by YD La Mar
I look over at the clock on my nightstand and it tells me I’ve only been napping for a couple of hours. Ugh. Rubbing my eyes, I get out of bed to make my way towards the restroom in the hallway.
I run into a hard body and hands grab me before I can fall on my ass. Blinking a few times, I see that it’s Daddy. He’s home early.
He’s leering at my body and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. Daddy usually does his dark deeds in my bedroom at night, not in broad daylight.
“You’ve grown into your body real well, baby girl. I can’t wait to stick my dick into you tonight.” Before I can even think to say anything, a scream comes from behind him.
“I fucking knew it! You whore! You’re the one he’s been seeing behind my back. Is this what you two do when I’m not around? Is that why you’re walking around in panties? Reese! My own fucking daughter. How could you!?” My voice is stuck in my throat because I knew the day would come when she would catch us. But she’s making it out like it’s my fault in all this. What the hell?
“Shut it, Oliva. I still stick it in you too, so you have no say in all this. Aren’t you fucking happy? Haven’t I stopped drinking to come home to you?” Daddy is good at one thing, and that is leaving you confused at who the victim is. Manipulation at its best.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now, James? How long have you two been doing this behind my back? You know what? Fuck this. Fuck both of you! You are a bunch of sick fucks that deserve each other!” She sneers at me with a look of betrayal and hurt. My heart hurts for her, but at the same time, I’m pissed because she’s throwing me under the bus. Aren’t mothers supposed to back their kids up? Who is this person before me? This is not the loving mother I grew up with.
She shoves Daddy aside and spits in my face before she turns and goes down the stairs in a hurry. I’m in shock. First Bear turns his back on me, and now my mother. I run to the restroom and lock the door before I break down on the floor and cry into my arms. Tears for the girl I was, tears for the innocence stolen from me, tears for my mother’s betrayal.
I can hear my parents arguing somewhere in the house. She’s throwing things again. I don’t know how much time goes by when I finally hear the front door slam close.
I get up slowly and get in the shower to wash everything off me. Wash all the feelings that I’ve cycled through from what’s happened. How did I get caught up in this mess of a life? I never asked for any of this.
The restroom door opens and suddenly Daddy is in the shower with me. I don't even get to ask him what he’s doing when he turns me around aggressively and shoves his cock in me. Fuck me, how do I find myself in these situations? I’m always being thrown around and shit. Daddy’s hands are grabbing my breasts roughly and it hurts. I feel numb. I’m losing all sense of caring as Daddy plows into me like I owe him for the fit mama gave him. When he’s done, Daddy just leaves me in the shower without a word.
Mama never came back. She up and abandoned me here in this hell I call home for about six months now. I graduated high school, so that’s one less hellhole I have to face at least. Daddy started drinking again. Seems our time together doesn’t make him happy anymore. He wanted his cake and to eat it too. Now he just has me. Sorry, your harem didn’t work out for you Daddy. Sorry, not sorry.
I never saw Bear again, though I’ve tried. I don’t know how it all works, but I barely even dream. My nights are full of fitful sleep with nightmares of my father coming into my room. Then when I wake up and the nightmare comes true. During these times I bury my mind inside myself, feeling numb, feeling like life isn’t worth it anymore. Bear is nowhere to be found to drag me out of the darkness, this void I’ve found myself trapped in. That’s the part that hurts the most. I needed him and he wasn’t there. These personal demons in my head make me feel numb. The voices are mine and they tell me I should just end the misery. When I feel anything at all, it’s only anger and remorse. I hate it, so I turn it off whenever I can. The more Daddy comes into my bedroom, the more numb and lost I get.
I convinced Daddy to let me find a job. I need something more than just this house of horrors. He agreed to let me work part-time at our local coffee shop. The only problem with that is, Daddy is a jealous and possessive bastard. Any time he hears someone flirting with me, he punishes me when I get home.
Sometimes it’s with a belt as a whip, and other times it’s with fists. No matter how angry he gets, he always ends up fucking me until he’s done. I’ve become numb to it all. I used to scream; I used to cry. It only drove his anger higher because he thinks I’m crying out of guilt. When I stopped crying, he would whip me for shorter periods of time and fucks me longer instead. I never win, no matter what I do, so I just leave my mind when he’s at it. My mind goes back to that one dream I had in the flower field. I never did hear what the whispers on the breeze said.
When I’m too far gone, Daddy sometimes slaps my face to bring me back. Then he would stick his dick in my mouth so I can ‘clean up the mess I made’.
One day Daddy, you’re going to have to clean up the mess you made.
One day, Daddy brought someone home for the first time, someone I do not recognize. I hear them talking downstairs about losing some sort of poker bet.
The man is older than Daddy and he smells like he just bathed in a tub full of whiskey.
Tonight, Daddy has his way with me, but he does something different. He caresses my face and stares into my eyes before he tells me to be a ‘good girl’ for his friend. What? You can’t be serious.
I don’t understand what’s going on, but about ten minutes after Daddy leaves, the man from downstairs comes up to my room.
I’m scared, I don’t know this man. He’s wider than Daddy and it makes me feel more vulnerable. The man doesn’t say much, but he smiles a scary smile and turns me over onto my stomach. I remember what Daddy tells me about being quiet, and I try to stifle my screams and fear.
The man takes his fingers and rubs Daddy’s cum into my butt, then sticks his dick in me without so much a word and I feel like I’m being torn in two. I’m caught by surprise and it’s a good thing my pillow is already stifling my screams because I don’t think I can keep quiet with what’s happening. He only pushes into my butt for about five minutes before he lets out a really nasty groan, calling me a “whore girl” and cums into me. When his dick dies down and slips out of me, he turns me around and tells me to make him hard again.
I don’t know what he means, and he slaps me in the face, making me tear up. I cry out for Daddy, but he never answers my cries no matter how many times I say it. I tell myself that the faster I do what the man says, the faster he leaves. He shoves his soft dick into my mouth and I try my best to suck until he’s hard again, even though I want to gag and throw up all over it.
I don’t know how he can get so hard so fast, but he does. Soon enough he’s grabbing the back of my head in his hands, making my scalp hurt as he continues to shove his hard dick into my mouth, making my saliva run down my chin.
When he cums, I just close my eyes and swallow because I just want it to be over. But this man, he’s not like Daddy, he wants to rub his dick all over my face with his cum when he’s done.
“Fuck yes, you little whore, take it. Rub it all over your face and let me know who you belong to.” His words slur and I’m not sure if I’m hearing him right, but I don’t want to say anything to make him hurt me anymore than he already has.
When he’s done, he looks at me a long while before he says something about he wishes he could pee on my face before he exits the room. His words are slurring again. What is wrong with this guy?
Once he’s gone, I make myself throw up and I wash up as best as I can and go back to my room to cry.
What seems about five minutes after lying down, I hear the front door slam and Daddy’s footsteps come toward my room. When will this nightmare end? Isn’t one time enough?
Daddy climbs into my bed and pets my hair, telling me what a ‘good girl’ I
’ve been and starts rocking his hard cock against me. If I’m such a good girl, why doesn’t this stuff stop? Why does it just keep going like a damn nightmare I can’t seem to wake up from?
Silently crying into my pillow, I feel Daddy’s hard cock slide in and out of me until I hear him groan in release.
“You’re such a good girl. Fuck, I can’t stand this shit. I would have never let him touch you if I didn’t lose that stupid poker game. I was so sure I was going to win. But baby, you’re mine and I ain’t going to share you no more. Fuck, this pussy is so tight. This pussy belongs to me and only me.” It’s the last thing I hear when Daddy wraps his hand around my neck and plows into me like he hates me despite him telling me he loves me.
At least Daddy keeps some of his promises. No one else ever came to the house after that. No one visits my room but Daddy.
REESE
One day at work, I heard some customers talking about purchasing a firearm. It sparked my interest. After a few innocent questions, I learn I can get a shotgun, but a handgun requires me to be the age of twenty-one.
I file the information away as I try to calculate how long it would take for me to save up enough money.
When I got home, Daddy tells me he heard I was flirting with some customers at work. I figured he had some sort of spy on me. I expected it. The information I gathered today is worth any punishment Daddy has in store for me.
The sparkle in his eye told me I was in for something extra today. Fists and belts are his usual go to, but today he wanted to introduce me to the knife. It took him a few hours, but when he finally got his anger out and came in me, all I could do was internally let out a sigh of relief. Daddy never hits me in the face where the bruising would be too obvious. I’m glad about that because it would suck if I couldn’t see straight at work. I’m sure he doesn’t want any of the customers or co-workers sniffing around from exposed bruising on my skin. He knows I wear long sleeves, so the rest of my body is a free-for-all.
After cleaning up the blood from my wounds and making Daddy dinner, I walk upstairs to my room to rest. The old scars on my back helped to dull the pain from my new knife wounds.
I wake up to a field of flowers. This place again. It only pisses me off. Something new happens though. A breeze comes through and it sounds like a child’s voice.
“Who else is here? Have you seen Bear?”
“Bear?” The voice makes me jump because it’s coming from right behind my head. Shit.
Quickly turning around, I see a little baby with tiny white wings floating. What the hell? This shit can’t be real. This thing looks like those little baby cherubs you see in books.
“Yeah, Bear. He likes to wear dark cloaks. Likes the taste of souls I hear.” I don’t care who the hell this baby is. I need to find Bear.
The baby’s laugh is hideous, almost cackling. I thought baby laughs were supposed to be cute? Something else happens. I know this is dreamland and all, but I swear I see the thing flickering. Every time it does, the bright peach skin looks blue-black with swirl patterns. Sometimes I think I see bat wings and not little cute fluffy white feathered ones. What the hell is happening here?
I’m pissed because Bear better not be playing games right now. My hand shoots out and I grab the baby demon, or whatever it is, by the neck. I’m not feeling friendly right now. The moment the thing starts choking is the moment its facade of cuteness disappears. Just as I thought.
The thing in front of me is entirely blue-black like I assumed, with scars that form patterns all over its skin. Its little bat wings are fluttering haphazardly as I shake him in frustration. I’m just going to assume it’s a him. I mean, he’s still a little cute with little horns protruding out of his big ass baby head. His little tail is wrapping around my wrist, but there isn’t enough strength in it to do much besides that.
I bring him to my face and ask my question again.
“Where is Bear?” Has the shit life thrown at me tainted me? Probably. I really don’t give a fuck anymore. I just don't want to wake up to my living nightmare before I even figure out what’s going on between the love of my life and myself. Yeah, I want to fucking kill him, but I know I still love him too, despite him breaking my heart. Fucker. What does he do to me?
I think the baby demon is squeaking something, but I must be choking him too hard, so give him one last good shake and sneer before throwing him to the flowery ground. The flowers around him wilt and soon enough the entire field of flowers we’re standing in turns into a barren wasteland. Instead of flowers, it’s sporadic splotches of dead grass. I fucking knew it.
After a few coughs, the baby demon looks up at me with the ugliest expression. His smile. His teeth look like human teeth, but they’re all pointed at the ends.
“The only Bear I can think you’re speaking of is Master Beheraa. Master doesn’t want to see you, but he sent me to check up on you.” He’s smiling that hideous smile of his again, fucking shark teeth and all. I should be scared, but all I am is pissed again.
I scream out to the sky because I just know he’s spying on me. What is up with these men and spying on me?
“Fuck you, Bear! Man up and face me yourself! Don’t be sending me into fake flowery dreams with stupid cupid looking creatures. I don’t need flowers, I fucking need YOU! How could you leave me?! After all we’ve been through together!” I’m screaming to the sky like a damn lunatic. Gah! This man makes me so frustrated! Is this his cheating version of the silent treatment? Fucking juvenile bastard!
The baby demon is cackling again and I’m still high on my anger with Bear that I pounce on him to try and choke him with my frustrations again. The moment I land on him is the moment I wake up tangled in my sheets. FUCK!
I turn my face into my pillow and scream.
BEHERAA
I’m watching Amoora from afar with Reese. I never knew she ended up in this barren wasteland when she wasn’t inside my kingdom. Strangely enough, there always seems to be a field of flowers when she’s here. How anything thinks to grow in this realm is beyond me. But I care not for the insignificant details. What I care about is the fire in Reese’s soul when she grabs Amoora with her little hands.
It should not excite me so. My cock twitches at her demeanors. I should have never devoured that hedonistic demon. I caught him pleasuring one of the tortured souls instead of tormenting. He was a waste of space and so I destroyed him. Now I am burdened and cursed with this phallus that seems to have a mind of its own, especially around Reese. I never used to have these trifling problems, but now I cannot get rid of them. Blasted demon. I should have destroyed him another way. This is what happens when one allows lesser demons to run amuck while I’m out reaping.
Speaking of little demons, my mind brings back a memory of Reese whilst she found herself in my realm again some time past.
Why is she looking at me like this? Reese’s hand slowly climbs my upper limb as we sit on the boulder that separates some of the cavernous hallways in my domain. I have brought her to the farthest caverns to keep her away from the heart of the torturous screams that seem to affect her. I also brought her out to the farthest caverns to keep her from stumbling into trouble if she decides to start roaming the kingdom.
My mind cannot wrap around why this tiny human continues to seek me, to touch me. What is it about touch that draws her?
Why does it feel different this time? What is going on in that little mind of hers?
She has always been attracted to my person like an unseen magnetic force. Is it the lure to death that calls to her soul? During her younger phases, her attraction led to holding my hand and to wrapping her little arms around my body in an attempt to seek comfort. Foolish little human. If only she knew there are no comforts to be found in this realm.
But what is different about now? What has changed? I do not know how I feel about this and I also despise not knowing. It makes me uneasy. I feel my defenses climbing and the need to exact destruction and death stir within me. I slap her lit
tle hand off me and walk away from her, knowing fully well she will always follow where I lead.
Watching Reese now, I can’t take my eyes off her. She is different than when I last saw her. Something has changed. I have yet to understand it, but the change excites me. My thoughts sour and go back to my suspicions. This is why I have stayed away from her. How does she elicit these feelings in me? There must be a catch. She’s wanting to get me off guard. I’ve been reaping more souls to get her out of my mind. I find myself increasing the numbers the angrier I get. It makes no difference to me whether it is their time or not. When I realize what is happening, I get even angrier thinking that this was her plan all along.
Oh, but her fury at Amoora is a thing of beauty. I find that I have been reaping souls specifically from women who look just like her. Does that make me a bastard? Humans would say so, but what do I care of human opinions? I am Beheraa. If I do not reap souls, then who will? The realm of humans would be overrun with unrested and vindictive spirits who will torture the living. I’d rather torture them instead. Or at least find lesser demons who correctly perform their duties.
