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“Why didn't thou bring Caleb?” Thomasin asked her father as they walked through the forest together. 

“He's still sick,” he answered, “and thou art the oldest.” He knelt down beside another trap. It was the third one they'd checked together, and it was empty just like the ones before it. “Bait the trap Thomasin.” He said gruffly. 

He watched as she reached into the bag she carried and pulled out a small piece of meat and set it in the trap delicately. He told himself to keep his eyes on her hands, but as much as he tried, he couldn't stop them from wandering along her body. Most of her skin was covered, but her neck.. the top of her breasts. The pale skin was exposed and he couldn't stop his mind from filling with sinful thoughts containing his daughter. He and Kathrine hadn't laid together in months, but that was no excuse to have these thoughts, these feelings, he refused to believe himself at fault. 

“Father?” She asked, looking at him with concern. 

“Doth thou tempt me with intent?” He asked her, his eyes not leaving the skin on her chest, below her collar bone. He watched as she took in a breath, and then exhaled. The sinful thoughts grew louder, and more desperate. 

“What doth thou mean?” She asked him, confused.

“Thou flaunt thy body, dress like thou desire to be looked at” He said, his voice rising with anger.

“Father, I canst comprehend.” She said, shaking her head and taking a step back. 

“Thou lie, thou tempt me to turn to sin.” He said, standing up and taking a step towards her. His stride was larger than hers so he closed the gap between them. “Thou dress as a callet, a vixen, and thou shall be punished for thy sins by thy father's hand. As I am righteous and right with God.” He grabbed the front of her corset and ripped the worn fabric so hard her dress ripped down to her navel. She gasped as the cool morning chill came into contact with her bare breasts. 

“Father!” She shouted and slapped his hand away, her other going to cover herself, but she couldn't covered as much as she would've liked to. He stared at her half covered chest with wide, hungry eyes. “This is an act of sin!” She exclaimed. 

“No child,” he grabbed her throat and squeezed, she moved her hand from her chest and grabbed his forearm, desperately trying to pull him away. “I be doing mine Godly duty.  As bestowed to me by the all mighty.  Want thou to learn what happens when thou tempt man to sin.” He growled and threw her on her back so hard her breath was taken from her. He dove on her, slotting himself between her legs and grabbed her dress at the end of the tear and pulled it apart. He easily ripped it from her small body. 

“Father stop!” She shouted and swatted at him, her feeble attempts to stop him only seemed to infuriate him more. He kept ripping at her clothes until all that remained to cover her was a small set of under clothes. She was crying and trying to push him away from her, desperate for escape when his hand struck her cheek.

Her ears rang as he reared back his hand and slapped her again, harder than before. She tasted blood as he reared back again. “Doth thou desire moe or shall thou take thy punishment?” He asked her. She let out a sob and conceded with a nod, her trembling hands dropping to rest beside her head. He seemed satisfied with her response, because he leaned down and did something that surprised her, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicked over the sensitive peak as he grinded his hips into her and she felt something hard between his legs press into her core, the groan he let out rippled through her body.

She didn't fight him, she didn't resist as he hungrily pulled her underclothes down and off her legs. She let out a whimper as he sat on his knees and pushed his pants down to his thighs, freeing his hard cock. He gave himself a stroke as he looked at her virgin cunt. Her pubic hair had just started sprouting, small blonde curls sparsely littered her mound.  He would teach her what happens when you tempt men, what would happen when you tempt sin from evil creatures. 

He grabbed his cock at the base and leaned forward, lining himself up with her slit. She held in a noise in her throat as he moved the head of his cock between her folds, gathering her slick, she was afraid he would strike her again if she did anything less than stay silent. But when he pushed inside, she couldn't stop the whimper and whine that left her lips. “Father please...” She whined as he pushed himself further inside. She felt like he was ripping her in half, like her cunt was being set on fire. She let out another sob and pushed at his shoulders. He ignored her and pushed deeper with a groan. He'd never felt something so tight around his cock. 

“Thou say thou be sure not having it, yet  thou body is saying it doth. Thou art a callet, this is thy fault. Thou desired this.” She shook her head and pushed harder, she hadn't wanted this, but maybe somehow she had asked for it, maybe she flaunted herself. She sobbed now because maybe she was truly the cause of this sin, the cause of her father's wicked actions. 

He pulled himself out slightly and pushed back in. Every thrust felt like fresh cuts inside her, she tried to accept her punishment without tears, but she couldn't stop them from flowing as he began fucking her at a faster and faster pace. He was unrelenting with her. “It hurts..” she cried as he picked up the pace. 

He ignored her pleas and protests, she felt too good to stop, she felt better than her mother ever had. Not long after that she felt his thrusting become sloppy, and he let out a moan as he fully seated himself inside her, his orgasm ripping through him. She felt his seed filling her, some of it spilling out and running down her ass. She was filled with shame and disgust for herself. He pulled out slowly, savoring the feel of her. When she looked down she saw his cock, slick with blood and his come. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “Thou didst well child.” Was all he said. She felt sick, and defiled. Her insides felt like she had been sliced with knives. She yearned for death.

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Trips to the woods became a regular thing after that. Every time he fucked her, every time he blamed her. She wasn't sure if her mother knew, but she looked at Thomasin differently than before, she assumed she must know, but if she did, she never stopped it. 

Months later, when her father was emptying himself inside her, she wished, she prayed that it would end. That their daily trips to the woods would cease. She knew God wouldn't listen to her, because this was her fault, so she prayed to anyone who would listen. 

“What would thou do for this to forbear?” A dark voice asked in his head slowly. 

“I shall doth aught.” She prayed back, desperate for reprieve> 

A dark laughter filled her mind as her father emptied himself in her once again. “Good, this is what I do lack thou to try.” it said with amusement. 

And she smiled as he unsheathed from her, she smiled because this would be the last time she paid for the sin he father said she committed.