Learning The Ways Of The World: Extreme Taboo Erotica (eBook, ePUB)
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Teaser:Lucy Pines watched her father drag the lame leg behind him. It scraped along the roughshod floor, its dragging sound an incessant reminder of her father's suffering. He drew himself up to the chair and stared down at her. "What are you looking at, bitch?" "Nothing, Daddy. I was just-" He raised his hand, as if to slap her across the face. "Please! No!" she begged. It was a fifty-fifty chance that he would follow through. He hit her like that before, often enough and with no real reason, so that she no longer knew what prompted his rage. Sometimes, she suspected, he was just testing h...
Teaser:
Lucy Pines watched her father drag the lame leg behind him. It scraped along the roughshod floor, its dragging sound an incessant reminder of her father's suffering. He drew himself up to the chair and stared down at her. "What are you looking at, bitch?"
"Nothing, Daddy. I was just-"
He raised his hand, as if to slap her across the face.
"Please! No!" she begged. It was a fifty-fifty chance that he would follow through. He hit her like that before, often enough and with no real reason, so that she no longer knew what prompted his rage. Sometimes, she suspected, he was just testing his strength, trying to see if he could still keep her in line. "I didn't mean anything. Really ..."
He lowered his hand. "Ah, stop your moaning. I'm sick of it." From the side he lowered himself into his chair. Then he used both hands to pull his leg up and around in front of him under the table. "You're like your mother," grumbled Ace Pines. "Always staring. Always wishing for things that can't be." He looked up at her. From behind the lapels of her house coat leaned the supple flesh of two full creamy breasts. "And cover yourself up for the love of God! Where do you think you are?"
Lucy pulled the robe tight around her chest.
"You act like some sort of whore," continued her father. "I saw you eyeing that one today. What's his name? George? The new counselor?"
Lucy Pines watched her father drag the lame leg behind him. It scraped along the roughshod floor, its dragging sound an incessant reminder of her father's suffering. He drew himself up to the chair and stared down at her. "What are you looking at, bitch?"
"Nothing, Daddy. I was just-"
He raised his hand, as if to slap her across the face.
"Please! No!" she begged. It was a fifty-fifty chance that he would follow through. He hit her like that before, often enough and with no real reason, so that she no longer knew what prompted his rage. Sometimes, she suspected, he was just testing his strength, trying to see if he could still keep her in line. "I didn't mean anything. Really ..."
He lowered his hand. "Ah, stop your moaning. I'm sick of it." From the side he lowered himself into his chair. Then he used both hands to pull his leg up and around in front of him under the table. "You're like your mother," grumbled Ace Pines. "Always staring. Always wishing for things that can't be." He looked up at her. From behind the lapels of her house coat leaned the supple flesh of two full creamy breasts. "And cover yourself up for the love of God! Where do you think you are?"
Lucy pulled the robe tight around her chest.
"You act like some sort of whore," continued her father. "I saw you eyeing that one today. What's his name? George? The new counselor?"
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