Mia’s father growls, “She’s not here; I am, you ungrateful bitch.”
Mia’s mouth is smothered, making it harder to breath, struggling to fill her lungs as she flops around where she lays, like a fish out of water. She tries to give voice to her desperation in this tense moment, “Dad… Please, Dad… I beg… Please… Stop… Oh, fuck…”
Finding herself suddenly awake, Mia throws off the blanket covering her face, realising that it was choking her, coming as a small comfort that she was dreaming, but incredibly horny as she clings to thoughts of her dad. She reasons with herself, “You’re not getting back to sleep until you get yourself off… You ungrateful bitch… Wanting your Dad while you sleep… Why would you even go there?”
Playing with herself, Mia feels so stressed, with her muscles strained and stretched so much. Her fingers slip into the shallow crevices of her stretchmarks where her full-bodied figure bulges. She can feel her thighs soaked with her juices flowing from her hairy pussy, and her heart beats like a loud drum, seeming as if it comes from beyond the wall behind her rather than inside her heaving chest.
Sinking her fingers into her pussy, she shudders and whimpers, “Oh, fuck… hmmph, Dad,” trying as hard as she can to manifest his form in front of her with the power of her sheer concentration. She conjures the look of disdain he would have on his face at seeing her doing this, especially disgusted to know it would be for him.
Mia feels strange to be thinking about this, with her remembering the trauma she experienced because of him. She had her confidence shattered by him, and her virginity robbed by him, and feared for her life by him. Why, then, would she want him now? Does she miss him? Do I?
Digging deeper into her delicate flesh, Mia urges herself to orgasm. It feels so good to have all the hormones and adrenaline fizzling just beneath the surface of the skin, making her shudder. The uneven rhythm of her heart drums a complicated beat in her chest, coupling with her head lost in confusion of what compels her to dream of this. She feels her pussy dribbling a thick cream, mixing with sweat as she squeezes her thighs together, breathing, “Dad?,” before slumping back onto the bed, sinking into sumptuous rest.
In her mind, Mia’s father still appears strongly, his image burned into the dark of her closed eyelids. The mix of emotions make her feel hot and heavy as she sinks back into sleep.
The next day, Mia visits her dad with her mom, greeting him shortly, “Hi.”
Tibor tears up, telling her, “I’m so sorry for everything, Mia. I’m so sorry. I’ve missed you so much, and I’ve been praying for a chance to make things right with you; even if I just say I’m sorry, and even if I never see you again. I love you, Mia, and what I did I regret so much. No father should do those things; shouldn’t think those things, let alone do them. I don’t deserve you, and every breath I take is in penance to you. I’m truly sorry.”
Mia can hardly look at her tearful father, quietly saying in reply, “You raped me… You were going to kill me… You kidnapped me… I’m so done with you… I wasn’t even going to come today… I told Mom, ‘He can rot in there for all I care.’ I really mean that.
“I came to tell you that I haven’t forgotten what you did. It hurts me deep in my heart every single day. Not even holding my daughter to my breast helps with that pain. No matter how close I am with my girlfriend, and she makes me feel so good, doesn’t make things any easier. Hearing you say sorry does nothing for me, Dad.”
Tibor wipes his face with his fat hands, feeling defeated, “I will stay here for the rest of my days.”
Mia casually offers, “How are you going to show me you’re sorry if you stay in here?”
Aniya asks, “You want to see if we can get your dad released?”
Tibor is stunned, tears ready to spill down his face again as he awaits his daughter’s response as she answers, “I’m willing. You’d better be on your best behaviour, Dad. I’m not taking any shit anymore.”
Aniya delightedly expresses, “We’re finally going to be a family again, after all these years!”
Tibor sincerely tells his daughter, “I don’t deserve this second chance. I expected to rot in hell here, and I am happy to do that for you. I didn’t expect your mercy.”
Mia supposes, “You can still rot in hell, but you can live a little first,” casting her eyes over her dad’s body, seeing how his greasy, unkempt hair clings to his head, and she thinks to herself, ‘Why do I feel like this?’ That feeling she dwells on swells with a soft tingle in her breast, nurturing into something sexual and something raw.
Aniya grabs her daughter’s hand, holding it tight as she says, “Thank you, Mia. I know this must be difficult for you, but you are so brave, and I love you.”
Mia laughs a little, almost insincerely saying in response as she continues to look at her dad, “Brave? He’s already hurt me so much… He can’t hurt me much more?”
Tibor sinks back into his seat, hanging his head to the floor, thinking aloud, “Is that what you think of me? That I’m going to hurt you? I don’t want to come out if that’s what you think.”
Mia shrugs, “Come on… I can take it… I can take everything you have…”
Aniya urges her ex-husband, “The girl needs her dad.”
Tibor glances a look at his ex-wife, and his daughter, deciding, “We will do it.”
Mia takes her dad’s words as a promise, feeling a sexual hunger simmering in her core, giving a smile to him as she promises him, “We will.” She leans forward, catching the captive’s eye across from her, staring deep into each other’s souls as she says to him, “Be grateful, Dad.”
Tibor feels humbled by his daughter, shrinking in her presence, sensing how self-assured she is. He couldn’t be prouder to see her so strong-willed, feeling unfamiliar faced with his family, not recognising the characters in the forms he knows. It’s almost as if he’s meeting his daughter for the first time. Gone is the reclusive, shy girl, replaced now by a capable and confident woman.
Mia gulps, hesitating for a moment as she considers how she wants to say what she wants, “Dad, I… want this to work out between us. I’m not going to be bullied by you anymore, and you were a bully. You made me feel like shit. You made me think I was worthless. You treated me like a slave to do your chores. My daughter is not going to know any of that, so if you be like that: with her, with me, with anyone, I will make sure you are back here.”
Tibor tells his intentions to his daughter in response, “My parents were hard with me, so that’s all I knew, but I promise to be kinder, and pull my weight.”
Aniya remarks, “You have enough of it.” Tibor feels embarrassed, blushing as he retreats into himself, and his ex-wife adds, “But, I do love it,” biting her lip playfully.
Tibor shakes, wrestling with his urges to chastise and punish such unbecoming behaviour, but unwilling to let those feelings out, keeping them locked within, as he says to Mia, “I’ve made friends in here who have shown me how to be more… modern?… They’ve told me stories about their loved ones, and their kids, and I can do better. I need to do better. I want to be better.”
Mia affirms, “I believe you.”
Tibor looks surprised as he asks, “Really?”
Mia shrugs, staring into her dad’s eyes, replying, “Yeah. Don’t you want me to?,” watching how her dad looks back into her eyes steadily, and she confirms, “I believe you.”
Back at home, the mother and daughter catch Mia’s girlfriend, Carrie Harper, 20, up on everything, with Carrie wanting to be sure, “So, like, it takes about 6 months for him to be released?”
Aniya seems hopeful as she says, “Yeah, looks that way. I hope it helps that the victim, Mia here, being accepting of him swings the decision in favour of release. His life is in her hands.”
Carrie asks her girlfriend, “What’s it like having that much power over your dad?”
Mia shrugs, “Not really given it any thought… Just know it means a lot to Mom, and… yeah…”
Carrie astutely discerns, “Seems like there’s more to it than that?”
Mia laughs a little, folding her arms to reply, “No… That’s pretty much it…”
Carrie teases, “You liar,” chuckling, “I can tell when you’re lying, and I think you miss him.”
Mia sighs, conceding, “Maybe… I see how close you are with your dad, and, it seems nice.”
Aniya remarks, “Seems like you have, ‘Dad envy.'”
Mia admits, “Stephen is a good dad. Maybe Dad can learn a thing or two from him?”
Carrie pokes her cheek with her tongue, saying, “Uh-huh… Like, you want him to be better in the bedroom?”
Mia huffs, “I didn’t say that.”
Carrie nudges her girlfriend’s arm, chuckling, “Didn’t have to,” seeing how her girlfriend is looking away shyly. She says seriously, “I know what he did to you, and, like, I know you were done with him, but, it’s okay to want your dad. I’m going to be with you through all of it this time, so, it’s going to be okay. Yeah?”
Mia nods, and Aniya comments on Carrie, “You’re such a sweet young girl. I’m glad you have each other.”
Carrie cheekily says to Aniya, “Yeah, I love this, like, everyone is so supportive. It’s nice, like, fuck, life is treating us well.”
Mia speaks up, “Just want to keep it that way.”
Carrie confidently tells her girlfriend, “We are going to. Whatever we need to do it, like, love you.”
Mia cranes her head to her girlfriend’s, ready to kiss her, expressing, “Love you, Carrie,” mushing their lips together with the vigour of their youth as Aniya becomes invigorated herself watching the young couple make out.
Aniya remarks, “Good thing we put Kisha to bed.”
Mia immediately becomes self-conscious, pulling away from her kiss, glancing a look at the doorway, panting, “What if she gets out of bed and sees us?”
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