Carol squirmed wildly, her young tender body shaking and trembling with tenor, a terror she was never to forget.

"I know what you've been up to, bitch! I know you've been wantin' to get fucked for a long time! Ever since you killed your mother!" the madman shouted, holding his daughter fast.

Carol shook her head wildly when she heard him accuse her of killing her mother. Now she knew he was crazy.

"Yeah, you killed her! Don't deny it, baby! You're the one! She went out that night in the goddamn car to get you a bottle of cough syrup! Yeah, you remember, bitch! She got killed that night just because of you and your goddamn fuckin' cold! You could've gone after that fuckin' cough syrup your goddamn self! Sally was

splattered all over the fuckin' road that night! My Sally! Your fault, you stinkin' little cunt!" he cried, growing wilder by the minute.

Carol had never imagined that he felt that way about her. She had indeed thought back on the events of that terrible night but had never realized that he considered her mother's death to be her fault. And she knew that no sane man could possibly think her guilty of such a thing.

"I know why you did it, too, bitch! You've been after me! Yeah! You want my fuckin' cock! That's it, isn't it? You want me to fuck you with my big fat dick! That's just what I'm gonna do, too! Yeah! I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're never gonna forget it, baby! Eighteen! I'll pluck that goddam cherry, bitch! And if you give me any trouble, I'll break your back! Hear me? Hear me!" he shouted at the top of his voice.

With a quick motion the man tore a big strip off her blanket and wrapped it around her head, gagging her before she had a chance to scream.

"That'll shut you up, cunt!" he growled. "Now get ready for the treat of your fuckin' life!"

Carol screamed inside again and again. Her body twitched with tenor. She felt her father ripping her pajama bottoms away from her body, throwing the shreds over his shoulder. Her silken flesh was red in places where the cloth rubbed against her body, making marks as he tore it. In a flash she was naked from head to toe, naked and writhing in her bed, unable to utter a sound. She felt her father's heavy hand on her naked leg up near her thigh. He held her other leg, too, keeping her from moving.