Free Succulent Prey by Wrath James White

mouth as anything but
    incoherent shrieks. She was sure he had gotten the picture, though. His eyes
    softened with emotion when he looked at her as if her words had wounded him.
    Ridiculously she almost felt sorry for him, sorry for hurting him. She knew it was the victim in her talking. The sick creature that believed she deserved al of this. That she'd deserved every hateful thing a man had ever done to her.
    Alicia fought hard to keep her hatred
    burning, but even with the big cannibal hovering above her, she found it hard to hate him. He was just doing what men
    do: hurt women. Women like her always
    got hurt. It was the way her life had
    always been. And when Joe eventual y
    kil ed her it would just complete the cycle of violence that had begun with her very first sexual experience, consensual sex turned gang rape in the basement of the local gang leader.
    Men had never been kind to her. Why
    should she have expected her life to end any differently than this? Watching him cum while chewing up her nipples had
    convinced her that she was going to die. Stil , she did not find the thought as
    terrifying as she should have. A part of her had always known that she would
    end up this way. Ever since the day her father caught her in the garage giving
    blowjobs to twelve guys from the
    neighborhood street gang and she'd
    gone down on him too to keep him from
    kicking her ass, she knew that she was
    no good. Alicia's father had looked at
    her with hurt and disgust on his face after he'd ejaculated down her throat. She'd
    giggled as she saw the defeated look on his face. She licked her lips thinking
    about how things would change around
    the house now, how she'd replace her
    mother as the woman of the house.
    No way he could tel her what to do or
    keep her from doing whatever she
    wanted now that she'd sucked his cock.
    Alicia would always wield the power to
    not only get him thrown in jail, but
    ostracized from family and friends, and excommunicated from the church. He'd
    been tempted into sin by his own
    adolescent daughter. Alicia had hurled
    her laughter like daggers at his back as he fled the garage. Later that night he'd blown his head off with a shotgun. Alicia had run into the garage to find him sitting at his workbench with the shotgun stil
    clenched between his teeth, the top of
    his skul and al the contents of his brain pan sliding down the bare Sheetrock in
    a gruesome col age of blood and gray
    matter. She had screamed loud and
    long. She'd never stopped screaming.
    Every time she came she screamed out
    for her dead father.
    At the funeral everyone had asked the
    normal question: "Why did he do it? He had so much to live for." Only Alicia had known why. He kil ed himself because
    he'd had sex with his own daughter and
    because he'd enjoyed it and he'd have
    done it again. Alicia ran away from
    home after the funeral. She couldn't face her mother knowing what she'd done.
    She didn't even have the luxury of one of those tragic stories that most runaways had. She hadn't been raped or molested
    by her old man, she'd molested him,
    seduced him to avoid punishment. Yeah,
    he could have resisted, but she knew he wouldn't. At age twelve she already knew al about what made men weak.
    She'd saved her little brother from being forced into joining the Puerto Rican gang that ran the neighborhood by sucking off the whole crew. She hadn't done it just for him, but because she'd always
    wanted to feel a man's cock in her
    mouth, ever since she'd discovered
    those videos under her father's bed. So she'd done it and she'd liked it, and she liked the fact that the toughest guys in the neighborhood now treated her like a woman and not like just another dumb
    kid. So she did it again and again until she got caught.
    After she ran away, she'd gone to live
    with some of the guys from the gang,
    getting gang raped almost daily until she was able to afford her own place. Alicia had known then, as she lay on that
    sweaty mattress in the basement