Hey everybody from the Internet and beyond! I just wanted to say that this story is not for the faint of heart. It contains child abuse and some lemon scenes. Actually, this story was inspired by a picture on Rule 34. If you want to see it, just PM me and I'll send you the web address.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Amazing World of Gumball, Cartoon Network, or any other company. Ergo, I write fanfictions.

Second Chances

Blackened Spirit

The night air was cold and still. There was no wind to rustle the leaves. Not a soul was in sight. Nothing suggested the horrors that were occurring at the Grayson residence in Elmore…

"Dad, stop! Please!" Carrie pleaded with her father. "Don't do this!" She felt tears forming at the corners of her eyes. In the back of her mind, she wondered how that was possible, seeing as she was a ghost. Then she began to wonder why it was that she had to cry. She hadn't done anything to deserve the torture she was currently being subjected to. Carrie shifted her weight so that the handcuffs would hurt less.

"Oh, you know you like it, Carrie." Clyde Grayson looked at his young daughter, whom he had earlier handcuffed to her bed. "Now, open your mouth and be a good little bitch," he commanded. Carrie could smell the alcohol coming from her father. Even thought he was a ghost, too, and should have been unable to ingest anything, Clyde always managed to find a way to get massively drunk every night. He would proceed to return home, only to perform unspeakable acts of cruelty to his daughter.

Carrie did as she was told, and slowly opened her mouth. She wished she could phase through the handcuffs like most normal objects. Unfortunately, before her dad became a drunkard, he collected ghost-proof artifacts for the sake of irony. But after his wife had been exorcised, he developed a taste for alcohol – and for Carrie. Carrie knew what was going to happen. It had been happening for months now. She looked up at her father's spectral form, and felt a surge of true fear. This had nothing to do with her father's ghostliness and everything to do with the impending knowledge that she was going to be raped – again.

Clyde scratched his stubbly chin before extending his legs, which usually remained in his ghostly tail. He was now a good six feet tall, giving him a feeling of dominance over his twelve year old daughter. He lifted up the front of his tail, now resembling the bottom of a white shirt. Beneath his 'shirt,' Clyde revealed a pale eight inch rod. Upon seeing it, Carrie began to cry. "Did I give you permission to cry, Bitch?" Carrie stopped crying as her father slapped her across the face. "Now, suck it!"

Although unwillingly, Carrie wrapped her pale white lips around her father's member. "Start licking!" Carrie closed her eyes as she passed her tongue up and down his shaft and resisted the urge to shudder. Clyde began moaning with pleasure. No matter how many times Carrie gave him a blowjob, he felt ecstatic knowing his daughter was helplessly servicing him. He reached his hand around the back of her head, stroking her hair. Carrie continued to wrap her tongue around her father's penis as she felt her head slowly being pulled forward.

Clyde moved his member further into Carrie's mouth. He tried to do it slowly to prolong the ecstasy, but he was too horny. He shoved himself as far as he could down his daughter's throat. Carrie gagged audibly as the tip of the cock slid past her uvula. "Yeah, you like that, dontcha Sweetheart?"

Though her tears were telling another story, Carrie nodded her head slowly. Clyde savored his daughter's sucking for another minute, until he decided that he was feeling particularly sadistic tonight. "All right, enough." Carrie quickly spat out the penis, hope visible in her eyes. This feeling was strengthened when Clyde removed her handcuffs. However, the feeling was replaced with misery when he reached his hands under Carrie's tail, which was more akin to a skirt. Carrie tried to stop herself from moaning, but her father's hands had begun to play with her pussy, and she couldn't resist.

"Ohh… Ow!" Carrie actually shrieked when her father forced his too-large member into her too-young flower. Clyde couldn't – and wouldn't – hold himself back. He rammed fully into his daughter, taking extreme pleasure in both her tightness and her screams of pain.

After several more minutes of rape, Clyde released his dry seed into Carrie's equally dry pussy. As ghosts, neither of the Graysons could produce seminal or vaginal fluid. But they could still orgasm, a fact that Clyde constantly took advantage of. He pulled himself out, then passed out on the bed. Carrie was glad that her traumatic experience was over – for today at least.

"I need someone to talk to. Someone that I can rely on for help…" Carrie's mind wandered off as she floated to the couch. She decided that tomorrow, she would get help and never worry about her father again. "…Someone that cares about me…" she ended, drifting into an uneasy slumber.