My Mom died when I was toddler. My Dad started to molest me before I can remember. He got me pregnant when I was 12. When I was 15 I found out that my Mom was my Dad's first daughter and that her mother was my Dad's baby sister. By the time I was 17 I had my third daughter.

We lived out in the woods so far away from anyone place or anyone that I thought that was our whole world and nobody knew we lived there. We didn't have a radio or television or telephone or internet or anything and the only books we had were old kiddy porn magazines my Dad had collected. Every time I got pregnant or sick Dad had a doctor he knew look in on me and to pay the bill he had me give the doctor a blow job. I think I was probably 3 or 4 the first time I drank that doctor's sperm.

When I was 17 I caught my Dad raping my oldest daughter who was 4 at the time. I snapped and ran into the cellar and grabbed my dad's shotgun and blew his balls off. Then, while he was laying on the floor in a fetal position bleeding between his legs I shoved the barrel of the gun up his ass and shot him a second time. I took my three babies and walked all night until I reached a house. It was the first time I ever saw an adult other than my Dad, aunt or that doctor. It was the first time I had ever seen another house besides mine. That is also when I found out that females are not in fact always naked. I had never worn clothes before and neither had my daughters. We were all four of us naked when we got to that neighbor's house. I was terrified when the neighbor told me they were calling the police. I had been taught that the police came and ate little girls. I grabbed my babies and ran from that place afraid of being eaten. We were stopped half an hour later by the police. Since I couldn't read I didn't know that the symbols on his car spelled out the word "police." I had never seen a car before. Dad had an old ford truck which was the only vehicle I had ever seen. The nice man got out and went to his trunk and pulled out two blankets and wrapped one around me and another around my two oldest girls. I held the baby to my breast. The neighbor who had called the police had told them that I had escaped captivity but didn't elaborate since I hadn't told them much. The police were very nice to me and my babies and put us in the back of his car until the EMS got there which was another 15 minutes. He gave us teddy bears and some chocolate which we had never had before. During that 15 minutes I explained what happened. Normally I would have been to frightened to say anything but he was so nice to us I couldn't help myself. First one then two more EMS came and I got scared because I thought they were taking my babies away from me so it was decided that we would all ride together since we were not all seriously injured except my oldest baby who was bleeding a little from between her legs.

We spent a week at the hospital. It took a while for me to stop being scares since we really hadn't seen a lot of people before. We got a room together. Finally a nice woman from children's services came along to tell me that she found a family who would take all four of us until I turned 18 which would be in a few months. She told me all about all the services that they had and about school which I had never even heard of before.

I'm 20 now and my daughters are 7, 5 and 3. As you can see I have learned to read and write and use a computer. I am going to have my GED by the end of the year. My two oldest girls are in school. I found out that my Dad had been wanted by police for the last 25 years. They said he had murdered several people. I also found out that he owned about 900 acres which we had lived on but I had only explored about 10 of those acres. I didn't want to go back so I sold that land and now have my own house and am going to use some of the money for my college education and some for my girl's college. The only good thing my Dad did was die and leave us some money so I may not have to work to take care of my girls. It took some time to break myself of the habit of licking my daughter's pussies. I didn't know I wasn't supposed to do that but I didn't get into any trouble for it. I just stopped doing it when they told me it was wrong. I also didn't get into any trouble for killing my Dad. I am sad that I had to kill him but I couldn't stand the thought of him doing to my babies what he did to me. I also learned that the police don't eat children. In fact they turned out to be some of the nicest people there are. They have been very protective of us and didn't even file a report about me killing my Dad. The official report says he committed suicide. I guess we are very lucky that we are not deformed or diseased since they told me that children of incest usually turn out badly.

I know I can't ever be completely normal. I grew up as my Dad's sex slave and baby maker. I grew up naked thinking that having lesbian sex with your own babies is normal. I grew up thinking police ate babies and doctors were paid in blow jobs. I grew up thinking my name was Kunt Hore. Imagine having a 17 year old naked girl show up on your door step one day holding three naked babies introducing herself as "Kunt Hore" and telling you she just escaped her Dad who she had just killed because he was raping her baby. I grew up thinking the world's total population was around 10 people and that the name of the country I lived in was the "You-Es-Of-Fucking-A" I grew up thinking that urine was a beverage that made teen aged girls grow up healthy.

I think I have come a long way in three years. Children's services sends a nurse over twice a week to check on us. I have psychological sessions three times a week and a nice woman comes over five days a week to help me with my girls. I even have a boyfriend, a cop.