Brandy's Nightmare Part One (Revised) by The_Barbarian

If you are upset by incest, rape and sexual abuse/exploitation please do not read it. I don’t condone any of the crimes the villains commit in this story. In my opinion rapists and human traffickers are the lowest of the low and should all get very long prison sentences. Also, I’d love to hear your feedback, what you like and what you don’t like. I plan of writing at least one more part, Brandy’s story isn’t over yet.

1

Brandy was on the sofa watching TV, enjoying the cool air inside the trailer. It was a typical humid summer night in East Tennessee but the little air conditioner did its job well and they could at least be comfortable, even if the show was stupid. Something about two guys traveling around and paying big bucks for junk no sane person would want. Her dad was in his chair as usual, the remote in one hand and a Mountain Dew on the table beside him. “Brandy, come over here and suck my cock.” He said, as if it were as normal as asking her to get him a drink.

Her dad had been handsome once, with thick brown hair and muscles from working construction, but now he was middle aged and though still trim was all flab from junk food and a less physically demanding job. His hair had thinned and grey showed even through the dye. She kept her eyes fixed on the tv screen a long moment before getting up sluggishly and walking to where her father sat. It would be easier to suck him off than to listen to his bitching, or get hit again.

Brandy knelt between her dad’s legs and lowered his zipper. Her fingers were slim and knew from long practice what to do. She unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down, bringing his briefs down as well.

“Almost fifty and still wearing tighty whities.” She thought with an internal grimace. Her dad’s cock was half hard, and he had showered a few hours ago. He was decently hung, probably 6 inches, but not very thick. Brandy curled her soft, slender fingers around him and pumped her father’s cock, getting him harder before she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around his shaft, right under the head. Her tongue licked across the head and she head her dad groan and then he shifted in his seat, sliding down so she could suck him deeper. Brandy looked up at her father with big blue eyes, but his head was reclined and his eyes were closed as he focused on the pleasure she was giving him. She bobbed her head, slowly at first but increasing her speed at a steady pace. Her father’s cock slid over her tongue and she worked the underside, just like she would for a boyfriend. Her cheeks drew inward as she sucked lightly. Brandy still looked up at him, enjoying pleasing her father on some level she couldn’t quite understand. It hurt that he wouldn’t look at her, and she couldn’t understand why it should. Emotionally she was always detached when she sucked her dad or he fucked her, but his cold and distant attitude still stung.

His hand went to the back of her head. Brandy had pulled her blonde hair in a loose ponytail earlier and now her father grasped in like a handle. He groaned louder and his hips began to buck. “You suck Daddy’s cock good you fuckin’ slut.” He grunted out as he pressed her head up and down roughly. Brandy closed her eyes and leaned forward more. Her father kept up the fake porn movie talk as he forced her head down and drug her up by the hair. She didn’t want him to look at her and she didn’t want to watch his face as he used her mouth like she had been paid for. She knew deep down this was abuse but really had no clue how to react. She focused on getting him to cum, knowing that it wouldn’t be long. Finally she felt him spurting in her mouth, and she swallowed mechanically. He held her head down, his fingers hurting her scalp, but she simply knelt and waited for her father to release his grip. He did after a long while, and she stood up quickly. Brandy looked down at the man in the chair. He had just used her mouth but did he truly feel anything for her? His eyes blinked open and her gave her a cocky grin. “Let me see your little titties.” He said playfully. Nonchalantly Brandy lifted her tank top, she rarely bothered to wear a bra because she was a small B cup and didn’t really need the support. Bored and angry, she lowered her shirt and sat on the sofa once more. She drank from an open can of Dr. Pepper, it was getting flat and warm but it washed the taste out of her mouth.

Her father stood long enough to pull his jeans up and get a bag of chips from the kitchen. They watched tv in silence until Brandy began to nod off. Her father was asleep in his recliner, snoring as the tv flickered in the dark room. If she changed the channel he’d just be pissed when he woke up. His sleep patterns were erratic and Brandy never knew if he would be out 20 minutes, a few hours or all damn night.

She walked down the hallway of the single wide trailer and went into her bedroom. She stripped off her yoga shorts, took her hair down and got into bed in her panties and tank top, pulling the covers past her thin shoulders. The sheets were chilly from the ac unit and felt good on her skin. Brandy tossed and turned onto her side. What she had just done was bothering her> Truth be told her entire life was bothering her but she didn’t have the education to articulate it. Brandy had never been one of the smart kids in school, she was a slow reader and had a hard time understanding what she read. Socially it was a different story. While she had failed academically, Brandy had been one of the most popular girls in junior high and high school. She was short and petite, her face pixie-like and beautiful with sad, light blue eyes and a quick smile. She had discovered young that sex could make her even more popular, and a part of her liked making other girls jealous. Now she was eighteen and still lived at home with her father, her mother had left years ago, wanting more than a cheating husband and a rickety single wide in a broke ass hick town. Brandy didn’t blame her mother one bit for leaving but hated the woman for leaving her behind when she was just six years old. She yawned and closed her eyes, and before long she was asleep.
2
It was Friday and her dad still hadn’t come home from work. He was almost always home by this time, and Brandy felt a sense of unease. Her father had been acting odd lately, staring at her and wanting sex more than he had in year. He had always watched porn in the living room, but his taste had changed from Barely Legal, skinny Asian girls with white men, and blondes with huge tits to interracial scenes that all featured white teenage girls, most of them blonde and petite, with huge black men. The girls were treated rough, getting smacked, choked and fucked hard. Brandy had left the room a few times, it had made her very uncomfortable.

Light through the windows drug Brandy’s attention away from the show she was watching. It was the headlights from her dad’s truck, she heard the familiar crunching of tires on the gravel. He had probably met one of his buddies to buy a couple roxies or a suboxone strip and sat around bull-shitting. Brandy watched thought the window as a second set of headlights shone from behind her dad’s truck. She couldn’t tell what kind of vehicle it was but looked like a newer model SUV. Brandy’s first thought was he had picked up some dumb skank, but she saw two people get out of the SUV, both were too tall and broad to be women. Great. She stood and went to her room, shut the door and flicked off the lights. Hearing three stoned rednecks bragging about killing deer and fucking girls wasn’t Brandy’s idea of a good night. If she was lucky they would go out back and build a bonfire. The door opened and she heard voices but couldn’t understand what they were saying. After a few moments her father yelled her name at the top of his lungs. He had a high pitched voice that was razor sharp when he yelled. Even with walls between them she flinched at the sound. When he called her name again she got up and walked hesitantly to the living room.

Her father stood there, but instead of two of his hunting buddies two tall black men were there. One was broader than the other, and was wearing a white tank top and gold chains. His arms and chest look like he lived at the gym. His head was shaved and might have been handsome with another facial expression, the one he wore now was somewhere between murderous and horny. Brandy stopped in her tracks. The other man was leaner but still muscular, younger, with shoulder length dreadlocks and tattoos on his lighter brown skin. He had on a basketball jersey and grinned at her wickedly as she stood there meekly. Brandy wished she was wearing something more than a tight tank top and yoga pants. She didn’t meet the men’s eyes. From somewhere deep in her psyche, the submissiveness that had always been there came forth. Her heart pounded in her chest and her breath came short and quick. She was like a beautiful doe in a hunter’s sights, nervous and unmoving. “Something is wrong, but if I am very silent and very still, they won’t hurt me.” Though she lacked the vocabulary to state the feeling in words, Brandy felt this on a subconscious level, and obeyed her instincts.

“Brandy, me and Andre made a deal. A deal that made me a lot of money, and you ain’t going to fuck it up for me. You’re going to do everything he says, Hell its things you would be doing anyway.”

Brandy looked at her father quizzically. “Daddy, I don’t understand.”

She was surprised how even her voice was because she knew what he meant, even if she was still pretending she didn’t. She was shaking inside. The bigger man walked toward her and she flinched back. He caught her upper arm in a vice grip, his huge fingers dug into her pale skin.