Excerpt from my new book, "NADINE"
We did help mama clean up the kitchen. By the time daddy returned, Brother and I were in the bed. Mama had everything cleaned up and she was sitting in the den. He came in and saw her folding some clothes that she had in a basket. She was watching the news.
"The kids gone to bed?" he asked.
"Yes."
He walked in closer. "What did you cook?"
"We ate hot dogs."
"Hot dogs?"
"We weren't expecting you tonight, Charles."
"Ok. I see what goes on here when I'm not home. You don't cook. You don't clean. You don't make sure the kids do what they're suppose to do. What do you do when I'm gone, Nadine?"
Mama didn't say anything. Daddy walked over to where she was sitting. He stood there looking at her. She didn't look up at him because she knew that he had been drinking and that tonight wasn't gonna be a good one.
"I'm talking to you! And what the hell are you wearing?"
Mama had on a skirt. She also had on a halter top that pulled down around her waist and tied around her neck. Again, she didn't say anything. She started putting the folded clothes back into the basket. Daddy walked over and started kicking and knocking the clothes around.
"I said I'm talking to you!"
Mama stood up. She moved away from him but he moved wherever she did.
"What's the matter, Nadine? Cat got your tongue?" he asked.
"Charles, why don't we just go to bed?"
"I'm not ready for bed."
"Well, I am." She tried to walk past him but he pushed her back.
"No. No, you're not." He grabbed her by her top and snatched it from around her neck. Mama covered up her breast with her arms.
"Leave me alone!" she cried. "Why can't you just leave me alone!"
"Cause I don't like what you're wearing. You don't even have on a bra."
"I don't need one on around the house."
"How do I know that you didn't wear that out of the house. Where did you get it from cause I know my money didn't buy it.?"
"My sister."
"Oh, well your sister dresses like a whore and now she's trying to dress my wife. No. I'm not having it. I didn't marry a whore. Or did I , Nadine?"
He started grabbed her by the arm and pushed her down on the couch. "You want to be a whore, I'll treat you like one."
She was struggling to get up but he held her down and started slapping her. She managed to slide on the floor in her attempt to get away from him. He finished ripping the halter top off her. She kept telling him to stop. She didn't want to scream out because she didn't want us to hear her.
"I'm gonna screw you like the whore you're trying to be. I have to teach you, Nadine," daddy said.
As he was pulling up her skirt, she was trying to pull it back down. She closed her legs together. Once daddy got her skirt up, he pried her legs open and forced himself between them. She begged him to stop. He began to rip her panties off. She started hitting on him. He slapped her in return several times. Daddy held mama's hands while he opened his pants. Since he could only hold her with one hand, mama was able to get her hands free and began pushing him off her. He took her by her wrist and put her hands above her head while still being between her legs. He then positioned himself so that he was sitting on her chest with his knees pinning her shoulders down. She couldn't move. It didn't matter that her legs could move freely because she couldn't even kick him from that position. He pulled out his ***** and started trying to force himself in her mouth. She would turn her head from side to side and tighten her mouth. Each time that she refused him, he would slap her. He kept slapping her. Then he grabbed her by her throat and threaten to chock her to death if she didn't cooperate. She finally did. He grabbed her by her hair and motioned her head up to meet every thrust he forced in her mouth. Mama started feeling sick. She felt as if she was going to pass out. He got off her shoulders and held her arms down with his hands as he slid down in a prone position on top of her. He then forced himself inside of her and began thrusting as fast and hard as he could. Mama laid there motionless. She was trying not to think about the pain and humiliation of what he was doing but he began talking out loud to her.
"Tell me you like it," he demanded. "Say it!" he yelled.
"Yeah, you like it," he whispered. He started ejaculating. He pulled out and used his hand to finish releasing himself on mama. Then he wiped himself with the end of her skirt.
"You're such a whore, Nadine. You get what you deserve," he said as he got up.
Mama laid there on the floor crying and feeling numb. She had a cut in the corner of her mouth and her legs and arms were bruised from trying to fight daddy off and his roughness. Daddy took pleasure in forcing himself on mama. It gave him this power and control over her body that he couldn't get from hitting on her. He called her his personal little whore. He would force her to do things that she didn't want to do including anal s*x. She became pregnant that night, but she didn't know it at the time.
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"The kids gone to bed?" he asked.
"Yes."
He walked in closer. "What did you cook?"
"We ate hot dogs."
"Hot dogs?"
"We weren't expecting you tonight, Charles."
"Ok. I see what goes on here when I'm not home. You don't cook. You don't clean. You don't make sure the kids do what they're suppose to do. What do you do when I'm gone, Nadine?"
Mama didn't say anything. Daddy walked over to where she was sitting. He stood there looking at her. She didn't look up at him because she knew that he had been drinking and that tonight wasn't gonna be a good one.
"I'm talking to you! And what the hell are you wearing?"
Mama had on a skirt. She also had on a halter top that pulled down around her waist and tied around her neck. Again, she didn't say anything. She started putting the folded clothes back into the basket. Daddy walked over and started kicking and knocking the clothes around.
"I said I'm talking to you!"
Mama stood up. She moved away from him but he moved wherever she did.
"What's the matter, Nadine? Cat got your tongue?" he asked.
"Charles, why don't we just go to bed?"
"I'm not ready for bed."
"Well, I am." She tried to walk past him but he pushed her back.
"No. No, you're not." He grabbed her by her top and snatched it from around her neck. Mama covered up her breast with her arms.
"Leave me alone!" she cried. "Why can't you just leave me alone!"
"Cause I don't like what you're wearing. You don't even have on a bra."
"I don't need one on around the house."
"How do I know that you didn't wear that out of the house. Where did you get it from cause I know my money didn't buy it.?"
"My sister."
"Oh, well your sister dresses like a whore and now she's trying to dress my wife. No. I'm not having it. I didn't marry a whore. Or did I , Nadine?"
He started grabbed her by the arm and pushed her down on the couch. "You want to be a whore, I'll treat you like one."
She was struggling to get up but he held her down and started slapping her. She managed to slide on the floor in her attempt to get away from him. He finished ripping the halter top off her. She kept telling him to stop. She didn't want to scream out because she didn't want us to hear her.
"I'm gonna screw you like the whore you're trying to be. I have to teach you, Nadine," daddy said.
As he was pulling up her skirt, she was trying to pull it back down. She closed her legs together. Once daddy got her skirt up, he pried her legs open and forced himself between them. She begged him to stop. He began to rip her panties off. She started hitting on him. He slapped her in return several times. Daddy held mama's hands while he opened his pants. Since he could only hold her with one hand, mama was able to get her hands free and began pushing him off her. He took her by her wrist and put her hands above her head while still being between her legs. He then positioned himself so that he was sitting on her chest with his knees pinning her shoulders down. She couldn't move. It didn't matter that her legs could move freely because she couldn't even kick him from that position. He pulled out his ***** and started trying to force himself in her mouth. She would turn her head from side to side and tighten her mouth. Each time that she refused him, he would slap her. He kept slapping her. Then he grabbed her by her throat and threaten to chock her to death if she didn't cooperate. She finally did. He grabbed her by her hair and motioned her head up to meet every thrust he forced in her mouth. Mama started feeling sick. She felt as if she was going to pass out. He got off her shoulders and held her arms down with his hands as he slid down in a prone position on top of her. He then forced himself inside of her and began thrusting as fast and hard as he could. Mama laid there motionless. She was trying not to think about the pain and humiliation of what he was doing but he began talking out loud to her.
"Tell me you like it," he demanded. "Say it!" he yelled.
"Yeah, you like it," he whispered. He started ejaculating. He pulled out and used his hand to finish releasing himself on mama. Then he wiped himself with the end of her skirt.
"You're such a whore, Nadine. You get what you deserve," he said as he got up.
Mama laid there on the floor crying and feeling numb. She had a cut in the corner of her mouth and her legs and arms were bruised from trying to fight daddy off and his roughness. Daddy took pleasure in forcing himself on mama. It gave him this power and control over her body that he couldn't get from hitting on her. He called her his personal little whore. He would force her to do things that she didn't want to do including anal s*x. She became pregnant that night, but she didn't know it at the time.
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