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My parents left this morning on a getaway. Ugh, they claimed it was an early anniversary. But I know the truth. They'd rather be anywhere but near me. And the last thing mister step daddy said, “Would you please wear more clothes in this house?”
I can’t! It’s too morbid in this manor. And it's darkness peels the fabric from my skin with its sharp teeth of voracity. A thong and bra are how I deal with this shit.
Because our parents are running away, Kat is having a party tonight. She calls it Teabagging Lil Sis. Ugh, whatever that means. But I don’t care about any gathering. Fuck people. Fuck everyone. It’s too damn depressing!
Why does no one understand my sorrow? And how many high school seniors do you know who wear clothes when they’re sad? Not many, that’s for sure. And that sick motherfucker Mom married… I showed his ass two days ago. I got him!
Greg had been drinking his disgusting beers all day, watching stupid hockey. I hate sports. I hate everything! Well, I decided to test his loyalty to my mother and waited for him to pass out. This girl will prove what kind of monster he really is.
Walking on eggshells, I stepped behind his recliner. Furrowing my disgust at his snoring, carefully, I pulled a blindfold over his eyes. He woke up and reacted, “Kinky.”
Kinky? That sick son of a bitch.
I went around him and sat on his lap. That pervert grabbed my waist and asked why I was wearing thongs like Lula. He implied, “This isn’t like you, Nancy. But I like it.”
Like it? I felt like screaming, “I just turned 18, you fucking asshole!” Rather than educate Greg about the wrong with this, I squinted my eyes at the ice skaters and rubbed myself back and forth against his legs. I wanted to see how far this sick fuck would go. Suddenly, his grizzly hands grasped my waist. I knew this would happen, but I didn’t expect this to feel so weird. Ugh, at that moment, I felt a connection to the stories I heard about guilt from sexual assault. This motherfucker had no right to put his fucking hands on me!
In order to make him believe that I am his 110-pound wife rather than his hundred-pound stepdaughter, I grabbed my knees to gain more weight. This sick fuck and his dirty hands compelled me to puke in his mouth. I felt like decapitating his head and showing it off on YouTube. Instead, I had other plans. This girl will prove to Mom the pervert he always was.
I leaned back into him, which was a mistake. What was I thinking? His sweaty hand fondled my puny stomach as I watched it. His other perverted fingers ran along my hip. I watched them, too. They danced across to my crotch. My pulse elevated to this violation as my eyes widened, and his index finger slipped under my thin pink panties. Why is he doing this to me? I’m his step-daughter! He prodded my innocence—I gasped! Instinctively, I grabbed my breasts, arched my back, and tossed my head over his shoulder into the cushion. He uttered, “Hold on, something isn’t right.”
Greg took off his blindfold. His extensive eyes locked with my weak ones. He yelped, pushing me off in the process. I hit the carpet. That violent asshole nearly broke all the bones in my body.
“You sick little bitch!” he cursed me with rage I’ve never witnessed before. I nodded with anticipation as he stood. That nasty, bad man had a bulge in his shorts. I felt violated as I bit the tip of my pinky.
Greg shouted, “You belong in a mental institution!” He stormed out of the room.
“Yeah, run away, you piece of shit pedophile! I’m still a baby!”
Later that night, Mom told me she wanted me to leave the home while they were gone on their getaway. “I called the doctor, and he will pick you up on Saturday,” she said. “I want you out of this house, young lady.”
I bawled my eyes out the entire night. That asshole violated me. He touched me in a place no man his age should ever. And I have to leave? I was the victim.
I was the fucking victim!
Forget this dour realm. Forget this fucking mansion. I’m done caring. And I hope tonight, my sister’s fraternity friends will teabag me into the next world. Hopefully, there, it won’t be as cruel as this living god-forsaken hell.
On the next adventure of Lula’s Loony Lust©, she arrives at Oceanview Hospital. Only in her panties and bra, she shivered to the nurse as her mascara ran down her rosy cheeks. She expressed her opaque dismay and told her that this world was too cruel for her innocence. However, due to her age, they couldn’t place her in the adolescent ward. So they sent her to the adult building. Will she find the peace she’s seeking? Or will another bad, bad man violate her innocence? “It was a little past midnight when I snuck into his room. I climbed on top of the bed and straddled him with my puny legs. He said, “You make me wee wee feel funny.” This 35-year-old Down syndrome man is about to rape me!”
I can’t! It’s too morbid in this manor. And it's darkness peels the fabric from my skin with its sharp teeth of voracity. A thong and bra are how I deal with this shit.
Because our parents are running away, Kat is having a party tonight. She calls it Teabagging Lil Sis. Ugh, whatever that means. But I don’t care about any gathering. Fuck people. Fuck everyone. It’s too damn depressing!
Why does no one understand my sorrow? And how many high school seniors do you know who wear clothes when they’re sad? Not many, that’s for sure. And that sick motherfucker Mom married… I showed his ass two days ago. I got him!
Greg had been drinking his disgusting beers all day, watching stupid hockey. I hate sports. I hate everything! Well, I decided to test his loyalty to my mother and waited for him to pass out. This girl will prove what kind of monster he really is.
Walking on eggshells, I stepped behind his recliner. Furrowing my disgust at his snoring, carefully, I pulled a blindfold over his eyes. He woke up and reacted, “Kinky.”
Kinky? That sick son of a bitch.
I went around him and sat on his lap. That pervert grabbed my waist and asked why I was wearing thongs like Lula. He implied, “This isn’t like you, Nancy. But I like it.”
Like it? I felt like screaming, “I just turned 18, you fucking asshole!” Rather than educate Greg about the wrong with this, I squinted my eyes at the ice skaters and rubbed myself back and forth against his legs. I wanted to see how far this sick fuck would go. Suddenly, his grizzly hands grasped my waist. I knew this would happen, but I didn’t expect this to feel so weird. Ugh, at that moment, I felt a connection to the stories I heard about guilt from sexual assault. This motherfucker had no right to put his fucking hands on me!
In order to make him believe that I am his 110-pound wife rather than his hundred-pound stepdaughter, I grabbed my knees to gain more weight. This sick fuck and his dirty hands compelled me to puke in his mouth. I felt like decapitating his head and showing it off on YouTube. Instead, I had other plans. This girl will prove to Mom the pervert he always was.
I leaned back into him, which was a mistake. What was I thinking? His sweaty hand fondled my puny stomach as I watched it. His other perverted fingers ran along my hip. I watched them, too. They danced across to my crotch. My pulse elevated to this violation as my eyes widened, and his index finger slipped under my thin pink panties. Why is he doing this to me? I’m his step-daughter! He prodded my innocence—I gasped! Instinctively, I grabbed my breasts, arched my back, and tossed my head over his shoulder into the cushion. He uttered, “Hold on, something isn’t right.”
Greg took off his blindfold. His extensive eyes locked with my weak ones. He yelped, pushing me off in the process. I hit the carpet. That violent asshole nearly broke all the bones in my body.
“You sick little bitch!” he cursed me with rage I’ve never witnessed before. I nodded with anticipation as he stood. That nasty, bad man had a bulge in his shorts. I felt violated as I bit the tip of my pinky.
Greg shouted, “You belong in a mental institution!” He stormed out of the room.
“Yeah, run away, you piece of shit pedophile! I’m still a baby!”
Later that night, Mom told me she wanted me to leave the home while they were gone on their getaway. “I called the doctor, and he will pick you up on Saturday,” she said. “I want you out of this house, young lady.”
I bawled my eyes out the entire night. That asshole violated me. He touched me in a place no man his age should ever. And I have to leave? I was the victim.
I was the fucking victim!
Forget this dour realm. Forget this fucking mansion. I’m done caring. And I hope tonight, my sister’s fraternity friends will teabag me into the next world. Hopefully, there, it won’t be as cruel as this living god-forsaken hell.
On the next adventure of Lula’s Loony Lust©, she arrives at Oceanview Hospital. Only in her panties and bra, she shivered to the nurse as her mascara ran down her rosy cheeks. She expressed her opaque dismay and told her that this world was too cruel for her innocence. However, due to her age, they couldn’t place her in the adolescent ward. So they sent her to the adult building. Will she find the peace she’s seeking? Or will another bad, bad man violate her innocence? “It was a little past midnight when I snuck into his room. I climbed on top of the bed and straddled him with my puny legs. He said, “You make me wee wee feel funny.” This 35-year-old Down syndrome man is about to rape me!”
Mumbai Mental Assylum
