Destiny
Prologue
A young girl stood atop a lonely cliff. A gentle breeze
blew her pale hair from her face. The sea turned angrily against the jagged
rocks below the cliff. Deanna looked up to the cloudy sky, tears slipping
quietly from her emerald eyes as her mind drifted back to the night before. The
touch, the feel, the pain….
*Flashback*
“No, Daddy, please no!’ the girl screamed the man violently sheathed himself within his daughter. She screamed in pain as he thrust in and out of her swiftly, with what strength his drunkenness would allow.
“You know,” the man slurred. “This would be far less pain if you would just submit,” a smirk appeared on his face. “But a lot less fun for me.”
She
couldn't understand why he did this to her. Why he beat her to the point where
they could barely sit up, let alone walk and go about her daily life as if
nothing had happened.
"Why?" was all she could manage to get out between spurs
of pain.
"Oh, because
you're so warm and inviting" was his only reply. She wanted to die then. She
wanted to die every time he did this, and whenever he would leave her beaten and
bloody on the floor after one of her many beatings, she just wished she would
die so she wouldn't have to go through the pain all over again the next time he
came home drunk. He had beaten her mother just as bad as he beat her but her
mother wasn't his sex toy anymore. He had beaten her to death two months before,
and since then he had gone after her almost every night.
He gave one last thrust before his seed shot into her,
and with a cry of pleasure he collapsed on top of her breathing hard. She too
was breathing hard but not from pleasure. She was in so much pain she couldn't
bear it. He had come at her as he had never before.
When he had come home that night, drunk as a skunk if
you will, he was in a bad mood from losing close to three hundred dollars in a
poker game at the local bar he went to almost every night. He was mad and to
soothe his fuming nerves, he had something in mind. He stormed up to her room
where she was sound asleep in a ball at the end of her bed. "Deanna," he
whispered seductively. She was immediately awake at hearing his voice and she
knew what was coming.
"No, Daddy, please." She whispered her plea. He quietly
strolled over to where she was now sitting up. She was visibility shaking,
scared out of her mind, as he come right up to her and touched her breast. "No
Dad," she said a little bit louder. "No!" and all but yelled.
"Are you
telling me no? I am the master of this house and you will obey me!" He continued
to touch her as he brought the other hand down to her privet area.
"No," she said as she slapped his hand away, immediately
regretting it, as his hand flew across her face knocking her to the floor.
"Now hitting your Dad isn't very nice is it?" He asked
in his seductive, drunken tone. "You know the penalty for not being nice now
don't you." It wasn't a question. He brought his hand up again and punched her
square in the face almost breaking her nose. He then grabbed her hair and
dragged her back onto the bed. "You know your purpose . You are only here to
serve me." As he said this he touched her again and then slowly brought his hand
down to her nightshirt bottom. "Well, now this is in the way, isn't it." Again
not a question. As he said this he took both hands and ripped it right down the
middle exposing her breasts for him to see. "There now isn't that nice?" He
slowly and seductively fondled one of her breast with one hand as his other
slowly worked on getting her underwear off.
Deanna started kicking, trying to get up as he did this,
which only resulted in receiving a hard punch to the stomach, knocking the wind
out of her. She coughed and gagged as she tried to get enough air to fill the
void the was now in her lungs. "There now, you see. If you kick and try to get
away only pain will follow. Submit to me and you will feel no pain."
Only in my heart Deanna thought as her once dear
father again started to remove her underwear. He quickly got them off and
started to rub her. Then he slowly inserted a finger in probing inside her. He
stopped only for a moment as he exerted his finger to remove his pants, while
still fondling her breast as he held her down. When his pants were off he put
his face right next to hers as he positioned himself at her entrance
"Now we could
do this the easy way or we could do this the fun way. Or at least the fun way
for me."
"No!" she screamed as she squirmed and tried to get away
only to gain another fist in her stomach.
"I guess we're gonna do this the fun way," he grinned.
He repositioned himself and just before he thrust into her he leaned down and
whispered in her ear, "You're never going to escape me. You will be my sex salve
until I'm done with you. And by the looks of how you're turning out, I can tell
you it won't be for a long time." Just as he finished he little speech he thrust
into her, hard. "Your so nice, and warm. Pity I didn't discover you sooner." He
said as he thrust into her to even harder. He could feel he climax coming, and
fast.
"Daddy! No, Daddy, please no!! " the young girl screamed
as her father violently shoved himself into her harder. "Ahhhhh!! " She screamed
in pain as he thrust in and out quickly and with all the force he could muster,
being drunk out of his mind.
End of Flashback
Deanna cried slightly to herself as she remembered the
night before. "Why? Why must he always do this?" she asked herself quietly. She
looked over the edge of the cliff she was standing on. She had run way that
morning and this was where she had ended up. She had run away many times before,
trying to get away from him but he had always found her and given her the
beating of a lifetime. She had never been to that cliff before but something in
her heart told her which way to go when she left. "He's right. He'll never let
me go. This is the only way to end my suffering," Those were her last words as
she flung herself over the cliff to her ultimate demise.
---
"Ouf!" Piccolo let out as something smashed onto his
back as he was flying to Goku's house to spar with Gohan. "What the Hell!" He
shouted as he turned his head only to come face to face with an unconscious
young girl that had fallen out of the air and right onto his back. He grabbed
the girl by the arms and swung her over his head and into his arms. What the
Hell? Piccolo thought to himself as he looked at her. Where'd she come
from? He looked around for plane of some kind. No such luck. She had just
materialized out of nowhere and fallen on him. Well, what the Hell am I
suppose to do with her now? For a brief moment he contemplated just dropping
her, but the morals Gohan had in stored within him stop Piccolo from doing so.
Piccolo knew he had to take her with him. I'll leave her with Chichi. She can
deal with her.
TBC