Don Morrissey stood in the open doorway watching as his daughter Dannii began to undress.   Fifteen years old, Dannii was barely five foot tall, with a graceful, ballerina-like figure, large almond eyes, and glossy auburn hair, which reached down almost to the top of her backside.

Although her figure was trim, with very few curves yet, Don felt his penis throbbing from excitement as Dannii unzipped her Levis, then wiggled her backside to make the denims slither down to the floor.  Stepping out of the jeans, she bent at the waist to retrieve them and Don’s eyes almost popped out of his head as he saw the thin material of her flimsy panties stretched tight across the pink rounds of her buttocks.

Although his hands ached from the need to step forward and grab a large handful of one of those beautiful fleshy orbs, he forced himself to stay where he was, watching as Dannii continued her strip-tease, still oblivious to his presence.   As she pulled the sweater up over her head, for a moment she was caught, with her head concealed from view, but her small, pointy breasts and soft round arse clearly outlined through her translucent, white underwear.

Don was sorely tempted to take advantage of her predicament to get those soft breasts into his hands.  But somehow he managed to control himself as Dannii began to twist and turn, wiggling her little body around erotically, until finally she pulled her head free and threw the sweater onto her bed in anger.   Then slowly she unclipped her bra and let it drop to the bedroom floor, then pulled down her briefs to stand naked in front of her father.

Although her pajamahs were already laid out on her bed, Dannii ignored them and stepped across to the double-door wardrobe beside the bed.      She opened one door, behind which was afixed a full-length mirror.

Seeing the mirror Don stepped slightly back into the corridor, but continued to watch as Dannii began to examine herself in the mirror.

At first he thought she was giving herself a breast examination (as his wife Karla did periodically

to make certain there were no potentially carcinogenic lumps).   But then, as Dannii began to caress her breasts firmly with her left hand, her right hand delved down to the moist thatch between her legs and began to gently stroke in and out a few centimetres, to the obvious pleasure of the teenager whose breathing began to come in short, sharp gasps as she brought herself ever closer to release.

Dannii had almost reached her climax, when she heard the sound of excited breathing behind her.   Looking round she was shocked to see her father standing in the doorway watching her.   “Daddy?   I…?” said Dannii.   She quickly pulled her moist fingers from her pubic area and reaching for the purple quilt on the bed, to pull it up to cover her nudity.   Completely unaware that Don still had a perfect view of her from behind in the mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door.

“Oh Jesus!” said Don in excitement.   He started into the room toward her.

Seeing the glassy look in her father’s eyes and the large erection pushing up against his trousers, Dannii began to back away in fear.   Until her bare backside made contact with the cold surface of the mirror.   With a shriek she jumped forward again, dropping the quilt and landing right in her father’s arms.

Pinioning Dannii’s two hands in one of his, he was able to easily hold her still as his other hand explored her body, making Dannii shriek as he pinched her small breasts cruelly.

“That’s beautiful!” said Don, before leaning down to suck one of her large nipples into his mouth, making her gasp in shock and pleasure as he began to nuzzle it.

“D-daddy!   Don’t!” said Dannii, in a very throaty voice.   “Please don’t!”

“You want it as much as I do!” said Don.   He tweaked one of her nipples, which were both as hard as little bullets.   “See!  I bet your pussy’s soaking too!”

“N-no it’s not!” protested Dannii.   “And that’s only…only like that because of the cold.”

“Well don’t worry honey, daddy’ll soon warm you up,” said Don.   He lowered her back onto the bed, so that he could climb between her spread-eagled legs.

Still holding her hands above her head with one hand, he managed to struggle out of his clothes with the other.   Taking his penis firmly in his hand he began rubbing the glans against her tight, virginal opening.

“Oh daddy don’t!…It hurts!   Daddy it hurts!   It hurts!   It hurts!   It hurts!” shrieked Dannii.   She futilely tryied to struggle free from her father, as he brutally forced his member up into her body.

“Oh Christ, that’s good!” screamed Don.   He savoured the vice-like grip of his daughter’s vagina for a moment, before starting to pound his way in and out of her body, still pinching and pawing her body with one hand, seemingly for hours.   Until finally he came with a gushing outpour that caught Dannii by surprise by its heat and volume, making her climax despite herself.

That night Dannii dreamt she was being smothered by a great weight which pressed down on her, squashing her body, forcing the air out of her lungs.   When she awakened the next morning, the dream seemed to be continuing, as she found herself lying on her back on top of the bed, with the prostrate figure of her father draped half across her.

‘Daddy?   What…?’ thought Dannii, puzzled for a moment as she struggled out from under him.   Then, as she looked down at herself and saw the black-and-blue bruises covering her breasts and thighs, and the dried red stain on her pubic thatch, she remembered what had happened the night before.

Careful not to wake him, in case he wanted her again, she climbed out of bed, scooped up her school uniform and staggered off toward the bathroom to take a quick shower before heading to school.

Although it was a bright, sunny day when she finally got outside, her mind and body were in too much turmoil to appreciate the sunshine: Her mind confused and scared about what her father had done to her, what he might do again tonight when she returned home from school — or over the next three months until her mother returned from overseas –, her body aching from the pinch and bite marks that covered her from neck to thigh.

*      *      *

“Hi.   How’re they hanging?” asked Ti-Ling, her best friend, as Dannii rode into the bicycle shed.

“Down to my knees,” said Dannii, making Ti-Ling laugh, although Dannii’s breasts were so sore from the night before, that it really did feel as though they were hanging to her knees.

“Hey, wow, a giant mosquito bite,” teased Ti-Ling, noticing a large hickie on Dannii’s neck, while she followed her friend out into the schoolyard.

“Very funny,” said Dannii, as they were joined by two other girls, Suzie and Gabbie.   “What’s very funny?” asked Gabbie.

“Nothing,” said Dannii with a sigh.   She was unable to conceal her depression from the others.

“Hey, I know how to cheer you up,” said Suzie.   “How about going on a rumble today, at lunchtime?”

“It never fails,” agreed Ti-Ling.   Her green eyes sparkling from delight at the idea.

“No…No, not today…I don’t feel up to it,” said Dannii.   She walked stiff-legqed across toward the classrooms.

“Huh?” said Ti-Ling, not quite believing her ears.   “She really must be out of sorts if she’s not in the mood for a rumble.”

“You’re not wrong,” agreed Gabbie, as Dannii hobbled away, with the three teenagers all staring after her.

A rumble is when the girls from the York Street High School (led by Dannii and Ti-Ling) bicycled five kilometres to the Whitmark Street Girls’ Technical School, to beat the living hell out of the Whitmark girls.   Whereas the York Street School was a progressive school, which trained its girls in athletics and sports, the Whitmark school took the old-fashioned view that girls should not engage in nasty, sweaty pursuits like sport, but rather in ladylike activities such as needlepoint, cooking, and dressmaking.   So, although there were nearly five hundred girls at the Tech. and only three hundred or so at the High, there was no real fighting: The York Street girls simply beat the hell out of the Whitmark girls.

The reason for the rumbles, was that half a kilometre from the girls’ Tech., was an all-boys Technical School.   Although the two Techs. were separate by a few blocks of houses, behind the houses was a grass-covered trail, leading from one school to the other.   During breaks the students could race down the lane to meet halfway for a few minutes of heavy-duty necking and petting, before having to turn round and race back toward their respective schools.

On the other hand York Street High was five kilometres from the boys’ Tech., and although the High School was co-ed., the York Street girls had decided long ago that the Whitmark boys were better than their own (mainly because they were harder to get to).   So, from time to time the York Street girls would ride down to beat up the Whitmark girls as a warning to keep away from the Whitmark boys.

*      *      *

That afternoon Dannii was on edge as she returned home from school.   Her father would not return

from work for another couple of hours, but she knew she would not be able to fight him off after that.  Her mother, Karla, was away in America, visiting her sister in Springfield Illinois, so Dannii could not run to her for protection.   Besides, as much as she hated what her father had done to her the night before, it had not done any permanent damage, and she would not want to get him into trouble with the police.

She stood in the doorway of her bedroom for a moment, wondering if the tiny lock on the door would keep him out.   But then, remembering how easily he had held her down with only one hand, she decided he was strong enough to kick the door in.   And he would only be mad at her for trying to lock him out.  And I’d rather he wanted to fuck me, than beat the hell out of me! thought Dannii.

Expecting Don to drag her off to bed as soon as he got home, Dannii spent the next two hours doing her homework, then washing the dishes and doing other household chores to get them out of the way first.   Hearing a car pull up outside shortly after 6 p.m., she thought, ‘Well I guess this is it!’   She crept to the lounge room, where she stood peering out through a slat of the Venetian blinds, her heart pounding in her chest from nervous expectation.

Her father’s Mitsubishi Magna was parked outside the house, however, for a moment Dannii could not see her father.   Then she saw him standing near the back of the car.   ‘He’s taking something out of the boot,’ she thought.

As he straightened up again, she stared at the framework of gleaming metal for a moment before thinking, ‘A bike, it’s a bike!’ as he took it out of the boot of the car.   For the last six months Dannii had been nagging her father to buy her a new bicycle to replace the rusty old wreck that she already owned.   But he had always told her to save up for it out of her weekly allowance.   “At $10 a week, it’ll only take you fifteen or twenty weeks,” he’d insist, forgetting that if she saved all of her pocket money for a bicycle, she’d have nothing left over for clothes, or records, or going to the movies.   And as the leader of her group at school, Dannii had an image to maintain.

Yet here he was wheeling in a sensational-looking bike, which couldn’t have cost a cent less than $300.   ‘Unless he’s going to take up riding to work, to save money on petrol, or something?’ she thought.   She went across to open the front door for him.

“Ah honey,” said Don, seeming embarrassed to see her.   “Er…This is for you.”   He pushed the bike in through the doorway.

“But why?” asked Dannii.   She wondered whether she should be looking a gift horse (or gift bike) in the mouth.

Don hesitated for a moment, before saying, “I figured it was silly for you to have to wait so long for one…I know how hard it can be to save out of a few dollars allowance a week.”

Not quite certain how to react, Dannii accepted the bike, half expecting her father to attack her from behind as she wheeled it down the corridor to her bedroom.

Instead he vient to the dining room to await his supper, then took a shower, before settling down in front of the television for an evenings viewing.

By late evening Dannii had started to think the night before had all been a bad dream. or else her father was so riddled with guilt he had decided not to touch her again.   But her hopes were finally shattered when around a quarter to ten he switched off the TV and strode purposefully toward her bedroom door.

“Daddy!   Please don’t!” pleaded Dannii as he began to advance toward her bed.

“Sorry honey, but daddy needs this,” he said.   He climbed onto the bed beside her.

“Daddy!   Don’t!” shrieked Dannii, futilely struggling against him.   But just like the previous night he was able to easily overpower her and force her to submit to him.

This time it wasn’t as bad for Dannii.   There was very little pain and no blood.   But as her father fucked her, she thought, ‘It was payment!  The bike was payment for this!’   Crying softly, she wondered whether it was worth it?

Finally spent, Don rolled over and fell asleep with his back to Dannii.   Looking down at her sleeping father, she thought, ‘He’ll probably think that I owe it to him now!   That he’s bought it, just like I was a whore, or something!’   And with ninety days to go until her mother returned, Dannii decided he had made a cheap investment at a couple of hundred bucks for ninety days service.   ‘Make that ninety nights!’ she thought, as she headed toward the bathroom to clean herself up.

*      *      *

“Hey, great wheels!” said Ti-Ling, the next day as Dannii rode the new bicycle into the schoolyard.   “I thought you’d only saved up half the money?”

“It’s…it’s a gift from my old man,” explained Dannii.

“Wow!” said Suzie.   A large crowd gathered around the two girls to admire the bike.   “I wish I had a dad like yoursl”

‘I wish you did too,’ thought Dannii, ‘instead of me!’   She almost broke down and told them why her father had bought it for her.   ‘As a bribe to buy my silence!’ thought Dannii.   But she realised it would weaken her standing in the school.   Both because of the stigma of being raped, and also because as the leader of her gang she was supposed to be tough — not some kind of crybaby.

From then on there was nothing that Dannii could do to stop her father from raping her every evening.

It was about a month after the arrival of the bicycle that Don surprised her with her next little “gift”.

“A 51-centimetre, colour television!” said Dannii in surprise.   Her eyes gaped wide as her father staggered under the weight of the television as he carried it into the house.   “Can I have the old one now?”

The old TV was only 34-centimetres, but still was a big improvement over the 22-centimetre, black-and-white set she owned — the last hand-me-down, when they had bought the 34-centimetre TV seven years ago.

“No honey, this one is for you,” said Don.   Dannii wondered if she had heard correctly.   She followed her father down the corridor toward her bedroom, still half-expecting him to detour at the lounge room.

For the next few weeks Dannii was too overwhelmed by delight at her new bike and new TV to worry much when her father visited her at night.   She didn’t actively encourage him, but she no longer tried to fight him off.   Now regarding it as a reasonable payment for the expensive gifts.

There were about five weeks to go before Karla Morrissey would return from America, when Don bought Dannii her next gift: A multi-screen, speed-search VCR, worth over a thousand dollars.

“Oh daddy, daddy, you’re fantastic!” squealed Dannii.   She threwi her arms around his neck, not even protesting when he reached down to grab her backside in his hands.

For the next month or so they were lovers, as Dannii willingly responded to her father’ advances.   Now finding sex could be enjoyable, and, of course, still excited about the expensive presents.

It was about a week before Karla’s return that the two lovers had their falling out.   They were lying together, naked on Dannii’s bed, when out of the blue she said, “You know, there’s not a real lot worth watching on TV these days.”

“Don’t you want the TV and video anymore then?” teased Don.

“Oh sure I want them, they’re wonderful,” said Dannii quickly.   She snuggled down onto the bed to rub her naked body up against her father.   “It’s just that –” she paused for a moment, a little unsure of herself — “just that they’re wasted on Neighbours and crap like that.   And there’s nothing on during the daytime fit to set the VCR to record while I’m at school.”   As her father started to nuzzle her small breasts, she rubbed her chest against his face and said, “It’d be better if I had some video cassettes to watch.”

“You want me to buy you a year’s membership in a video library?”

“No…That would be okay…Except it’d mean wasting half my spare time rushing down to the library to exchange tapes.”

“Then what did you have in mind?”

“It’d be better if I could buy my own videos.   There are two or three companies now specialising in budget-priced videos for only twenty or thirty dollars,” said Dannii.   “But the problem is that I only get $10 allowance a week, so it’d take too long to build up a decent collection.”

“Oh I see,” said Don, running one hand down along her naked body.   “All right then…suppose I double it to $20 a week?”

“I was thinking more like $50.”

“What?” asked Don, not believing his ears.

“Then I could buy a new video tape every week, and still have money left over for clothes and stuff.”

“No way!” said Don, angry now.   “You can forget about that.   $20 okay…Maybe even $30…?”

“You bloody cheapskate!” screamed Dannii.   She sat up on the bed to shout down at her father.  “$50 a week is a bargain, considering what you’re getting for it!”

“Jesus Christ!  You’re talking just like a common whore!” said Don, climbing off the bed.   “I wonder what your mother would say if she could hear you right now?”

“I wonder what she’d say if she heard about what you’ve been up to over the last three months!”

“Why you little bitch!” shouted Don, towering over Dannii, expecting the teenager to cower away from him.

Instead she stood her ground and said, “Go ahead and hit me!   I wonder what mum’ll say when she hears about that too?”

For what seemed like hours, Don stood glaring down at Dannii, wanting to belt her across the head, to wipe the smug look off her face.   Finally he calmed down enough to say, “All right…I’ll think about it.”

“Don’t think too long,” said Dannii as he turned to walk away.   “Mum’ll be home in another seven days.”

Don stopped in the doorway.   He glared in at his daughter for a moment, then turned and stormed off to his own bedroom.

Over the next week there was a brooding silence between the two of them, with Don only visiting Dannii twice at night.   By the time Karla returned home, he still had not agreed to give Dannii the $50, although he had given her $35 that week.

“My goodness,” said Karla, looking round at Dannii’s new bicycle, television, and video-recorder.  “You’re spoiling this girl, Don.   Why don’t you ever spend money like this on me?”

“He’s promised to raise my allowance too,” said Dannii.   She received a look of pure hatred from her father, standing behind Karla.   Until she started to turn back toward him and he had to quickly adjust his facial expression.

“Not too much,” said Don, trying to play it down, although he knew that he would have to give her the full $50 to keep her quiet.

“Just enough,” said Dannii with a giggle.

‘My God!  What have I let myself in for?’ wondered Don.

‘$50 a week!’ thought Dannii.   She knew he was too weak to stand out against her for long.   ‘And this is just the beginning!   All I have to do, whenever I want something from now on, is threaten to tell mum on him!’

Dannii had difficulty controlling her urge to giggle, as she thought, ‘And I won’t even have to do much for it!’ knowing that things would be very different now.   Over the last ninety days her father had had things his own way, having sex with her almost every night.   But now her mother was back from America, he’d only be able to have her on rare occasions when the two of them were alone together.   ‘No I won’t have to do too much at all!’ thought Dannii, knowing she had her father well and truly over a barrel.

THE END