Accomplice of a rapist

I walked into the living room, knowing the man was right behind me… and knowing the gun was pressed against my back. I heard him whisper in my ear, “Remember… you have to cooperate willingly. You know what will happen if you don’t, right?”
“Yes, I promise I will. I’ll do anything. Just don’t hurt my daughter. Please, sir, she’s only seven.”
From the hallway, we saw little Emily watching TV. “Oh… fucking,” he whispered behind my head, “she’s so pretty… oh… if I can find any excuse, I’ll…”
“No,” I pleaded softly, “please. I’ll do anything. I swear.”
“Hmph, good. I advise you to always remember what you said… I’m going to put the gun away, remember, the pistol is right here.” I nodded. “Now tell her… I’m Uncle Bob, a good friend of yours.”
“Emily?” I swallowed hard as I walked into the living room, “She’s a good friend of Mom’s,” I tried to sound cheerful. Actually, I did a pretty good job; I was even surprised by my own acting skills. When there's only one last straw, we always seem to unleash amazing power. "He's Uncle Bob."
I was terrified, but for my daughter's sake, I had to appear calm.
It was an ordinary Sunday morning. Fried eggs and orange juice. Comic books. Sunday school. Emily and I came home from church, and as I went to my bedroom to change, I discovered a pried-open window and a strange man… in my bedroom, holding a gun, leering. Now, he wanted me to lie to my daughter, to say he was an old friend. Did I have any other choice? No. I had to say whatever he told me to say to my daughter. I had to obey all his orders; otherwise, the consequences were too terrible to even imagine.
Although I had Emily change as soon as we got home, she was still wearing her Sunday school dress, sitting on the sofa watching cartoons. She turned her head and grinned, her beautiful eyes filled with innocence and trust. “Hi, Uncle Bob,” she said in her childish voice, “It’s nice to meet you, sir.”
Emily was a polite little girl… I taught her to always respect adults, especially our guests.
The man led me between the television and the sofa. He whispered to me, “Tell her to turn off the TV. Say we want to play a game.”
“Turn off the TV, dear. Uncle Bob wants to play a game with us.”
“Okay, Mom.” She picked up the remote, and the cartoon noise stopped, leaving only the pounding of my heart in the room. “What kind of game?” She stood up, happy that an adult would play with her.
“Tell her the game is called ‘Cowardly Chicken’…” he whispered in my ear, “It’s a game to see who’s the bravest.” From his distorted voice, I knew he was smiling broadly at Emily. He was trying to gain her trust.
I silently vowed not to give him any excuse to hurt Emily. I took a deep breath. “It’s called ‘Shy Chick,’ honey,” I forced a smile so my daughter wouldn’t be scared. “It’s a competition… a game to see who’s the bravest.”
“Exactly,” he said directly to Emily. “Your mom and I are going to play ‘Shy Chick.’ It’s really fun, you’ll love it.” He chuckled a few times, as if telling a joke. “Your mom said it’s her favorite game in the world! She said she’s the world champion and has never lost.” Then he whispered to me, “Tell her you love this game.”
I suppressed my humiliation and told my daughter, “Uncle Bob is right. It’s Mommy’s favorite game… Mommy has never lost.”
“Hmm… good…” he continued whispering, “I tell you what to say, you say it; I tell you what to do, you do it… that way nothing will happen. If you can’t… she’s mine.” He chuckled. His threat sent a chill down my spine again.
“How do you play?” Emily asked. Like other seven-year-old girls, she loved playing games.
“You’ll really like it,” the man smiled behind me. “I’ll say something, and see if your mother dares to do it… For example… I’ll say jump a certain number of times, and your mother has to jump that many times… If she doesn’t want to, she just has to say ‘cowardly chick.’ That way, the game is over, and I win.”
The man didn’t tell Emily what would happen after I said “cowardly chick.” It was obvious that he would rape me no matter what. This was my inescapable fate. But if I didn’t play this game… God, I had to play. For Emily’s sake, I had to play this game. He said if I played this game obediently, obeyed his every demand, let him vent his lust on me, and finally let him ejaculate comfortably, he would let her go.
That was my only hope. Maybe it really would end like a fun game, I thought, we could get through it, without leaving Emily with deep wounds. For my daughter, I had to sacrifice myself. I had to. I had to let him rape me, satisfy all his desires. As long as he didn’t hurt my lovely daughter.
“We need you to be the referee,” the man said excitedly. “Would you like to be the referee?”
“Of course!” Emily laughed heartily. “How do I be the referee?”
He whispered in my ear what I had to tell my daughter. I repeated his words. “It’s like this…” I tried to sound happy, “He’ll make me do some things…” At that moment, I felt one of his large hands slowly move up my buttocks, across my lower abdomen, and upwards until it grasped my right breast. “…Look carefully, see if I did those things…”
He gently squeezed my breast and slowly kneaded it in front of my daughter. I didn’t resist and tried to keep my tone calm. “You want Mommy to win, don’t you, baby? We have to win this game.” Emily’s eyes widened, a somewhat embarrassed smile on her face.
“Ask her why she’s smiling,” he said.
“Why are you smiling, darling?”
“Mommy! He’s playing with your breasts!” she said, giggling.
"Excellent!" The man's voice was full of encouragement. "You'll be the best referee! That's the first thing I made your mother do, and you did a great job. Now watch closely, I'm going to say something second, and see if your mother dares to do it... Are you ready, referee?"
"Ready!" My daughter was very excited.
"Okay, let's begin..." His other hand grabbed my left breast. In front of my seven-year-old daughter, he grabbed both of my breasts and shamelessly fondled and squeezed them. My daughter stared intently at his hands. "Tell her how much you like this... you like men playing with your breasts."
I hesitated for a moment.
"Tell her!" His voice was low but full of threat. "I want to hear you tell your daughter that you like men doing those filthy things to you. If you don't want to, little darling... just say 'cowardly chick,' and I'll let you go. That's it, little darling... say that magic phrase, and I'll stop immediately..." He laughed, seemingly hoping I would give up soon.
"It's okay, Emily... I like it this way." Under his tyranny, I had no choice but to submit. "I feel good when he plays with my breasts."
He squeezed my breast hard and warned me in a low voice, "Not 'breasts'... it's 'boobs.' Keep going, don't give yourself away... tell her that men have been playing with your boobs all along, tell her how much you enjoy it."
"Go on." His body pressed tightly against my back from behind. I knew what I'd told my daughter had already excited him.
I hesitated, then finally mustered my courage and feigned cheerfulness, "Yes... I like it, baby. It feels good. There's nothing wrong with it. I've let a lot of men touch me like this. Your father used to do it all the time... but there are many other men..." I desperately held back my tears, but Emily laughed uncontrollably.
"Okay," he said, deliberately making sure Emily could hear him, "now I'm telling you, you don't dare... unbutton your shirt. Remember to watch her, baby, don't let her cheat."
"Okay, Uncle Bob!" My daughter sat up straight on the sofa excitedly, her innocent eyes wide.
My fingers trembled as I unbuttoned my shirt, one button at a time. Before I'd unbuttoned it all, the man's hand slipped inside. As soon as I finished unbuttoning, he ripped open my shirt, letting my daughter, who was staring intently, see my chest. He fondled my breasts for a while, then pushed my bra up to my chin, exposing them completely to Emily.
He began to caress my naked breasts, kneading them, squeezing them, pinching my erect nipples with his fingers. He said to Emily, "Men do this every time your mother goes out on a date, right?"
"Yes," I said.
Emily watched him fondle my breasts with curiosity. He took off my shirt and bra and threw them on the floor. I stood in the middle of my living room, naked in front of my daughter.
"Tell her you like men to undress you. It's very sexy."
I knew I had to satisfy him. I had no choice but to submit. "Mommy likes men to undress Mommy, Emily. Take off their clothes and let them see...touch...play with my breasts, it's very sexy."
"Great...ask her if she likes your breasts."
"Do you like Mommy's breasts, Emily?"
"Yes...they're wonderful!" She laughed happily.
"Do you want to have breasts like mine? Would you like to have full breasts like mine someday?"
"Yes!"
"Tell her she will. Tell her how good it feels to have a man play with your breasts."
"You will, baby...one day, your breasts will be like Mommy's...men will like to touch them...like he touches mine...you'll like to have men touch your breasts, it feels so good."
Emily giggled.
Under the gaze of my seven-year-old daughter, he slowly played with my breasts. She seemed completely captivated by his actions. I was ashamed to admit it, but he was indeed very skilled at playing with my breasts...very stimulating...despite my terrification, my body was already reacting inappropriately.
The man whispered between slightly breathless breaths, "Good...good...you did very well...smart girl."
Emily covered her mouth, laughing happily as she watched my breasts being squeezed into various shapes between the man's fingers.
"Now, I want her to touch you too. I said you're too scared. Let her touch your breasts, or give up right now."
God, I thought. No! But did I have any other choice? After hesitating for a moment, I said, "Do you...do you want to touch them, darling? You can touch them. You can see what they feel like."
"Smart girl...you'd better not mess this up."
"Come here, baby, you can see better." Emily jumped off the sofa and walked towards us...she was only up to my waist...under the man's threat, I continued, "Please touch them, baby...listen to Uncle Bob. I want you...I want you to touch them..."
Emily slowly reached out her hand. I felt my daughter's tiny fingers gently grasp my breasts...I felt her gently pinch my erect nipples...I felt her palm press down, carefully kneading them. She was imitating the man's actions. The man continued to whisper in my ear.
“Sweetie, do you know what nipples are for? They’re for sucking. Babies love to suckle them. Men suckle them too… It feels so good to be suckled by a man. When you were a baby, you suckled my nipple all day long. Now that you’re all grown up, I want you to suckle again… Please… Uncle Bob is challenging me, and I’m not letting you suckle my breast.”
“Boobs,” he corrected me.
“Ah, boobs… Please don’t let me lose this game… Do as he says, darling, it’s okay… I really want you to suckle again.”
“Can I really?” My daughter looked up at me, her eyes so pure.
“Yes, yes, sweetie.”
Emily smiled happily, her face close to my breast. I bent down… her lips took a nipple into her mouth… a feeling I hadn’t experienced in years… My daughter’s warm, moist little mouth began to suckle my nipple.
“That’s sexy,” the man said. “Tell her you feel really good.”
“I feel really good, Emily. Mmm…please don’t stop…I love you, Emily…I love you so much.” I gently held Emily’s head and pulled her into my arms. One of the man’s hands played with my buttocks, while the other hand kneaded the breast that Emily was sucking on. Emily’s lips were wonderful, her tongue pressed against her nipple. For a moment, I almost wished she would stimulate her nipple back and forth with her tongue like the man did.
“Okay,” the man said, “I have a new challenge, little mommy: take off your skirt.”
I released Emily, she spat out her nipple, took a step back, licked her wet lips, and her eyes shone with joy. “Mommy, that’s so cool.”
“Okay, child, now watch your mommy undress for us.”
He continued to play with my breasts. I unzipped the side of my skirt, and it slid down to my ankles. His hand immediately slid down my abdomen and directly into my panties from the front, his fingers groping and slipping into my labia. Emily's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth agape. "Mommy!" she exclaimed, "He's touching you there!"
I didn't want to frighten her, nor did I want to upset the man. I said, "It's okay, darling. This is a new challenge. I'm not angry. Actually, I'm happy. It feels good when he touches me there."
"That's right, child. Your mother likes it. She loves it when men touch her there, doesn't she, little mommy? You like it when men touch your pussy, don't you?"
"Yes, yes! I love being touched there. To be touched...touched in my pussy, I...I feel so good."
"Many men have touched me there."
"Many men have touched me there, baby...I like it. Many men. I let them touch me there. I'm willing to let them touch me there." As he said this, one of his fingers slipped into my vagina.
He whispered in my ear, "Have her pull down your underwear so she can see."
"Darling... can you do me a favor? Pull down my underwear? So you can see too?"
My seven-year-old daughter took a step forward, a sweet smile on her face, "Okay... um, um... then you'll be naked, Mommy."
"It's okay, my good daughter... Mommy likes to be naked. I like to take off all my clothes... so you and Uncle Bob can see my body... I like to be naked for men." I had to obey all the man's orders. I had to obey. I had to make my daughter think this was just a fun game, not a cruel, cold-blooded rape.
The little girl knelt in front of her mother, grabbed the sides of her panties, and slowly pulled them off her mother's buttocks. She saw the neatly trimmed pubic hair, the parted pink labia, and the man's middle finger disappearing into the labia. She watched in a daze as the middle finger slowly went in and out. She also saw the glistening sticky fluid on the finger.
She smelled the faint musky scent emanating from her mother's lower body. She saw the finger pulled out of the wet opening and brought to her mother's mouth. Her mother quickly took the finger in her mouth and licked it clean. The finger then went back down, slipped between the labia, swished gently, became covered in sticky fluid again, and was put back into her mother's mouth. Mom closed her eyes, sucking on her fingers as if they were the most delicious thing in the world. Emily licked her lips, wondering what it tasted like.
"Let her see your pussy."
"See my pussy, darling." I could barely breathe.
"Let her see how I play with you. Tell her how good it feels."
"See Uncle Bob's hands, baby. See how they're touching Mommy's pussy?... Ah... It feels so good to be touched like that... Mmm..." He started pinching my clitoris with two fingers, and my buttocks immediately began to twist back and forth involuntarily. "See how he plays with that little bean... That's Mommy's clitoris... Mommy is happiest when a man touches it..." My breathing became more and more rapid.
"You like this, don't you? You're as wet as a tap turned on."
"Yes, yes, see my pussy... baby... see him play with my pussy."
"Very good... Now, another challenge... I want to see you kiss your daughter."
He pressed hard on my shoulders. I knelt in front of Emily. I bit my lip, my mouth filled with the taste of my own love juice. I said, "Kiss me, baby. I love you!" I held her head and kissed her rosy cheeks.
"No. Mouth to mouth. Tell her how boys kiss her on dates."
I hugged my daughter tighter. She hugged me back. Holding Emily like this, completely naked, felt very strange. But I had no choice. "You'll start dating boys in the future, baby. Do you want to know how boys kiss you?"
"Yes! Yes!" She loved the idea. I knew she was curious about boys… Now I understood just how curious she was.
"They'll kiss you like this." Our lips met. I parted my lips slightly, took her upper lip in my mouth, and began to kiss her passionately. Her mouth was so small. She was just a child. But she also began to kiss my lips.
After we separated, the man said, “Tell her she’s a real kissing pro…and give her another good kiss.”
“You were great, sweetheart. You like kissing like that?”
“Yes! It’s fun!” She smiled brightly.
“Now let’s kiss again…open your mouth a little wider, don’t be afraid. It’s okay.” Our lips met again, and we kissed passionately. I decided to use my tongue more. I was worried she would be scared, but I had to please the man. She quickly learned to use her tongue. Our tongues slipped into each other’s mouths, intertwining like children playing a game. She pressed against me, and I held her tighter. When we finally separated, I gasped, “I love you, Emily. I love you so much. I would do anything for you.”
“I love you too, Mommy.”
The man chuckled. “You would do anything for her?”
Still kneeling on the floor, I looked up at him, then down at the floor. “Yes…anything.”
“Ask her if she’s ever seen a man’s penis.”
I hesitated.
“Ask her, baby. Or… ‘Cowardly Chick’?”
“Darling?…” I stared at the floor in humiliation, struggling to muster my courage. I understood his threat. I had no choice. I kept telling myself I had no choice. “Have you ever thought about what it would be like for a man to be without pants?”
“Yes, I have.” Emily’s voice wasn’t terrified at all. In fact, she was quite happy.
“Would you like to see today, son?”
She smiled at the man, very excited. “Yes! Really? Really? I can really see?”
“Yes, son. Your mother will let you see mine… won’t she, baby?”
“Mommy! You’re so sweet!” Emily gave me a big bear hug, then turned to the man, her eyes full of expectation.
Emily’s reaction relieved me. I guess it was because I knew she wouldn’t be traumatized… If she were forced, screamed, cried, she would be left with lifelong trauma. However, her eagerness still made me a little sad. I don’t know why. But the man was playing me like a cat with a mouse, manipulating me at will, and he was about to rape me, while my daughter was overjoyed, as if it were the most fun game in the world. "Hold on," I encouraged myself, "it will all be over soon."
"Okay, little mom. You heard...she wants to see. I challenge you not to let your daughter see my penis. Take off my pants."
Emily and I knelt in front of him. I felt so helpless as I went to unbuckle his belt. My daughter was watching my every move. My heart was in my throat. I unbuckled his belt and loosened the buckle on his pants. I saw a huge bulge in the front of his crotch. My hand touched it; it was as hard as a rock. I swallowed hard and unzipped his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear; his trousers slid down to his ankles. My daughter stared intently at his penis.
I stared intently at his penis too. Fully erect, a tuft of dark pubic hair peeked out, pointing diagonally into the air. Viewed from the side, the glans looked like a helmet, pressing against the vein-covered shaft. I have to admit, it was indeed a good penis, not too big…not too small. About sixteen or seventeen centimeters, circumcised, straight and hard. In other circumstances, it might have made a good lover. I looked at my daughter. Her face was full of surprise and admiration. She bit her lower lip, her eyes fixed on it.
"How is it? How's my cock?"
I was speechless.

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