Boundaries

***All sexually active characters are of age, 18 years old at least, and some scenes may cause distress. Be safe and vigilant.***

Morning breaks brightly, but not so much for Mia Milosevic, 18, as she gets herself ready to go out in the bathroom at the flat, with her friend, Daisy May, 24, badgering her, "Still not talking to me? Come on, please? I said I was sorry."

Mia sighs heavily, tiredly saying, "I'm not, 'not talking,' to you. I've just got to go out to college today, and I didn't sleep well."

Daisy wittily teases, "I heard... A few times!"

Mia scoffs, shooting a scorned look at her friend's lewdness, forcing a, "Ha, ha... I've got a day of coursework and review ahead of me. We go in and go over what we've done at home, and we get given new assignments... I'm so fucked..."

Daisy concernedly asks, "Want me to take you in? It's no hassle. We can stop for coffee and breakfast on the..."

Mia cuts her friend off with a harsh, "No," not meaning to sound so angry with her voice raised, feeling bad as she breathes deeply with her eyes shut, adding, "Please, just give me time to process things... I just... need to figure things out for myself."

The young teen goes to leave the bathroom, stopped when she hears Daisy call after her, "I wish it never happened."

Mia opens her mouth to speak, not finding anything to say, deciding instead to leave her friend's flat as her need to get the bus into town is more pressing. She makes her way, sort of hurriedly, to the bus stop, collapsing on the bench in the shelter, eyes closed as the fresh air cools her face and hair. It's not long before her ears are met with the sound of a bus pulling up next to her, opening it's doors to let her on-board.

The bus is busy, and quiet, with commuters not awake enough for chit-chat, and too tired to care. Mia stews in her thoughts, clutching at her belly with pangs of hunger, thinking she could stop on the way to the college campus to get a breakfast muffin, with her mouth salivating, almost tasting the greasy sausage that would be on it. A thought creeps in to ask herself if she is pregnant, afraid of her dad, and what he did, but repeated tests have come up negative, and she isn't showing signs. Probably fine, right?

The heart of town beats with the footsteps of pedestrians, and the chugging from the exhausts of road-going vehicles, loud, and obnoxiously packed, with people brushing by the young teen from all directions. Mia is buffeted around in the storm of shoulders, barely able to discern where she is going, but getting by through tracing her route by the familiar paving stones of the paths she walks.

Arriving on campus, Mia is met by a much sparser scene, with hardly anyone out in the nearly empty, expansive car park, and a few people in the distance by the entrance to the main college building. A short way along the path into the car park, the young teen hears an indistinct voice calling her name off to the side where there's a small utility building cordoned off by a brick wall, warily looking around to see the source. Pulse quickening, she walks faster for the main building, stopped by a more distinct shout of her name. She shudders as the shout crashes through her entire being, turning to see her father standing behind her, making her blood run cold.

Mia's father crushes his daughter's wrist in his grip, pulling her by force around the corner of the utility building where his work van is parked. Mia tries to find her voice to protest, even scream, but she only gasps, like her voice has been stolen, distressing the teen more as she is thrust by a hand to the throat up against the side of the van, eyes scanning all they can see; nothing but bare, brick walls and metal doors. She clutches at her dad's forearm, trying to get him to let her go, but he's too strong for her. He pulls his daughter to his chest, with her back to him, and his hand around her throat is replaced by the crook of his arm, clasping tightly, feeling the blood thump thick through the chunky neck as the girl becomes limp.

Mia stirs to the stiffness of plywood beneath her, shifting her weight to hear and feel the crinkling of plastic, opening her eyes to the gloomy horror of the back of her dad's work van furnished all around with sheets of clear plastic covering every surface, and lit by the daylight funnelling through from the cockpit. The van is in motion, throwing Mia with uneasy pressure, heavy in her belly as it goes around corners and accelerates along fast roads, restricting her movement with the inertia pulling and pushing down on her.

After a torturous drive, the van comes to a stop, and the teen hears the heavy crunch of the handbrake being applied, feeling the van shift as the driver's side door opens, and closes. Footsteps can be heard, soft, tracing them around to the rear of the van. One of the back doors opens, almost blinding Mia with a burst of light, obscured by her father's shadow as he climbs in, and pulls the door to, shutting it with a slam to return the rear to gloom.

Mia sits herself up as her father approaches, asking him, "Dad, what is this?" No answer as he stands over her, nostrils flaring with weighted breaths, as the teen asks, "What are you doing? Dad, please?" Her dad strikes her with his huge, heavy fist, crashing into her cheek like a sledgehammer, knocking her over as she swings her arms in front of her to brace her fall. Her face swells, pumping with blood just beneath the surface, with a hot sear turning up hotter and hotter, agonising the young teen until she bursts into tears.

Mia's father growls as he shouts, "You ungrateful little bitch! After everything I have done for you, you embarrass me by dirtying me with your sick all over me, and running away from home. I've been waiting for this, knowing you would have to go into college at some point. I've been waiting to make you pay."

Mia sits back up, looking up at her dad's rageful face, telling him as tears roll down her face, falling from her chin, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, I'm sorry."

The words bounce off Mia's father, as he seethes, "Not good enough," reaching down to his daughter to scrunch her t-shirt up in bunches in his fists, tearing it up as he pulls with all of his strength. The t-shirt, one of Mia's favourite and treasured rock band tour shirts, becomes tatters in her father's fists.

Mia cries loudly, "No! No! No-o-o-o-o-o," feeling herself becoming weaker all over, unable to move as she is paralysed with each tear from her eyes sapping her energy.

Mia's father pulls the rags off his daughter, pushing her onto her back as he rips at the button of her jeans, pulling it off, and tearing down the zipper as he yanks the denim down her legs. The teen attempts to wriggle to make it more difficult for her father, but her struggling amounts to laboured rolls, barely an obstacle for her assured father.

The dad then unveils the teen's feet by flipping off the socks from her feet, then clawing at the lace of her knickers until they're held together by single threads, pulling them off with ease, then, leaning over her to tear in half her bra between the cups, pulling her shoulders through the straps as he pushes them off.

Still sobbing, weakened and feeble by her upset, Mia feels so helpless, fearful for what she knows is coming, remembering before so vividly. As the teen lies there beneath her dad, hearing him unbuckle his belt and sliding down his trousers between her legs, she informs him, "I'm pregnant! Stop, please? I'm pregnant... It's... yours... You're the only one. Stop, please, Dad?"

Blood pumping in his ears, Mia's father hardly hears his daughter's plea, growling, "An abomination. A horrible, worthless piece of shit. You will both get what you deserve, Bitch!"

Mia screams, "No!," as her dad pushes her legs up and back as far as they can, making it more difficult for Mia to breathe with the added pressure to her chest as her belly crushes down upon it. She pleads with her dad, feeling him enter her, "No, stop, no, please, Dad, no, stop, stop, sto-ahh..."

Wishing to quiet the incessant begging, Mia's father clamps his palms around his daughter's throat, with his entire weight bearing down on it as he ploughs his dick into his daughter's pussy.

Choking for every breath, fresh tears stream from Mia's eyes as her face turns bright red, feeling immense pressure all over. She's overwhelmingly stricken by fear as she stares up at the plastic sheets in the dim light, choking harder and harder under her dad's callused hands. She feels a wetness bleed into her, sensing the end is finally here, bringing a small bit of comfort.

Mia's father taunts, "I want you to really enjoy this. Savour the moment," as he replaces his deflating dick with his dry, sandpapery fingers, slickening with his daughter's greasy juices and his own ejaculate.

Mia feels the lining of her pussy is stretched by the two thick fingers tunnelling up into her, but feels breathlessly uncomfortable from having a third finger slot inside the slit to stretch it further, then the fourth, then the thumb sneaks it's way in via her dad's hand curled around into an arrowhead-shape. Her dad's hand entirely inserted inside of her makes the teen tremble as it digs deeper, knuckles deep, and slipping to the wrist. She feels her dad's dirty nails dig into the flesh of her cervix. Hand to her throat, and hand to her uterus, the teen feels faint, floaty, and flushed, flushing from the fondled flesh a succulent basting.

Mia's father removes his hand from his daughter's gaping hole, gawping at how it glistens in the gloom from how soaked it is, casting his gaze over his daughter with disapproval, wiping his wet hand on his daughter's belly as he growls, "Disgusting cunt! As shameless as your bitch mother," turning his wiping of the teen's belly to slaps, harder and quicker in force and pace with each strike rapping on the ravaged girl.

Mia struggles harder now to stay conscious, though helped with bouts of adrenaline from the beating, feeling her dad's strikes burn sorely into her belly, gracing her with warmth, welcoming as refreshment. Even as she is held down, powerless beneath her captor, the young teen finds herself enraptured in the pleasure derived from her orgasm gleaned from her dad's fingers. She feels that energy bleed through her being, bringing relief, stronger and deeper as her breathing is harder than ever, everywhere tensing tighter, until a snap! Gushing from her a truly pleasurable orgasm, making her feel so content as she drips from her crotch, drifting away as her eyes roll up into her head, moaning through her throat with deep resonance.

Mia's father releases his daughter's throat, to a hearty gasp from her as she drinks deep of the musty air, as Mia's father watches her flop around on the floor as he stands to his feet over her. He judges her, "You look so pathetic. Look at you: fat, ugly, knocked up with her dad's baby; you really are the worst. You are worthless. Piece of shit," having a devilish thought as he demands, "Shit yourself."

Mia sits herself up, bracing herself as she almost collapses, feeling light-headed, asking in disbelief, "What?"

Mia's father repeats, "Shit yourself. Show me how much of a piece of shit you are. I'm not going anywhere until you do, and neither are you."

Horrified, the young teen sits on her knees in front of her dad, not wanting to anger him more; wanting to please him as soon as she can so that she can be let go. She searches down deep in herself, finding in herself the need to go, building up within her a desperation to do it. As she sits, finding her balance as she drifts her attention down to her bowels, trying to create a needed tension, she pushes through her rectum with determined squeezes, dispensing from her anus a long sausage of shit, breaking off to settle between her legs as she pumps out more poop, emptying her bowels. When she's finished, the teen shuffles backwards to see what she has done; a heap of shit sitting between her and her dad in briquettes, hoping that he will be pleased with her.

Mia's father stares down at the disgraceful mound before him, and demands of his daughter, "Eat it."

Looking disgusted, Mia defiantly says, "No!"

Mia's father bends down to his daughter's face, bracing his palms on his knees, as he explains, "If you don't, I will force-feed it to you, and you won't like that."

Mia shakes with anticipation as she sits looking at her own waste, reaching down to squidge a piece between her fingers and her thumb, feeling a cakey texture, warm to the touch, melting into a paste where her fingers touch. She picks up a small piece, bringing it before her mouth, glancing at her dad's glee as he watches the teen tentatively bringing the turd to her mouth, trembling as her tongue pops out to taste it, feeling it melt and smear, wafting warmly into her nostrils, and filling her mouth with an earthy taste, wretching as her tongue dangles down her chin.

Mia's father demands, "More! I want to watch you chew on it, and swallow it."

Bravely, Mia scoops up a decent-sized turd onto her fingers, closing her eyes, and bracing herself as she stuffs it into her mouth as quick as she can, chewing it as fast as her jaw can move. Her mouth is filled with a horrible earthy taste like loads of boiled vegetables moulded together into a tasteless but tasteful mash. The teen tries to swallow it down, but her body resists, making her gag with the thick cake clinging to her tonsils, and she wretches, pushing out a fudgy mix of shit and saliva. Glancing a look up at her dad, she hastily collects everything in her mouth, and swallows hard, but not everything goes down, sticking everywhere, so she swallows more, and more, and more, unable to clear her mouth as she wretches again, feeling a mass slip down into her chest.

Mia's father looks at the smear of shit around her daughter's mouth and chin, and offers, "Let me clean you up a little," holding his dick, pointing it slightly upward as he unleashes a stream of hot piss onto the teen's face, showering her as she sits there, whilst her dad sprays where the shit sticks. His daughter squeezes her eyes shut, shielding from the spray, spitting it away from her mouth, but her father orders, "Open wide," which she does, allowing him to wash the inside of her mouth.

As Mia's mouth fills, she gargles the hot liquid, tinged with sourness, and when he stops, she swills his piss around her mouth before spitting it all down her body, coughing as she tries to get rid of the horrible tastes in her mouth. Her body agrees, building up to unfurl a torrent of puke all down her, expelling her meal, spilling all down her chin, her breasts, her belly, her crotch, and onto the plastic with a spatter.

Mia hastily rushes to wipe the mess from her body with her hands, smearing bile, beads of urine, and the brown fudge into a single muddy mixture, making her feel hyper-sensitive to her hands rubbing the mess everywhere, making things worse than better. Her heightened sense of feeling from her desperation to clean herself of the mud makes her feel orgasmic in her breasts and her belly as her hands wipe around them. What is this? Why do I feel like this? Am I some sick freak feeling good from this?

Mia's father watches how his daughter writhes in front of him, losing her sense of place to her derived pleasure, commenting, "You filthy bitch! You look like you are really enjoying that. You are just like your mother. Filthy whore, desperately craving your next ride."

The young teen stares her dad directly in the eye as she proudly says, "So what if I am a whore? There's nothing wrong with sex. It's healthy and beautiful, not like how you make me and Mom feel like shit when you need it; thinking it's filthy like some vile thing. I know why Mom left now, and it's not because she's bad like you always make her out to be, but because you are a low-life piece of shit who needs to abuse women to make yourself feel better."

The scorned father steps around the puddle of waste to Mia's side, grasping a healthy chunk of his daughter's hair, almost yanking it off her scalp, and he pushes down on her head with all of his might.

Mia's eyes come frightfully close to the pile of poop, puke, and piss in front of her, forced closer and closer, until she scrunches her eyes shut, and her mouth, as she feels her cheek come into contact with the hot mess, mopping it up as her head is brushed over it. Through her closed mouth, she squeals, hardly able to breathe.

Mia's father lifts up her head to his level, telling her, "This is what you are; a waste. Are you getting it yet? Is it sinking in? What do you do with shit in the woods? You bury it."

Mia's fear of her father turns to fury, hot and fierce, and she scrapes up a dollop of the waste from the floor, and slaps it into her dad's eyes, hearing him scream as he recoils, screaming as the stomach acids burn into his eyes, trying to scrape free the thick shit caked on his face. The teen darts for the rear doors, pushing them open, falling from the van onto grass, standing up to see she is in some woods, looking around to see down the hills in the distance a motorway, breaking into a run as fast as she can towards it.

Without looking back, Mia runs as fast as her thick legs will carry her, heart racing like never before, racing across fields and through treelines, and over a wooden fence, down a final slope to slam to a stop against the metal barrier at the side of the motorway, waving her arms to flag anyone down as traffic hurtles by.

A car soon pulls up onto the hard shoulder, stopping by the young teen, and a man hurries out of the car to greet her as a woman in the passenger seat taps on her phone, putting it to her ear as she to gets out of the car. The man notes the teen's appearance, asking, "What's a young girl doing naked and covered in muck by the side of the motorway?"

Still panting hard, wheezing from the hardest run of her life, she gestures with her hands as she explains, "I, uh... huh... my Dad... in his van... abducted... forced me to... my... poop... and, he..."

The woman talks with someone on her phone, as the man interrupts her to say, "Don't worry. My wife is calling the police for you. What's your name?"

The teen replies, "Mia... Mia Milosevic..."

The woman can be heard relaying, "Mia Milosevic... Yeah... Okay," putting the phone down to tell the teen, "Hey, it's all going to be okay. The police will be here in a few minutes."

Mia looks back behind her, scanning the fence and the treeline, gasping, "He's coming... He's coming... He's..."

The man assures her, "Nothing is going to happen while I'm here. If he does come, I'll knock him the fuck out for treating a kid like this."

The woman reminds him, "You'll be taken by the police if you do, but, I suppose it would be worth it considering."

Mia finds her breathing returning to normal, frightfully aware of being naked by the side of a busy road, with hundreds of eyes passing by, so she hugs her arms around herself to cover her breasts, and reaches a hand to clasp over her pussy, as her face goes beet-red. She can barely make eye-contact as she waits with the kind couple, who turn their gaze to watch around her as they wait, sensing her discomfort.

Pretty soon, a car pulls up, and out of it step a man and a woman, with the man announcing, "Detective Inspector, Luke Bailey, and Special Consultant, Samira Malcolm. Mia Milosevic?," he asks, noticing the teen's nude appearance, "We've been looking for you. We're with Missing Persons, and your father reported you missing, hoping to see you come home."

The kind man informs the Detective Inspector, "It's her dad that did this!"

The DI, 30, asks, "Really?," enquiring of the young teen, "Mia, can you name your father for me?"