Luckily she had stuffed the patch into the pocket of her green scout skirt right after removing it on Halloween and it was still there now. She walked over to a tree on the camp ground and faced it so no one could see what she was doing as she unbuttoned her olive blouse and pushed the safety pin through the top layer of skin on her chest.
It was not as painful as when Mr. Richards had punctured her areola, but it was much worse than what she had imagined in her dream. At least it was a straight needle instead of a curved hook designed to get caught in a fish’s mouth. Lily giggled as she thought of herself as a hooked fish, forced to do whatever her father wanted before he skinned and filleted her.
When Lily finally arrived at the inner camp ground where Mr. Richards was addressing the other scouts, she noticed him averting his eyes from her. She thought he would stare at her like a piece of meat as her father did, but instead he looked ashamed and concerned.
After all the scouts had been given assignments like collecting firewood or peeling vegetables, Mr. Richards retreated to one of the cabins to use his computer or phone, the very items he had banned the scouts from bringing with them.
Lily was only slightly pleased that Mr. Richards was too busy to follow up on his threat to molest her again. She had not been looking forward to it, but she had definitely been prepared for it and having him avoid her was confusing. He was much different than her father who seemed obsessed with using her body as much as possible. She welcomed the change but was also curious what was going through Mr. Richards’s head.
After everyone else had begun their assigned task and Lily was free to sneak off unnoticed, she entered the camp shed and closed the door behind her. Mr. Richards barely looked up from his phone but acknowledged someone else had come in. “What’s wrong. Did I forget to assign you a job, or are you missing a tool?” he asked calmly.
“You wouldn’t even look me in the eyes, let alone assign me anything to do,” Lily informed him.
He finally looked up from his phone and was obviously flustered. “Yes, well, we need to have a talk first,” he mumbled.
“I know.” She quickly undid the buttons on her blouse. He gawked in confusion while she hiked up her skirt to her belly and lowered her panties to the floor.
He saw the badge pinned through her breast and immediately rushed to remove it. “Did that hurt? I’m sorry.” He pulled a tube of Neosporin from his pocket and rubbed some on the wound. He retracted his hand when she overacted with a moaning gasp. When she kept her eyes closed, he hesitantly returned his hand to her breast and rubbed it more lewdly. “Are you okay with this?”
“What do you mean? You told me you’d give me next year’s badges early if I let you touch me and put your penis in my mouth again,” she reminded him.
“I’m sorry; I was drunk then,” he admitted. “I should’ve never asked that of you. You’re far too young to be doing that kind of thing.”
“Young? That’s what daddy likes about me though.” Lily tilted her head in confusion. Mr. Richards mimicked her behavior. “If he liked older women he would just keep touching Mommy and leave me alone.”
Mr. Richards thought back to Halloween and recalled seeing something dripping from her lower half before he had forced a blowjob on her. He had been so preoccupied wondering why he would do such a thing to one of his scouts he had forgotten it was because she’d already had sex with someone else that night. Now he knew who and he was dumbstruck.
“You need to tell your mother, or the police about that. Your father should not touch you that way.”
“You have no room to talk,” she scolded him. Mr. Richards hung his head guiltily. “Come on, you really want to touch me more, don’t you? As long as you give me those badges, I won’t tell anyone.”
“Why are you talking like that? Do you enjoy what your father does to you?”
“Enjoy? Am I supposed to enjoy it? It’s obvious he enjoys it. I didn’t realize I was supposed to enjoy it too. I just thought I might as well get something for it.”
“What about not tattling. Did he tell you that too?” Mr. Richards pried.
“He said he’d burn me if I told Mom. No, he didn’t say it but he sorta implied it. I don’t know why we can’t talk about it but we can’t. I don’t want him to hurt me.”
Mr. Richards looked even more guilty. She wasn’t even aware that it was her father she was protecting by not tattling. She thought it was herself. “What if you let me talk to your mother,” he suggested.
“No!” Lily practically shouted. She put her hand on the door to the shed before realizing she was still in a state of undress. She contemplated pulling up her panties but just stepped out of them instead. Mr. Richards had to grab her hand to keep her from opening the door. “Have you decided to give me the badges?” she asked in a calmer voice.
He nodded before leading her back to the only place to sit in the shed, a stack of plastic crates meant to hold sports gear. She winced when he set her on it as her bare ass and exposed crotch was quite uncomfortable. She did not see him taking out his phone while he set out a cushioned mat. He set the phone in the corner of the shed and started it recording before he returned to her.
She giggled when he touched her breasts, both at the same time for once. He was still cautious of the wound but it was not bleeding and she seemed fine. She stood up as his hands traveled down to her waist. She had a shapely butt despite her chest being so flat. As he was a larger man than her father, his fingers felt thicker when he touched her cunt. She winced and held her breath as he tried to work them inside her.
She was not wet at all, so he was going slowly. After a few minutes though, she seemed more bored than him. He took his tube of Neosporin out again and rubbed it over the outside of her cunt. She giggled in confusion. “It’s not a cut, I’ve always had a hole there.”
“Does your father touch this hole,” he asked nervously.
She shook her head. “It’s too small for his penis. He uses my butt because it stretches.”
“That must be uncomfortable for you,” Mr. Richards was sympathetic.
“Everything he does to me is uncomfortable now. I wish I never went trick or treating with him.”
“Oh, it all started that night?” Mr. Richards was actually curious about how long Max had been molesting his daughter.
Lily nodded while frowning. “Sometimes he makes excuses, calling me too cute, or maybe my Pokémon costume. I hate Pokémon now. Other times he says he can do what he wants because he’s my dad. When I said it hurt so much I was dying, he told me no one would care if my dad killed me. It was his right to.”
Mr. Richards took off his glasses and set them on the crates Lily had hopped off of. He did not want to look at her clearly anymore. He felt a rage toward her father he could not describe, but he felt it more toward himself for not being any better.
While using being drunk as an excuse, he had taken advantage of her on Halloween despite her just having been raped by her father for the first time. He knew he was not a good person but he already had a plan to solve that. He took a long look at his phone recording in the corner, before kneeling down on the mat and dragging Lily with him.