I Was Afraid of Them Until I Became Their Personal Fuck Doll

I live in a house of silence - a house of fear. My step-parents are possessive and unpredictable, and I live under their thumb, to be seen but not heard. What I would come to learn is they were also perverted, and they’d been imagining all of the fucked up things they wanted to do to me. Then, it happened - my stepdad touched me. I let his hand move higher up my thigh, inching closer to my vagina. I’d never been touched like this, and I felt different. When he touched me, I wasn’t afraid of him. I was finally daddy’s girl. But it wasn’t just him who wanted to use me - stepmom wanted me to be her little fuck doll, too…