With horror, she realized the rod was the monster’s penis. Dahlia looked at her mother sitting across from her at the fire-place. Thinking about her father fucking her mother reignited the fear she had lived with these last two weeks. Once again the sounds of muffled crying, gagging and choking began to come from her mother as the monster pushed his tong in and out of her mouth. Your pretty little pink cunt that your father stares at every morning as he uses my ass, imagining its your pretty little hairless cunt!” Dahlia had looked at her mother in shock and horror. She ducked under the table and held herself tight. Why has she stopped fighting? Images of her father’s throbbing penis thrusting in and out of her entered her head. Elation ran through him. “I don’t know, child.” Her mother whispered across the fire.
