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My name is Emma and I am six years old, today Daddy is going to show me his secret room - he says I've been a good girl and I'm old enough to help him with his work: I'm so happy! Daddy is always so quiet and he never lets me in his secret room...

Daddy is waiting for me as I come down the stairs, I put on my best dress just as Daddy asked me to and he smiles at me - I smile back and try not to bounce too much: this is going to be so much fun!

Daddy turns away and motions for me to follow as he opens the door, turning on a light as he goes down a flight of stairs - it is still rather dark down there and I stop for the first time, a little unsure.

Daddy doesn't like that, his smile fades and he gives me a look that makes me scared - he asks me what's wrong: I don't want Daddy to be upset so I say nothing and come down the stairs, trying not to jump as the door closes behind me, it smells funny down here...

Daddy turns away again and stands over a table, I look around and see the walls are covered in old newspapers and someone had drawn lots of smiley faces in crayon - looking up I see my old dolls hanging by string: Daddy had taken them away when I was very little, saying big girls don't play with dolls - their dresses were removed and someone had burned off their hair, I tried not to stare too long as they swayed back and forth.

I jump as Daddy calls me over to the table, I don't want to go and I begin to back away - Daddy gets annoyed and turns around, his eyes are angry and I run back up the stairs: Daddy runs after me and I cry out, he lifts me up and holds me close, whispering in my ear:

"It's alright Emma, Daddy just wants to show you his surprise! Don't run! Emma!"

Daddy's grip gets tighter and tighter, it began to hurt and I cry out again - Daddy's eyes grow wide and he lets me go, as if he is frightened... I run up the stairs and slam the door shut as I hear Daddy racing up the stairs again.

I lock the door and cry again as Daddy starts slamming against the door, yelling at me:

"Emma! Open the door! Daddy is sorry! Just open the door! Emma!"

I run to the kitchen and phone the police, the lady on the phone asks where I am and what is happening - I try to tell her but then I hear the door break open and Daddy rushes in: I drop the phone and run, falling on the floor as Daddy grabs me again.

I kick and scream as Daddy tosses me over his shoulder and heads back down the stairs, I don't stop screaming until Daddy tosses me on the table and tapes my mouth with tape - I wriggle but Daddy pins me down and ties my arms and legs with rope.

I cry as Daddy spins the table around, the wheels making screeching sounds on the floor, I scrunch my eyes up as the table is wheeled right under the bright light and Daddy goes to a corner:

"You have been a bad girl, Emma... Daddy is very disappointed..."

I open my eyes, trying to speak out but I'm too scared and the tape hurts my mouth - why was Daddy doing this? What did I do wrong? I'm so scared - Daddy turns around and he has a hammer.

I try to scream again but it is all muffled, Daddy starts coming towards me with the hammer when he freezes - I hear sirens outside and soon the sound of a group of people entering the house makes me look around, I can't see what's happening. Daddy looks shocked as someone runs down the stairs, yelling at Daddy and pulling out guns.

Daddy drops the hammer and disappears as a policeman comes and unties me, lifting me up and carrying me outside... it's over... Daddy is going away: they say Daddy is sick, I hope he gets better soon. I didn't mean to be bad... I'm sorry Daddy.

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I'm turning 24 next month.
My stepfather and his best friend got me drunk last night and ended up having sex with me.
Since they made a video of the entire thing, I saw that it wasn't rape.
I actually instigated it by stripping down to my panties and teasing them both.

I know I'm looking like the world's largest asshole and a bitch.

But something inside me is telling me that it was wrong.

I told my mom and even showed her the video.

She laughed it off saying boys will be boys.
She also kept telling me that maybe deep down inside me, there was some kind of a fantasy.

She wasn't concerned about it, especially since he's not really my father.

She added that I could do much worse.

I don't know what to feel.

Especially since, I've caught myself watching last night's video constantly.

Is something wrong with me?
you had fun, your mom was okay with it, you didn't do anything bad, love the moment and embrace it
its okay
Well I can't see that you did anything wrong, but I can't say the same about your family. When you showed your mum the video the whole thing could have blown up in your face. In fact that would have been the more natural reaction. For your mum to think it is funny that her husband and his friend had sex with her drunk daughter and made a video of it is kind of weird. She was obviously in on it.
Nothing illegal and no one got hurt. Live it up girl. Hell, I'd love to have a step daughter like you lol
You didn't do anything wrong. Life is full of experiences, some can feel questionable after, but if nobody else has an issue, the you shouldn't. As far as watching the video over and over, you are probably just subconsciously turned on by it. Just go with it. No shame or guilt. Life is too short
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No! Nothing is wrong with you! And if your mom is ok with it, you should be too!
Sounds like a perfectly natural enjoyment of a moment. I think you should enjoy and have fun as it seems to fascinate you, do it again often :-)
Fuck them again and you will feel better
I did every time my dad fucked my brains out
Okay, first off. What the fuck is wrong with people in this comment section. You guys have problems, ya need to see a shrink for cause Holy shit.

Second off, no you did nothing wrong. But that doesn't make this situation okay. Now it's been quite a while since you posted and it may already be too late. But if there is something deep down inside you saying that something is wrong, that's your gut feeling and you should always follow it.

Your Step-father and his friend took advantage of you while you were drunk. Sure you instigated it but it doesn't mean he should have acted on it, much less even taken a video on it. Jesus, this is messed up on so many levels. And your mom trying to justify it is just the cherry on the top of all red flags that should be going off in your head.

THIS. ISN'T. RIGHT.

Nothing like this just randomly happens. Hell I wouldn't be surprised if they put something in your drink to make you feel this way. If you didn't remember what happened. Then you were too intoxicated to give consent.

The "boys will be boys" line does not apply to this at all. Boys will be boys usually applies to guys doing idiotic things like the movie jack ass or something. Not straight up sexual acts with their step-daughter!!

I implore you to please seek some help if there is any indication that you may feel that something ain't quite right about this situation. Please.

I saw my wife cheating on me, and having sex with her co-worker, in the bed that we have slept in for nearly over fifteen years now.

I've been having a constant nagging feeling in the back of my mind for a few months now. Especially, since she's started to work from home, thanks greatly to the Corona virus.

I've had friends and family telling me that they've seen her and the guy frequenting out the way travel lodges...

People saw them and sent me recordings from their phones, where it shows them clearly going in and out of seedy travel motels.

They've even have had a few weekend "business" trips last year.

I've always tried to look past it all, and actually gave her a huge berth of a margin of error.

My nagging feeling actually started when after she started working from our house, she also insisted on her "co worker" ... come and work from the same place, that way, neither of them would get lonely at any point.

Their office didn't care, and I plainly actually love my wife, to care about anything so trivial. If it made her happy, I'm on board with it.

He started coming over and working from our house, around the end of April.

It was okay at first, but around the first week of June, especially during the days of the extreme heat waves, I started to notice a pattern.

Even though we have overpowered central air conditioning system, I've always walking into the house, and finding my wife only walking around in skimpy underwear and what appeared to be a hastily thrown on a short thin silk white robe.

A robe so short, that it never actually covered more than top quarter half of her amazing butt, and barely covered the areolas of her elegantly massive breasts.

Each and every time, she'd be totally out of breath, panting, running out of our bedroom and running down the stairs to meet me and our daughter.

I've always picked up our daughter from school on my way back from work.

So, she's been like a eye witness to this changing behavior.

After about a few agonizingly long minutes of her constantly blocking our way, and actively trying to distract the two of us, her co worker would stroll out from out of our bedroom door. Fully clothed, in a t-shirt and shorts.

She'd look back and smile, then give us some half assed explanation about why he was in there.

Our daughter and I would look at each other and roll our eyes at each other.

It gets worse, when you learn that, my wife doesn't make an effort anymore to come up with a decent suitable lie.

No, it's actually the same half hearted one, telling me that he needed to use our bathroom. Which is weird by itself actually, especially since you are going to have to walk past two completely good rest rooms just to get to our bedroom door.

If I eventually do decide to go check out our bathroom, I distinctly get the smell of sex wafting from it.

Our bed a mess, pillows and blankets shoved off and on the ground.

My wife's clothes flung around all over the room.

Sticky wet spots littered the sheets.

I'd on occasion, find condom packs on the carpet.

It was clear as day, that they were definately having sex.

I loved her, so, I just avoided the subject, along with the thousand questions running through my head.

They would almost always, eventually head out of the house for a late lunch, and wouldn't eventually be back until after 9 at night.

One does have theories.

My daughter and i, on that inevitable day, just ended up ordering a pizza, and went to freshen ourselves.

We just went quiet the entire time.

We came back down, without speaking a single word.

Sat around the table quietly.

Ate our pizzas in utter silence.

Like autonomous drones, we both got up and went upstairs and into the secluded movie watching lounge area.

It has had become like over a decade long only Daddy and Daughter bonding time.

Where my daughter and I go into look the door to the inside, turn off the lights, pull the blackout blinds, hangout, talk and watch something on the huge television.

Eventually, we'd snuggle up in the corner of the couch, in each other's arms, and maybe drift off to sleep.

This day wasn't that different either, but this time without a single word.

We turned off the TV after the movie finished.

We held each other and the eerily quietness was only broken by our breathing.

Everything was engulfed into the darkness.

This went on for a while.

My daughter finally broke the silence.

"DAD! You do understand that Mom's actually been cheating on you right?"
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You seem to accept it and that is up to you, you have your reasons. You could speak with her but your choice is yours and hers is hers.
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