The abortion anesthesia hadn't worn off when the father forced himself on me again.

My name is Xiao Ai, and I'm eighteen years old. I've never had a boyfriend or been in a relationship, but I'm not a virgin and have had three abortions. However, I didn't willingly give up my virginity, nor did I willingly get pregnant or have abortions. The greatest pain in my heart is that the person who made me lose my virginity, got me pregnant, forced me to have three abortions, and even raped me on the night of my abortions, is my biological father.

Now, if I were to call him "Dad," I would probably feel nauseous immediately. Those two words are too heavy for me. Other people's fathers would protect their daughters, but my father is a terrifying demon. He would even force me to say "Dad! You're so great!" while raping me

. He first raped me when I was in sixth grade. At that time, I was practicing the new gymnastics routine every day for the school's anniversary sports meet. I not only worked hard at school, but I would also practice at home with music on, hoping to perform well on the day.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was practicing dancing alone in the living room in front of the large mirror. I was wearing a tight-fitting sports t-shirt and shorts, sweating profusely as I danced. Since no one was home, I could turn the music up loud and dance freely in the living room without feeling ashamed of being seen.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I was indeed a pretty girl, with fair and smooth skin and rosy cheeks like apples. Although I was only twelve years old at the time, my breasts were already quite prominent. I developed early; I started getting my breasts in the second semester of fourth grade, and by sixth grade, I was already 153 cm tall, and my breasts should have been a B cup!

Because no one was home, and all my sports bras had just been washed and weren't dry yet, I wasn't wearing a bra under my white sports t-shirt. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, my nipples were faintly visible. Although I was still young, I felt both sexy and shy!

As I practiced more and more enthusiastically, sweat poured down my body. My white t-shirt, soaked with sweat, became increasingly transparent, and my nipples became more and more clearly visible. Even I felt embarrassed looking at myself. I thought I'd dance one more round and then take a shower and rest, but unexpectedly, someone came home!

With a "click," the front door was pushed open. It was my dad. Actually, I wasn't very familiar with him because he was quite busy with work. My mom usually took care of me, but she later went to work to earn money. I didn't expect my dad to come home at this time. Dancing in front of him was quite awkward, especially since I wasn't wearing a bra. Oh well! Anyway, I was going to rest anyway. I'd just have a glass of water and then take a shower.

I ignored my dad, went to the kitchen, poured a large glass of water, and gulped it down in the living room. My dad was sitting in the living room looking for the remote control, and I just finished the large glass of water right in front of him. Then I put the glass on the coffee table and turned to go into my room when my dad suddenly spoke.

He said, "Xiao Ai, are you practicing your dance for the sports meet?"

"Yeah!" I answered and turned to leave because my current "nipple-revealing outfit" was really embarrassing.

Unexpectedly, he spoke again: "Put the mirror back in its original position after you're done."

"Oh!" It was my fault. Just now, to make it easier to watch myself dance, I moved the large mirror next to the living room about fifty centimeters, which was blocking my way. So, I walked over the TV to the mirror and bent down to move it. The mirror was quite heavy, and it took me a lot of effort to move it. Just as I bent down to move the mirror, I caught a glimpse of my dad peeking at my already soaking wet chest!

I felt terrible, so I quickly moved the mirror and ran to the bathroom to take a shower, not wanting to stay there for even a second. Being leered at by my dad for my chest felt really awful! I showered for about ten minutes, dried myself off, wrapped myself in a large bath towel, and rushed to my room. Since my room is next to the bathroom and a bit far from the living room, I usually get dressed in my room.

I was startled when I entered the room! My dad was sitting on my bed, holding my underwear! He smiled and handed it to me, completely ignoring my surprised expression. I awkwardly took the underwear, unsure what to say, and stood there for about ten seconds. My dad showed no sign of leaving. Did he expect me to change my underwear there for him to see?

My dad probably sensed my embarrassment, so he started pretending to tidy the sheets. Seeing he wasn't leaving, I figured he was going to scold me. When he stopped looking at me, I went to the wardrobe, turned my back to him, took off the large bath towel, and prepared to put on my underwear. At this point, my back was completely naked, so I had to hurry!

Just as I put one leg into the underwear, I suddenly felt a force pounce on me—it was my dad! He grabbed me, his hands on my breasts, and then pulled me backward, both of us falling onto the bed. I was terrified. I had no idea what my dad was going to do. Want to practice wrestling with me? You'll have to wait until I'm dressed!

He hugged me from behind, rubbing my breasts hard with both hands—it hurt! He was breathing heavily near my ear, then he started licking it. His warm, wet tongue slipped into my ear canal, and I felt sticky saliva dripping in. Instinctively, I pulled my neck back. All of this happened in an instant; I didn't even have time to think. One of his hands was already reaching for my "little sister."

"Daddy! No!" That was the only thing I said to him.

He didn't answer; he just turned me over, making me lie face up, and then he pressed down on me, starting to kiss my face. At first, it was just kissing, then licking and sucking. He sucked on my nose and mouth, then put his tongue in my mouth. I accidentally swallowed a lot of his saliva while trying to catch my breath.

While he was kissing me, one hand was rubbing my breasts hard, and the other was grabbing my little sister—it really hurt! Then he started kissing and licking downwards. When he reached my nipples, he was like a starving puppy at Grandma's house, sucking, licking, and biting relentlessly. My developing breasts couldn't withstand this torture; the pain in my nipples went straight to my heart, like being pricked by needles!

My father was fierce, so when he did these things to me, I didn't dare resist him much. I could only push his head away with my hands, hoping to alleviate the pain a little. But my father didn't care about my pain at all. He sucked and licked all over my body, leaving many kiss marks and even teeth marks in places that most people couldn't see.

Later, my father forced himself on me, and my virginity was taken from me like that. He didn't use any protection, and he didn't pull out at the crucial moment. I took a shower for more than two hours out of shame, crying as I showered, feeling that I was still dirty no matter how much I washed. But my father never mentioned it afterward, as if it had never happened!

I didn't dare tell my mother about it. I never imagined my father would repeatedly rape me in my room, often when my mother wasn't home, sometimes even when she was. He would sneak into my bed in the middle of the night and rape me, ejaculating inside me every single time.

Later, I finally discovered that my mother had known all along. It was when I was fourteen and first became pregnant with my father's child. I took a pregnancy test in my room and found out I was pregnant. I hid the test in the deepest part of the trash can, thinking no one would find out. The next day, while I was still worrying about what to do, my mother took me to the OB-GYN for an abortion.

She didn't ask anything; she just took me to register. It turned out she had known all along. She didn't scold me, nor did she hit me. She just silently accompanied me to the doctor and waited for me outside the operating room. When I took off my pants and lay on the operating table, legs spread wide to receive the anesthesia, I vaguely heard my mother sobbing outside. At that moment, I thought: My mother will definitely find a way to save me!

I was wrong! My mother couldn't save me at all. After I had the abortion, my father became even worse and raped me almost every day. Sometimes he would even brazenly barge into my room and rape me in broad daylight, while my mother was still at home! Several times, after my father finished with me, he would open the door and leave without even putting his pants back on, while my mother was watching TV in the living room without saying a word!

My mother's tacit approval seemed to be my father's aphrodisiac; he became increasingly daring to openly rape me at home. Once, while my mother was taking a nap, he raped me in the living room. During that time, my mother even left her room to use the bathroom. Another time, my father came home drunk in the middle of the night, dragged me out of bed, and pulled me into the master bedroom. He kicked my mother out of the room, and then I was raped again by my father in my parents' bed! Again, my mother couldn't save me!

Later, I became pregnant again at fifteen and eighteen. When I was fifteen, my mother took me to have an abortion, but when I was eighteen, my father drove both my mother and me there. This devil finally started to show a little conscience! But I made another mistake! Because the reason my father drove me to the hospital was so he could take me away quickly and have sex with me again!

My mother and I got into my father's car. Because the anesthesia hadn't worn off, I was still dazed. My father didn't take us home; instead, he drove into a motel! I lay weakly asleep in bed. My mom and dad were resting in the same room. In my hazy state, my dad started taking off my clothes and began groping me!

I knew my mom was watching, but she couldn't help me at all. I had just had surgery, and the wound was still bleeding, but my dad still took advantage of my complete inability to resist and put his filthy penis into my vagina again. I was in hell. He fucked me relentlessly, and I couldn't scream at all. In the end, he ejaculated all his semen inside me, right in front of my mom, on the very day I had my abortion. God! How many more times will you make me carry that devil's wicked seed?

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