Home Pt. 01

The last thing I remember is being at a house party a senior at my school was throwing. I was so excited to be invited to my first highschool house party. I'm a bit of a bookworm, my favorite subject is creative writing. Even though I'm not exactly a cheerleader, I'm pretty friendly with a lot of the people in my school so getting an invite was not hard.

I'm still a Junior, but really only technically. The school year ended yesterday, I take all college level classes and my 18th birthday was in 24 hours. So as far as I'm concerned I'm practically a legal adult.

Last I remember... I remember feeling like I had a little too much of the spiked punch and decided to step outside to get a little air and let the buzz wear off.

I may have been pretty sheltered most times, but she didn't raise no fool. She made sure I knew when I finally did go out to experience life, I knew how to watch out for myself.

I was thirsty and remembered I had a bottle of water in my car. I remember opening my car door, reaching inside, then some sharp pain in my ba. Like a deep beesting or maybe a needle? After that, nothing, until now....

I wake up to an unfamiliar ceiling with a harsh light shining in my face. My head feels a mix of foggy and throbbing like a migraine. I attempt to move my hand to rub my temple but i realize i can't move it.

My grogginess breaks with sobering clarity when I realize my arms are bound above my head, fastened to a bed frame. I look to my feet and see that only one ankle is fastened to a cuff attached to a long but heavy chain. My mouth is covered in what i could only imagine is duct tape. My heart beats like a drum, my breathing is full of panic going in and out of my nose. The fuck is going on?! Where the fuck am I?! I'm scared. Oh God, Im so fucking scared. Something bad has happened and something worse must be coming!

"Good, You're awake." says a gentle, yet detached voice.

I turn my head and find a man in a chair not far from the bedside. It was hard to make him out in the harsh light shining in my face. But there was one thing that wasn't obscured by the light. This man was entirely naked. His dick erect, twitching, and at my eye level.

Ive never seen a dick in person before. I've only ever seen a penis in Sex Ed or maybe an R rated movie. I never even watched porn because momma always kept tabs on my computer activity.

I try to scream through the tape, but it's pointless. I can't help it, I'm terrified. What else can I do?

"I know sweetheart, this must be scary. Change is a scary thing but don't worry, you're perfectly safe. You're home now and I'll take good care of you."

Oh God, No.

"I've been watching you for a long time sweetheart. I know your mother has done a good job keeping you safe and giving keeping your virtue intact. But I also know how lonely you are, and no amount of motherly intentions are a substitute for a father's presence and protection."

He leans over towards me to do something.

I struggle against my restraints as he strokes my forehead like im a child.

"I'm your daddy now baby, and it's a Daddy's job to make their baby girls into women. I'll make sure to teach you, thoroughly."

I feel sick. Im trying to keep myself from throwing up while the tape is over my mouth.

His cock is almost touching the bed as he's stroking my head. I struggle against my restraints to get whatever distance i can from it. He grips the hair on the top of my head and the pain forces me to stop.

"Another one of Daddy's jobs, is to make sure you make new friends. This, right here, is your new best friend, sweet girl." He grips his cock with his free hand and points it down so its tip is almost touching my face. More liquid oozes out of the tip and onto the bed.

"The breath coming from your nose makes your friend feel so good."

I squeeze my eyes closed, but he squeezes and pulls my hair tighter and wracks my head against the bed.

"So be nice, and look at your friend properly."

I relent and open my eyes to look at it. It's partially in shadow but I can still clearly make out how thick it is, how long. I can tell it's throbbing and twitching more than before. The clear liquid flowing from its tip glistens in the light. I can smell something that's a mix of musk and salt. I hate it. I hate him.

He lets my hair go, and reaches to the nightstand beside the bed, and shows me what he's picked up. A giant pair of scissors. Im trembling as tears of fear stream down my face.

He moves to hover over my legs. He takes the scissors to the base of my skirt.

"If you kick me, Daddy will have to hurt you until you stop. Don't make me hurt you, okay honey?"

He starts clipping upward. Slicing my clothes open, all the way up to the collar of my blouse. He sees my bra is one that closes in the front.

"Oh you must be uncomfortable having to wear this for so long huh baby? Let me take care of this."

He undoes the clasp. Freeing my breasts. He cups one of them and rubs a thumb over my nipple.

"So beautiful. Feels much better, right?"

I make a sound trying to protest, but I think he thought it sounded like moaning. And makes a disgusting, growl of pleasure.

Then he goes back down, oh God he's going to do my underwear now!

"Now be still baby. I wouldn't want to slice your beautiful skin or your privates"

I feel the cold metal against my skin as he cuts through the fabric of my panties from the edge of my opening, up to my monds. My pussy is now completely exposed. I cross my legs to guard what I can. God its cold, Im shivering.

"Awe, Im sorry baby girl, you must be so cold. I'll warm you up."

He climbs into the bed next to me and then leans over my chest.

"I'll start here".

Without warning, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. He suckles me, flicking and circling his tongue, switching back and forth between both nipples while kneading the fleshy parts of both of my breasts. He growls and the vibrations only increases the intensity. I felt a surge of electricity from the sudden onslaught. Ive never felt anything like this before. It was so much to take in. I couldn't help but react and moan. I hate myself for it.

He stops.

"Is that helping honey?"

I definitely look away from him.

"I guess Ill have to do more to make sure you're warmed up."

The hell does he mean by that?

He moves to the foot of the bed. He tries to open my legs. I fight him this time. Im putting all my strength into keeping my legs closed. He lunges over on top of me and slaps my face multiple times so hard I hear ringing in my ears.

"You made me do that. If you don't stop fighting me, I will do so much worse. So what is it going to be?"

I don't want him to hurt me. What if he kills me? I don't want to die. I don't want him to hurt me anymore. If I do what he says, maybe I can live long enough to find a way out. I just want my momma.

I lay my head back, close my eyes, let my body tension soften, and allow him to open my legs.

To be continued in Part 2