My Dad m****ted me from birth. He r**ed me from the age of three. He did this every day, sometimes more than once a day until I escaped. Mom died when I was a baby. Dad called me his little wife. He home schooled me and frightened me into hiding our secret from any official that came to visit to check up on us. He had me memorize speeches to cover up what he did. He taught me how to act well adjusted and hide my pain. When I was 12 he got me pregnant. I knew it within a few weeks. He had taught me enough about reproduction that I knew I was pregnant. I knew that he would do to our child what he did to me. I knew he liked both boys and girls because lots of times he brought boys over and had r**ed them in front of me or made me have sex with them. Some I liked if they were cute but I could never be alone with them and I hated being gang r**ed on my dad's make shift state while the rest sat in the audience jerking off cheering the rapists on.

I knew there was a world beyond my Dad's compound. I just didn't know the extent of it. I had snuck into my dad's office enough times when he wasn't home and read books, magazines and checked out the internet to figure out what was what and that what my dad was doing was monstrous. I probably would not have tried to escape had my dad not gotten me pregnant but I was not going to let him fuck with my baby even if it was his baby too.

We lived out in the sticks, a perfect p**ophile's lair. Our closest neighbor's house was half a mile away. When I was about 6 months pregnant and had a huge belly one day my Dad had to go on a trip and would be gone for two days. That was my chance. I got together some clothes and went for a walk. I got to a neighbor's house and recognized the guy there as one of the guys my dad occasionally invited over to r**e me so I hid and kept walking. I ended up walking about three miles until I got town. I had never been there. The only doctor I had ever seen came to us and then my dad let him fuck with me. That would have been the only reason I would need to go to town but dad took care of that so I had never left his place in my entire life. Then I saw an odd vehicle. It was a van with a huge strange thing stuck on top and the word's "News Channel 9" on the side of the van. I was searching for either the police or maybe a lawyer's office but wasn't sure what either would look like or where to find them and didn't know who I could trust. But I saw one video on the internet once of a news reporter reporting a story about a guy who r**ed a kid and she seemed very eager to tell the story. My gut told me that this would be the person to ask for help. So I walked up to her and said "hello" She said hello back to me and looked at me very strangely. Then I said "My name is Slut and I'm 12 years old and I am going to have a baby. I think my Dad is the father but one of the men he charges money to have sex with me might be the father, I'm not sure. I just ran away while he's away on a trip. Can you help me?" I didn't know she was reporting live. The whole thing ended up live on the noon news. About five minutes later a helicopter landed and fifteen minutes later I was landing on a hospital roof.

The hospital did a r**e kit on me. I was so used to lying in that position with things stuck up my pussy I hardly noticed. I saw a whole bunch of doctors and stayed at the hospital for a week. Lucky for me someone at the news station had been r**ed as a teen and reached for a switch and went to commercial a few seconds into my little confession. They edited the video and aired an edited version on the news that evening blurring out my face. So the doctors told me I was indeed pregnant and with twins which explained why I was so huge. Before I got pregnant my boobs were just starting to grow, the day I went to the hospital I was a C-cup but I had never worn a bra before. Social services found a really nice family for me to stay with, they were an older gay couple who had two foster daughters already. I was nervous at first until I found out they were gay. I new what gay meant, it meant they weren't interested in r****g me.

I had my daughters two months later. They were born one month premature but were quite healthy. My foster Dads helped me take care of them and in fact they acted like they were their real dad's. I was so lucky. Going to school took some getting used to. I was 12 but was at a 3rd grade level no thanks to my dad. It took six years to catch up just in time to graduate from high school 2nd in my class. The twins are eight years old and we still live with my foster dads who let me stay there until I finished nursing school which I recently did. They didn't have to do any of what they did but showed to me what true love is. So now I have a job and contribute to the household and in fact since I am a nurse now I am the official house "medical officer." both my foster dads are ex navy so that is what they call me.

So I guess you are wondering what happened to my dad. Well he was apprehended the day after I escaped. The police were all over the house searching through his computer and stuff and figured out here he went and the cops there picked him up. He will never get out of prison. We found out that he is my biological dad though I had my doubts. We also found out that my mother had been kidnapped by him when she was around 7 and that he had r**ed her for years. They found her body buried behind the house. She was around 15 years old when she was murdered. They found two other bodies of young teen girls. The police identified my mother and I met my grandparents but they oddly don't want any contact with me. They never identified the other two girls. A lot of this never made it to the news. The police also found a lot of pictures of the people who participated in gang r****g me and my dad's other victims. Several of them are doing time. ONe was a teacher, another a cop, another was a business owner. They had all either paid my dad or exchanged favors with him. A number of others have not been identified. One thing I know is that eventually my dad would have killed me not long after my daughters were born. That was his MO

It turns out my dad had some assets. He had about twenty acres where we lived. I knew he owned some land but didn't know the extent. The house was torn down and the entire property was bulldozed in search of bodies then the property was sold. The cost of bulldozing was almost as much as the property was worth so after the land was sold to developers I ended up with $60k. My dad had a 401k. That account with about 120k in it is frozen until my dad dies at which point it will automatically become mine. He's in his sixties and gets assaulted a lot in prison so I'm guessing I won't have to wait long. He also had a coin collection I didn't know about and I got that in trust until I turned 18. I know have it in a safety deposit box. I decided I like coins. I think they are worth about 10k. So my story had a happy ending. I wish I could say the same about my dad's other victims. I think he has been doing this a long time and I think there were more victims but I don't know for sure. The only thing I have left to add is that he had the audacity to send me birthday and Christmas cards every year forwarded to me by children's services who thought it would be good for me. Ha! I tore them up without reading them and tossed them in the fire. After a few years I told my foster dads if they get anything else from him feel free to burn them without bothering to tell me.

So the reason I put this in revenge is I got my revenge by surviving and by having a good life and by seeing him rot in concrete and steel room. I hope his new neighbors are having fun with him. I hope they ram baseball bats up his ass. I hope they make him suffer the rest of his worthless life.

OK back to happy thoughts now.