Daddy’s rapetoy
Me and my daddy were on our way to California, for a father daughter vacation. I’m 12, and my daddy is 47. We were stuck in a traffic jam so we just started talking for a bit. I was wearing a crop top with a mini skirt, since it was summer. He put his hand on my thigh and slowly starting moving up. “W-what are you doing daddy??” I asked, confused and frightened. With no answer from him he started forcefully pulling my shirt off. I tried to fight back, but it was useless. It was dark outside so no one could see in. He threw me into the back seat and soon climbed back there too. I was topless with only a bra and my skirt on. “This is what girls like you get. …