One look at the young girl and you wouldn't have guessed that
she was one of the many young teenagers across the globe who have
been through sexual abuse. But look again. On her back and arms
were old scars from a time when her unemployed father used to beat
her and abuse her whenever they were at home alone. For a year,
young Jenna (not her real name), kept quiet about this matter, and
refused to answer any questions her mother had asked her. She was
simply afraid her father would do worse to her. This is her
story.
Jenna, 14, was in her room one afternoon. She had come home
immediately after school for a shower and was putting on her
clothes. She knew her father
was at home again. He would sometimes loiter around the
neighbourhood in the day and stay out late into the night. Locking
the door, she began to dress up as she looked at herself in the
mirror.
The unmistakable click of a key being inserted into the door lock
caught her attention. Picking up her clothes from the bed, she
tried desperately to put them on before anyone came here. She knew
it would be her father. He was the only one at home. She froze in
terror, her nightmares coming back to haunt her like they had
countless times before.
Her 45 year-old father, Alan, now stood in the doorway, the door
knob in his hand. He had a fevered and wild look in his eyes that
spoke volumes of what perverse thought he had in mind. Jenna
panicked and tried to push past him and out of the room. But her
father simply held her arms as she struggled.
"Please, daddy. Please don't do this to me," Jenna pleaded. Her
father stared at her, his cold eyes boring into hers. Alan slipped
his left hand under her half-worn blouse and groped for her breast
beneath her bra. His right hand held her as he forced his mouth
over hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth as she gagged...
She could do nothing but endure it. Her father undid the hook on
her bra and his fingers traced the contours of her other breast. He
deliberately pushed her onto her bed where she lay, too horrified
to move. She squirmed under his weight but he only held her to him,
his arms embracing her soft body. His right hand moved down her
chest, down her belly, over her crotch and down into her vagina.
His nails hurt her and tears streamed down her rosy cheeks.
"Please.." she begged him to stop. Alan inserted his 2 fingers into
the warm and moist private part as she cried out in genuine pain.
Jenna tried to push his
arm away, but his other hand squeezed the mound of her left breast
hard. The nipple became erect almost immediately, and Alan brought
his face to her breast, his tongue licking the hardened knob of
skin in the middle.
She writhed as Alan continued to abuse her. Finally, she breathed
hard as her father got off her body. Forcing Jenna to her knees
beside the bed, Alan pulled down his pants and undergarment.
"Now, service me," Alan ordered, pushing his red, erect and
throbbing manhood into her face. Jenna closed her eyes and turned
her face away. She shook her head in horror and disgust, her tears
never ceasing to flow down her face as she sobbed.
"Open up!" Alan barked, and slapped her hard across her cheek.
Jenna reluctantly opened her mouth and, without hesitation, shoved
his penis past her lips.
Jenna choked on the large, throbbing thing in her mouth. She
couldn't breathe. Her throat felt as if it were closing up. Holding
her head, Alan thrust his private part in and out of her mouth, as
the girl's long, black hair fell over her face, covering up the
fear in her young eyes. Alan groaned in pleasure, and Jenna felt
his manhood throbbing quicker and quicker. Finally, with a wild,
animalistic groan, Alan's body shuddered. Jenna felt a warm and
sticky substance being deposited in her mouth. Coughing, Jenna held
the penis and pushed it out of her mouth as she tried to spit out
the salty and bitter substance. Alan held her mouth shut and gave
her another slap.
"Swallow it!" he said. Jenna covered her mouth with her hands, and
tried not to think about it as she swallowed the semen. The fluid
left a soury taste at the back of her throat.
"My child. Do not tell your mother about this, or I'll make your
life more miserable than this." he warned.
"I..I won't.." she looked down and muttered. Her face was red and
heated up, she felt both anger and embarrassment at the same time.
How could her father do this to her? Her friends all had good
parents who doted on them. But..she was the unlucky one. She had to
endure the many times when her father had barged into her room
unannounced and forced her to perform oral sex on him. Jenna could
not deny this had never happened any longer. She had to tell
someone. But whom? No one would believe her. Her teacher would say
she was making up wild stories. Her mother would simply punish her
for accusing her father.
Without a glance back at her, Alan left the room, leaving young
Jenna crying and with no one to turn to for help...
