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Subject: {ASSM} A Teen Slut's Saga, Chapter 3 (M/f, incest, rape, spank)
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THIS story should only be read by adults who understand the difference
between fiction and reality.

This story has lots of edgy sex (edgy  if-it-was-real-it'd-be-illegal)
involved. But they're not real!!! So enjoy with a clear conscience if
you're mature enough!

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A Teen Slut's Saga
By PunkyGirl (punkygirl04 -AT- gmail -DOT- com)

Chapter Three: You Don't Leave Me
(M/f, incest, rape, spank)

Four weeks after fucking his daughter, George's wife left him.

It was just as he'd suspected. The 38-year-old woman had found a
sugar-daddy, a man who worked with her sister who made oodles of money
and was willing to lavish her with gifts. She'd been seeing him for
months, and now he'd proposed. She wanted a divorce, right now.

George was angry, sure. Especially at the way she had told him all
this, so matter-of-factly, so coldly. But he had come to terms with his
wife's adultery weeks before. He'd come to terms with it when
he'd poked his penis into his passed out daughter's cunt. After
fucking the 13-year-old girl, George had become more relaxed, more
content. Sure, his wife was fucking another man. Sure, his daughter was
a whore of a slut who defied him at every turn. But at least Amy was
his. She was his, and no one could change that. He'd proven this when
he'd fucked her, when he'd made her cum in her own bed, when he'd
done all this without the girl even being aware.

And that was the best part. He'd fucked his tramp of a daughter and
she didn't even know he had. In the days following his fucking her,
Amy had been distant, sure, but George had known why: she'd been
afraid of getting busted for being out late and for drinking. He never
did punish her for that, and the stupid little girl probably had no
idea why.  And eventually their relationship had returned to the way it
had been before.

Of course, he didn't really see her the same way anymore. Now when
she was in her PJ's, he envisioned what was underneath them. When she
wore her trampy outfits he no longer criticized. He enjoyed looking at
his daughter's body, even as he completely lost interest in his
wife's. But even though he'd become attracted to his 13-year-old
girl, and even though he didn't mind jacking off to the memory of his
cock planted deep inside her twat, he had no plans on ever doing
anything like that again. He'd proven his point, that she was his.
That was enough.

"We're not good together, George," Mary had said at the end of
her long, cold explanation. "We both know it. I just... I'm willing
to move on. I hope you are, too."

Those were in fact the last words Mary said to him before walking out
of the house, a suitcase gripped tightly in each hand. It was
infuriating to watch her go, and her explanations why were like
meaningless bullshit, but at least he wouldn't have to pay any
alimony. She would be marrying her newfound love the second the divorce
was final.

"Aren't ya even gonna say goodbye to Amy?" he'd called to her
just before she got to the door. The words obviously rattled her, too,
but rather than respond, she just left. A cab was waiting for her to
take her away, away from him.

"Stupid cunt," George said after she was gone.

When Amy got home from school she tried to bolt directly to her room.
Typical teenager, George thought, avoiding her parent at all cost.

"Amy!" he yelled.

He was sitting at the kitchen table, still wearing his overalls and
dirty white t-shirt from work. When she entered the room, he allowed
his eyes to gaze wantonly up and down her tight little body. She was
wearing a loose-fitting green halter-top with thin straps that arched
over her slender shoulders. Her breasts seemed to bulge around the
garment and were the only place where the top was tight on her. Her
belly-button was just barely exposed, and her jeans were tight and
light-blue and low riding.

Damn, thought George. She must not be wearing panties or I'd see
their waistband. What a slut.

"I gotta tell you something," he said to his slut of a daughter.

She stepped toward him and then, with her eyes to the floor, sat down
across the table from him.

He stared intently at her face. She wasn't looking at him. Her hair
framed her youthful, oval face. Her expression was one of typical
teenage annoyance.

"Your step-mom," he said matter-of-factly, "left."

She looked up at him in surprise. "What?" the girl asked.

"She left. She's not coming back. She found a new man, she's
gone."

George was surprised at his girl's sudden tears. Suddenly he realized
that though he'd been ready for this, Amy hadn't had this luxury.
She probably hadn't imagined that her step-mom could leave.

"Why didn't she say goodbye?" the girl said, her lower lip
trembling.

"Look, I know you see her as your mom, but she wasn't your mom,"
George said quickly. "Mary, well, shit. She never treated anyone
right, not you, not even me."

Amy was sobbing into her hands now. She was blubbering something like,
"Why did she leave? Why did she leave?"

George didn't know what to do. Fuck, he thought, she's genuinely
upset. Forgot the whole thing about Mary being the only mom she's
ever known. Shit.

Suddenly he stood up and went to the fridge. His daughter was still
bawling when he placed a cold long-neck in front of her.

"Drink that," he said.

The girl stopped crying for a moment. George felt awkward. He wanted
her to handle her grief the way he always had, and if she didn't,
well, he didn't know what to do. Hug her? Kiss her? Tell her
everything is going to be all right? That wasn't possible.

Amy stared at the beer. Her cute young face was stained with tears, and
she looked up at him, then back at the bottle. Her expression was
enough to break his heart, and he had to remind himself what a nasty
little bitch she really was in order to retain his composure.

Finally, and to his great relief, she gripped the frosted bottle and
placed its opening to her lips. He cracked open one for himself, too,
while his little girl drank greedily at her beer. He sat back down and
looked at her.

"She wasn't really my mom," Amy said after her beer was almost
finished, "but... you know, why didn't she say goodbye? She was...
didn't she love me?"

She was getting ready to cry again. George stood up, got her another
beer, and as she began to drink it he said, "She's a bitch, Amy.
She never cared about you or me. This guy she's leaving me for,
she's going to him because he's got money. She don't give two
shits about him, either. Trust me."

The next hour was spent like that: Amy, wearing her tight little outfit
and alternately wailing and speaking philosophical while George gave
her beer after beer and tried to answer his little girl's questions.
By the time she finally had to go to the bathroom the girl had probably
drank as much beer as she'd cried tears.

And now George's cock was hard. His wife had left him but his
daughter was here, and damn, the memory of her tight pussy around his
dick was impossible to forget. And he was getting her drunk, too. Maybe
he could get her as drunk as she'd been that night a few weeks before
when he'd fucked her passed out body. Boy did he want to! He began to
rub himself between his legs just as Amy returned to the kitchen.

She froze when she saw him. George hadn't heard her enter, but he
grinned at her expression. She seemed surprised and embarrassed, and
she even stepped back as if to go away.

"Wait," he said to her. She stopped moving, and just stared.

He began to unzip his pants. "Get over here," he demanded. Might as
well treat her like the slut she was, he reasoned. She was definitely
drunk by now, and so was he. A drunk slut like her probably wanted cock
more than anything, and he would be happy to oblige.

Her reaction to the sight of his dick wasn't what he'd expected.
She was horrified!

"I'm leaving," she blurted. She then spun around and bolted from
the kitchen.

George had only a second to think about it but that second made him
angry. How dare she look at him like that, like he was some sort of
monster? He jumped out of his seat and ran after her.

When he got to the front door it was slamming shut. He gripped the
doorknob and yanked the door open, then marched across the porch and
jumped over the rocky inlet that separated it from the grass. Amy had
nearly made it to the street when he grabbed her, right in the middle
of the front lawn.

"NO!" she cried. She was squirming and fighting him.

Why? Because she saw him rub himself a bit? Because he'd taken out
his cock in front of her? She had no reason to be so defiant! A slut
like her should be used to seeing cock! Wasn't his good enough for
her?

George growled into her ear, "BE QUIET!"

He dragged her, literally kicking and screaming, back into the house.
When the door shut he finally let her go, but he smacked her hard
across the face right after.

"YOU DON'T RUN OUT ON ME YOU STUPID SLUT!" he growled. He saw the
fear in her eyes just before he cracked her across the face again. She
fell to her knees and whimpered.

He was breathing heavily. She looked so innocent, so much the victim.
But he knew better. He'd just fed her three or four beers, and
she'd drunk them like a pro. She knew how to drink because she knew
how to party, and if she knew how to party she knew how to fuck. She
was a slut of a whore, just like her step-mom, just like her real mom,
actually.

Suddenly George grabbed the crumpled up, whimpering girl, and carried
her up the stairs to his bedroom. She squirmed futilely against him the
entire way. When he got to his bed, he sat down abruptly and forced her
young body across his lap.

"Why do you have to defy me all the time?" he demanded, just before
his open hand smacked across her denim-covered ass. "Why do ya gotta
be such a bad girl? Things aren't hard enough for me, you gotta make
them worse? Huh?"

She shrieked and cried, but he just kept on spanking her. God, did it
feel good! Every smack of his hand against her butt was like an orgasm,
a great release. It'd been way too long since he'd spanked this
little bitch, and boy did she need it. She'd deserved a good spanking
for a long, long time. Suddenly, though, George wanted to spank her
properly. Fuck the pants, he though as he stared at her round little
ass. Why did she deserve even that layer of protection?

George gripped his daughter's red hair in his beefy hand and yanked
her small, fragile frame off from his lap, tossing her body to the
side. She shrieked at the sensation. Good, George thought. While she
whimpered and moaned and blubbered he cursed into her young face as his
free hand unbuckled, unzipped, and ultimately pulled down her pants.

"You need a bare-ass spanking you dirty slut, you stupid whore," he
grumbled as he pushed her helpless body across his lap again once her
pants were off. "You think your fucking whore of a step-mom leaves
me, you can take advantage of me? You can treat me like shit because
you feel sad? No sympathy bitch, no sympathy from me you stupid
cunt..."

He cracked his hand down upon her now bare ass, and felt his cock jolt
at the moment of impact. It jumped up inside his jeans and pressed
against her soft belly.

"You're a stupid fucking slut," he declared whilst she wailed,
"a stupid whore, a fucking bitch!" He was yelling these things for
his own benefit. It felt good to yell at her while he hurt her-it
reminded him he was in control.

His hand clapped down onto her round, now reddened, ass. She had quit
squirming to get free. Now she was only squirming from the pain.

George spanked her a few more times.

"Your step-mom is gone," he finally panted after a dozen or so
blows. "Just you and me now. And I ain't gonna take any defiance
anymore. You got that? NONE!"

He had let go of her, but the young girl was still lying across his
lap. His cock was like a diamond, remorselessly hard, and poking up
into her belly. Did she realize this? Did she care? Or was the idea of
him getting hard turning her one (could she be that much of a slut)?

"Fuck you."

Her words sent a streak of renewed anger up George's spine. Without
thinking he pushed her, sending her limp frame to the floor with a
thud. A moment later he was beating her ass with his hand once again.

The things he screamed now no longer mattered. As he spanked her ass he
realized he had to fuck her. That would teach her. Like the night
she'd come home drunk, and he'd had to teach her a lesson: she'd
been unconscious, but boy had he taught her a lesson. Right now she was
awake, probably a little drunk, and behaving like a defiant, bitchy
little whore. He had to teach her a lesson. He wanted to.

So while he pressed her youthful face into the floor with one hand, he
took out his cock and pressed it against her ass cheeks with the other.
Moments later he had his dick planted inside her pussy. It was a dry
entry, and she struggled against it, but George just saw this as a
challenge. His little girl, half-naked and with a reddened ass and
trying to squirm away from his cock...

"This is what fucking cunts like you deserve!" he cried.

She whimpered profusely while he fucked her doggy-style. He gripped his
powerful hands around her waist and slid them up her body, under her
shirt, until he could play with her tits. God, what great tits. They
felt so good in his hands, especially while his cock was deep inside of
her.

She moaned and cried and begged for a while, but it wasn't long
before she got wet and began to shiver with each thrust he made. George
could feel the quivering of her cunt deep inside her pussy, and he
smiled and grunted triumphantly at the sensation. He'd wanted to
punish her, but now he loved that she was enjoying that punishment.
With a groan of satisfaction he erupted inside her young little cunt,
and after he finished cumming inside her twat he spanked her now
swelling ass a few more times. It was perfect.

George's elation quickly faded, however. As he stood up breathing
heavily and trying to catch his breath, the sight of his 13-year-old
daughter crumpled up in tears on the floor with her ass reddened and
with his semen leaking out from her pussy, his drunken anger turned to
drunken remorse. He didn't feel guilty about punishing her. No, the
brat had definitely deserved it. His guilt stemmed from the sudden
realization that, once again, he'd fucked her. He, her own father,
had just fucked her, even after swearing to himself that it had been a
one-time thing.

But she'd tried to leave him. On the day his wife had left him! It
had just become a two-time thing, then. So what?

"Don't ever try to leave me again, you little brat. You don't get
to leave me. You're mine," he breathed heavily at the shriveled up,
whimpering girl. Finally he grabbed her and carried her to her room,
dumped her in her bed, then went downstairs to have a few more beers.
The beers helped: by the time he was drunk enough to pass out the guilt
had dulled considerably.

END OF CHAPTER THREE

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