Sexually Assassin Stepfather

My name is Yang En,

my

English name is YY, I am 15 years old this year. I am no different from other girls. I like to go shopping,
buy clothes, read Taiwanese romance novels and fantasize about being the heroine. Three years ago, I entered puberty and my body began
to develop . My breasts started to swell and became round and soft, which was very cute. My mother accompanied me to a lingerie store to buy underwear.
When I put on the bra, I only felt a little uncomfortable. When I got my first period, I
was studying at home. I felt wet down there. I looked down and saw that my pants were stained red. I went to the bathroom to clean myself.
My mother gave me clothes and panty liners to change into. At that time, I felt that being a boy was much better.

It was inconvenient to move around. Walking and sitting would rub against my genitals, which was very itchy. I also didn't like that after changing tampons,
the dry feeling would quickly become hot and stuffy again. I also had abdominal pain that made it difficult to fall asleep. It lasted for 4 days.
My swollen breasts made it very tiring to walk. Every time I wore my school uniform, people would stare at me with lustful eyes, which was very annoying! I could only
try my best to cover myself with a sweater so no one could see.

But I was also very happy because I had become a woman and could build a home with the person I love.
Having children —perhaps losing my father when I was young intensified this feeling. My father passed away when I was young,
and my mother raised me. A couple of years ago, she met a boyfriend, and they started living together. I
didn't approve at first, with a strange man walking around in the house, but my mother said there had to be a man watching over the house, and that I
would , so she made this decision.

The word "rape" is something a girl wouldn't even dare to think about, let alone mention. Sometimes when I see scenes
of , I'm so scared that I immediately change the channel. But I
never imagined that those things that were once reported in the newspapers would happen to me, and become a mark on my life forever. One day, I came home from school and my stepfather was reading
the newspaper. I coldly called out "Uncle" and turned to go into my room. After all, he wasn't my biological father. As I entered the room,
my stepfather suddenly grabbed me from behind. Not knowing what was going on, I only said, "Uncle, what are you doing?" My stepfather ignored
me, pushed me onto the bed, and kept kissing me. He put his hand inside my school skirt and pulled down my underwear. I knew my stepfather wanted to do
something to me, so I tried my best to push him away.

My stepfather was pressing down on me so firmly that I couldn't resist. I screamed for help, begging him to stop. He had already pulled down
my underwear, exposing my private parts to him. I was terrified and squeezed my legs together. He pressed down on my hands,
pinning me down completely. He forcefully spread my legs apart, and I could only twist my waist to try and stop him. But with my legs tucked to
my sides, he had already taken his penis out and placed it close to my private parts. I begged him not to do this, but he
ignored me. With a thrust of his hips, a burning pain shot through my lower body. I knew all hope was lost.

Each thrust felt like a knife stabbing into me; I was in excruciating pain, both physically and mentally. My stepfather said to me, "Good girl,
it'll stop hurting soon." The first touch of a foreign object
on
my tender flesh caused me to convulse in pain. As he penetrated me, the burning pain in my lower body intensified. I wanted to twist and struggle, but each struggle affected more nerves, making the pain even worse. I gave up struggling and lay motionless on the bed, crying bitterly. I was heartbroken and hated my stepfather for doing this to me behind my mother's back.

My
stepfather his hand pressed against my other breast. He roamed over my thighs and buttocks, slowly
tasting my body. I felt wet and itchy, unable to resist, helplessly watching my body being played with by my stepfather.
He, however, enjoyed the warmth of my virginity. He teased me, causing my lower body to rub painfully.

After playing with me for a long time, he kissed me. My neck began to be violated. At first, I only felt pain and wanted my stepfather
to stop. He continued to thrust, ignoring my feelings. I silently wept and endured it, wishing only to die
.

As the pain from his violation slowly subsided and I became numb, a slight tingling sensation appeared, making my whole body go limp. It turned out that my body was being uncooperative, accepting my stepfather's violation to escape
the pain . My lower body was secreting fluid, which made it easier for him to move. The more
he moved, the more intense the sensation became. I wanted to scream, but I bit my red lips to endure it. The sore
and itchy feeling became more and more unbearable. Suddenly, my stepfather touched me somewhere, and a strange
feeling that arose, making it hard to breathe. My mind went blank, and I finally couldn't help but cry out, "Ah!" My stepfather
continued to thrust into that spot. I endured the thrusts, and my mouth made

low moans, "...uh...uh...mm...mm..." which, to my ears, filled me with extreme shame. Unable to bear the indecent assault of
my stepfather, I kept moaning. Hearing this, he lifted my legs with both hands, causing me
even greater . My body tensed, and my lower body ached and spasmed. As his movements intensified, a rush of pain spread throughout my body, and I
cried out in pain, trembling and convulsing. Later, his movements became even more rapid, and I
could only lie on the bed and moan in response.

My stepfather raped me, and he kept groaning, "[...so tight...]" as he relentlessly assaulted me, making it impossible for me to resist. I
disregarded my shame and weakly grabbed my stepfather's hands, pleading, "[...uh...uh...ah...good...

ah, um...]" for him to stop. After several powerful thrusts, he gave me a strong slap
, and I cried out in pain, feeling streams of heat flowing into my body. My tender
, injured flesh was covered in scalding fluid, and I let out a groan, "[...ah...]" as the hot fluid continued to penetrate and seep into my body. My heart ached that my stepfather had left stains inside
me "[...no...no...]" but my stepfather, completely powerless, collapsed onto my chest.

My stepfather pressed down on me, panting, and only reluctantly left my body after a long while. Because it was my first time, and it was
rape, my body convulsed in pain. I lay on the bed sobbing. My stepfather took my underwear that had been thrown on the floor
and used it to wipe his private parts, then took it to wipe my genitals. The clean white cloth was stained red and covered with specks of white fluid. I
cried out, "Stepfather!" Ignoring the pain, I went into the bathroom, lifted my school skirt to look closely, and saw that my genitals were swollen and red, with
traces of white fluid flowing out. I felt so dirty. Despite the pain, I kept washing myself with water. White semen and blood streaks
slid down with the water, so much... so much...

I sat in the bathtub, crying, thinking that my precious first time as a young girl had been lost for nothing. If I told my mother that
my stepfather had raped me, would she believe me? What if she called the police and I had to go to court... My shameful secret would be known... Would my future
partner find out that I had been with someone else? Would he despise me? What if I got pregnant... What would I do...? I didn't dare to think any further.
It took me a long time to calm down. I changed into clean clothes, but my lower body was still sore. I could barely sit down by covering it with a panty liner,
but I was no longer clean, and the wound would never heal.

I went back to the bathroom, and my stepfather came to my side with the stained sheets. ["Good daughter, you've already done it.
Girls have to lose their virginity sooner or later. Now it's my turn to benefit, haha!"] I pushed him away and went back to
my room. I saw that my stepfather had changed the sheets. I sat blankly in a corner of the room until my mother came home before I dared to leave.

When my mother came home, she saw that I was sitting strangely, and she found a bloodstain on my school uniform in the washing machine. My mother asked me,
["What happened?"] I could only reply, "It's nothing, I just got my period and accidentally stained the sheets." How could I possibly say something
so embarrassing? My mother scolded me a couple of times, "Why are you being so careful? Are you feeling unwell?"
I didn't say anything and went back to my room because I didn't want to see my stepfather. As soon as I entered the room, I hid under the covers and screamed.

For the past month, I've been constantly worried, whether my period came or not. Fortunately, I didn't get pregnant with my stepfather's child. After that, I
only went home when I was sure my mother was home, and I only felt at ease when I made sure the door was locked. I just became more withdrawn and
afraid of contact with people. I thought this misfortune was over and would be the end of it, like a nightmare I didn't want to dwell on. But
misfortune struck again.

One night, while I was sleeping, I vaguely felt someone on top of me. I suddenly woke up and realized my stepfather had climbed into
my bed. He had secretly entered my room with a key. He had tied my hands together with rope. I tried to call my mother
for help, but he stuffed a cloth into my mouth and said, "Your mother is asleep, don't wake her." My resistance was useless.

My stepfather hugged me tightly from behind, unbuttoning my robe and molesting me. He grabbed my
breasts , kissed my neck, and spoke lewdly. His hands began to move down, teasing my genitals. His fingers repeatedly
moved in and out, teasing me. He kissed my earlobe and said, "Uncle, does this feel good?" I
turned my head away, closed my eyes, and refused to admit I was feeling anything. My stepfather showed me his fingers, which were covered in
a clear, sticky, glue-like substance. This was actually a secretion from my private parts; I felt utterly ashamed.

My stepfather pushed me down and began to violate me. I shook my head, begging him not to, but in the blink of an eye, I felt him
slowly penetrating me. Under the immense pressure, I experienced a spasm. I didn't want to see my stepfather's face,
so I turned my head away, silently enduring his humiliation through tears. I didn't want to scream, but this time, the inability to call out made the sensation even more intense.

I only heard my stepfather say, "Uncle, shall we try something new?" He pulled me up with one hand, sat me up
, and lay me on the bed. My body plummeted, pressing heavily against my genitals, creating an inexplicable feeling of fullness that made it
hard to breathe. I could only brace myself against his body to prevent myself from falling. He then lifted my waist and began to
swing me up and down repeatedly, each swing a reminder that I was being raped and tormented to the point of wishing I were dead.

My arms began to weaken, and I could only lunge forward, bending...? I supported my upper body with my forearms, my stepfather beneath me.
This position made it seem as if I were placing my breasts close to his eyes, letting him freely pluck and suckle my nipples. My
lower body was still being rubbed and teased by him, my body being squeezed between his legs. I hated being a woman, suffering like this. Tears
fell drop by drop onto the bed. My stepfather saw this and felt even more pleased. I tried to endure
the tingling .

I let out a cry of pain, my body swaying uncontrollably, my legs clamped tightly together. I could no longer support myself and could only lie
on top of my stepfather, panting. My stepfather's hands gripped my buttocks, rubbing against them, my round flesh being touched by his...that place? I couldn't control
my body's swaying. I moaned softly in my stepfather's ear, "...uh...uh..." My stepfather pushed me up again,
and I fell heavily once more. An electric current flowed through my body. I let out a soft moan, my whole body convulsed, and I felt a constant
urge to urinate. At that moment, I lost control of my bladder as if I were urinating. After urinating, my body went limp, my mind went blank
, and I collapsed onto the bed, unconscious.

When I regained consciousness, my whole body was weak and sore. I felt a deep sense of loss. I stared blankly at myself, my clothes
disheveled, having been violated beyond recognition by my stepfather. He was still fondling me? The taste lingered in my breasts. When I recalled the violation
I had just suffered at his hands, I couldn't help but have an orgasm. I felt so ashamed. I couldn't help but cry and sob. My stepfather took
the cloth out of my mouth. "Good girl, it's not the first time. You look so comfortable and happy." My stepfather wiped my
lower body . My body was still extremely sensitive. When his fingers touched my private parts, I couldn't help but feel a pang of pain. I sobbed, "Go away
! I don't want to see you! Go away!" My stepfather laughed, satisfied, and left my room. I struggled to sit up and curled into
a ball. I saw that the sheets were soaked, and my stepfather's fluids were still flowing between my thighs. I didn't know what to do. I sat there until dawn. When my stepfather's
fluids dried, my tears dried too...

I took a shower, changed into my school uniform, and went to school. When I left the house, my mother had just woken up. I asked
her , "Did anything unusual happen when you slept last night? Did you wake up?" My mother only said, "No, I
didn't wake up until this morning! What's wrong?" I only said, "Nothing, nothing, I'm going to school now!" As soon as I left
the house ... Tears streamed down my face, my mind preoccupied with only one thing…

Ever since my stepfather secretly entered my room and raped me, seeing that I didn't want to make a scene, he became even
more . At first, I resisted fiercely, but he quickly subdued me, using humiliating positions to subject me to
further abuse. Gradually, I realized my mother had no reason not to know that he had left her bedroom and had been abusing me in my room
for so long. Thinking this, I wondered if my mother was allowing him to treat me this way
. With this thought, I gave up and stopped resisting. I had no choice but to stop. Seeing that I no longer resisted, my stepfather acted even more arbitrarily. Was I like a female prisoner, subjected to humiliation, becoming my stepfather's sex slave?

One time, my stepfather tried to assault me again, grabbing me from behind and kissing my neck repeatedly. I could only turn my head
to avoid him. He then reached into my clothes and caressed my breasts. That day I felt uncomfortable, and I endured the physical and mental pain, saying, "
No I'm not feeling well..." hoping he would let me go. But my stepfather didn't believe me. He reached into my underwear and touched my private parts
to check, finding that I wasn't menstruating.

My stepfather pinched my private parts with his finger, and I felt like an ant was crawling on my body and biting me. My whole body trembled. I
tried to endure it, saying, "No...I'm not feeling well..." But my stepfather ignored me and instead unbuttoned my shirt, kissing and sucking my breasts, as if
he were breastfeeding. They felt sore and soft. My stepfather's actions made me start to lose my reason, but I really didn't want to. In the end...
A sliver of clarity lingered as I pleaded, "[...Ugh...Hmm...No...I...Today...I really...feel uncomfortable...]"
My stepfather ignored me, pulling me onto the bed and ravaging me.

I gave up struggling, letting him do as he pleased, knowing that resistance would only lead to more abuse.
I lay on the bed, pleading, "[...No...]" My only thought was to finish quickly. My stepfather spread my legs apart, mercilessly
assaulting me, thrusting in hard. He gripped my breasts, using the force to repeatedly pump and rub against my genitals.
Overwhelmed by a mix of sensations, I couldn't help but moan. The scoundrel laughed, "[Silly girl, if it feels good, just moan, don't be shy.]" My stepfather only cared about
his own pleasure, thrusting forcefully, each stroke hitting my clitoris, causing me to moan shamelessly, "[Ah...Ugh...
Yah...Ugh...Yah...]"

My heart didn't want this, because I didn't want my mother to hear my moans, didn't want her to see me like this, but my body
felt I couldn't escape. I pleaded... […No…Ah…I…I don’t want to…] My stepfather only said
[Hmm, is it okay to kiss Uncle?] I didn’t want to give him the last place I had left untouched and hadn’t yet defiled
. [Kissing] is only allowed with a lover. I turned my head away to show my unwillingness, biting my lip to endure it.
My stepfather raised my legs, bent them over me, and penetrated me deeply. This was too embarrassing for me.

I cursed […Stepfather…]

My stepfather did it again. I begged my stepfather […No…I can’t take it…] My stepfather had already kissed me
. I just wanted to pull away. My stepfather pressed me down. As soon as he pulled away, his movements quickened, and I made
moans that I didn’t want to hear. I couldn’t resist my stepfather’s lewdness. I could only shed two tears and kiss my stepfather again. I
couldn’t resist anymore and succumbed to my stepfather’s rape. My stepfather leaned me against the headboard and supported me with his hands.

I bent my hips and folded my legs into an "M" shape, arching my back. This position allowed my stepfather to penetrate
deeper. My genitals touched my stepfather's, creating wave after wave of orgasms. Serving my stepfather, the
stronger the orgasms, the more intense his kisses and movements became. My pubic hair rubbed together with his, forced into an illicit
act. Suddenly, my stepfather changed his kisses to my breasts, placing my legs behind him and pushing hard. I knew
what my stepfather was about to do. Under the ecstasy of orgasm, I lost my mind, only experiencing female physiological reactions. "Ah...uh...
no ...ah...um...ah...ah..."

I moaned unconsciously, my legs involuntarily clamping tightly around my stepfather's waist. My lower body spasmed and throbbed, causing
me to suckle tightly on the place my stepfather disliked. My stepfather thrust forward, and I, stimulated, arched my chest, letting
my stepfather kiss my breasts, letting the heat rush deep into my body.

I had been completely conquered by my stepfather. He kissed my neck and ended the rape...

It took me a long time to calm down, but the climax had taken a lot of my strength. Afterwards, I could only lie

on the bed like a limp rag, moaning and panting […ah…ah…] I gasped […you can leave now…] My stepfather crawled

over and got up, ignoring me. My clothes were disheveled, my body was covered in my stepfather's saliva and sweat, and my private parts were sticky and uncomfortable from
his semen. It took me a long time to sit up with difficulty. My stepfather's semen filled my private parts and started
to flow out. I grabbed a tissue, wanting to wipe myself clean so I could wash up. This action was something I was
used But my stepfather still hadn't left. My clothes were disheveled, and my legs were spread open, all of which my stepfather could see
. I didn't want my stepfather to see my ugly state. I wanted to retain the last bit of my female dignity. I pulled my robe to cover myself.

My body was weak and pleading, "[...Please go away...Don't look anymore...]" I was filled with resentment, but
I didn't even have the strength to curse. I was bitter to be a victim, forced to beg my stepfather like this

... Under his rape, I was forced to take birth control pills long-term to avoid pregnancy, but each time I took them, I felt extremely uncomfortable.

My body and mind were very uncomfortable. Soon, I started to feel easily fatigued, and my period was late. At first, I thought it was because
my stepfather's frequent rapes meant I wasn't getting enough rest, and the side effects of these pills were affecting my physiology, so I ignored it.
The pills also made me very depressed, almost to the point of collapse. I thought I would stop taking them for a while, hoping to feel better before taking them again.
Later, I started feeling nauseous and uneasy. I felt uneasy and bought a pregnancy test, which showed I was pregnant. I
asked a friend and learned that the morning-after pills weren't completely effective contraception.

I'm pregnant with my stepfather's child, which I obviously can't keep. I sought help in some online forums, but they all told me
to give up, as I have no ability to care for him. Seeing him only reminds me of my stepfather, and the baby would just end up being adopted...

I went online and learned that abortion is very complicated in Hong Kong. I didn't want my mother to know, so I asked my classmates where I could
get an abortion. They said the only way was to go back to mainland China where no one would know, and many people had done it that way. So I had no choice but to go to mainland China. I
asked my classmate Yunyue to go with me. When Yunyue heard I was pregnant, she asked whose child it was, saying I was so careless. I didn't want
to tell her that my stepfather had gotten me pregnant...

When I got there, I didn't know the way, and I didn't dare go to those unknown shady clinics, so I found a decent-looking medical clinic.
They knew what I needed as soon as they saw me, and seemed to know what I was doing. They asked how long I had been there and gave me a pregnancy test, which showed I
was two months pregnant. They said they would perform a D&C. After it was removed, I lay on the operating table. The doctor inserted a circular scalpel into my body and
scraped inwards repeatedly. Although I had been given anesthesia, I still felt a slight pain. Watching the nurse holding the
blood-stained cotton balls, I witnessed a life being lost because of me.

Later, the nurse gave me a small bottle filled with medicine. I saw a small, ball-sized, white flesh-colored mass.
They said this was what it looked like after being removed and reassembled. It was very fine and hard to see, but the blood vessels were still connected. I knew
[bb] was crying to me, "Why didn't you want him?" I looked at [BB] with tears in my eyes... "Mom, I'm so sorry...
" The doctor said I could rest for a while, the anesthesia would wear off, and I could be discharged that day. I kept [BB] with me. I
had already abandoned [him] once, and I didn't want to do it again. I didn't say a word in the car. Yunyue saw my dejected
look and didn't know how to comfort me...

When I got home, my mother asked anxiously why I went out so early, where I went, and why I was back so late. I
didn't know what to say. My stepfather, being so nosy, said, "Enen went shopping with her friends, don't be nervous." He also said, "Enen,
you don't know how worried your mother is about you."

I looked at my stepfather, which reminded me of [BB]. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have brought [BB] into this world,
and now me to give up [BB]. I couldn't help but yell at my stepfather, "What I do with Mom is none of your business, stepfather!"
At that moment, I had a sharp pain in my abdomen. Actually, it had started hurting in the car, but I thought it was normal after the anesthesia wore off.
I thought that if this pain could lessen my suffering, I would accept it. It would make me feel better. Later, I started bleeding from my genitals,
and my mother called an ambulance to take me to the hospital. I held onto my mother's hand tightly and wouldn't let go […

it hurts so much…don't go…Mom, don't ignore me…] hoping that my mother wouldn't leave me…

When I was taken to the hospital, I learned that the doctor hadn't cleaned it properly during the last surgery, and it was still growing inside my body,
reopening the wound. Fortunately, I came in time. However, the doctor told me that I had gotten pregnant too early, the last surgery
hadn't very well, and I had been taking birth control pills for a long time, which had damaged my body. It would be difficult for me to get pregnant in the future. When I heard the doctor say that,
I just said, "[...It's okay, doctor...]" and didn't react anymore, not even crying. I thought maybe my stepfather was
punishing me for not wanting him. If I were in his shoes, I wouldn't forgive myself either...

My mother heard from the doctor that my stepfather had cheated on me, and naturally came to ask about it. I had no choice but to answer truthfully. Only then did my mother find out that my stepfather had been cheating on me behind her back. The police
went to look for my stepfather, but he had already left. What's the use of catching him? Can what I've lost be made up for? My mother
was holding my diary, which she must have found when she went home to find my stepfather. She hugged me and cried, "[…I'm so sorry…
I really didn't know your stepfather treated you like this…Don't blame me…]" I just kept repeating, "[…I don't blame you
…I really don't blame you…]"

We decided to move, firstly because we were afraid of my stepfather coming back to harass us, and secondly because this house held too many unpleasant memories for me. It

was also very upsetting to be talked about by the neighbors. I just wanted a peaceful life again, but I knew these things,
if kept in my heart, I couldn't forget them…

That stepfather was so careless! He slept with his stepdaughter; he should have been content with the pleasure, but how could he get her pregnant? Never do it without proper protection, because a pregnant woman can't hide it. If he wanted to continue enjoying his stepdaughter's body, he couldn't be so reckless. A lesson learned! I suspect this stepfather is a pervert and ignorant of the law. As long as he's careful not to get pregnant, he probably won't be discovered. So, no matter what you do, always remember: "Safety first!"
But honestly, it's so hard to decide to use a condom
when I'm with my daughter. Would you? It's so much more pleasurable to not wear a condom! Are all men really that hard? It's normal. Can you predict every single time? And you're taking pills too!
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I like this father-daughter incest style. I hope you post more similar ones. I support you! An old saying goes: the most wicked woman in the world is a stepmother. After reading this story, I'm convinced the most wicked man is a stepfather. I feel writing it in the third person would be better; it feels a bit strange this way. "I also want to experience what it's like, but I don't have that kind of father. I'm itching to know, but I find it quite realistic. Real incest might be rare, but stepfathers are a different story."

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