one of his women before her aunt had been able to save her from the embarrassment. Aunt Arlene had warned her about sex and had told her how terribly painful it could be. They were words of warning that she could never forget, although at the time she had considered them the words of a kindly protector.

It wasn't until she saw the dirty gleam in her father's eye as he stood there in the door that she realized his stares were the stares of a horny male sizing up a fuck prospect. She acted quickly, sliding under the coven again and pretending to be asleep, hoping he hadn't seen her sitting up against the wall. She tried to control her breathing, which by now was quite erratic, but not nearly as erratic as her father's.

The tall hulking man, who had seemed handsome to Carol once but who now loomed before her as an ugly monster, stood beside her bed and glowered down at her. Carol opened her eye just a crack, closing it quickly when she realized once and for all that he intended to rape her. Even the word rape sounded terrible to her. It was an ugly word for an ugly act. Her aunt had warned her of men who might try to rape her. She had told her to pretend to be unconscious if such a thing should happen to her, to pretend to faint, to fall limp and hope her attacker would tire of her. She remembered her aunt's words and tried desperately to look like an innocent sleeping eighteen-year-old girl.

Unfortunately for her, an innocent eighteen year-old sleeping girl was exactly what her

deranged father wanted for his twisted sexual desires. He had gone without satisfying sex for so long and his mind was so tortured with the sudden loss of the wife he loved that even his adopted daughter seemed a satisfying substitute for his dead wife. He had to fuck her, no matter what the consequences, no matter what the social taboos, no matter what the poor girl herself felt.