In a room, pristine in its cleanliness,
lives a princess, surrounded by royal elegance
pink, white and fluffy, a cotton candy world .
Her friends envy her, hate her, filled with teen-age envy.
They crow at her failings, and laugh with spite.,
vicious and catty they talk behind her back, green with envy for the things they think they lack.
There envious remarks would die in their throats,
if only they knew of the darkness that comes to her in the dead of night when she is all alone.
Such a princess they say as they laugh out loud,
but she would love the security they think they lack..
If they only knew of the evil of this palatial place,
their hearts would cry, their souls would bleed.
She knows what they think and needs to keep it that way,
never wanting them to know of the monster that comes out to play.
She wants them to be ignorant of the vileness that happens
when the sun sets down on this quiet sleepy little town.
She lies there as she does every night,
her eyes are closed as she trembles in fright.
Her body is tight as her empty stomach heaves
the waiting is far worse then when he leaves.
So she lays crouched in a tiny ball,
wishing she had the courage to end it all.
Then, finally, the door creaks and he stands in a shaft of light.
He is the evil that haunts her nights, an upstanding citizen, an admired man,
but… she just calls him dad.
He comes to her after he leaves a sleeping wife,
she has no knowledge, not a clue of this ugly part of his life.
This tender young body is what he craves.
He pinches, scratches and bites, her terror is his delight
His lust engages as he sees the tears
and his manhood hardens as he hears her pleading cries.
He disrobes and settles over her face.
she cries harder, in shame and disgrace,
she hates the feeling and abhors the taste.
If she had her choice in the evilness done,
she would chose the dry entry and the pain in her back,
far more then this ugly despicable act.
He poses above her, his swollen penis in hand,
relishing the thought of ramming his hard cock in the tiny bud of a sweet wet mouth.
He warns her in a threat so real, that if she bites again this night
her baby sister will share her plight.
She promises obedience, and begs for him to love only her,praying to protect the young sisters down the hall.
He brushes her hair with a gentle hand, telling her that daddy loves his little girl.
There is a knowing submission in her eyes,
as he rams his swollen member down her throat.
She lies there, willing herself to breath,
fighting the temptation to make him hurt, to make him bleed.
She tells herself this too shall pass, as she steels herself
against his punishing, pulsing shaft.
Then, finally, after an eternity, hot salty semen slides down her tender throat.
She gags and coughs and hacks, as he sits her up and gently rubs her back.
He kisses her gently upon a tear-stained face, telling her that he will love his princess to his dying day.
She lays in silence long after he’s gone, brushing his juices off her pale tear-swollen face.
How she would love to be in another time and place, then she thinks of her friends.
It was be perfect if she lived in their version of her cotton candy world.
