His arms are around her, strangling the air out of her as if He was merely holding her lungs in his hands. Gasping for air Mary wriggles to try to get free and realizes the stiffness pressing into her backside. She panics, she screams, she pleas, nothing seems to work.
"Oh my little princess, how sweet you are to me."
Something's changed. He's cool and collected. She can't smell any trace of liquor. What on Earth could be happening? She stops squirming, trying to grasp the situation.
"That's right honey, don't fight against me. I won't hurt you like I have before. I am so sorry for ever hurting my precious daughters. All I wanted was your complete and total love."
This new side He is showing is confusing. She feels chills run the length of her spine. Mary can't remember the last time she felt this scared; including all the times he took her.
"Da...daddy, what are you doing?"
He releases her and she falls onto the bed. Her skirt rises up but she quickly tries to conceal herself.
"Oh baby, all this time, I've never been satisfied. I asked myself why? Why can't I get enough? And I realized the answer this morning. I need you to want it. So this is what's going to happen: you give me what I want with all your heart and soul, you make me believe that you are loving every minute, and I will leave you alone for a month. How does that sound?"
Her mind is reeling. She can't even grasp the perversity of it.
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"Hey cutie, what are the tears for?"
Mary slowly came to. What was that dream she was having? She couldn't place it. She couldn't remember that situation ever happening before. Her eyes blinked open to behold Grant smiling, attempting to hide his worry. She reached around his neck and pulled him as close as she was able.
"Hold me, Grant, please."
Grant was more than happy to oblige but he was so worried. What was this about, had she had another nightmare?
"Oh sweety, what can I do to make you feel better? I hate to see you sad."
"I don't know Grant. I think I just need some time alone. Will you take me home?"
Grant's heart fell. He wanted to be what she needed, he wanted it so badly. But, he had to try to understand, and help.
"Of course. Lemme fetch you something to wear home."
Grant dropped her off at home feeling totally and completely impotent. He thought he was making so much ground with her. He tried so hard to make her feel safe and now it felt like she was pulling away. Grant was angry. It was building. He knew logically that none of this was her fault, that she was doing the best she could. But, he couldn't help the anger and frustration bubbling underneath the surface. When would she trust him? He drove home quickly to brood.
Mary walked into her house feeling lost and confused. What was she doing, how could she brush Grant off? But, maybe she was silly thinking she could find happiness in a man. Though he was a completely exceptional man, he was a man. Maybe she needed to find happiness in herself. Perhaps Grant just provided the catalyst she needed.
She decided to run herself a bath. She felt amazingly apathetic. Something felt wrong deep in her. She undressed and soaked herself in the hot water. She began to doze...
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"So, does that sound like a deal, baby girl?"
"Daddy no, don't do this. I don't like it. I can't pretend that I do."
"That's not the answer daddy was looking for. Are you sure you don't want to try, or maybe I could just take you every day, maybe THAT would satisfy you."
What can she do? A month without Him touching her sounds like heaven. But, how can she pretend to like something that made her feel despicable and dirty. She looks around, trying to find some way to stall. He is standing in front of the door.
"Sweet thing, you don't get forever to make this decision. I need you now, but you get to decide how often. Come here baby, give your daddy a kiss like a good girl."
She can't see any way out of this. Should she take this "deal"? Can she really pretend to enjoy this? Seeing no way out, she slowly gets up and walks towards him. She is within an inch of him. She looks up, forces herself to wrap her arms around his neck.
"Mmm, baby, you have no idea how nice that is for me."
Mary feels tears welling in her eyes but she tries to force them back best she can. She doesn't want to ruin her chances at a month free of molestation. She looks into his eyes and feels her spirit slipping away. The pain arising in her heart is unbearable. He leans him and brushes His lips lightly across hers. She sucks up her pride and presses a kiss upon his lips. He moans into her mouth and wraps his arms around her.
From the outside, they would look like two lovers locked in a passionate embrace. But, Mary knows better. She knows with every acquiescence she makes, she loses herself.
His tongue slithers like a snake in and out of her mouth, and she accepts it without hesitation. He breaks the kiss and examines her face. She hides her tears and pain and forces a smile.
"Oh Mary, this is what I need. You little devil, you know exactly how to please me."
She backs away seductively and lies on the bed. She opens and closes her legs teasingly.
"Mmm, I knew you wanted me. I knew all your fighting was just a game."
He takes off his clothes quickly to unveil his throbbing cock. He licks his lips and strokes it while he watches Mary's little show.
Mary felt like dying. She couldn't believe herself. What was she doing? Was it really worth it? No, of course it is, of course.
She reaches out for Him and pulls him on top of her.
"Oh no, no, no, my sweet. You're not going to get out of giving me everything you have to offer."
He quickly rolls her on top of Him. She straddles his hard cock and smiles at Him. She reaches between her legs and moves aside her panties. Slowly she sits on Him, taking all of Him in. He moans and makes a disgusting face of pleasure.
Suddenly she realizes she's destroying herself by giving in. Quickly she jumps up and goes to run. He grabs her by the hair and throws her hard against the wall. Her eyes blink in and out. Blackness is falling over her. She turns to look behind her in time to see a fist rushing at her face.
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Gasping for air Mary pulled herself out of the water. She couldn't believe the dream she just had. Was that something that really happened? Did she repress all that? The water around her had gotten cold and there was no longer sun shining through the window. She couldn't believe she had been out all that time.
She quickly got out and dried off. She looked around. She felt so strange and lost and alone. What was happening to her? And where the hell was Grant, hadn't he called? She quickly padded her way to the phone. She picked it up but there was no tone. She deftly followed the cord with her eyes and saw with a shock that it was cut. She started getting frightened and she didn't know what to do.
"Hello? Is there someone here?"
