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Another boring night with my stepfather, I grumbled within me.

  "Alicia!"

"Speak of the devil," I muttered at the holler of my name, as my stepfather barged in. "-Dad,” I got up nervously, and he shut me up with a growl.

   "Don't Dad me, you fool! What in Bleep sake did you serve me?" He showed the cornbread to me.

  "I'm sorry, Dad, but that's all we have." I managed to say, and his anger grew.

  "That's all we have?!"

  I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Y-yes,"

"And why are you shaking?! Am I doing anything to you?"

"N-no," I stammered and moved backwards, as he followed.

"You're not scared of me, are you?" He chuckled softly, rolling his eyes at me, as I caught him staring at my nips which were already sticking out from the night gown I had on.

Dang it! I should have worn PJ's instead, I thought as I felt the back of my soles hit the bedpost.

There was no where to go, and before I could say a word, my stepfather had already wrapped his arms around me, moving them on my backside - he gave my butt cheeks a soft press as he whispered in my ear. "Mm, you're so beautiful - so sweet!"

I shuddered in his arms; the bulging muscles of his masculinity almost suffocating me, as I remained still, for fear he would shout.

"Oh, my," He let out a chuckle, nibbling on my ear.
 
  My stepfather was a mean man, and never for once did he care about me or my existence... so why now?!

He was the selfish type, and I couldn't help but wonder how Mum had fallen in love with his kind. Dad was way better - or would have been better if I had gotten to be with him for so long.

I couldn't believe today was the day that I was to lose my virginity; not to the man I love, but to my own stepfather. This world is so cruel. I wish Mum and Dad were alive. Tears trickled down my cheeks, as I made to plead.

  "Dad,"

"How many times have I told you not to call me that?" He questioned aggressively, and pushed me on the bed.

  "Dad. Dad, please stop!"

"Oh, I've not even begun," He parted my legs roughly and got between them. "Oh, look how scared you are, my kitty." He said with a naughty smile.

"Dad..."

"Oh, no, no, baby. For tonight, call me... DADDY!"


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mansakhalifa:
Looks like we are on to some raunchy read here...

Rated 18+ by the Nigerian Writers Association.

Ciara9251:
I enjoy writing 18+ stories... It actually allows me make use of my imagination. But don't worry, it will be moderate... but INTENSE!


Slip of the tongue

mansakhalifa:
A premeditated 'slip of the tongue'.

Maybe you should try landing a job with one of those magazines then...

That should provide you with a viable avenue to further indulge in your rather sensuous passion.

queenitee:
Hereeeeeee. Good morning ��

mansakhalifa:
So... what's up with this thread...?

EkopSparoAyara:
273 views!!!

iLegendd:
Ciara9251, thanks for mentioning me. Could you kindly remove my name when next you're mentioning people? I'm not a fan of that.

Thank you for doing so and stay blessed. Happy new year.

Ciara9251:
The words were just too much. The longest I've ever written. I had to delete, edit, delete again, add... oh, gosh. Things like that. I'm sorry if you think it took so long.

Ciara9251:
Sure, hon. That's not a problem. It's really cool that you're being honest. Too bad you're gonna miss the happy ever after part... Awe. And too bad you took it serious. I wrote this not to cause any harm, but some people can't differentiate between fiction and reality. Oopsie. Have a nice day, Mr. Saint.

iLegendd:
Thanks for your understanding. Not many Nigerians listen as you do. I appreciate. Keep it up.

mansakhalifa:
I see you are having a torrid time putting it together.

But we are here for the long read. Fire on.

bukxy:
First time i'm reading ur story ,
i must say,u did a great job writing this.
kudos!
still waiting for the other parts.

Ciara9251:
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  The name's Alicia. I'm an orphan who has got no one but a horrible stepfather who wastes no time in making life a whole lot difficult for her. I was born with a silver spoon, but unfortunately, I lost my parents before I even turned eighteen. I didn't get to know my dad really well as he died just before I clocked eight. Mom never made me feel any different as she showered me with all the love that I could ever ask for. And even when she got married again, she didn't stop. I was only twelve, and I was really happy that I was going to have a father again, totally unaware what the future held.

  When mom got married to my stepfather, I never expected him to be more of a grump. I was looking forward to having a father-daughter bond with him, but things didn't go as I wished.

  Three years after my mom was married to Ian Young, she grew terribly ill and was diagnosed with cancer. I was so heartbroken when my stepfather broke the news to me, and I could see he felt not a single pain at the thought of my mother on the brink of death. I could see right through his eyes, but my dearest mother, who was deeply in love with this man couldn't see what her little girl was seeing. At that time I knew not what glioblastoma meant, but when I asked my science teacher what it was, he gave me just the answer I needed, giving me the chills at the thought of my poor mother dying anytime soon. There wasn't anything that I could do... not even the doctors, as my mom had hidden it for quite long. She died a year later, and I was left with no one other than my stepfather, who always found a way to make my life miserable.

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  "Alicia!!"

  "Not again!" I shook my head in annoyance and tossed the broom to the side.

  "Alicia!"

  "I'm coming. Oh, I'm coming." I answered hurriedly and left what I was doing.

  I was a maid in my home now, and there wasn't anything I could do about it.

  "Alicia, where is my credit card?"

  I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I don't know. Who would have taken it, anyway?" I stifled a laugh, pleased that my plan of getting him on edge was working. Just who does he think he is trying to frustrate me? Serves you right, stepfather!

  "You don't know?" His teeth clenched as he asked, and I said nothing. "You don't know, huh?" He repeated, expecting me to say something, which I did.

  "I said, I... don't... know!"

  I refused to be shaking, not this time. The girl he had known to be fearful, died the very night he laid his filthy hands on her.

  "Ugh. I see you've grown wings overnight. Have you?"

  "Yes, I have!"

  He raised his hand to hit me as the sound of the doorbell came, making him lower his hand. "You should count yourself lucky, Miss!" He said, making to answer the door, as he ordered me not to leave the study room.

  I didn't know what had come over me to snap at him like that. I wasn't raised in that manner, and it was certainly not the way my mom would have want me talking to someone way older than me. I was getting bolder by the minute, and less scared compared to the 'old' me. My vengeful side grew with each day, and I wished to get back at him for every pain he caused me, and for making me look like a broken toy in the hands of its owner. I had no one to talk to, not even my boyfriend, Richard. I avoided him most, and I could tell he was starting to notice.

  "Mr. Young, is Alice home?" I heard a familiar voice ask, and I moved out of the study room, forgetting all about my stepfather's order.

  "Richard?" I chimed in before Ian could make a sentence about me not being home.

  Ian was the name I called him now as I lost every respect I had for him. So, now, he's just a man who doesn't respect a woman's feelings in my eyes.
 
  "Alice -" He called, a faint smile escaping my lips as I ran upstairs, hoping he wouldn't run after me.

  I wasn't ready to give answers to any question that morning, and was certainly not ready to tell him about Ian and I.

  Ian, on the other hand, wouldn't stop getting me irritated all the time. We would make out frequently, and even when I was tired, he still wouldn't stop. I was starting to wonder if my life was really what it was, and wished he'd just disappear so I could have back my once peaceful life where I wouldn't have to worry about anyone wreaking havoc or being such a nuisance.

  "Uh, you were really hot today, my baby,"

  "Yeah." I gave a laconic reply to his compliment as I made to sit up. Well, if he's looking for something other than that, then he's a fool.

  "Just yeah?" He pulled me down on him and ran his fingers on the back side of my neck.

  "Why? Were you expecting something else?" I shrugged and pulled away from him totally.

  "Oh, come on, baby. After the series of hot sex we had, do you still have to go about that?"

  "Yes, Ian. And you know why?!"

  "Well, tell me." He sat up and fixed his gaze on me, as I made sure to leave no part of my body uncovered.

  "Cause I hate you. I hate everything that you've put me through!" I spat with a disgusted look and made to get out of bed, as he hand came on mine.

  "You know, if your mother were to be alive, you wouldn't dare utter such in my face."

  "Exactly, stepfather! If my mother was here, I wouldn't be stuck in this situation!" My face reddened at the mention of my mother's name, as pain and shame flushed over me, little teardrops breaking free from their glands.

  He let go of my hand, seeing how angry and hurt I was, and he made to comfort me, as I gave him no chance - getting up to my feet, I picked up my clothes from the floor and left his bedroom before he came saying anything else.

  For the rest of the day, I didn't talk to him nor did he. I stayed up in my room, not coming downstairs just so I wouldn't have to face him or say anything that'd get him really mad. I just wanted to be left alone, and I was starting to miss the outside world; Richard not excluded. I wished to be with him again, to feel his arms around me once more, and to tell him everything that I have been going through under the brute of my stepfather. I just couldn't bring myself to. I loved Richard Miller so and I didn't want him getting hurt... not because of me.

  Richard and I have been together right from kindergarten. And even in highschool, we were never apart. He was always there for me; like a brother, he was there; a best friend, he was also there for me - he's always been there for me, and I knew not telling him everything that has been going on, was the safest way for him not to get caught up in the middle... and for me not to lose him.

  The thought of him ran through my mind all morning as it gave me comfort. "I shouldn't be shutting him out," I said to myself as I thought in bed. ...not in this way, I thought inwardly again. I'm so sorry, Richard. I wish I could tell you everything, but this is for the best. I hope one day when things get really  better, we will be together again. I promise.

  "Looks like you're in a mood," The annoying voice of my stepfather made me realize he was present.

  "One reason you should stay away from me," I gave a shrug and faced the other side.

  The soles of his shoes made an irritating noise on the carpet as he made towards to me. "You know, you should stop being so stubborn and let me do whatever I want with you,"

  "Cause I'm not your daughter?!" I turned to face him. "Tell me, stepfather. If your daughter was having an affair with a man about your age, would you have supported her?!" I asked with annoyance, and he replied with a chuckle.

  "Well, why not? Everyone's got a choice to make."

  "God! You're so unbelievable!" I scoffed and got up from where I laid. "You can have fun staying here. I'm going downstairs."

  "Not without a kiss," His hands came around my waist as he pulled me backwards, making me shout.

  "Dad!"

  "Oh, don't stop calling me Ian now," He tickled me and I couldn't help but laugh.

  He swooped me up in his arms and turned around, as he made to place me on the bed.

  "Dad, I need to eat," I grumbled, knowing what he had in mind.

  He leaned closer and whispered in my ears to be quiet, as I didn't dare object, lest he used the whip on me for my silliness. I  parted my legs for him, watching him take his belt off, as I laid, praying he'd take it easy on me this time.

  "Ready?"

  I didn't know what to say but nodded instead. I was ready for whatever that I came, as I felt light kisses on my legs. Is he actually being gentle? I laid still, though surprised.

  He moved his closed lips up my right, planting sweet kisses on my inner thigh, while his fingers worked themselves on the other.

  Having done that, he wasted no time giving pleasure to my left leg, as he took a nibble on the fleshy part, and then looked up at me. "Painful?"

  I tightened my lips and nodded slightly. I remembered I had no pant on... that I had taken them off earlier when I wanted to feel free. He gave a naughty grin at the sight of my glistening trimmed pussy; the fleshy mound in between perfectly revealed from where it stood, its surface already wet from the gentle touch, as I made too cover my legs at the sight of his lustful stare.

  "Just stay still," He spoke softly, having no hard time locating my hot centre.

  He gave a light press, gently applying pressure on it, and then a pinch, as I trembled and moaned. "Oh!"

  He withdrew his hand and looked up at me again. "Does it hurt?"

  Well, that's a first. Why is he being so nice today? I wondered and uttered no word, letting him play with his toy.

  I felt his hand slide into my entrance, my walls ready to welcome him, as he began thrusting, slowly at first, then faster at the insertion of another, while his thumb worked on my throbbing "c".

  I could feel two hungry fingers inside of me, a third sliding smoothly in, followed by another; the whole slipping in and out of me at once, as my cavity felt like they were going to explode having them all in. "Ah-ahh-ahhh!" Moans of pleasure filled with pain, graced the hot air as I couldn't stop myself from dancing to his tune.

  I was so lost, till the point I didn't know when my moans grew louder, caring not if people nearby could hear. My orgasm was gathering up really fast, and I knew that there was no way I could hold on much longer, as it won't be long before my juices came flowing onto the bedsheets.

  I braced myself, grabbing the sheets, my eyelids glued shut, as I felt something warm move out of me, followed my Ian's hand.

  I breathed heavily, hoping that wasn't the last, as Ian brought his lips on my wet entrance, like he had read my mind, and began sucking wildly like his life depended on it. I could tell he was enjoying himself, and the way my legs moved all over his face turned him on even more. He did nothing but tease me all day, and I loved the fact that he didn't have to use that wholesome 6-inches of his inside of me, else I would have gone short of breath.

  I was enjoying the new him to my surprise, and I wondered what my poor mother would say if she saw her daughter and her husband having the best time of their lives on her matrimonial bed.

  Know this. All this started with me not running away from home, and with me not telling anyone about what was going on inside. I was becoming more like Ian... if not worse.

  Even though a part of me didn't like what I was up against, the other wished to be Ian's submissive slave, not caring who got hurt in the end.

  One day, I gathered up courage to visit Richard, only for me to find out that he and his family had already moved away. I was dumbfounded and hurt, knowing he didn't even get to say goodbye.

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  "Hey,"

  "Hey." I sat up and got my hands in one fold.

  "Thought I might bring you some snacks. You've been in here for so long," He spoke nicely, placing the tray on my legs.

  I looked at the smoothie and crackers, as that same feeling came again -

  "Excuse me." I got the tray off my legs and rushed into the bathroom, as I began throwing up in the sink, my inside feeling really hot.

   "You okay there?" Ian walked in, and I didn't know what answer to give; Was it to tell him that I was puking for the third time, or I was sick of him not telling me things?

  "You are definitely mocking me, aren't you?" I looked up with a weary smile and looked down again - this time sprinkling water on my face to keep it cool. "Why didn't you tell me that Mr. Miller and his family moved away?" I asked the minute I turned the water off.

  "Who? You mean Richard's family?"

  I snapped at him, so fed up of his pretence. "Don't act so dumb. I know you and the Miller's are pretty close." I said with eyes rolling.

  "And even if I did tell you, and even given you the letter he had sent, what would you have done? Follow him?!" He questioned with rage, and my eyes widened.

  "Richard sent a letter? R-Richard sent a letter?!" I questioned twice, not believing he had kept it from me. "Why didn't you tell me that Richard came to say goodbye? Why, stepfather?!" I shouted on top of my voice as my heart felt heavy at the thought of me not seeing him for the last time.

  "It'd make no difference..."

  "Oh, hell, it would!" I snapped at him and staggered backwards, clinging to the sink. "Are you really this selfish?"

  "Yes, Alice. I am! I'm so selfish that I can't let any man have you but me!" He yelled and gripped my hand. "That letter was better off in ashes than in your hands. Yes, Alice. I made sure I got rid of it."

  "What? Oh, no. Now I'll never know what he wrote. How could you do such a thing? You're so heartless! I hate you so much. I hate you!" I ranted and began hitting him, as he made no effort of pushing me off. "Why are you standing there? Come on, hit me. I said, Hit me!"

  "Alice!"

  "Just leave me alone! I never want to see you again. Just go!" I gestured to the door, and he made no utterance but left like I had ordered him to.

  I couldn't believe Richard was gone. Where was I to see him? I never should have pushed him away. I never should have! I cried all day, feeling sorry for my mistakes. And for hurting him without knowing.

  The next morning, the same thing that happened the previous day happened again, leaving me with no other option than to go see a doctor.

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  "How old are you again?" The doctor asked, and I answered, having nothing in mind.

  "I'm 18,"

  "Have you had sex before?"

  My lips quivered, and I looked down at my fingers as they trembled nervously. Why is she asking me all this? "I-I don't know where you're getting at, doctor. What has this got to do with me being unwell?"

  "Well, Ms. Jones, you're three weeks pregnant." She broke the news to me, and my jaw dropped open.

  "I'm sorry, what?"

  "Yes. The test here shows that you are." She handed the paper to me, as my eyes got fixed on it, not believing the records. "But... but it can't be possible, Doctor. I-I can't be pregnant, right?"

  "Doctor Lopez," A nurse called to our attention. "We have an emergency -"

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  I still held the paper in my hand as I walked down the hall. How will Ian react when he gets to know about this? No! I can't tell him. I can't let him know about this baby. I can't. Tears rolled down my face, and I wiped it off so no one will see it. You're three weeks pregnant... the doctor's voice echoed in my ears. I couldn't believe I was carrying a child inside of me - one to call my own. I was really happy about it, and at the same time, scared; scared of being denied. But the thought of having my child being raised by a delusional man scared me the most. I wished for a better future, one he'd grow up to be better... or she. Whatever the baby came out as.

  I reached home, finding Ian already at home, as he asked me where I had gone to, and I gave a reply. "I went to the mart," I showed him the grocery bags.

  It was a good thing that I had stopped by the mart and bought some things that I'll be needing for my journey. Ian bought the lie and gave me a 'welcome' kiss, as he left for his study room.

  I quickly rushed upstairs and packed a few of my things, tiptoeing quietly down the stairs, as I caught sight of him at the door.

  He made towards me with a wicked grin carved on his face, as my heart raced faster. "Just where do you think you're going?"

  "N-nowhere," I stammered and moved backwards.

  "Doesn't seem like it," He smirked, and I gathered up courage to speak.

  "I'm leaving Ian. I can't stay here anymore...'

  "You ungrateful child!" He thundered and grabbed a hold of my hand, as the rage in his eyes could be clearly seen.

  He pulled me with him as a sharp groan escaped my lips. "Dad, stop!"

  He didn't listen...

  His hand tightened on me as he dragged me against my will. He snatched my bag from me and lifted me up on his shoulder, as he carried me all the way up.

  I was really terrified about what he was going to do, and I felt really helpless, having no one rescue me from the devil's grasp.

  I pleaded for him to let me go, but he remained stubborn, slamming my body on his bed, as he came on top of me with full force, ripping my clothes off like an animal that he was.

  He pushed my legs apart, getting my pant ripped off in just a second, as he brought his briefs down, releasing his enormous head from the comfort of his boxers, and drove roughly into me, showing no mercy.

  I had never seen this rage in him before, not even when he got so mad at me. I knew at this point that I was going to pass out. And before I knew it, my eyelids rolled on each other... and that was it.

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TO BE CONTINUED

mansakhalifa:
Whew! Too vivid.

Done with this... moving to the next.