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"The Junky's Daughter", chapter one (M/g, murder, abduction, ped,
tort)


The following fictional story depicts violent sexual acts
perpetrated on children.  Do not read further if you find such
fiction offensive.


This first chapter is almost entirely set up.  It's a good set
up, but it may be too descriptive for true porn addicts.  If you
just want to get to the nasty parts skip to line 200

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She hit me up for a hand out in the Safeway parking lot.  She had
dirty long greasy hair and she wore blue jeans frayed at the
cuffs with grease stained thighs and a shabby striped sweater. 
She had dirty teeth and chapped lips.  She was probably good
looking but she was so unattractive in her current state I hardly
thought of her as a woman.  The hot breeze of the September day
brought the stink of unwashed sweaty clothes and the funky odor
of poor feminine hygiene. 

"Spare change Mr.  I gotta get my lil girl somethin ta eat."

That was when I noticed the girl curled up on the sidewalk behind
her.  I couldn't see much of her except for one dirty bare foot
sticking out from under a greasy old blanket.

I felt outrage and contempt for the panhandler but I dug out a
fiver and passed it over then went on into the store.  When I
came out they were gone.  As I drove away from the store I saw
the mother with the blanket draped over her shoulders dragging
the child down the opposite side of the street by her wrist.  I
guess she had a scored enough to buy her drugs and now was
rushing off with the unfed child to her junky.

I pulled over half a block up and watched them as they came by. 
The child was about nine, dirty blond hair.  I couldn't make out
the eyes from my position.  The child wore a dirty jumper, she
had a stuffed rabbit under her arm and she was sucking her index
finger.  She was lanky, no development apparent oh her chest,
muscular legs and arms, and a hard round ass.  I decided to rush
down to the PD and file a child neglect complaint.  I had driven
a half block and the idea seemed stupid, then I said to myself,
"Fuck it".  I drove home and went about my household chores.  

That night as I went to bed, I started thinking about the child.
That was the first time I consciously had erotic thoughts about
any girl under 15.  As I examined my thoughts I realized there
was something about the extreme vulnerability of the girl that I
found enticing.  Then I noticed my fantasies were drifting
towards sadism.  That wasn't unprecedented, but it wasn't typical
of my fantasies. 

I only thought of them in my erotic fantasies and only then for a
few weeks.  Then some other fantasy came along and they were
forgotten.  Forgotten, that is, until a year and a few months
later.  I saw the girl.  There was a little snow on the ground it
was between Thanksgiving and Easter.  The girl had grown 6-8
inches.  She was now almost five feet tall.  She wore the same
dress and it looked like it hadn't been washed since I last saw
it.  Now she wore dirty sweater over it.  The sweater had a hole
in the right sleeve and above the right hip.  She wore sweat
pants under the dress.  She had sneakers, without laces or socks
on her feet.  She was running and caring a small brown paper bag
in one arm and the stuffed Rabbit under the other.  She was
hunched up against the cold.  Again I pulled up after I passed
her and then I pulled over.  She ran past me and stopped in front
of an old clap-board house with boarded-up windows.  She looked
around quickly to make sure no one was watching and then she ran
around the back.  Oh, there was one more thing I noticed about
the girl.  She now had what my late wife would have
contemptuously referred to as two mosquito bites on her chest.

Again that night I had sadistic erotic fantasies about the girl.
I went online and for the first time sought some underage porn
off the news groups and file sharing networks.  I was disgusted
and fascinated.  Pics of little girls and toddlers were a
complete turn off.  But the girls who showed even the slightest
bit of development were enticing.  Then I was electrified, one
photo showed a girl about ten, hanging by leather straps from the
ceiling, she had a broad leather belt tied across her mouth and a
black cloth tied across her eyes, she had her ankles bound to her
thighs with thin leather straps.  I was unacquainted with bondage
but apparently tying the legs like that made her legs spread so
that the hairless crotch of the girl was widely exposed and
vulnerable to assault.  Her pussy lips were prominent and the
right one hung a bit lower and overlapped the other.  I was
horrified that anyone could do such a thing to a little child,
but I was rock hard and I took myself in hand immediately.

I watched for the girl when I was in the neighborhood of that old
house and didn't see her until one day about a week after
Christmas I parked and watched the house.

Around 9 PM the girl came running out to the street, she ran one
way a few steps, turned around and ran the other way, then ran
back into the house.  She was obviously panicked.  I saw her
appear again around the side of the house but she turned around
and went back before I got a good look at her.  She needed help.

I got out and went around the back of the house.  The back door
had been boarded up but had also been pried loose.  I squeezed
through.  What shit hole.  I'm sure you can imagine the stink,
the filth and the trash.  I walked through the kitchen into the
dining room.  The girl stood there over her mother.  She was
terrified of me, but she was also hopeful and relieved to have a
competent adult.

I took one look at the mother and realized if she didn't die
tonight, she would die soon.  Even in the dim light of the
candles I could see the woman's skin was very yellow.  There was
vomit next to the woman and it was filled with blood.  

I said to the girl.  Wait here I'm going to get help.  

The girl moaned, "Nooo."  She was hopping from one foot to the
other in anxiety.  "Mom says they will lock me up if they come."
She wined

I opened my mouth to argue and point out the obvious, but instead
an idea sprang into my mind and I became the monster I am today.

"OK, calm down." I said.  I made a pretense of thinking.  "Let me
take you over to my place.  I can hide you there.  Then I can
call the ambulance to meet me here.  The cops will never know you
exist.  Is there anyone else who knows you?  Who knows you're
here?  Is there anyone else you want to take care of you?"

She looked relieved and excited.  She exclaimed, "OK.  No one
knows we're here.  My Mom's boyfriend knows about me, but I don't
want to go there.  He's mean if we don't have money for Mom's
medicine."  She pointed to the tin with burnt spoon and needles.
He will be real mean if I bring a stranger there."

The child was shivering now from the cold.

"OK come on.  Let's get you settled. So I can get your mom some
help.  That medicine is the wrong kind and it's making her
sicker.

"Wait," I said.  "You don't want to forget this do you?"  I held
up the stuffed rabbit and she looked.  She looked shocked that
she could have forgotten it.  Took t from my hand and then took
my hand in her tiny hand and said, "Thank you".  

I walked the girl out to my car.  When the heat filled the car
she got a dreamy look on her face.  I suspect it was the first
time in days that she had been really warm.

We got to my block and I suggested she hide so no one would know
she was there.  She scooted down onto the floor boards and looked
up at me with a warm look of gratitude.  What good fortune it was
for me that she was anxious to be unseen as I was that she not be
seen.  I pushed the button on the remote and pulled into the
garage.  She started to get up.

"No wait" I said.  I pressed the button on the remote and the
door closed.

"OK, now you can get out."

"Sorry" she said sweetly.

I took her inside, through the kitchen and down the stairs into
the basement.  

"Now wait here and don't make any noise.  We don't want the
neighbors to hear you and get suspicious." I cautioned her.  "If
any of my friends come over they won't come into the basement. 
I'll lock the door just in case.  But stay quiet."

I wasn't actually worried about anyone hearing her.  Before our
kids left home they had band practice and deafening parties down
here.  Standing on the front lawn I could barely hear the base
line on their Hip Hop records.  In fact, we had added a lot of
sound insulation, enclosed the stairs and put a door at the
bottom of the stairs when they started with the electric guitars.
 I know that a teen could scream at the top of their lungs and
you might miss it if you were upstairs.  This kid wouldn't be
heard at all.  I ran upstairs and put a can of soup on the stove.
 I yelled down the stairs that I was calling the hospital.  I
threw a couple of cookies on the plate, some crackers, the bowl
of soup and a spoon, I ran it downstairs.  I showed her where the
 bath was in the corner, got one of the cushions from the patio
lounge chairs out and laid it down by the furnace. I looked at
the kid and she was relishing the first hot meal she had had for
a while.  I pulled one of the sleeping bags down off the shelf
and made her a makeshift bed.

"Ok, I'll be back in a few hours after your mom is in the
hospital."

Now to take care of the Mom.  I knew I couldn't count on her
dying before she raised a fuss about her daughter.  I went back
to the old house and decided the easiest way to handle her was in
the sleeping bag.  I zipped it all the way up pulled the draw
strings tight and threw her over my shoulder.  There was a cry of
pain and I realized her liver was probably very tender from
infection.  Then she moaned and was still.  I took her outside
and after making sure no one was on the street dumped her in the
trunk of the car.  Again there was a muffled cry and the sound of
a woman crying.  I slammed the trunk and drove six blocks to the
Clark avenue entrance to the interstate.  I pulled the car over
by the sound wall.  It was after midnight now.  I walked over and
looked up the South bound lanes.  The traffic was very light.  I
pulled the junky out of the car and dragged the bag over to the
Interstate entrance.  I unzipped the bag.  I wrapped my hand in
the t filthy hair and got a good grip on it.  After a short wait
the nearest headlights were dropping down the Pleasantville grade
about 6 miles away.  At seventy miles an hour that gave me about
three minutes; plenty of time.  I rushed out into the fast lane
dragging the woman behind me.  She probably weighed less than 90
pounds.  When I dragged her over the curb she screamed in pain. 
She struggled a bit.  She was wearing a filthy sweat shirt and
panties.  By the time I got to the fast lane she was still again.
 The panties had rolled down to her thighs, and her hip was
skinned up.  Her pussy was covered with thick black hair.  But I
never saw a pussy that seemed less desirable to me.  I ran off
the freeway and watched.  The first car whizzed by in the second
lane.  She rose up on one hip and looked around she swore and
laid back down.  Then she got up to her knees and started
crawling towards me unsteadily.  Two cars rushed by.  The one in
the near lane probably never saw her, But the one in the fast
lane honked.  The other car thinking the driver was mad at him
honked back.  But neither car slowed.  I heard her scream,
"Fuck."  She crawled into the second lane.  I heard the oncoming
rush of an eighteen wheel tractor-trailer.  I watched her.  She
lifted her head for the first time and saw me.  She was confused
and astonished.  She started to say something and then there was
the blast of air horns a loud thud screeching of eighteen wheels
locked up and the smell of burning rubber.  I walked over to the
car and drove home.

When I returned to the basement the girl was curled up peacefully
sound asleep by the furnace with her finger in her mouth and the
rabbit against her cheek.  I saw that she had washed the dishes
in the laundry basin.  .  It was one of those big deep concrete
basins about two feet square and 2  feet deep.  My first instinct
was to let her rest until morning.  But as I looked at her my
mind started racing with nasty and evil thoughts.  My cock
strained in my pants.  The whole point of this was to be free of
restraint.

I woke her up she groaned and looked up at me with sleepy eyes. 
She was startled and frightened and started to draw back.  But in
a moment she remembered, relaxed and smiled.  

"How's my mommy?" she asked.

"I'm sure your mommy's troubles are over." I said with a smile.

She looked relieved.

"But it will be a few weeks before they will let you visit her."

"I am very disappointed with you." I said sternly.

She looked stricken and I could see she was desperate to please
me.  She looked around and said, "I'm sorry what did I do?"

It was all I could do to keep from smiling.

"You went to bed in my nice clean sleeping bag in your filthy
cloths without bathing your self.  Look at you.  Your filthy!"

Now she was stricken, shamed and embarrassed.  "I'm sorry. I'm
sorry."  She got up immediately.  "Where can I wash?  Do you have
some clean clothes I can wear?"  

Wow, it really hurt her to have disappointed her knight in
shining armor.   She was in for a big surprise.

Over there I pointed at the laundry basin, and don't worry about
the clothes just get that filth off of you.

"Yes sir." she went over to the basin and she stopped and turned
around.  She was waiting for something.

"What are you waiting for?" I demanded.

"Aren't you going to leave?  I can't do it in front of you."

I rushed over to her and yelled at her, "YOU CAN'T?  YOU CAN'T?
Who the hell do you think you are you filthy little cunt."  

At the word "cunt" she flinched as if I had hit her.

"Don't ever tell me "You can't" when I tell you to do
something."

"But I'm too big too be naked." 

I slapped her hard but not so hard as to make her stagger.  Huge
tears rolled down her cheek.

I raised my hand again and she covered her face with her hands
but instead of hitting her I grabbed her hair in both hands and
lifted her up and set her in the basin.  

She shrieked with pain.

"Strip!" I commanded.

"Pleeeease, Just turn around."

I raised my hand again and she covered her face with her hands
and I punched her in the diaphragm.  She bounced off the wall and
fell back into the basin on one knee doubled over and clutching
her stomach.  She was unable to breathe.

"Don't you ever ever tell me what to do."  I looked around and
found about four feet of garden hose with a female coupling on
one end and just the cut hose end on the other.

I started beating her with the hose.  The poor dumb kid couldn't
even beg for mercy because my punch had knocked the wind out of
her.  I must have hit her 15-20 times with that hose.  I smelled
urine.  I looked down at her and sure enough she had peed on
herself.

"OK" she gasped.  "OK" she croaked out between sobs.  "I'll do
it.  I'll be good.  Please don't hurt me."

I stopped and stood back.  She turned her back to me.  She pulled
down the sweat pants, then the panties.  She left them in the
bottom of the basin.  She pulled off the sweater.  She looked
over her shoulder at me, crossed her arms across her body and
gathered up the hem into her hands.  Then she pulled it off over
her head.  She dropped the dress in the basin.  She crossed her
hands and clasped them in front of her and stood there with her
head down facing the wall and sobbing.  

What a sight as the dress rose up revealing her buttocks, well
formed hard muscular globes of alabaster white flesh with fine
blue veining.  Her buttocks were clenched tight together.  She
had dimples at the base of her spine.  For the first time I could
see her hips were the curvy hips of a young woman.  I could see
the vertebrae of her sacrum between the tops of her buttocks. 
Then the exquisite lateral muscles above her pelvis and thorax,
the well defined ribs and shoulder blades now crisscrossed with
huge red welts.  I had no Idea a garden hose could do that much
damage.  The dark brown hair draped down to below her shoulder
blades.  She had a long neck.  One ear was uncovered and it was
quite delicate.  At that moment the beauty of her body filled me
with loving awe and I lost all desire to abuse her.  I only
wanted to hold her naked body and have her hold me.

"Turn around." I croaked, my voice horse and cracking.

She turned around her chin on her chest her eyes on her feet. 
Her tears were streaming down her face and breasts, over her
forearms and down her thighs.  The moment was over.  The lust
pounded through me again.  All tenderness dissipated.

My eyes seized upon her delta.  Standing in the basin it was
directly infront of my eyes.  Her hands were entwined in front of
it.  But as she squirmed and wrung her hands she revealed all of
her treasures if only one bit at a time and then another bit.  

Now I beheld the detail that more than any other fanned my
desire.  A few wisps of hair fanned out across her pubis in a
delicately traced "V" with its point just above the hood of her
clitoris.  There were so few hairs that I could probably count
them in a moment.  The hood now entirely covered her clit. 
Rising up to either side of the clit were the puffy labia majora,
and peaking out between them just a glimpse of the thinner smooth
outer surface of the labia minora smooth and sealed together in
virginal defense against unwelcome intrusion.  These were all
pressed together by her thighs pressed desperately together.

I slowly lowered my eyes following her unusually long thighs and
their fine muscle definition, knees, graceful calves, ankles and
long symmetrical feet.  

Now my eyes scanned back up.  She had a hard concave muscular
tummy, her waist was narrower than I would have guessed under her
baggy rags.  Then I gazed upon her rib cage and mounted there her
little breasts, a bit more than a flea bite and a bit less than a
Champaign glass.  The lower surface had a pleasing curve. 
Nipples were tiny and pink, certainly smaller than a pencil
eraser the areola nickel size smooth and also pink.  I noticed
her left nipple pointed slightly to the right.

She had a very long neck, a cupid bow mouth, dimples, a cute long
delicate Hellenic and aristocratic nose, high cheek bones, hazel
eyes, her a look of perpetual amusement.

"Put the plug in the drain." I commanded.

This she did most awkwardly because in the narrow basin she could
stoop she had to bend over with there back to me and of course
expose what she so jealously guarded.  So at last I glimpsed her
perfectly formed regular and smooth ass hole and her labia gaped
just a tiny bit.

"Turn on the water and sit down."  

She did as she was told and I picked up the soap.  As the basin
filled she hunched her shoulders covered her breasts with her
upper arms and gathered the wet rags off the bottom of the tub to
cover her pussy.  I scooped up the warm water with a measuring
cup and poured it over her head till her hair was soaked.  I
washed her hair thoroughly, I rinsed it then I washed her face
and neck.  I had to spend a lot of time on the ears.  

"Raise your arms."  I washed her fingers hands wrists arms when I
started to wash her arm pits she clamped her arms down over her
chest.

I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back as far as I could and
I took the soap and rubbed it in her eyes.

"Did I tell you to lower your arms?" I screamed,  She screamed, 
I started slapping her while I held her hair.

"PLEASE" she screamed. She raised her hands up to her face.  

I yanked on her hair and kept slapping her.  

"Did I tell you to lower your arms".

She was hysterical, struggling with out any hope of relieve.  

"Did I tell you to lower your arms".

"No" she screamed and raised her hands high in the air but
folding her shoulders and upper arms around her face.  

"I'm sorry" she cried and I loved seeing her straining to keep
her hands high while she tried to defend her face and tiny little
boobs.

I immediately continued to wash her now my hands covered her
breasts with lather.  I washed them and tweaked the nipples. 
Soon she resigned and holding her arms high mad no effort to
cover her chest.

"What was all that fuss about?"  Were you trying to cover up
these teeny little boobs?  Why would you try to cover up these
pathetic little pimples?"

I took her both her nipples and pinched them between the
thumbnail and the finger nail of my index finger as hard as a I
could.

She screamed she frantically tried to free herself but when she
slammed down her arms she smashed one elbow on the hot water
handle and the other on the side of the basin. She screamed and
writhing thrashing forward and backward but to no avail.  

"What did I tell you about those arms?"  I said softly.

She tried to raise them, but with the piercing pain tearing at
her nipples she couldn't bring herself to do it.  I started
grinding the nipples between my nails. Sawing at them and tugging
at them.  She looked up at me through hysterical red soapy eyes.
She couldn't even scream now she just thrashed gasping for breath
and finally made a gesture at raising her arms again.

I released her nipples and she immediately clutched her breasts.
I slapped her head from either side and yelled "ARMS".

Her little arms shot up in the air and she sobbed and sobbed, she
couldn't get her breath and I could see she was hyper
ventilating.  

"Stand up!" I yelled.  

The poor stupid little waif put her hands down on the rim of the
sink.

I punched her hard right in the left breast and screamed in her
face, "ARMS!"

She got her arms up again and desperately struggling stumbling
and faltering she got to her feet without using her hands.

She stood there doubled over wavering and swaying panting for
breath, gasping for breath, crying hysterically stamping her feet
in frustration and anxiety, naked beautiful shining wet and
sudsy.

"Stand up straight."

Bit by bit she straightened up hands high.  Now she was bracing
one hand with the other as her arms ached from holding them up
unsupported.

Now, I had come to it.  What I had wanted from the moment I had
seen her so many months before.  She knew it as I stared at her
cunt.

"Legs apart." I ordered.  

She stepped to the right with her right foot and to her left with
her left foot.

I worked up a great lather with the soap in my hands.  She
squirmed and started hopping back and forth.  

"Be Still!" I commanded. 

She stood still, but her teeth started chattering and she was
shaking even though it was quite warm in the basement.  I
realized for the first time that I was drenched with sweat and I
was pressing my hardened cock against the edge of the sink.

I placed my soapy hands on her thighs and started soaping them up
raising my hands ever so slowly.

(To Be Continued.)

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