Originally posted by Ashiene:
One look at the young girl and you wouldn't have guessed that she was one of the many young teenagers across the globe who have been through sexual abuse. But look again. On her back and arms were old scars from a time when her unemployed father used to beat her and abuse her whenever they were at home alone. For a year, young Jenna (not her real name), kept quiet about this matter, and refused to answer any questions her mother had asked her. She was simply afraid her father would do worse to her. This is her story.
Jenna, 14, was in her room one afternoon. She had come home immediately after school for a shower and was putting on her clothes. She knew her father
was at home again. He would sometimes loiter around the neighbourhood in the day and stay out late into the night. Locking the door, she began to dress up as she looked at herself in the mirror.
The unmistakable click of a key being inserted into the door lock caught her attention. Picking up her clothes from the bed, she tried desperately to put them on before anyone came here. She knew it would be her father. He was the only one at home. She froze in terror, her nightmares coming back to haunt her like they had countless times before.
Her 45 year-old father, Alan, now stood in the doorway, the door knob in his hand. He had a fevered and wild look in his eyes that spoke volumes of what perverse thought he had in mind. Jenna panicked and tried to push past him and out of the room. But her father simply held her arms as she struggled.
"Please, daddy. Please don't do this to me," Jenna pleaded. Her father stared at her, his cold eyes boring into hers. Alan slipped his left hand under her half-worn blouse and groped for her breast beneath her bra. His right hand held her as he forced his mouth over hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth as she gagged...
She could do nothing but endure it. Her father undid the hook on her bra and his fingers traced the contours of her other breast. He deliberately pushed her onto her bed where she lay, too horrified to move. She squirmed under his weight but he only held her to him, his arms embracing her soft body. His right hand moved down her chest, down her belly, over her crotch and down into her vagina. His nails hurt her and tears streamed down her rosy cheeks.
"Please.." she begged him to stop. Alan inserted his 2 fingers into the warm and moist private part as she cried out in genuine pain. Jenna tried to push his
arm away, but his other hand squeezed the mound of her left breast hard. The nipple became erect almost immediately, and Alan brought his face to her breast, his tongue licking the hardened knob of skin in the middle.
She writhed as Alan continued to abuse her. Finally, she breathed hard as her father got off her body. Forcing Jenna to her knees beside the bed, Alan pulled down his pants and undergarment.
"Now, service me," Alan ordered, pushing his red, erect and throbbing manhood into her face. Jenna closed her eyes and turned her face away. She shook her head in horror and disgust, her tears never ceasing to flow down her face as she sobbed.
"Open up!" Alan barked, and slapped her hard across her cheek. Jenna reluctantly opened her mouth and, without hesitation, shoved his penis past her lips.
Jenna choked on the large, throbbing thing in her mouth. She couldn't breathe. Her throat felt as if it were closing up. Holding her head, Alan thrust his private part in and out of her mouth, as the girl's long, black hair fell over her face, covering up the fear in her young eyes. Alan groaned in pleasure, and Jenna felt his manhood throbbing quicker and quicker. Finally, with a wild, animalistic groan, Alan's body shuddered. Jenna felt a warm and sticky substance being deposited in her mouth. Coughing, Jenna held the penis and pushed it out of her mouth as she tried to spit out the salty and bitter substance. Alan held her mouth shut and gave her another slap.
"Swallow it!" he said. Jenna covered her mouth with her hands, and tried not to think about it as she swallowed the semen. The fluid left a soury taste at the back of her throat.
"My child. Do not tell your mother about this, or I'll make your life more miserable than this." he warned.
"I..I won't.." she looked down and muttered. Her face was red and heated up, she felt both anger and embarrassment at the same time. How could her father do this to her? Her friends all had good parents who doted on them. But..she was the unlucky one. She had to endure the many times when her father had barged into her room unannounced and forced her to perform oral sex on him. Jenna could not deny this had never happened any longer. She had to tell someone. But whom? No one would believe her. Her teacher would say she was making up wild stories. Her mother would simply punish her for accusing her father.
Without a glance back at her, Alan left the room, leaving young Jenna crying and with no one to turn to for help...
don't rubbish leh idiot. the way u write it sounds like a story more than a report.
