Cursed To Be A Stepdaughter

Chapter 3

Simamkele's pov:

If it were any other day,I'd want to sit at home and rest properly before college  but I just want to go to school and not think about my problems

"You're not going to school because I said so and I am the boss of you" no you're not! Damn lockness monster. I couldn't say that out loud now,could I?

"Yes daddy" yep,that's what I was instructed to call him,daddy. At first I refused of course and guess what?I learnt how to do a blow job,exciting isn't it?not

"Now go and get changed into something more appropriate" he waved me away. Something more appropriate? I was wearing an ankle length skirt with a hoodie. I really thought hiding my body would make me seem less attractive. He carried on watching a show about politics and the government. He's a politician,we get it,but everyday? I went upstairs and stripped my clothes. My main aim today was to go to school but he took my phone and I missed my alarm,just so he could take advantage of me while the others were at school. By morning,everyone knew of my mother's death because she was the wife of a politician. The police came here and asked all of us questions and for some reason I was the main suspect. Our alibi wasn't that strong,there was four of us in the house and then the burglar came in and found mom and dad downstairs,then he stabs dad and then when mom tries to get him away from dad,the burglar stabs mom continuously? I would have come up with something better than that. When they asked me where I was when they were screaming,I had to lie and say I had snuck out to see my boyfriend. Which boyfriend? The first and last boyfriend I had was Snethemba. My brother apparently thought they were just fighting like they always do. Why would someone steal in a highly fenced house,in the daylight?

"I hate my life,but,I hate myself more" I repeat the same words I've said since I woke up this morning. I am officially an orphan. I look at my vagina in the mirror and it looks like someone beat it up. After raping me and breaking my virginity,he made me wash the sheets that had blood on them because it was my fault. He didn't care about the pain between my thighs. Boys here have never found me attractive because I look white. I know that's a lie,dad of the year has threatened them that they'll die if they touch me,but now I know why he did that,he wanted me all for himself. My mom was Xhosa so I understand why my hair wanted to be rough but it fell more on the curly side so my cut looked a little weird,in a cute way.

"Princess" he barged in saying that. Nobody was at home. The damn house keeper took a leave and would only be back on the day of the funeral. Rambolina was at her daughter's house in South Africa and my so called brothers were at school. I quickly covered my pubic area with my small hands "it's nothing I haven't seen before so open up,I'm hungry" doesn't this man get tired? He literally did this,this morning. "On the bed princess" he instructs and I walk up to him,as if I'm about to kiss him,he grabs my waist and I take the chance to knee his balls. He crouches down holding his balls. I run out to go to Palesa's old room and lock myself in there. I can hear his heavy steps hitting hard on the floor. I crawl to the closet in the room and she left a few clothes. I take blue shorts and her old ANC t-shirt and wear them.

I can hear banging on the door but I don't dare move. I pick up a book under a red dress. 'Fantasy by Rosie Hernandez'-this looks interesting. I open the first page and the words on the first page increases my desire to read this book. The girl,Brinette,is from a small family of four and her parents are rich but they treat people who are at lower standards like peasants basically. There's a big bang in the room and I coop myself up in a corner,with my legs to my chest. Fear runs through my veins. I'm not scared of him but what is about to happen to me,once again

"Thought you could hide from me baby?" he looks at me with a smirk. At least I tried,what's the use of fighting if I live with the guy? I don't know,but,I definitely won't back down without a fight. I run out of the closet but it was definitely a bad choice because he grabbed my leg and I fell face first. Guys,I'm an athlete so these types of physical activities don't do nothing to me except get my blood running. I was still trying to recover from my fall when he slapped me hard. I just decided there and then that it is just better to lay on the floor like I'm dead. He pulled the little curly hair that I had on my head because it had been a long time since I had a haircut and my hair grows really quickly. It hurt like fuck. I wanted to scream but it was no use,so I didn't. I crawled behind him and he led me to his room,locked the door behind him and left me there with my thoughts.

When he came back,in his hands was a rope and a sjambok. If you submit to his orders,he'll be less aggressive towards you. I thought to myself but my heart didn't agree with that. I need to fight for myself,like I've always done. He grabbed my arm and threw me on top of the bed,his bed was comfy,unlike mine which was worn out and probably served it's purpose 20 years ago. He tied my legs to the bed post, I tried kicking but he sat on top of my stomach. It was like he was now immune to my defense. I could've ran away but I don't have friends around here,my only friends are the ones from school. I slap him and he smiles,why is he fucken smiling? He takes his sjambok and whips my now bare chest. I can feel the pain spread through my body. My body runs cold as he whips my stomach.

"Will you hit me again?" he asked holding the end of the sjambok.

"No daddy" I replied biting my bottom lip,not because I wanted to be sexy,but I was holding in tears that were ready to flow. This shit hurt like hell. He continued tying me up like I'm an animal. When he was done my legs and hands were tied to each bedpost. I was naked and he was about to feast on me. I screamed my lungs out when he forcefully entered me when I wasn't expecting it. The leather of the sjambok came into contact with my face.

"Scream again and you'll be punished" he pulled a chain like thing "this baby girl is a nipple clamp,it'll hurt just a little" he fasten it on my nipples and I muffle a scream. It feels like he just stopped blood from entering my boobs "these are perfect" he squeezes one of my breasts. He then whipped me with a sjambok all over my body,all I could do is let the tears roll down my cheeks as he carried on molesting me. Never have I thought that I'd get raped in my mother's bedroom by the man she trusted so much. My whole body feels like I'm in hell of some sort. He pulls on the nipple clamps and it feels as if they get tighter when he does that. He puts his manhood into my mouth and gags me till I feel the air leave my body. After what feels like a million years,the torture stops. When he unlocks the nipple clamps the blood rushes back and I scream at the pain it causes. He forces me to drink some pills and I comply,I don't want to get pregnant with a mini monster.