Suzy was appalled. Her mother had just died and she was sent to live with her father in the middle of nowhere. The place was a dump. It was a rustic farm; there were horses in the pasture, pigs, chickens, cows and sheep. And of course there were dogs. Huge dogs. Suzy hated dogs.
âQuit gawking around and get your shit inside the house!â Her father called out angrily as he climbed out of his truck and slammed the door. She took her three suitcases out of the truck bed and walked into the weatherworn old house, mindful of the half-attached screen door. When she got inside she wasnât much surprised. It looked no worse than the outside. There was junk everywhere, beer cans and week-old plates of half eaten food lying around. Flies crawled on the crusty old plates, and buzzed in the air annoyingly.
âGet your ass upstairs. Thatâs where youâll stay, in the attic. Youâll have to move some shit around, but I put a bed up there, so get moving! After you get yourself situated I want you to get downstairs and cook some dinner. Iâve got to go out and tend to the horses. And girl, if that dinner isnât on that table by the time I get back thereâll be hell to pay.â Her father pointed an accusatory finger at her before turning and stalking out of the house. That was it. No sympathy whatsoever. No traces of any kind of father/Daughter feelings.
Well, that was fine with Suzy! The man she knew of as her father was just white trash, and she didnât know why her mother had ever let him between her legs.
Her father wasnât exactly an unattractive manâŠhe was just un-kept. He worked hard and he was a big man. Not fat, just big. He had sandy blonde hair and blue eyes, a square chin that constantly had stubble on it.
With a resigned sigh Suzy carried her things upstairs into the attic. It was worse than she thought. Crap was pilled everywhere and dust coated *everything*. The bed was set up in a far off corner that had about five feet of clear space around it. Great.
Suzy made her way over through the maze of old household relics and threw her suitcases on the bedâŠsending a large plume of dust in the air from the mattress. Suzy moaned in complaint.
She âunpackedâ which consisted of setting a framed picture of her mother on the cardboard box that was serving as a nightstand next to the bed. She found a length-wise mirror behind a pile of junk and dug it out, and propped it up next to the window so that she would get good light when looking into it. She stared at her reflection, the glare from the overcast sky making her face look gaunt. Her hair was blonde, straight, and reached just below her shoulder blades. Her eyes were blue, but they looked washed out in the indirect sunlight. She was cursed with an extremely plain body, not too fat, but not too thin waist, average body weight and C cup breasts. With the added effect of overcast sun glare, she looked even worse than she felt. She sighed and turned away from the mirror, searching for a broom and a duster so that she could clean out her little corner of the Attic. After a half hour search she found both items, the broom was buried in the kitchen closet, and she had to pick through a dirty pile of towels and rags (most of them covered in substances she didnât want to guess at) to find one relatively usable.
She cleaned up her corner of the Attic as best she could, and it wasnât long before she found it was getting difficult to see what she was cleaning. She looked outside and saw it was almost dark out, so she went back downstairs into the kitchen to see what there was to make.
Suzy was a city girl, raised on instant meals and take-out, so when she opened the freezer and saw packages of butcher-paper wrapped meat, opened the pantry of jar sealed vegetables and fruit, potatoes in a bin and a box of bread, she didnât know what to make of it.
Whereâs the âeasy bake foodâ?
She looked all over, but to her horror she didnât see any traces of an instant meal.
Okay, plan B. Cook book.
Suzy thought as she searched the kitchen for a cookbookâŠand found none.
OkayâŠbad. I donât have a clue how to cook this stuff.
The front door creaked open and she heard her fatherâs heavy footsteps on the wooden floor.
âGirl, I donât smell nothinâ cookinâ.â Her father grunted angrily as he stalked into the kitchen.
âI couldnât find a cookbook.â Suzy explained.
âDonât own one.â Her father said dryly.
âBut I donât know how to cook.â
This seemed to enrage her father. âWell I suggest you learn real fast! GET TO IT!!â Her father bellowed.
âButââ Suzy was cut off by her father smacking her hard enough to send her sprawling to the ground.
âI SAID GET TO IT!!!â He bit out angrily and stalked out of the room.
Suzy sat there on the floor in shock for several minutes, feeling her bruised jaw. Tears were streaming down her face. How dare he hit her! How dare he treat her this way!
Suzy stalked out of the kitchen and found her father sitting in an easy chair in the living room. She stood angrily in front of him.
âHow dare you treat me this way! I am your daughter!â She said fiercely.
âI donât give a fuck! I own you bitch! You belong to me and you will obey me!â He shouted at her.
âFuck you! Cook your own goddamned dinner!â Suzy shouted as she turned to run upstairs to her âroomâ, but he grabbed her roughly by the wrist.
âOh no you donât! Get back here you slut! Either you get in that kitchen and make dinner or Iâll teach you a lesson!â He bellowed.
âEat. Shit.â Suzy spit out at him as she yanked her wrist from him, turning to leave once more.
He suddenly grabbed her by her hair and yarded her back to him. âOWWW!!â She screeched.
âFine slut! Lesson it is!â Her father told her as he roughly threw her down on the floor.
âYou bastard!â She shouted at him as he slapped her hard across the face again. He grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it down the center, exposing her lacy bra. âWhat the HELL do you think youâre doing?!â She quickly grabbed the sides of her dress and tried to cover up what he had exposed. He didnât stop there though. He lifted the hem of her dress up to her waist, exposing her panties. âGet off of me!â Suzy cried in horror as she realized what his âlessonâ would be. She tried to kick him off, but that resulted in another hard slap that made Suzyâs vision swim for a moment. When her senses came back to her, her father had pulled off her panties and he was unzipping his trousers.
âNo! Stop it!â She struggled to get up, but he held her down with his body weight, conveniently placing his shaft near her pussy. She struggled with him, trying to push him off, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. âSTOP IT!!â She screamed, but he only grinned.
âScream all you want girly, no one will hear you.â He said, switching both of her wrists into one vice-like grip while he used his free hand to probe her pussy, searching for her entrance.
âNO!!â Suzy cried out again as his fingers found and sunk into her pussy.
âMmm, youâre tight down there girly. This should be good.â Her father said lustily as he withdrew his fingers and pushed them in again several times, finger fucking her to get her wet.
âStop it please!â Suzy half pleaded, half sobbed. Despite her mind screaming at the intrusion, her body was responding and she was getting wet.