Raping My Helpless Daughter
Anonymous
Publisher: Amber FoxxFire
Summary
My daughter? Got bad marks in college? That fucking slut needs to be taught a lesson that she’ll never forget. I don’t care if she doesn’t want to go to college, she’s my bitch now. Her whole life will revolve around pleasing me. Excerpt: "What the fuck is this?" I yelled as I clutched the report card in my hand. The anger had welled up into my chest and had slowed my thinking. Holding the paper taut, I looked over at it again and confirmed what I had read. Straight C's, not a single A, and only one B, and two F's! These grades were atrocious, beyond embarrassing, and they belonged to my 18-year-old little girl. Having looked over them one last time in disgust I, clenched the paper tightly and marched into my daughter's room. She was there, laying on her bed, texting on her phone, music blaring from the speaker, and the TV on and not being watched. Huffing in disgust, I flipped off the TV, then slammed the window shut. I didn't need any neighbors complaining about my delinquent daughter. Next, I went to the stereo and jacked the power cord from the wall, instantly shutting off the loud music. At this point, my 18-year-old daughter recognized I was in the room and her face scrunched up in disgust. "Dad, what the fuck are you doing in here?" She demanded, annoyed. Looking at me like she didn't know only made it worse and I picked up the paper I had dropped in my anger. I shoved it in front of her face and made her read it. "This is what I'm here about!" I shouted. "You're eighteen years old, you're in college, and you live in this house," I growled, my emotions stirring up as I had to think about how big an embarrassment this was. "Instead of studying and giving yourself a proper chance at life, you've been hanging out with friends, fooling around with guys, and not even cracking open those expensive textbooks I've bought you." I exclaimed, my anger making me feel hot. "Daddy, it's just a bad semester, I had a lot of trouble because of the professors, and I don't really think college is for me." She said, giving me a lame excuse. She looked at me like it wasn't a big deal, that it was okay to waste money failing at college and giving up. She wasn't the one footing the bill, clothing her, housing her, feeding her. I was doing everything, she was doing nothing, and this ungrateful attitude was the last straw. "That's it, little lady, you're going to learn some responsibility about the real world." I said. Clearly fed up with her, I slammed the door and stalked toward her. I snatched the cell phone from her hands and threw it to the opposite side of the room where it shattered, then grabbed her hair. I looked at her face: worried, scared, panicking. It looked like she was starting to finally see my point. Her hair was long and blonde, all scrunched up with a pony tail and it made it so easy to grab and pull her along.