/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Loud steps thudding on the stairs.
Coarse towel, white-knuckled grip on the door. Anticipation.
Nanoha, what's the matter? Do you want to get in the tub with me?
"Sorry Dad, not right now! I'll--"
Crashing door. Slender wrist. She yelps.
A scream cut short, my fist buried in her stomach.
She lands heavily on her back, thrown easily as a doll.
Come take a bath with your father.
"D.. Dad.."
She crawls backward, against the bathtub, eyes wide.
A glimpse of pink beneath her skirt.
Soft stockinged thigh, ripping cloth.
Sob.
Shh. Nanoha, your father loves you.
Sob.
I pull her shirt away. The slightest swell of developing breasts.
My hand cracks across her face. I tear away the pink, expose her.
Ragged sobs. Breathless pleas. Tensed body bent over the tub.
Her legs spasm as her skin stretches and tears.
Your father loves you very much.

Bloody thighs, wet black stockings.
Soft sobbing. The ache of intense release.
I lift her and carry her with me into the water.
Faint red water. Sweet scent of blood.
I love you, Nanoha.
Soft, listless lips. Eyes unfocused. Tired expression.
I caress her thighs, explore her with my fingers.
Tears well in her eyes. She winces.
I laugh. How foolish, I've treated her so roughly.
I kiss and smell her hair.
You smell just like your mother.
Her breath catches, her eyes widen.
I take her again, gently, and hold her close.
I feel my semen burning within her, see the fear in her eyes.
You know your father would never hurt you, Nanoha.
I love you very much.
I smile. She tenses.
Run along. I'll see you at dinner.
Without a sound she climbs out of the bathtub.
Wrapped in a towel, blood trickling down her thigh.
She limps away, my precious daughter.

Loud steps thudding on the stairs.
Coarse towel, white-knuckled grip on the door. Anticipation.
Nanoha, what's the matter? Do you want to get in the tub with me?
"Sorry Dad, not right now! I'll--"
Crashing door. Slender wrist. She yelps.
A scream cut short, my fist buried in her stomach.
She lands heavily on her back, thrown easily as a doll.
Come take a bath with your father.
"D.. Dad.."
She crawls backward, against the bathtub, eyes wide.
A glimpse of pink beneath her skirt.
Soft stockinged thigh, ripping cloth.
Sob.
Shh. Nanoha, your father loves you.
Sob.
I pull her shirt away. The slightest swell of developing breasts.
My hand cracks across her face. I tear away the pink, expose her.
Ragged sobs. Breathless pleas. Tensed body bent over the tub.
Her legs spasm as her skin stretches and tears.
Your father loves you very much.

Bloody thighs, wet black stockings.
Soft sobbing. The ache of intense release.
I lift her and carry her with me into the water.
Faint red water. Sweet scent of blood.
I love you, Nanoha.
Soft, listless lips. Eyes unfocused. Tired expression.
I caress her thighs, explore her with my fingers.
Tears well in her eyes. She winces.
I laugh. How foolish, I've treated her so roughly.
I kiss and smell her hair.
You smell just like your mother.
Her breath catches, her eyes widen.
I take her again, gently, and hold her close.
I feel my semen burning within her, see the fear in her eyes.
You know your father would never hurt you, Nanoha.
I love you very much.
I smile. She tenses.
Run along. I'll see you at dinner.
Without a sound she climbs out of the bathtub.
Wrapped in a towel, blood trickling down her thigh.
She limps away, my precious daughter.

Loud steps thudding on the stairs.
Coarse towel, white-knuckled grip on the door. Anticipation.
Nanoha, what's the matter? Do you want to get in the tub with me?
"Sorry Dad, not right now! I'll--"
Crashing door. Slender wrist. She yelps.
A scream cut short, my fist buried in her stomach.
She lands heavily on her back, thrown easily as a doll.
Come take a bath with your father.
"D.. Dad.."
She crawls backward, against the bathtub, eyes wide.
A glimpse of pink beneath her skirt.
Soft stockinged thigh, ripping cloth.
Sob.
Shh. Nanoha, your father loves you.
Sob.
I pull her shirt away. The slightest swell of developing breasts.
My hand cracks across her face. I tear away the pink, expose her.
Ragged sobs. Breathless pleas. Tensed body bent over the tub.
Her legs spasm as her skin stretches and tears.
Your father loves you very much.