I used to think I was his princess, but now I know I’m just his favorite toy. My father doesn’t see a daughter when he looks at me; he sees a hole that belongs to him.
Today, he made me wait in the hallway for an hour, naked and shivering, just to remind me that my only purpose is to be ready when he feels a twitch in his cock. When he finally summoned me, he didn’t even look at my face. He just grabbed my hair, yanked my head back, and called me a “filthy, incestuous little bitch” while he spat on my chest.
The humiliation is the best part. He loves to remind me how degenerate I am for craving his touch, how disgusting it is that I leak for him the moment he raises his voice. He shoved me face-down on the rug, slapping my ass red until I was sobbing and begging.
“Beg for it, you pathetic brat,” he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “Tell me how much you love being your daddy’s little cum-dumpster.”
I screamed it. I told him I was nothing but his slut, and then he rammed his thick cock into me from behind, hard and fast, without a drop of lube. Every thrust felt like he was claiming every inch of my soul, bruising me and breaking me. He fucked me until I was breathless, finishing with a hot load deep inside my womb, leaving me shaking and ruined on the floor.
I can’t wait for tomorrow.
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