"Be convenient, having her right here with us."

"Wouldn't have to jerk off no more!" Joe snickered.

"Yeah."

Jody lay on her bed, hardly having moved since her father had left. Her legs were still spread wide as she let her tingling cunt cool down and she had her hands behind her head as she looked up at the ceiling.

She sighed to herself, the sound loud in the small room. She hated it when he did that. She hated it when he touched her. Sometimes she thought she'd like to kill the perverted bastard. Sometimes she thought she ought to kill herself.

It wasn't so much that he fucked her. It was that he so totally subjugated her. She spent all her time trying to prove she could do anything a boy could do, that she was as tough, as fast, as smart, as cool as any boy, that she was as good as a boy. Her father ripped all that away from her and turned her back into a low, slutty, cock-loving female. He pumped his big cock in her and made her cry out in pleasure, made her body pulse with joy, made her crave more and more of what he did to her. He took her independence and strength and pride away and made her a mewling, whining, grovelling whore.

How she hated her body for its weakness and betrayal. Were all girls like her? Could a cock so utterly control every woman? Was it her destiny to be a stupid sheep-like female, bleating in joy whenever some guy stuck his prick into her?

Maybe, she thought, it was just her dad. Maybe it was some power he held over her. After all, not many girls got fucked by their dads. Maybe it would be different with some other guy. Maybe she'd be able to hold her own with them like she did in everything else.

She turned off the lights, thinking about how she'd find that out. The guys who were her friends would no doubt be glad to oblige, but that was the last thing she wanted. They'd never, ever see her as an equal if they could pin her down and ride her like a bitch dog.