father tore his clothes from his body and

fell naked onto his young, once-virginal daughter, rolling around in the bed with her, growling the most obscene things he could think of and slapping her until she was covered with red spots and bruises. She began to wish that he would kill her to stop the pain and torture. And then the bedroom door flew open.

A shrill scream split the night like a siren. Aunt Arlene stood in the doorway, a look of tenor and disgust on her face. Before her father could raise his drunken body up off the bed, her aunt had bolted from the room and hurried downstairs to call the police. Carol had never been so glad to see anyone in her life before or since. The police arrived in a few minutes and found the madman still rolling in bed with his gagged and tortured daughter. They dragged him away and locked him up. Carol was never to see him again.