The Millionaire Daughter

Aalyiah

Hey guys. Just a warning, this is going to be really heavy. This story will deal heavily with sexual abuse of a child, as well as child pornography. It is to bring awareness though, and I do want to make that distinction. Because I myself suffered from sexual abuse as a young child and up until I was 17. This is NOT for enjoyment, but again to raise awareness to sexual abuse of a child. I hope you like the story.

Stop.

Stop.

Stop!

My body aches at first with the force landed on my ribs. But, as usual, I quickly became numb to the feeling and just cried silently. I just wanted him to stop. My lungs cried to be able to take in oxygen.

"I told you to come straight home after school! Of course, you're too stupid to do as you're fucking told!" My foster father, Jonathan, kept yelling as he kicked me. Then finally he bent and took hold of my shoulders to lift me up and slam me on the ground, his face right in mine.

He wasn't a disgusting man. In fact, he was quite hygienic and clean shaven, being that he was a respected business owner. Nobody knew the monster he was outside of work. Nobody knew, but I knew. I knew everything he was capable of.

"Go upstairs and wait for me." He growled in my ear.

My eyes shot wide. No. No. Not again. No, it couldn't happen again. I had no choice but to obey his orders, crying as I knew exactly what was to come. I wouldn't be going to school tomorrow. As much as he liked making me suffer by moving, he wouldn't risk anyone finding out what he did to me. He was too smart for that.

Holding myself in a protective embrace, I slowly made my way upstairs and to his room. I waited in the middle of the room for him, my eyes closed tightly in anticipation for what was to come.

Hands slid up my shirt. I was mature for my age, unlike most ten year olds. At nine I had begun wearing a training bra, and now I was wearing a small A size. Quite often, people told me I looked thirteen rather than ten, simply because of my height and early blooming womanly figure.

His hands slid my shirt over my head before he cupped my breasts and squeezed. I wanted to die, and he hadn't even done the worst yet. He was so rough with me, I rarely came out without any bruises.

"You're so beautiful, Aalyiah. You know that, little one?" He ran a hand over my hair, a motion that should have been comforting, but instead brought an unpleasant shiver to my body in reaction of knowing what was to come.

He took out his camera and set it up on a tripod, pushing the record button. "Get up on the bed, little one." He said harshly and dragged me by my hair to pull me onto the bed.

I rested on my knees and waited. I didn't cry, I knew better. I knew it would be so much worse if I were to cry. So I held my tears back to wait until later.

"Belt."

I knew that meant to undo his belt, and without him saying so I also knew it meant to pull his jeans and boxers down. I wanted so badly to burst into tears when his penis came free of his clothes. I hated when he put it in my mouth. It hurt so much, and it tasted disgusting.

He grabbed my hair and forced his penis all the way into my mouth. "Suck, little girl." He demanded and pulled out only to thrust into my mouth against.

I did as I was told, like always. I knew that as much as this hurt and as much as I hated it, it was nothing compared to the beating I would get if I disobeyed him.

I felt the warm, salty liquid hit my tongue and tried to retract myself. I hated the taste so much. He always made me swallow it, though, and punished me if I didn't.

He didn't say anything as he grabbed my hair again and yanked me to lay bent over the bed on my stomach. I cried and screamed, begging for him to stop. I knew what he was going to do. I preferred him forcing his penis in my mouth over this.

A sharp slap cracked on my butt. "Hold still, you stupid slut. You know you like my cock in this whore ass of yours." He chuckled in my ear.

"No." I cried and gripped the sheets. "No, no, I don't. Please. Please don't do this." I begged repeatedly despite knowing the point was moot. He wouldn't listen. He gained pleasure from seeing me in pain. A part of me knew I shouldn't let him feed off of that, another part of me couldn't help it and just wanted to find a way out.

"I love watching you squirm, baby. It makes my cock so hard." I cried. No. I didn't want this. I didn't. I just wanted to be safe. I wanted a real home, with a daddy who loved me, and a bed I felt safe to sleep in.

I screamed when he shoved his penis all the way inside of me. I was too small to handle the size of him. Being around brash women in my life, they always said they bled the first time a man did this to them. I bled every time. How could any woman want this? I didn't understand. It wasn't enjoyable at all.

He kept going, and sped up with every thrust. "You like that, you little whore? Do you want me to come in your little whore pussy? Want me to get you fucking pregnant?"

Tears streamed down my face. No no no. I hated when he said that. He knew I had started my period less than a year ago. A lady at my school had explained to me that now that I'm bleeding I could have babies. I didn't want babies, but Jonathan had seen that as his opportunity to make threats about putting a baby inside me.

Another slap struck my butt, causing me to jump. I just want this to stop, I cried to myself. I wanted a real daddy. A nice daddy. I wanted to be happy.

I know this is really heavy, and many of you who started this probably left early on. I told you this would be heavy stuff. Tell me what you think in the comments and drop a vote as well. Also, check out my other stories "Weakness of a Gang Leader" and "The Wolf and His Prey". Thanks for reading!