Always had a thing for young girls. Burnt-out whores kinda missed the boat for me somehow. Beats me how anyone gets-off looking at leather-faced sluts posing as schoolgirls, cellulite-ridden wives down on their luck, traumatised trannies or even sad old grannies come to that. Now I’m not an advocate of exploiting pre-teens either. The sight of six and seven year old girls being undressed, fingered and whatever else, appalls me as much as the average guy.

No, it’s the fourteen, fifteen and sixteen year old teenies that get my attention. Still under-age admittedly but they have that sexual awareness and the whole damn system is running on hi-octane estrogen by then.

My earliest hell-bound thoughts towards Stephanie had their inception around the time she turned twelve. I remember the exact day. The whole family being in a flurry to get to our in-laws place for dinner, I had hastened into the bathroom, unaware Stephanie was still in there. Just stepping out of the shower as I flew in, the sight of her naked body, in all its youthful sculptured magnificence - slim hips, budding breasts and first-up downy hair surrounding her child’s pussy – tipped me over into daddy’s-gone-a-hunting mode. She covered-up of course, after a cute little girlish shriek, but the damage was long done. I wanted to fuck her from that moment on.

Many was the subsequent night I would make love to my wife with more than my usual physical exertion, only to have her enquire "Wow, what’s gotten in to you tonight?" Fact is of course I had been fucking Stephanie in my mind. Not hard when she is little more than a younger version of her mom. Both are very slim, girlish and desirable.

It became an obsesssion. Taking her to school and watching her run around with her friends, I noticed her breasts developing on a daily basis. Having her sprawl on the lounge besides me some nights watching TV, oblivious to the effect she was having on me. I would spend more and more time up in her room helping her with homework assignments, just watching her little mannerisms. How she would hug herself sometimes while reading, playing with the pendant around her neck while she figured out a maths problem, flick her pretty hair out of her light-blue eyes while I would explain something to her.

I would stand behind her desk, specifically for the chance of glancing down her top even for a second. How I longed to put my hands down inside that frilly little bra and hold both breasts, rub her nipples and confess how much I loved and wanted her - in a sense she would never have been able to understand. Whenever she wore a short skirt or tight jeans my eyes would focus on that hot little bottom and I would fantasise about pulling her panties down and kissing it for hours, one finger up between her legs fingering her as I did so. This was murder!

No-one ever suspected a thing of course. My wife was clueless as to the lustful and highly improper images that were criss-crossing my mind, roiling through my grey-matter with relentless monotony.

Stephanie was fifteen now and for three years I had withstood the chronic urges that stirred my hellish fantasies. I knew I could never make any move as such, the risk of losing my daughter’s love and respect, not to mention my marriage, were both sobering enough influences. Neither was I mentally equipped for doing twenty years in the slammer, where pay-back sex of a less glamorous nature would undoubtedly await me.

If only I had never gone to the club that Friday night. It had all started so innocuously. Queued up at the bar waiting for my "usual" – a Chivas Regal on the rocks, I ran into Gary, a workmate from the office. Both of us being unaccompanied, we sat down at a corner table and got talking. A little later, the scotch got talking. Inevitably, the subject of sex came up. Gary, himself still single, belabored the fact that being unmarried still, sex for him, was running at an uncommonly infrequent rate and that this was an aspect of his life that could well do with a sizeable boost. In a roundabout "I’m-only-kidding" sort of way, I introduced the fact that my daughter who was now fifteen, was a regular teenage hottie and that I wouldn’t mind participating in a liaison of sorts…given her complicity of course.

Gary looked at me quizzically, "Really? You’d like to fuck your own daughter?……whoa!"

"Hey pal," I said, trying to make light of the situation, "Wait till you have your own teenager and have her flash her bras and knickers around. Lets see what thoughts come to your mind every so often."

He was quiet for a moment.

"To be quite honest with you," he said quietly, sculling the last two inches of bourbon, "I have always had this really bad fantasy of raping a girl – you know, a hot little schoolgirl?"

Images of Stephanie being sexually abused suddenly showed themselves full-screen in my head and I realised that I too had always harbored other fantasies of seeing her raped. I felt my entire blood supply suddenly placed on red-alert. Several litres invaded my procreative area and I knew instantly that I was lost for all money.

"Hey, maybe we can help each other?" I muttered, a half-assed nervous grin across my face. He had gotten us two refills and the conversation dipped to its lowest decibal rating of the evening.

Possibly due to the depleted condition of my primary logic circuits, I poured out to him the scope of my tortured urges and the lengths at which I might be prepared to go, to address their pressing needs.

"Are you serious Mike?" he asked at one stage. "You would let your daughter get raped? Damn! Don’t suppose you have a pic of her on you do you?" As it happened I did – a recent one in her school uniform. I showed him it.

"God Mike, I see what you mean…she’s pretty fucking hot isn’t she?"

My conscience was screaming out for me to call it a night, to just tell Gary I had been kidding around and to go home, where a cold shower might douse these infernal contemplations. My fingers were poised over the "cancel" button.

" You’d be able to fuck her too you know?" whispered Gary.

In that instant, my soul took its leave, my resistance crumbled and my fate sealed for all eternity. Gulping another mouthful of scotch and just this side of losing it, I said to him, "How’s that? she’d recognise me."

"Not blindfolded she wouldn’t," he replied. Sounded like he did this for a living! "After she’s been raped stupid by three of us," he muttered, "She wouldn’t know her father from a Polar bear. Just have to keep your mouth shut."

"Jesus Christ Gary, I dunno," I said. "It’s a hell of a risk and I don’t want her hurt bad."

"No probs Mike," he whispered, "The three of us would go easy on her. Just gonna strip her, have a play and then fuck her gentle. Hell, you’ll be there anyway – to make sure nuthin’ goes overboard….right?’

"Yeah, I guess," I replied with the limited conviction I was able to muster. Gary and I agreed to map out the final details some time during the coming week.

How I maintained a normal façade at home I have no idea. All I was thinking about 24/7 now was the imminent fate of my only daughter. Even as I was helping her with homework, I was seeing in my mind’s eye, her complete sexual debasement, her young body being used and abused and the incredible rush I was getting, visualising the depravaties to be wreaked upon her tiny five-foot-one frame even by her own father.

Gary had worked out a deal with two friends of his (how hard would that have been?? "Hey you wanna help fuck a 15 year-old schoolgirl??) Whilst he himself was more than "anxious" let’s say, to shag a young girl – let alone a virgin, he figured having a couple of other men along would inevitably spice–up proceedings, as well as limiting Stephanie’s chances of escape. My role for the first half of the evening was to be passive, being one of "overseeing" rather than participating.

The plan was reasonably simple. Picking a late Saturday afternoon and evening that my wife would be out of town – visiting her sick mother in Fresno as she did from time to time, I would arrange for Stephanie to go up to the nearby corner-store for me sometime close to dusk, knowing of course she would be snatched somewhere near the little park that she had to cross to get there. Simple enough task for three adult males with a large van. I would leave home just a few minutes later and drive to Gary’s house where they would be taking her. With the rear door left open I could gain access and take-up my silent refereeing duties, as she would be blindfolded by then. It was agreed nothing would be done to her until I got there. After the "rape" I would leave first so that I would be home when they brought her back. When dropping her off by way of a fake "home-invasion," both hers and my own life would be threatened with termination should the Police be called.

Be a cinch for me to dissuade her from risking that or even from telling her mom the next day. The embarrassment and pain would remain Steffi’s and my little secret. The only half-risky part I figured was the "snatch" itself but Gary assured me it was "no problem."

"Can you pick me up at the bus terminus around eleven in the morning please darling," Anne had asked, as her ride turned up outside the front gate.

"Sure honey," I said smiling at her and kissing her rather more passionately than usual.

"Just don’t know what’s got into you these days?" she laughed.

"Just as well you don’t," I mused to myself, watching her head-off to Julie’s Trans-Am out the front. Still with a beautiful figure herself, I was reminded of the old line. "I hate to see you leave but I love to watch you go!"

Steffi waved to her mom then hugged me. We went inside, it was still only mid afternoon.

"What would you like to do sweetie?" I asked her, my mind a swirling mass of half-formed images and fully-formed guilt. How could I even contemplate doing what I had planned? My beautiful, innocent little daughter…who loved and trusted me so unquestioningly.

"Could we go to the movies tonight dad?" she asked effusively. "I’d really like to see Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets!" Jenni (her best friend in tenth grade) saw it last night and said it was sooooo good - way better than the first one."

"Sure sweetheart," I said. We’ll catch the 8.pm session straight after dinner if you want?" My heart lurched, knowing we would never make it there.

She came across and hugged me. Fully unaware of just how arousing her young breasts were crushed then against my shirt, I had to back away swiftly before she felt my erection pressing into the front of her skirt.

With my pulse-rate mildly skirting cardiac trauma, come 6.30pm, I asked Steffi if she would just pick up some milk and a fresh loaf of bread for me at ‘Grasshopper’s’ (The nickname I’d bequeathed the corner store, as the Chinese proprietor looked remarkably like David Carradine’s Kwai Chang Caine)

"Of course dad," she smiled. I gave her a few dollars, finding it hard not to visibly shake.

"Sure you’ll be OK sweetie?" I said to her. "Hurry back before it gets dark won’t you?"

She was gone. I watched her as she half-skipped out the front gate, so looking forward I knew, to the movie tonight. I would forever remember that image. Cute, youthful figure, her light green top tucked neatly into that rather short patterned skirt which zipped from her waist almost to the hem. Shining quite natural brown hair trailing off her shoulders as she ran. She still had around her neck that tiny heart-shaped pendant her mom had given her the previous Christmas but otherwise had no great use for jewelry. Anyone walking towards her would have been struck by the perfection of her skin, her very pretty face that other than her clear blue eyes was highlighted by a full, rather sexy mouth and the cutest of little ears. Probably her greatest asset – a most dazzling smile. She was just so beautiful.

Dear Jesus, it was done! I had consigned by innocent little baby to the hardest school out there - real life! Even at this late stage I wanted to run after her and cut the thing dead in its tracks.

"Fat chance, pervert," something whispered in my ear. " You made the bed, now she can lie in it!" My ‘good’ doppelganger took off, understandably wanting no part of the coming tragedy. All I could think about was Gary with his hand in her panties!"

Just five minutes later I got behind the wheel of the car. They would have her now, restrained, terrified and alone. I was so damned hard! What am I saying? I was so damned!

Arriving at Gary’s place I was peturbed to say the least, that his van was not yet there. Had it not gone according to plan? Had he lied to me after all? and were they perhaps ‘trialling the goods’ in some back-street? That I could not bear! At the very least, being in the same room as it was happening, I might afford her some degree of protection – even if she couldn’t know it. I parked up the road a-ways and walking to the house, let myself in at the back.

Not two minutes later, much to my immense relief, I saw through the half opened blinds upstairs, Gary’s Transit swing into the drive-way. I heard the auto-door begin its ascent. After a few moments, I heard a door downstairs open and glancing down the stair-well I saw Gary, and another friend propelling Stephanie towards the staircase. The third man was close behind. My heart leapt. My poor little girl was crying and sobbing her eyes out. I could hear her pleading "Please don’t hurt me."

They had her blindfolded and with her hands tied behind her back, presumably having removed some kind of gag, but quite obviously they hadn’t done anything to her yet. Gary put his hands on her shoulder as she reached the base of the stairs. He told her to go on up.

"Where are you taking me…what are you going to do with me?" she was half-crying. "You’re not going to rape me are you?…Pleaassse..I want my dad…" she started sobbing again. One of the men laughed and I had to supress the urge to run down those stairs and re-arrange his face.

Walking behind Stephanie, holding her arm as she ascended the stairs, Gary looked up and seeing me looking down from the landing, gave me the thumbs up. I was partially comforted by the fact that he’d be coming to Hell with me.

Reaching the main bedroom, Stephanie was forced inside the doorway. I could see her shivering with fear, knowing as she must, what would be coming.

"Well kid," said Gary, "What can I say? – you were just in the right place at the wrong time. We ain’t gonna hurt you, just have us a little fun is all."

Incredibly, Steffi wound her crying down to a few strangled sobs. It was if she’d figured the odds, knew she could do nothing to stop what was coming and was at least going to keep her dignity intact.

"You are going to rape me, aren’t you," she whispered, "This is a bedroom isn’t it?"

One of the men stepped forward and gently fondled her breast. I almost creamed myself.

"Don’t,"

"Hot little tits missy," he grunted. His name was Stewart…Stu to the other two. Not a big thinker I would imagine. Gary motioned for him to stop.

"Can you take this blindfold off please and untie my hands?" she asked hopefully.

"Can’t do sweetie," said Gary……"identification and all that you know?"

"I won’t tell anyone," she pleaded… "I promise - not even my dad?" I wanted to reach out and hold her.

"Yeah well….I can’t take that risk can I?" Gary replied. "What you can’t see, you can’t tell kid."

He suddenly moved in and allowed his hands to traverse her upper body, smoothing across her shoulders, down her back, across her hips and up between her breasts. She gasped at his touch. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips which had her recoiling with disgust.

"Never been kissed eh, darling??? Oh, this is gonna be a night of firsts for you."

At that second, both the other men closed ranks around her and I watched in abject fascination as they all began to feel her up as she stood there. Hands cupping her breasts, others feeling the concave perfection of her slim hips, sliding around to cup and rub her bottom. I was so hard I was losing my grip on reality. Steffi was gasping and crying again.

"Please let me go, I’m only fifteen and still a virgin. Pleeaassse!" Her impassioned plea was heartrending although ultimately futile.

"See here sweetness," Gary whispered to her as he continued fondling her breasts lewdly, "The boys here are kinda hot under the collar, if you know what I mean. Wouldn’t be right to deny them just a little fun now we got you here, would it?"

I heard her gasp, "H…h..how many of you are there?" she stuttered, still trying to squirm her way from under those unwanted fingers.

Gary glanced across at me, as I stood over near the far wall. "Just the four of us sweetie, you’ll be OK, trust me."

They had her with her legs up against the bed now and it took but the least push to send her sprawling back on to the quilt. From where I stood even, I caught a glimpse of her hot little blue panties as she fell on her back. The other two men were openly feeling her breasts now and vocalising their pleasure loudly.

"God-damn, she’s a hot one," Stu muttered, "I love small tits!"

"Let’s suck her," said his compatriot, thrusting one hand roughly down her top. I had to unzip myself quickly, before I suffered a compound fracture of an item that could well prove to be inoperable upon.

Unable to pull her top off, with her hands tied as they were, the two of them simply tugged it up, exposing her flimsy little bra – a matching blue one. The very bra that I had frequently lusted over, wanting to slip my own fingers down as I stood behind her writing desk.

"Nooooooooooooooo" she wailed as they roughly pushed it too, right up, completely exposing both her milky white breasts to the trio’s gaze. I had to approach the bed for a clearer view.

"What do you reckon Jim?" said Gary, looking up at me, cleverly not using my real name. "Have a feel my friend, she’s one hot little piece of ass."

I had to do it, and bending down, took a hold of her right breast, feeling it, cupping it and smoothing my hand across its center, experiencing the texture of that beautiful brown nipple that undoubtedly was showing signs of unforced arousal. I watched as Stu began to suck the other one as my daughter squirmed and wriggled in an agony of despair.

She would have been able to feel all four sets of hands and lips on her, taking liberties she could barely comprehend. Right then, Gary moved it up to the next level, slipping a hand up her skirt and gently smoothing along her inner thigh, moving ever upwards. As he did so, her hemline was dragged higher until the lower left leg of her tight blue knickers was exposed. Steffi gasped with horror, realising how open she must look. Oh God! And how did she look???

As all three of them fumbled with the zip, pulling her skirt right up now, fully exposing her panties, she cried out "Don’t do this…please!!!!!!" Stu leaned forward and it looked to me like he kissed her hard on the pussy. She let out a real yelp of shock and wriggled, which achieved no more than making her look more vulnerable and sexy than ever.

"Let’s spank her," suggested Stu. Gary looked across at me – I shook my head and he responded in like fashion to his friend. We definitely weren’t getting into that area, besides, with what else was obviously planned, that's the last thing she needed. But dear God, just for a few seconds, lying there on her tummy where they had rolled her, tied like that, blindfolded and with her hot little knickers begging to be paddled, it was touch and go.

Obviously Steffi’s vulnerability was too much for Gary. I watched as he just slipped a hand up between her legs and began rubbing her pussy through her panties with frenzied deliberation.

"Don’t…. don’t do that - please," She tried to draw her knees up to limit access to the front of her knickers. Those whimpers were heartbreaking had it not been for the sheer spectacle of seeing an innocent little girl being sexually abused quite openly.

"Hold her legs for me," said Gary. "Lets have some fun with her."

Pulling her once more on to her back, the two men took a hold of her legs - a hand each under one knee and forced her legs wide apart. Even as she was sobbing "Noooooooooooooo" plaintively, I dropped a hand to my own erection, watching dry-mouthed as Gary slipped a hand up inside the leg of her panties and found what he was looking for. Her restrainers were amusing themselves meanwhile feeling her breasts and rubbing her nipples – fully exposed as they were.

"God, she’s hot and tight," he muttered, one finger obviously having penetrated her vaginal cavity.

Steffi was shaking her pretty head as if in denial of what was happening to her. I couldn’t however wrench my gaze away from her splayed legs and Gary’s hand performing unspeakably crude things beneath her panties.

"Let’s see her pussy," said Stu, continuing to rub her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "She’s getting really hard here now." He added, inclining his head towards her breasts and indeed I could see that her nipples were quite distended – a fully automated response to the stimulation they were receiving……unwanted or not.

Pushing her legs together just long enough for Gary to tug her knickers down and pull one leg clear of them, she gasped and wriggled with fear and embarrassment at having her young genitals exposed in such vulnerable a position. Stu whistled his delight at the scene before him while the other man simply muttered, "Jesus what a hot little cunt," to no-one in particular.

A " hot little cunt" it was too! I could but stare at, what for so long I had simply imagined! - my daughter’s virginal and currently somewhat moist-looking slit. Displayed before us in all its colorful and inviting glory, not a man born could look upon the sight without experiencing erectus supremus .

So hot was she lying there like that. Softly curved hips, wonderfully flat and smooth tummy blending-in with those cute light-brown curls framing her hitherto protected labia that Gary now was separating so carefully with his fingers, while she cringed and shook her head in shame and horror. Her knickers, hanging loose off her left ankle completed the picture of abject debasement, her own personal flag. Not so much at half-mast as bearing witness to the death of their young owner’s innocence.

Gary’s instructions of "Hold her legs wide now," signalled the end of tease and the onset of a new life for Stephanie. I could feel the flames of Hell being stoked for me even then – a burning ember to be conflagrated for eternity. Stephanie’s agony would be short – mine, unending!

The rape could have been worse! Maybe because I was there..perhaps because he did have some remnants of compassion himself, but Gary took his time. Despite her tears and quivers of disbelief that this could be happening to her, her pussy was obviously far from dry and even as Gary slipped his erection in the first inch or so, he let out a cry of "God, she is sooo tight," as he cupped her bottom and held her up marginally.

I had to ease the burning lust between my own legs and began stroking myself as I watched him sink it further in. Steffi was sobbing loudly and pleading with him not to rape her and that she could get pregnant. That was something I hadn’t been thinking of, but her very words of warning just upped the ante. The thought of watching her get pregnant simply added fuel to the furnace despite the obviously damning consequences.

Her cries of "Ohhh, that hurts…..please stop," signified that Gary had reached her hymen. Momentarily, he pulled back. Stunned, I noticed a considerable amount of glistening moisture trickle out of her pussy and down her leg. She must have been highly lubricated despite the circumstances.

"It will be very quick sweetie," he said and thrust into her. Before they could get a hand over her mouth, Steffi screamed. It was a scream of pain, shock, lost innocence and God-knows what else. Withdrawing temporarily, we could all see the red-tinged rivulets trickle out of her, staining with the mark of Cain, Gary’s virginal-challenging intruder.

He was in her now and although not raping her with insensitive cervical thrusts, was running his own little gamut of repressed sexual release. Still crying, but otherwise just lying there, Steffi presented a figure of resigned defeat as she allowed his lust to run its course. The other two were muttering obscenities watching the rape as Gary turned into the home straight.

For myself, I was but milliseconds from finalising my own little sexual contract, yet wanting to save the entire warehoused stock for the main delivery – that for which I had agreed to this diabolical tryst. I let go of my erection breathing stertorously.

"Fuck me, I’m going to fill her cunt," Gary announced, before pulsing into her for fully ten seconds. I wish I had been able to see Steffi’s eyes right at that moment – it would almost have been worth the twenty years hard labor.

He pulled out and I saw a thin stream of viscous white fluid seep out of her pussy. Having let go of her legs, Steffi closed them and half-turned on her side moaning and sobbing. Her breasts wobbled slightly and presented an unimaginably arousing sight, her nipples very erect and her cleavage well delineated at that angle.

Her rest-period was short-lived. Stu pulled her now to the edge of the bed as the other two again held her legs bent at the knee and spread wide for easy access. He pushed his cock hard into her and she grunted with surprise. I felt pre-cum trickling down my own leg as Stu fucked Steffi with plenty of zest. Her breasts were vibrating with each thrust and her head being tossed from side to side as he worked to slake the lust he had built up most likely watching Gary fuck her.

Again she just lay there, letting this thing of evil roll over her. I did notice I thought, the slightest quiver of her own hips as he neared the red line. "You are such a fucking hot little tease," Stu announced as he neared full countdown. Grabbing her around the hips, he leant forward and began sucking her right nipple while still taking her so deep. They had her legs incredibly spread now and to see cum actually running out of her as she was being raped stupid was just beyond white-heat. He came in her with the inertia of a road-train and I noticed that even when they let go of her legs, she made no immediate attempt to close them.

Both Stu and Steffi were breathless. Again, she turned on her side and just lay there moaning quietly. Her arms must have been aching incredibly.

By the time the third guy was half-way through fucking her, there could be no doubt she was responding…if not unwillingly. I could see her hips moving upwards to accommodate his thrusts and her moaning did not necessarily appear to reflect her total dislike of what was happening. I could be wrong.

"Well Jim," Gary was saying, "Want to wrap this up now? You want to fuck her?"

Not being able to speak obviously, I intimated for two of them to hold her legs. This, after all this time was my moment. I was finally getting to fuck my sexy little daughter and how hot must that by necessity appear to the other three?

I looked down at her….at the exposed nipples – still majorly erect, her ravaged pussy pulsing out waves of white goo as I watched and that inviting slit not a foot away from the biggest damn erection I ever had.

Slipping it in to her was as easy as passing a hot needle through butter. I so wanted to kiss her, tell her it was me, hold her and make love to her, It was though, far too late for any romantic notions. Time simply to fuck her silly!

Grabbing her hips, I somehow locked-on to that median line between full-on rape and passionate affection. I think she sensed something. Not that it was me – but that it was somehow quite different from the other three.

Probably having a need to tend their own out-of-control urges, both Gary and Stu relinquished their grasp on her legs. Amazingly, she made no attempt to close them, simply lying there as I fucked her in a frenzy of incestuous lust. Even as I reached the zenith of my forbidden coupling, I became aware of the other three kneeling over Steffi and wanking white streams across her face, her nipples and her lower abdomen. It triggered my own delivery mechanism and I would be prepared to swear that as I pumped into her a world-record amount of semen, I felt her cum also. Maybe wishful thinking on my part – I’ll never know.

Amidst the ensuing silence, the four of us just stood or knelt there, watching Steffi wriggle slowly on the bed, and moan abstractly. Glistening cum ran down between her breasts as well as trickling down her cheek. I’m not even sure she noticed.

She half sat-up and pleaded with her captors "Please, don’t rape me anymore. I’m just so sore and my arms are hurting." I went over to her, pulled her bra back down to cover her breasts and then tugged her knickers back up. Even then, cum was squelching out of her, soaking the front of the thin blue cotton. She would be needing one hell of a shower when she got home.

Gary nodded to me to be off and I silently took my leave, trembling now with the full realisation of what I had orchestrated. The few moments of intense sexual nirvana had come at a dreadful price.

I had been home less than quarter of an hour when there was a commotion at the front door. Opening it, I was confronted by Gary.

"We’re just parked around the corner," he said. "I’ve told your daughter you’ll be killed if either of you make any attempt to involve the Police. Open your garage up now so we can drive in and unload her, OK?" He winked at me. "God she was fucking hot, wasn’t she?" I nodded blankly.

Backing the Transit in, they bundled Steffi, still blindfolded and tied, out the back and into my arms. She started to sob uncontrollably.

"Don’t even think about untying her or removing the blindfold till we’re down the street," said Gary, "You know what will happen!" He climbed back into the van and it rolled out of the driveway.

Even as the roller-door descended, I untied her wrists and removed her blindfold. Her little face, stained equally by cum and tears looked up at me.

"What the hell happened to you sweetheart?" I had no trouble letting my own tears flow. "What have they done with you? How did this happen?"

"I’m OK dad," she replied, shaking and clinging to me.

"Did they…..did they er, do anything to you sexually Stephanie?"

She just broke down, "Ohh dad, I’m soo sorry," Her tears were compounded by choking emotion.

"They didn’t…….rape you did they??" I think I was convincing. Memories of the event flooding back in wide-screen full surround sound.

She nodded.

"Oh my God Steph, We have to call the Police…." I said to her, applying a touch of reverse psychology.

"No dad….you musn’t . They told me what will happen if you do that. She was rubbing her wrists now trying to restore some proper blood flow I imagine.

"Yeah, well they threatened me too honey, but we must report this," I responded.

"Look dad, its done now…I’m just so sorry I’ve let you down." The tears flowed again with a vengeance. My own too.

"Oh, my beautiful girl," I said to her, "Do you think I blame you for this? What happened though? How did you end up with them?

She told me everything. About being kidnapped, tied-up and blindfolded, taken to a house and being raped by several men. I held her to me while she talked and I responded as one would expect a stricken father to respond under such circumstances.

"What if I’m pregnant dad?" she blurted out suddenly.

"Well sweetheart, " I told her, "That’s a bridge we will cross if and when we have to. Let’s not worry ourselves prematurely huh? I managed to smile at her reassuringly.

As one might surmise, more than anything else she wanted a long hot shower. I kissed her, told her how much I loved her and suggested she go wash away the memories of her recent encounter.

"What do you mean dad?" she asked.

"Well sweetheart, I just mean that having been raped by four men you could probably do with a hot shower……"

I heard the sudden intake of breath………………. "How did you know there were four of them dad?"

They saved my trial till last. The media of course had a field-day. "Father at the center of plot to pack-rape his own daughter." Gary and his mates obviously took the plea-bargain option, conditional upon their agreeing to be the main prosecution witnesses.

As the judge said to me in her summing up, having announced the guilty verdict. "No words can describe the actions of a man who would willingly betray his daughter’s love and sacrifice her innocence for a few fleeting moments of carnal pleasure." Her lips were quivering as she added, "If there is any justice in the hereafter, let us hope that your soul will be damned for all eternity."

So as I said at the outset – I will be going to Hell. Twice actually – twenty five years of it in Folsom County, the balance when they bury me in that un-marked grave!

The only good news – she wasn’t pregnant!

 

 

Copyright June 2004

she said to him, turning away in an attempt to dislodge his hand. He simply groped her the other side.

 

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