A Daughter's Revenge

by Mandurah

©Copyright 2024 by Mandurah

Chapter One

My parents must have been drunk or on drugs when they named me. Can you imagine calling a baby girl Fanny? Not Francis, but Fanny, a shortened name for Francis, go figure. I’m an ass in America or a pussy in England, according to slang. Now I understand why other kids teased me so much in my early life and with the surname of Osgood. I have the unfortunate initials of F.O.

Often teased by the boys with an English background when they say, “Fanny, show us your Fanny.” Resulting in them getting a punch to the face, similar to the boys with American knowledge when they say, “Can I put my meat in your Fanny?” That left me in trouble with the principal again. Either suspended or detained for a week. Mum didn’t care. She was a drunken no-hoper.

I never knew my father. I’m probably the result of a one-night stand or some ill-gotten fling Mum had. Since I can remember, it was a revolving door as far as men were concerned, with a new one coming to live with us for several months before moving on, with Mum living on social security, and whatever she could screw out of the men who came to stay.

We lived in the poor part of town. You know the type. Low socioeconomic area, the girls are cheap and easy. The boys are rough and tough. Well, not this chick. I’m not cheap, but I’m rough, and maybe that’s why I’m still a virgin at almost sixteen, unlike the other girls, with most of them having their cherries popped at fourteen.

In my second year at high school, year eight, I called myself, and anyone who met me for the first time, Naf, by using part of my Christian name. Yeah, so cool. That was neat, giving me the revised initials of N.O. Naf off, yeah, that was really smart of me. However, the teachers and older students called me Fanny.

Mum’s latest guy had been around like a bad smell for a year. His name is Antonio. Maybe Mum liked the name, but to me, he was a Dropkick, pissing his wage away every Friday night after work at the pub and not getting home until eight-thirty, reeking of beer, demanding his dinner.

Then, on Saturday, he would spend the afternoon at the TAB (Totalisator Agency Board) betting on the horses, always looking for the big winner that never came. When he came home later that night, drunk again, I would hide in my bedroom as he slapped Mum around, fearful he might hit me. She was his punching bag, and for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why she didn’t throw him out.

With Mum not having a lot of money, I wasn’t expecting anything for my sixteenth birthday, so when she gave me my birthday card with fifty bucks inside before going to school, you could have knocked me over with a feather.

“Wow, Mum, thank you so much for the fifty. So cool. Awesome, like It’s more than I expected.”

What she said next almost made me vomit.

“I had no money, so Antonio gave me the fifty so I could give it to you as a present.”

Man, that was so disappointing that her Dropkick boyfriend gave me the fifty through her. Why didn’t she make out it was from her, or not give me anything? I know we’re broke.

That evening, we had a birthday party for three: Mum, me, and Dropkick. Although still underage, Mum gave me a vodka cruiser to drink with tea, and after the first, Dropkick got me a second. Wow, my first taste of grog, what an effect it had. I quickly lost any inhibition as my head became fuzzy.

The drinking continued, and by this time, Mum was drinking straight vodka, glass after glass. Dropkick kept filling it up every time it was empty and continued to ply me with more grog. By the time ten came around, Mum had passed out on the lounge, and she didn’t look pretty with her mouth and legs open, the top three buttons of her top undone, and arms by her side. She looked a real tart.

After falling asleep in the chair, I dragged myself to bed with my head spinning and feeling drunk. I stripped off, leaving my panties on, put on my nightie and climbed into bed. The room spun when I closed my eyes. Oh shit, this didn’t feel good. The door opened, and Dropkick came inside, put his hand over my mouth and said, “Don’t you dare scream, or your dead meat.”

Chapter Two

My eyes bulged in fear as he removed his hand from my mouth and wrapped it around my throat, choking me. His free hand pulled the sheets back, lifted my nightie, and lowered my panties to my knees. Even though I was affected by alcohol, I knew I was about to be raped. He relaxed his grip around my throat, allowing me to breathe and swallow from time to time. He lowered his pants and jocks, took out his cock, and rubbed it over my lips. “Open your mouth. You little tease.”

His hand tightened around my throat again, and I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He took the opportunity and stuffed his cock into my mouth and said, “No teeth, or I’ll knock the living daylights out of you if you bite, you little tart. Now suck.”

After loosening his grip, I sucked on his tool while he licked his fingers and tried to stick a finger up my dry pussy, and then he added more drool until he worked a finger inside me. It hurt. My pussy was dry and quickly became sore as he forced his finger in and out, finger fucking me. I sucked on his knob, not knowing what to do. I’ve never touched a cock before, let alone had one in my mouth.

He turned my head to the side and face fucked me, making me gag several times while drool ran from my mouth. Scooping it up, he used it to lubricate his finger as he continued to finger my muff. His thrusting got faster, and he held me by the hair as he shot his spunk into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. I was choking and spluttering as more spunk continued to spurt into my gob until he stopped and let his shrinking cock rest on my tongue as I swallowed his pungent seed.

“Suck my cock clean.”

After swallowing his jizz, I cleaned his cock. Thinking the abuse was over, I pulled up my panties and was about to lower my nightie when he pushed it over my head, covering my face, lowered my panties to my knees again, and climbed on top of me, forcing himself between my legs.

My small breasts were the object of his desire, and his hands mauled my perky boobs, squeezing my nipples, causing me to moan in anguish, with his cock on top of my mound growing harder by the second. One hand went between my legs and rubbed up and down my pussy, circling and playing with my clit. His mouth sucked on one nipple as he tormented the other with his fingers, twisting and squeezing, making me shriek.

Then he pulled back and dropped saliva onto my box, quickly pushing a finger inside me, then a second, making me yelp until he clamped a hand over my mouth to keep me quiet.

Oh, no, the moment I dreaded, he was rubbing his cock up and down my gash, and then he entered me. Oh my God, what a way to lose my virginity, forcefully raped by my mother’s boyfriend! Pain shot through my pussy as he pushed in, going balls deep with saliva for lubricant, as tears streamed down my face while this shit of a man fucked me. Holding my legs high in the air, mercilessly pounding my cunt.

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