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Author: Norm DePloom
Title: The Whore's Daughter
Part: 05
Summary: The daughter of the whore is forced to follow 
in her mothers footsteps.
Keywords: Mg, M+g, oral, anal, spank, public

Caveat lector.

This segment of the story contains the description of 
a murder.

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Copyright (C) 2004 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
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This story may be freely distributed with this notice 
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All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events is 
entirely coincidental.

The Whore's Daughter
Part 05

By
Norm DePloom

Charlene and I laughed and joked all the way through 
breakfast.  I thought up ever more bazaar and 
perverted sex acts for our imaginary Barbie whore to 
perform while Charlene assigned a price to each one.  
I'd fucked my little girl whore five times sense we 
got home from the mall the previous night and, 
unbelievable as it might be, sitting across from her 
while she spread her legs and exposed her naked, 
hairless cunt for me was already making me hard in 
anticipation of fucking her again.  

"Where are we going to live?"  Charlene asked with a 
solemn, serious expression on her face.

"We are going to pursued Eddie to secure us an 
apartment in the building he lives in."  My little 
whore smiled back at me with utter and complete 
confidence that, if I said we would live in Eddie's 
building, then we would.  

"But, first, I want you to spend four hours in Davis 
Park and bring me back no less than six hundred 
dollars."  I looked over at my little preteen whore 
who nodded her head, affirming that she understood the 
assignment.  "And you will be on your own today, I 
have other matters to take care of."  Charlene's 
expression became very serious.  She had never been 
out whoring on her own before.  She knew the dangers, 
and I preferred to be around to protect her while she 
whored for me, but I felt I needed to take care of 
something else this day.

"Get going," I said giving my head a nod toward the 
cafe's door, "you have some pervs to fuck.  Leave your 
bag here, I'll meet you back here in four hours."  
Charlene looked at the clock on the wall then stood 
up, brushed some crumbs from her blouse and skirt, 
then walked out and down the street towards the park.  
Would she take this opportunity to 'escape'?  Would 
she run to the police, or just run away?  I really had 
no doubt that I would see her back in the cafe four 
hours later proudly handing me all the money she'd 
received from the pervs in the park.  Her need for 
affection and attention from an older male was too 
strong for her to try to leave me.  Far from driving 
her away, being a true whore she would consider my 
beating her, then fucking her the previous night as 
the ultimate proof of my love.  Trust me she was more 
devoted to me after I beat her than she had been 
before,

I sat and sipped coffee for a few minutes after 
Charlene left, and considered how great it was to have 
a young whore out making money for me with her mouth, 
ass, and pussy.  I guess it was my burgeoning pimp-
sense but I knew Charlene's whore-mother would be 
showing up today all contrite, wanting her 'little 
baby' back and pissed off at me because her darling 
wasn't a virgin anymore.  Of course if I had been 
there to give Charlene back to her, it would only have 
been a matter of time before she was back at my door 
again willing to rent out her daughter's body again in 
order to buy drugs.  I needed to get rid of the drug 
addled whore permanently.  As long as she was around 
she would pose a danger to my source of income, not to 
mention my source of personal pleasure.  I drained my 
coffee down my throat, left enough money on the table 
to cover the bill and a tip, then, after making 
arrangements to leave my box and Charlene's bag in the 
restaurant's store room, set out to do what had to be 
done.

My first stop was at the apartment of a longtime 
friend who I know sold drugs.  I bought a packet of 
exceptionally pure heroin.  With the packet in my 
pocket I made my way back to the apartment I had 
vacated just hours before.  The whore must have 
arrived just minutes earlier, I found her setting on 
the bed I'd used to defile her daughter every day for 
the last week with the picture of her daughter's 
beaten and fucked ass in one hand and the Barbie 
panties in the other.   She looked up when I walked in 
then, a moment later when my identity finally 
penetrated her drug fogged brain, she dropped the 
panties and came after me with her hands extended and 
shrieking almost incoherently.

"Where's my daughter you fucking pig?"  I met her 
charge with a well placed fist to her face.  The whore 
stumbled backward then fell to the floor.  A carefully 
aimed kick to her abdomen made sure she wouldn't be 
getting up anytime soon.  

"Your daughter is in the park fucking perverts even as 
we speak," I told her as I pocketed the panties and 
photograph then picked the whore up from the floor and 
deposited her face down across the bed with her knees 
still on the floor.  Like most heroin shooting whores 
she weighed less than her ten-year-old daughter.

"I just want to find out if your whore daughter is 
anything like her whore mother," I said as I pulled 
her pants down to her knees.  Leaning over with my 
hand on the small of her back to keep her in place I 
pushed all four fingers of my right hand into her 
slimy over used cunt.  

"I haven't fisted your daughter yet," I said as I 
pushed the rest of my hand inside her, "but I think I 
might try it tonight while the memory of your 
stretched, worn out cunt is fresh in my mind for 
comparison."  I moved my hand deeper inside the 
whore's body until my wrist disappeared along with my 
hand.  I pulled my hand out, wiped the slime off on 
the whores shorts then, after dropping my trousers, 
knelt behind her.  Why fuck the old, worn out, drug 
addicted whore?  Because I could, that is at least 
part of the answer.  Nothing gets a whore's attention 
like a good rape.  It's really funny but a woman who 
will let any man who has a couple of dollars stick his 
filthy, diseased, cock inside her body so she can by 
drugs will still get upset if you fuck her without her 
permission.  Let's just say I wanted to make sure she 
knew who the alpha male was and who the bitch whore 
was.  Besides violence always makes me hard and I 
always love to fuck a slut after I knock her around a 
bit.  I held onto the whores hips and fucked her just 
as brutally as I could.  It really took an effort to 
get any gasps of pain from the worn out old cum dump.  
Even after I switched to her ass, it wasn't as tight 
as her daughter's cunt.  When I was done I wiped my 
cock off on the back of her shorts.

"God, that was a waist of time," I said as the whore 
turned over then slipped down onto the floor so her 
back was leaning against the bed and her shorts were 
still down around her knees.  The old slut couldn't 
even be bothered to pull her pats up.  "Your daughter 
is a hell of a better fuck than you."

"Where is she?"  The whore asked weakly

"Here," I said tossing the packet of heroin onto the 
bed beside her, "payment for the fuck."  The addict 
picked up the packet then crawled across the floor 
with her naked ass sticking up in the air and grabbed 
her purse before returning to lean against the bed 
again.  I watched while she opened her purse, got out 
her works, and prepared to shoot up.  

"Charlene is my whore now," I explained as the addict 
prepared her fix, "she's been fucking for money since 
the day you left.  Yesterday I made five hundred 
dollars selling her cunt to pervs in the mall, then I 
beat the shit out of her last night because she tried 
to hold out on me."  I noticed tears running down the 
whore's cheeks, like she really cared whether her 
daughter was fucking for money or not.

"The other night we had a little orgy in the one room 
apartment down the hallway and ten men took turns 
fucking your Charlene."  Tears continued to roll down 
the whore's cheeks as I told her about her daughter's 
journey into whoredom while she tightened the 
tourniquet around her upper arm.  

"But she was one great fuck that first night, I'll 
never forget how it felt to force my hard cock into 
her virgin cunt the first time while I told her all 
about her whore mother letting me fuck her so she 
could buy drugs."  That brought an audible sob form 
the whore.  "I told her this morning that I thought 
you would be coming back today, she begged me to let 
her continue to whore for me instead of coming back to 
live with you.  Just think about it, your own daughter 
would rather fuck strangers in the park than live with 
you again.  She said, and this is a direct quote, 
`I'll fuck every man in the world for you'."   As she 
cried, the whore examined her arm for a vain she could 
use to shut out the pain.

"She cried the first time I forced my cock into her 
ass, but now she ass fucks like the little pro she is.  
She's probably bent over in the men's room at the park 
letting a pervert fuck her up the ass right now.  She 
even paid my last month's rent in this dump by fucking 
the landlord."  I watched, dispassionately, as the 
whore pushed the needle into her vain.  She looked 
directly at me and, I swear, she knew exactly what was 
going to happen.  The whore died before she could push 
the plunger all the way in.  I doubted that the police 
would give her death any more than a cursory 
investigation.  A half naked, just fucked whore and 
addict dying of an overdose does not take up much 
space in the world of police officers or newspapers.  
I doubted that her death would even be mentioned by 
the local paper.  As far as I'm concerned I just put 
her out of her misery.  It was more assisted suicide 
than murder.    Just to satisfy my perverse nature, I 
found an old flashlight I'd left in the apartment, 
rolled the dead whore onto her side and pushed it up 
her dead ass until just the light portion of it was 
left showing.  

I left the building without being seen.  I figured the 
dead whore wouldn't be found until the landlord came 
down looking for a fuck from Charlene.  I found out 
later from neighborhood gossip that the landlord 
didn't call the police when he found the body.  
Instead he waited until dark and dumped it in an alley 
a couple of blocks away.  Turns out the police never 
even tried to find out where the dead whore/addict 
lived.  They just collected her cold, stiff body and 
took it to the morgue.  I wonder if they ever figured 
out why she had that flashlight up her butt.

I must admit, I was a little sad as I walked toward 
the park where my little whore was plying her trade 
for my benefit.  It just doesn't pay to get involved 
with drugs.  They say that death makes you horny, by 
the time I got to the park and saw Charlene coming 
back into view from behind the restrooms while one of 
her regulars walked the other direction, I was 
obsessed with the need to fuck my ten-year-old whore's 
hairless cunt.  I felt like I'd been 'dirtied' by 
fucking the old whore who had been her mother and that 
only fucking Charlene could make me clean again.  

Charlene's face brightened as soon as she saw me and 
she broke into a big grin.  I took her hand and walked 
toward the small wooded area at the far end of the 
park.  While we walked Charlene chattered nonstop 
about how much money she had made for me and what her 
customers had asked for in the way of sex.  As soon as 
we were hidden by the large rock, I picked my little 
whore up and, holding her against the rock with her 
knees hooked over my arms, drilled my hard cock deep 
into her young cunt.  Our lips connected and we fucked 
each other's mouths with our tongues while I fucked 
her pussy with my dick.  

For Charlene sex with her customer's was just 
foreplay, in her, admittedly, short career as a whore 
I don't think she had cum with anyone except me.  She 
started cuming as soon as I was inside and I loved the 
way her tight young cunt grasped and milked my cock 
while I fucked her.  After I came I continued to hold 
her against the rock, impaled on my cock while we 
kissed like a couple of teenagers necking in the front 
seat of the parent's car.  

"I love you, daddy," Charlene whispered when we 
finally stopped kissing.  My cock was still about 
three quarters hard so I began fucking again, gently 
moving it inside my little whore's body while she held 
onto my neck with both arms and moaned softly into my 
ear.

"You make me feel so good daddy."  We fucked slowly 
and gently while my cock rehardened all the way, then 
continued our long, slow fuck for about twenty minutes 
until I came again.  I'm sure I had no seamen left by 
that time, but Charlene sighed and giggled 
enchantingly when she felt my cock twitching inside 
her pussy.  I let Charlene's legs down and pushed my 
cock back inside my trousers while she smoothed her 
skirt.  

"What are you doing?"  I spun around to face the 
source of the voice and found myself face to face with 
one of the mounted park patrol officers.  "I said, 
what are you doing."

"Just enjoying the park," I answered.  

"Is he bothering you miss?"  The officer asked 
Charlene.

"No," Charlene answered with a surprised tone, like 
she couldn't believe that anyone would even ask that 
question,"he's my daddy."  The officer's raised 
eyebrow telegraphed his disbelief.  

"Maybe I should talk to the young girl alone," the 
officer said as the dismounted from his horse.  I 
caught Charlene's eye and gave a quick nod then 
stepped around to the other side of the rock.  I was 
sure the officer had seen us in the park several times 
and just wanted to collect a little non monetary bribe 
for allowing us to operate.  

"Show me what you can do with that slutty little mouth 
of yours."  I heard the officer say to Charlene, it 
was followed a short time later by several moans then, 
"Oh god that was good.  You can sure suck cock good 
for such a young girl."  A couple of minutes later I 
heard the creak of leather as the officer remounted 
his horse and rode away.  I went back around the rock 
and was met with a big grin and a hug.

"I'm glad you came," Charlene assured me, "I miss you 
so much when your not around."

"I miss you to, but your going to have to finish up by 
yourself and meet me back at the cafe.  You know you 
have to prove yourself worthy every single day."

"I know daddy, and I will, I promise."  As I walked 
through the park in the direction of the cafe I looked 
behind me and saw my little whore already talking to 
another potential john.  Back at the cafe I retrieved 
our stuff from the supply room then sat at a table and 
ordered a hamburger and fries.  Murder, rape, and 
fucking can really give a person an appetite.

  
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