When I was 11 my Dad got drunk one day and raped me. Mom had divorced him and got a big settlement and got custody of me and got a lot of child suport money from him in advance then just booked and we never saw her again. The cops wanted her but I don't know if they ever got her and I never was interested in looking.

So my Dad was really nice and always loved me and was never mean to me. He really never abused me before that but he had just got in trouble with his boss and took it really bad and got drunk for the first time I ever saw and he just grabbed me and dragged me into his bed and took off our clothes and kept calling me by my mom's name and he raped me. I tried telling him who I was but he wouldn't listen. Then after he passed out with me partly under him. I was crying and all of it hurt but I wasn't hurting just because of what he did to me but I was hurting because I could see clearly that he did it because he was hurting. As he slept I hugged him and fell asleep naked spooning him.

The next day my dad woke me by jumping out of bed and he was all apologetic about the whole thing and was crying and going on about being a horrible monster and child molestor and I thought he was going to kill himself. Then he put on some clothes and told me to get dressed and I thought we were going someplace and he called my aunt and said to come here and then he handed me the phone and told me to dial 911 and ask for the police and tell them that my Dad raped me.

I started to cry and told him no I didn't want to and that I loved him and that I would rather be raped again than have him go to prison and I then stripped myself naked and said "rape me again if you want but don't ever leave me."

Then he cried again and and said he was going to do it himself and I yanked the cord out of the wall and begged him not to and then I said I would tell the police you were lying and that a boy in school raped me.

Finally he gave up and my aunt got there and wanted to know what was so serious and I said that Dad found out that I had sex with a boy and was so pissed he was afraid he would hurt me and I could tell he was pissed that I lied but I was pissed that he would abandon me just to make his concience feel better.

So I spent the weekend with my aunt until my Dad calmed down then she took me home and she left me with my dad alone and I told my dad he better not ever leave me. He said again he thought he was a monster and I asked if he wanted to rape me again and he said no and I sait it must have been the booze and he agreed because he never tried anything before. I told him he was not a monster and that I loved him and the whole thing was a mistake and he should just forget it and he said he couldn't and I asked why and he said that now that he had raped me all he could think of was raping me again and was afraid he would do it again.

So I told him that he could rape me again if he wanted to and I would never tell but never leave me and that raping me was not a good enough reason to leave me.

He never raped me again and never tried to do anything to me again and in fact practically turned himself into my slave. He never asked me to do chores again and in fact the only thing he ever made me do was eat right, take care of my health and do my homework and work hard in school but that was it. So I started to take a little advantage of that like kids often do and I even teased him sometimes by wearing sexy clothes in front of him and sometimes deliberately squirming in his lap.

When I was 18 I told my dad for the umpteenth time that I loved him and forgave him and then I added that I am glad he raped me and wished he had done it again and often and don't feel guilty for doing to me what I wanted him to do and he finally started to feel better. As I said he never tried anything but I did once get him drunk again and gave him a hand job though it took forever to make him cum. I was trying to get him to rape me again but he wouldn't but could not fight me off so after that I told him that we were even no since I did it back to him and finally he stopped beating himself up about raping me when I was 11.

There are worse things to a little 11 year old girl than being raped by her Daddy. For example living with her evil aunt.