Message-ID: <49954asstr$1103292602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <normdeploom@sbcglobal.net> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Reply-To: <MyStories@normdeploom.com> From: "Norm DePloom" <normdeploom@sbcglobal.net> X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2900.2180 Thread-Index: AcTj7m9O24D+UpDHTPO2MN5uQQrFXA== X-Original-Message-ID: <20041217041104.8694F15406@julie.asstr-mirror.org> X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2004 20:11:08 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} The Whore's Daughter part 5{Norm DePloom}(Mg,MF,oral,anal) Lines: 370 Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2004 09:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/49954> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar <1st attachment, "WhoresDaughter05.txt" begin> 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. If you don't like sex stories, don't read it. If you don't like stories about sex with underage children, don't read it. If you don't like stories about forced sex, don't read it. If you are below the arbitrary age set for your area, don't read it. If for any reason it is illegal for you to read this story, don't read it. Find my stories here- http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/normdeploom/ Copyright (C) 2004 Norm DePloom. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author. This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached. The author may be contacted at 'MyStories at normdeploom dot com' (Replace the 'at' and the 'dot' with the appropriate symbols.) 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. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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