Due to popular demand, here's the sequel to "Oh Papa, No!" Thanks to all you guys who supplied me with the ideas. You know who you are. Enjoy *_~
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Daylight began to creep across the room. Reluctantly I woke up from my restless slumber. Memories of what had transpired last night came rushing back to me. Unbidden, tears started to flow, and I lay curled up in my bed, trembling with shame and pain. My battered body is a testament of how Papa had brutally raped me. I had lost count of the times he had taken me yesterday night.
Knowing that self-pity would not get me anywhere, I gathered up my courage and began to plot my escape. Walking across the room to the door, I pressed my ears to it and tried to listen for any sound from downstairs. There was only silence. I am determined to leave the house this very instant.
I yanked open my cupboard door and started to dress. There was no time to waste. I mechanically dressed myself in whatever that was at hand. First bra and panties, then a tank top, followed by a mid-thigh skirt with an elastic waistband.
Grabbing my knapsack, I began to fill it with whatever that I thought would be necessary for my escape – a change of clothes, bankbook, passport, and my purse. All I need now are my car keys, which are hanging by the main door.
Gathering my courage, I opened my bedroom door and peered outside. All was silent. I started to creep slowly down the stairs. All my senses are alert for any sign of Papa. I strained my ears to hear in every direction. Upon reaching the landing, I paused to collect my breath, and dashed towards the main door.
I grabbed my car keys and put my hands on the doorknob, breathing a sigh of relief. Just as I was to open it, the door was opened from the outside. I turned around to run and before I could scream, a rough, dirty hand came down across my mouth. I panicked as another arm tightened around my neck and the stranger forced me back into the living room.
The arm around my neck went down to capture both my wrists behind my back and I jerked wildly from side to side. Lashing out with my feet, I sought a leg or a foot on which to inflict injury. There was a coarse chuckling in my ear.
"She's as feisty as you said she would be, Henry," a voice said.
"Yeah. I told you she would be, didn't I," a voice somewhere behind me answered.
"Papa?" Hatred mixed with fear coursed through my body, and I could barely hear the rest of their conversation for the blood pounding in my ears. I started to thrash about, kicking out as hard as I could, and was rewarded with a grunt.
"Damn! That hurt!"
"She needs a bit of loosening up," Papa said. "We have a lot planned for her today." I started struggling with renewed energy.
"Lets take her to the kitchen and get some beer into her," the one in front of me said. "That ought to soften her up."
I aimed another kick at him, but he jumped back nimbly.
"I'll knock your teeth in if you dare kick me again," he snapped. He swiftly removed his belt and tied my ankles together. He lifted my legs and I was carried into the kitchen.
I tried to sink my teeth into the hand across my face, but found myself gagging instead as Papa stuffed a foul-tasting piece of cloth into my mouth. I tried to wrench free as the three of them dragged me into the kitchen, but all my efforts availed to nothing.
"We're going have a lot of fun, aren't we, Paul?" the one behind me shouted as I was lifted upright again. I tried to jerk away from him, but he twisted my arms up behind me.
"Will she be able to take in my nine-inch monster, eh Kenny?" the man named Paul guffawed with a mouth full of rotting teeth.
"We'll find out soon, won't we?" the man holding me said. I twisted around to see him. He was repulsive, with greasy hair and a face covered with pockmarks. He must have seen the horror written on my face for with a growl, he twisted my arm to force me to face forward again.
With his mouth only inches from my ear he said, "I may not be much to look at, girl, but I promise you that when your skirts are up, you won't be disappointed."