October 30th, 2021
The lights had activated twenty-three minutes ago, at which point Nessa’s maid had entered Nessa’s room. Silently, she’d bathed, dried, and dressed Nessa, preparing her for the day’s work, before leaving. Nessa had laid awake too many nights pondering if the maid knew what she was preparing Nessa for each morning. Nessa had concluded, to her dismay, that the maid did know. Two major clues played into Nessa’s hypothesis. Firstly, the maid refused to speak to Nessa, secondly, she avoided eye contact. Once Nessa had made eye contact, the maid’s eyes had been sad.
None of that mattered, not anymore. Today was the day. Nessa’s first visitor would be showing up any moment, and she’d be waiting for him, on her back, in her pink, silk nightgown. I’ll let him get close, and then I’ll make him pay. The room was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescents used to wake Nessa were always replaced by black lights before a customer visited her. It was the queue for her to assume her current position. The furnishings were nothing special, a cheap IKEA wood table sat between Nessa’s bed and her washroom. The table didn’t have chairs, and had what appeared to be scratch marks, presumably from a previous resident being punished. Nessa was brought two meals each day, one around midday, and one late at night, if she was lucky.
Nessa’s muscles contracted in unison, as the door opened. An older man she’d never seen before sauntered in, looking around the room. A nervous chill harassed Nessa’s already tensed muscles as his eyes rested on her. A slight smile crept up his face, as if he could somehow sense her fear. He wore a white, collared, golf shirt tucked in over his enormous beer belly. An unnecessary leather belt was straddled around his khaki shorts. His eyes were sunken, lips chapped. His face had weak, short features, his nose was pimpled and hooked. Casually, the man, maintaining eye contact, pushed the door closed behind him. Nessa jumped as she heard the lock click, trapping her in the room with the short man. Your fate is sealed, creep. He doesn’t know it yet, but he’s the one who’s trapped.
The man walked forward to the foot of Nessa’s bed, and said “Sweetie why don’t sit up so I can get to know you little better.” Obliging, Nessa pulled herself forward, moving her knees under her core, and resting her hands on her thighs. Smiling wide, revealing crooked and yellow teeth, he continued “Well aren’t you cute, my names Ben, darling. What’s your name?”
“I’m Nessa, sir.” She responded, flatly. He’s disgusting.
Taken aback, he moved closer, sitting on the foot of the bed. Giving Nessa a stern, fatherly look “That’s a pretty name, Nessa. But I won’t have any of this sir business. I don’t take our relationship lightly, you see. I’m hoping I can steer you in the right direction, so you can mature into a beautiful woman. Think of me as your mentor, you can call me Ben, or even dad, I won’t mind, my sweet.” I want to cut your smug neck from ear…to ear.
Nessa felt sick, but kept her face blank and her tone even, as she smiled, responding “Okay, daddy, what are you going to teach me?”
Blushing, Ben, in an instructive tone responded “I’m going to teach you what it means to be a good woman. I’ll teach you how to please your man.” His pupils had grown, enormous. “Would you like that, Nessa?” No, you sicko.
Leaning forward, Nessa, in her seductive voice, whispered “Teach me, daddy.” Ben stood, removed his ridiculously tight belt and unzipped his khaki shorts, revealing tight white underpants. Nessa moved her knees out from under her, inching backward. Come get me. As Ben struggled to get his pants down, he sat back down. As his pants finally fell, he moved towards Nessa, belt still in hand. Out of nowhere, Ben’s face hardened. Sitting up, he swung the belt, copper buckle first into Nessa’s left eye. Nessa let out a small grunt, as she thrown onto her back, recoiling from the force of the blow. The unexpected, blinding pain, sent hot tears streaming down Nessa’s cheeks. He caught me off guard. He’ll pay.
“Your first lesson, Nessa, is to not patronize your daddy like a whore. You are not a whore! So, I better not catch you acting like one, no daughter of mine will grow up to be a whore!” Ben shouted, as threw aside the belt. He crawled forward, struggling to get his beer belly over Nessa’s small, curled up frame. He grabbed her shoulder hard, trying to roll her over. “Stop crying, only whores cry. You aren’t a whore, sweetie.” As Ben successfully rolled Nessa onto her back, he shouted “Stop crying! Bitch.” As Nessa wiped her tears, he grabbed her neck with both hands, squeezing as he rested his substantial weight on Nessa’s stomach. I can’t breathe, he’s going to smother me. “Stop, crying!” He screamed. His penis was erect against his tight underwear, pushing against her.
Choking, Nessa rasped “Stop…you freak.” As he started to grind his lower half against her exposed stomach, grip tightening. I need my knife. He’s going to kill me. His eyes were almost fully dilated, spittle dripping from his disgusting mouth. Nessa frantically reached behind her, feeling for the two pillows her knife rested between. I can’t reach. As Nessa’s vision started to blacken, he released his grip, leaning back and taking his weight off of Nessa’s abdomen. He’s not done with me, I still have a chance. As he started to struggle out of his underpants, Nessa slowly inched backwards, saying “I’m sorry for disappointing you Daddy.”
Ben glanced at her for a second, an appraising look on his face, as he responded “I accept your apology. I’m sorry I had to punish you, but I care about my daughter. I don’t want her to act improperly, I don’t want her to become a whore like her mother was.” Nessa found the two pillows, and grasped the small knife as Ben finished removing his underpants. “I think I was too hard on you, Nessa, I think I need to reward you.”
“I’d love that, daddy” responded Nessa, as she tucked the knife behind her back.
Ben moved towards Nessa, forcing her legs apart and tearing off her silk panties. No. Not him. Nessa steeled herself as Ben entered her. Groaning, as he started to thrust in and out. After a few seconds, he fell forward, hooking his arms behind Nessa’s shoulders, letting his obscene wait center on Nessa’s chest. He’s suffocating me, I need to act now!
As Ben continued to thrust, eyes closed, and dropping spittle everywhere, Nessa bit his neck as hard as she could, immediately tasting blood. Ben’s eyes shot open, screaming in agony as Nessa bit deeper. Trying to pull away, Ben removed enough weight for Nessa to get the knife out from behind her. Before he could pull away from her bite, she plunged the knife into the side of his gut, before twisting it. Pig. I hope you suffer.
Ben struggled free of Nessa’s bite, freeing his left arm “You, Whore!” He shouted, punching her in the nose, hard. “I try to teach you how to be a woman, and this how you fucking treat me?” He punched again. Dazed, Nessa put every ounce of her dwindling vigor into pulling out the twisted hook shaped dagger. Ben fell, screaming, to Nessa’s right as the dagger fished out part of his large intestine. Nessa rolled left, hard, pulling the hook to her chest. The guards should’ve heard him by now, I’d meant to do it quietly. Ben’s screams intensified as Nessa rolled off of her bed pulling the trailing intestines with her. Nessa, hit the ground hard, but the endorphins and adrenaline softened the blow. As her head stopped spinning, she heard an alarm sound. As Nessa pushed herself to her feet, she noticed Ben’s intestine, which had wrapped around her chest once. Quickly unwrapping herself, she glanced to the door. Still no guards?
Nessa smiled, as she looked to Ben, writhing in agony, crying profusely as his liquid vitality stained Nessa’s sheets. Serves the sick fuck right. Feeling a burst of rage, Nessa shouted “Hey, Ben, stop crying, you don’t want to be a whore, do you?” Grinning, Nessa picked up the knife, and started to pull. “How about, I make you my bitch? You sick fuck!” Ben’s intestine, offering resistance, started to pull him across the bed as Nessa played tug of war.
Laughing, Nessa pulled the hook-knife out of his intestine, and walked towards Ben who now laid on his back at the edge of the bed. If the guards aren’t going to save him, I’m going to make him pay. His screaming had stopped, but he was breathing as his face paled. Nessa climbed on top of Ben’s stomach, straddling her legs around his beer belly, back facing Ben’s head. Laughing manically, Nessa said “I hope you like reverse cow-girl, daddy.” The alarm was still ringing in a shrill monotone, surely it would deafen any further screams. Cruelly, she shoved the knife into Ben’s exposed, and shriveled scrotal region. As he let out his loudest scream yet, waves of pleasure shot down Nessa’s back. With a wide, toothy grin, Nessa twisted the hook, and pulled up.
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