Ravi brought Shanti out house hunting. They were all homes suitable for a family of 4-6 pax. Shanti voiced the unnecessary size.

Ravi reasoned that he intends to sell or rent the home out when she was done with school, and that she has to learn to see things long term.

Shanti learned.

They finally settled for a Japanese themed home; minimalist; apple white theme. Shanti loved it.

They got basic furniture and started to move Shanti in within two weeks.

It was all exciting and nerve wrecking for her at the same time.

On her first day there, both parents were there with her for their final hugs and kisses before leaving Shanti to be by herself.

Parents were 5 hours’ drive away. The newest laundromat that dad was opening was only 1.5 hours away. Ravi assigned Shanti to oversee its business in proxy for him, when needed. She gladly agreed to the opportunity.

***

Three months passed and Shanti had settled into a routine. She visited the laundromat at least once a month and the staff all loved her. She was caring and considerate and was always looking to see how to make the second storey increasingly like a comfortable home for them.

Term break came. Dad drove 5 hours to bring her home. 5 hours was a long drive. So he decided to stay abt 2-3 days before driving them back.

***

Ding dong ding dong.

Shanti buzzed dad into the building. He was up at her door in less than a minute with a small bag of belongings to stay 2 nights.

Shanti smiled sheepishly when she opened the door to let dad come in.

There was only 1 bed in the rather empty home – Shanti’s queen sized bed.

Ravi walked right into her room and put his stuff down. Then went right into the attached bathroom and bathed. He then emerged from the bedroom with only his boxers on.

Shanti happened to be walked past in front of him, from the kitchen on his left, to the living room on his right, as he walked along the corridor of bedrooms.

He swiftly grabs hold of Shanti and began kissing and groping her as if they were lovers.

Shanti moaned as dad smooched her mouth, grabbed her bums and pressed her body against his.

She had not been touched by a man for 3 months and her father’s inappropriate touches turned her on.

There was a frenzy of mouths, arms and legs as they groped each other and made their way to the bed.

Ravi pushed Shanti face down on her bed and then proceeds to fall face down onto her back.

His hand goes down to hold his erection to point at her entrance.

And he was in.

With a fistful of Shanti’s hair in his hand, he pounded her mercilessly. Shanti screamed and squirmed at dad’s brutality.

“Stop ba! It hurts.”

“Hnng… unghh… arrgghh…” came the reply.

“Ow.”

“Hngmm… urgghh… nngg…”

“Ba…”

The scene looked violent, if you were a bystander looking in from the bedroom door.

Shanti’s hair was pulled back till her head was bent back and her eyebrows lifted. Her face was unrecognisable as Shanti.

Ravi had arm-locked her arms behind her back. And his dick was slamming repeatedly into her small frame.

Rough. Brutal. Just the way he likes it.

Shanti felt like a piece of fuck meat once again. Just a girl whom daddy could use to relief his sexual urges. She remembers her role in this family well. While she struggles with the feeling that it feels so wrong, she doesn’t detest her father. She views it as her duty to bring sexual relief and/or enjoyment to her father, brother and their friends.