My experience as a covid quarantine rape vitctim

I was 18 and in the last few months of high school when Covid shut the world down. I went from seeing my friends every day to being stuck at home 24/7. Ultimately there would also be no prom and no graduation ceremony. It had been just me and daddy since mom passed three years earlier

Dads stock trading job moved to working from home. I took on the role of being the quarantine cook and housekeeper while daddy worked. He also helped with my schoolwork whenever I needed it. Daddy also loved his mixed drinks, something he started on in the afternoon but also had days that he started in the morning.

I stood 5'10" tall thanks to both mom and dad being tall. They had both played basketball. I played volleyball and basketball with a volleyball scholarship offer. I kept my Sandy blonde hair cut just past my shoulders, I have hazel eyes and b cup breasts.

I was never a bashful girl, in the morning I didnt see a problem with walking through the house in my panties and tank top or nighty. I also loved my clothes to fit either short, tight or both, I loved my figure and wasnt afraid of showing skin. I had the same boyfriend since freshman year but with quarantine, I never got to see him, just phone calls, video calls, or text. The hardest part of not seeing him was not being able to have sex.

What I didnt know when quarantine started was that my daddy had secret desires for me. He would gaze at me if I passed by, but I didnt think anything of it because he usually said something or asked me a question.

Then one evening as I was at the stove working on dinner, daddy came into the kitchen. He mixed a drink and we were having a casual conversation about his day of work. I was in a pair of my cut off shorts, a crop top and the apron that had been mom's daddy took a sip of his drink, set it down and walked over behind me.

"What are you making?" He asked

"Just spaghetti tonight, I found a sauce recipe i wanted to try" I replied

Daddy was close behind me and I felt his hands move around my midsection between the top of my shorts and the bottom of my crop top. His hands rested on my belly. He was pressed against me and looking over my shoulder.

"It smells good" he said as his fingers caressed my belly "your mom would be proud of how good of a cook you are"

"Thank you" I replied, unsure of why he was caressing my belly, his fingers were now along the waistband of my shorts.

"Let me know when it is ready" he said and kissed my neck, against my butt, I felt the bulge that had formed in his pants.

Daddy let go of me, took his drink and headed back to his home office. I was stunned by what had just happened and the bulge against my butt. It had been so long since my boyfriend had his arms around me that I kind of liked daddy's arms around me. I went back to focusing on my task, passing off what happened as sonething harmless.

The next few days were pretty normal, I had my school work, daddy had his work, then we would have dinner and sit down together to watch TV. It was normal for daddy to put his arm over my shoulders, he had done it since i was young. On that night, I was wearing a tank top and my denim skirt. Daddy's arm was over my shoulders, has hand resting on my arm.

As I focused on the TV, I felt his fingertips start to gently caress my arm. I didnt say anything, he had done this before. Then his hand moved off of my arm and it rested against the side of my breast. I glanced put of the corner of my eye, his eyes were on my breasts. I crossed one thigh over the other, starting to feel a little awkward. His hand turned and his palm was on the side of my breast.

I fidgeted slightly, daddy had never done this before. I didn't say anything. Then his hand started to move onto my breast. I began to panic inside, this wasnt normal, but I was scared to say anything. His hand moved side to side slowly, his thumb rubbed my nipple and I felt it get hard. Now it was getting really weird. I fidgeted again, how was i supposed to get out of this? As his hand continued, it started to feel good.

His hand moved up my breast and above my tank top, his fingers traced the edge of the fabric. Then his fingers slid under the fabric and was getting closer to my bare breast. I wanted to say stop, but I couldn't speak. His hand moved onto my breast and I panicked. I finally found the words to say that I was tired and heading to bed. Daddy pulled his hand out of my tank top and said okay. I made it to the safety of my room and changed for bed. What would have happened if I had stayed on the couch with him.

Things seemed normal again after that night, the only thing that was a little off was that daddy was drinking earlier in the day. I put the couch incident put of my mind and focused on my daily task of remote school, cleaning, and cooking.

Finals were fast approaching and I was growing nervous about them. It was the last hurdle to graduating, meaning I spent extra time at the kitchen table studying. It didnt help that my boyfriend had recently dumped me and that was distracting me. Daddy knew what I was going through and tried to be of help with advice or talking.

Daddy was at the kitchen counter fixing another drink when he saw me drop my hand to the table in frustration, my other palm resting on my forehead as I stared at the text book.

"You okay?" He asked

"I just want this all to be over, ive never been this stressed"

"You know what college professors tell their students when they have trouble studying?"

"At this point ill take any advice that helps"

"Drinking, alcohol relaxes you"

"Im not old enough to drink"

"You're about to graduate high school, you are 18, youre an adult" Daddy walked to the table beside me and put the drink he had mixed in front of me.

I sighed and picked up the bourbon and coke. I took a deep breath and took a sip. Daddy laughed when my face contorted from the kick of the bourbon. He told me to just sip it and I would get used to it. He mixed another drink and took that one with him.

I did start to get used to the taste. My body still shivered from the kick of the alcohol after each sip. He was right, I was able to focus a little more. As the glass reached empty, Daddy entered to check on me and poured another one. I was starting to feel a little giddy, the effects of the alcohol. Daddy set the drink down and stood behind me, his hands on my shoulders.

"You're doing great baby, I love you" he said as he leaned down and kissed the top of my head.

I thanked him and took another sip of my drink. His hands started to caress my shoulders beside the thin straps of the sundress that I was wearing. The touch and the alcohol helped me relax even more. He kissed the top of my head again as his hands moved slowly up and down my arms. I didnt say anything, it actually felt really nice.

His hands moved back up to my shoulders and came to rest on either side of my neck. His thumbs began to massage the back of my neck where I had been feeling tense. I closed my eyes and lowered my head. He massaged for a few moments, then his hands gently caressed the sides of my neck. He didnt know that it was an area of my body that made me horny. I fought back that feeling, this was my daddy.

His hands slid down and then down my bare chest above my dress. His fingers got to the edge of the dress and slid under the fabric. I took a long sip of my drink and shuddered from the kick. His hands were now moving onto my breasts, I was speechless again, I managed to get out the words "daddy, stop".

"Madison, this will help you relax"

"You're not supposed to touch me like this"

"We are both adults, just let it happen" he said as his hands explored my breasts.

His hands moved up and out of my dress, he moved his hands to the straps of my dress and started to pull them toward my shoulders. I tried to get up, as I stood, he grabbed me around my waist with one arm and pushed the chair aside with his foot.

"Daddy, stop" I demanded

"We both need this" his free hand pulled one strap down my arm, then the other. He grabbed the front of my dress and pulled it off of my tits.

One arm held me tight against him, his free hand fondling my breasts, daddy started to kiss the side of my neck. I tried to pull away but he was too strong. He moved me to another side of the table and forced my chest down against the wood top. I was now panicking, I could feel the bulge against my butt. Daddy's free hand started to pull the bottom of my dress up.

Then I felt my panties being pushed down. When they got to my knees, his foot pushed them the rest of the way off. I started to cry, but that didnt deter him. He shifted behind me and I heard a zipper being lowered. Then I felt his shaft start to rub between my pussy lips. His cock was hard and longer than my now ex boyfriends

"Daddy please dont im your little girl"

"My little girl is all grown up and gorgeous" he kissed my neck "just relax"

My instinct was to resist, but he was too strong. I felt the tip against my entrance, I really started to panic, my daddy was about to rape me. I started to cry as he pushed into me, I cried out from the initial pain. His cock inched deeper into me. In no time he was all the way in me.

Daddy's cock rammed my pussy hard and slow at first, long strokes. Each one made me yelp loudly. I begged him to stop, that only made him ram my pussy a little faster. His hands pinned me to the table. His speed increased, I cried out louder, his cock ramming into my cervix each thrust.

Suddenly I heard him groan "oh fuck, oh fuck" over and over, his thrusts hit me harder. Then I heard "oh fuuuuuck yessds" and he rammed into me and stopped. The familiar feeling from my ex boyfriend when he came inside me. I panicked, daddy was cumming inside me and I wasnt on birth control. I started to cry harder. Daddy slid out of my pussy and walked away. I moved from the table back to the chair, I pulled my knees to my chest, placed my face against my knees and cried.

It was the first of many occurrences between us during quarantine