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Door in the Closet

Rachael Ross 1982 - 2012

Chapter 1

Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - After discovering that her closet is a doorway leading to an alternative universe, Jilly uses it to find sanctuary from her abusive father and sympathetic, but weak-willed mother. As the teenager's life takes one bad turn after another, she begins to wonder if she couldn't stay on the other side forever.

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   Ma/ft   ft/ft   Mult   Consensual   Reluctant   Science Fiction   Incest   Father   Daughter   DomSub   Light Bond   Gang Bang   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Petting   Sex Toys  

The accident messed everything up and our lives weren't the same afterwards. It had taken some of the life out of my dad and my mom wasn't strong enough to keep the balance. I don't suppose I helped things very much either, being a sixteen year old girl and not very brave or even particularly smart sometimes. Whatever the reasons, whoever's to blame, all that matters is that we weren't very happy anymore.

"Jilly!" my father's voice echoed through the house. "Jilly! Get your ass in here!"

I bit my bottom lip and looked up from the kitchen table at my mother as she wiped the stove. When I'd been younger we used to eat our dinners together as a family. Now we ate alone, the way we did everything else.

"Finish your supper," Mom said, her tone weary and resigned. "I'll go."

She left the kitchen and I picked at my plate, waiting for the inevitable. I wasn't very hungry anymore.

"Not you, bitch!" Daddy shouted. "I want Jilly to do it! Get her in here! Jilly!"

I didn't wait for my mom to come back. I got up from the table and went to the den where my dad waited impatiently. He'd been drinking. He was always drinking and always angry. In the beginning Mom had tried to talk to him, me too, but that only made it worse, so now we didn't say anything at all.

Mom passed me in the hallway and offered me a naked smile. She meant to be reassuring, I suppose, but it was only sad. I blamed her then for my dad's depression and for her own inability to fix it. I blamed her for what was happening to us and every other thing wrong with the world. A woman was supposed to be stronger than that, especially a mom.

"Jilly!"

"I'm here, Daddy," I said, hesitating in the doorway for just a second. I looked at him without looking at him because he was always on the lookout for any reluctance on my part, any hint of fear or pity.

"About fuckin' time," he breathed, looking over his shoulder at me. "I've been calling you for half an hour. Where you been?"

"I'm sorry, Daddy." I walked towards him as he sat facing the bay windows and the empty street outside.

"My leg hurts," he told me. "I don't want your bitch of a mother touching me anymore."

"I know, Daddy," I said. "I'll get the ointment."

"Where'd you go last night?" he asked, watching as found the lotion for his leg. "I couldn't sleep. Bad dreams."

"I'm sorry, Daddy." I knelt in front of his chair and lifted away the blanket. Not all of it though, just enough to uncover what remained of his right leg.

"Take it off," he told me and I hid my frown beneath a veil of long auburn hair as I pulled the blanket away completely.

He wore a pair of old pants that Mom had tailored. The right leg hemmed high and loose enough that we could expose the withered stump of his thigh. Of course, his penis was exposed now too, deliberately released some time before so he could play with it, and that's what he really wanted me to see. It jutted upright through the open fly of his trousers, thick and ruddy, already moist with his clear precum leaking from the tip. He wasn't wearing his rings and I blamed Mom for that too.

I swallowed hard and tried to ignore his erection, knowing that my dad was staring down at me, enjoying this casual abuse. I understood he did it only because he hated himself, not because he disliked me, but it felt the same. I rolled up his right pant leg carefully, wishing not to touch the man's flesh until I had no choice. His once muscular leg was now a stump and what remained seemed hopelessly shrunken, the sinews choked and ruined by self-loathing and neglect as much as by the accident itself.

"Rub it, girl," he demanded. "Fuckin' hurts so bad. You're the only one can make it better."

"I know, Daddy." I nodded slowly, focusing my attention on the stump in front of me.

The flesh was white like a corpse, and wrinkled with flaps of skin that the surgeons had sewn together over the raw meat inside like a sausage. It disgusted me and I tasted the bile rising in the back of my throat. I could taste fear down there as well, not of my father or even of his deformity, but from knowing that such a thing existed at all. The very possibility frightened me terribly. I had no greater dread than that it could happen to me by nothing more than mere chance. Touching that injury was like touching something worse than death.

"That's it. Better, Jilly," my dad sighed as I worked my hands over his stump. "Better now."

My fingers were slippery with an ointment that was little more than a placebo. The physicians had assured my mom that the pain was all in her husband's head. The nerves were dead and anything my father might have felt, the distress of his condition or the pleasure of my gentle hands, was all imagined.

"The other too," he grunted. "You know what I need, Jilly."

"Daddy..." I cleared my throat softly.

"I said in your mouth, slut!" he yelled, making me jerk back on my heels. "You spend all night sucking off your boyfriends? You can spend all day sucking off your daddy too!"

There was nothing I could do as his hands were already on my head, his fingers digging into my hair and pulling my face towards his cock. I should have sensed his mood better, that was my only fleeting thought before my barely parted lips were battered aside by the head of his penis. My teeth scratched his flesh, but that didn't matter to him. Daddy filled my mouth with his cock, pushing me down until the glans hit the back of my mouth and I choked on it painfully, coughing and retching against that rude sensation.

"Fuckin' whore." He let me go then, satisfied that I was impaled on his prick and would do as he desired.

I blinked back the tears filling my hazel eyes and moved my tongue cautiously, licking weakly at the underside of his cock and lifting my head just enough so that I would stop gagging. I had to massage his stump blindly while I nursed on his erection, struggling at times without the benefit of being able to hold it with anything but my tightly stretched lips. This was what my dad wanted me for and why he rejected his wife. She'd have done it dutifully, even willingly as she should, but the fire of my father's self-destruction required depravity to feed it.

"Oughta make you ride, cunt," he breathed. "Fuck that little hole of yours. Slut. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Whore. How many boys you fuck when you sneak out at night?"

I didn't answer him. I couldn't. I slid my lips up and down the shaft, washing his cock with my tongue and somehow finding the determination to make it good for him. The sooner I could make him cum, the sooner he'd be finished with me. I worked his cock the best I knew how, letting him feel my mouth warm and wet and soft all around. I swallowed my dad's precum and never let his penis slip from my sucking grasp. I moved my fingers around his stump all the while, knowing he couldn't even feel it. I could though and the revulsion was nearly overwhelming.

"All of it!" he demanded finally, growing closer to his orgasm. "Open your fuckin' throat, Jilly."

It took a few heartbeats to prepare myself and even that proved too long for my dad's growing urgency. He pushed down on my head with both hands, jamming his cock into my throat as I tried to swallow beneath him. It hurt and I felt a moment of panic, but then he was in and holding my face against his trousers. His wiry pubic hair at the base of his cock tickled my lips and I couldn't breathe or move. I'd frozen with my father's penis wrapped in the confines of my delicate throat.

"Gahhh! Fuck! Eat it, whore!" He started cumming and I felt his cock pulsing rapidly as his ejaculate spilled into my stomach.

I couldn't taste it or even feel his semen as anything but an indistinct warmth, but I felt his cock and my throat was clasped so tightly around it that I couldn't tell his spasms from my own. My body was trying to expel him, or swallow him completely. My lungs burned and labored uselessly as my racing heart demanded fresh air. It was a painful and humiliating experience and I'd begun to sob even before he let me go.

I pulled my mouth from his penis with a wash of saliva and the thin remains of my father's orgasm. I tasted him then, bitter and salty, and I felt bruised. My lips and throat throbbed; my tongue seemed thick and swollen. I pushed myself away, shaking and standing on rubbery legs. I was flushed embarrassment, nauseated with his incestuous sperm churning in my belly, and the man said nothing at all, but only laughed drunkenly as I stumbled from the room.

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