As my father enters me, I feel like a child again. Laying there, motionless, I can do nothing but face the painfull memories. The disgusting memories that i've tried so hard to ignore for years.
Each thrust is slow and deep. I hear him groan. He wraps a hand around my neck, the other on my right knee holding it open. To start with his touch is repulsively gentle. It makes me feel sick - i'm so incapacitated that I can't even fight off such a gentle touch.
As he continues to fuck me, he gets faster and firmer. His grip on my neck tightens, stranglling me. He beats my insides with his cock and starves me of air with his hands. As he continues like this, I pass out again, leaving him with an utterly limp reactionless body to fill...
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