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Daddy's toy. (Nympho & Tyr)

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DaddysLittleNympho

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Nicole's mother lived with her abusive father before Nicole was even born. Once Nicole's mother found out she was pregnant with Nicole, she decided to leave the abusive relationship. Nicole was born into a happy family or her and her Mother. One day though, her Mother was killed. Nicole was devistated when she was given back to her father. She never knew her father, so why should she like him? She had no reason to be nice to him. Nicole spent most of her summer days in her room, on the phone or computer. Nicole was a very beautiful young lady and took after her Mother with curly long red hair and pale skin. She had bright green eyes and full lips, fiting her lovely face. She was very thin and in very good shape, with a rather large bust.

Nicole was just sitting in her room, writing on her laptop on her bed, trying to avoid her father all together. She was wearing a tight black tanktop and some jeaned shorts that hugged her flawless rear. Her long hair was in a poney tail with her straightened bangs to the side.
 
Brian remembered Nicole’s mom as a good piece of ass, and till she got pregnant she was one of his best earners, then everything went to shit. She did make him some extra money as a prego doing the guys that got off on that crap, but then just as the baby was about to be born, she disappeared. Initially he thought some fucked up John might have popped Nicole’s mom, but nothing showed up in the papers, so he figured she made a run for it. It wasn’t till later when he was contacted by the county court many years later, that he was Nicole’s father, and sole surviving relative. Normally Brian would have blown the whole matter off, giving no consideration to any whore’s kid, but the court representative had told him he would also have to be responsible for her estate, as she was a minor. So he pursued the matter, and found himself the court appointed guardian on Nicole’s person and estate.

Brian had an available room, since Cindy one of his other girl’s got picked up by Child Protective Services after going down on a vice cop. Hopefully she find a way home soon, but in the mean time he had an extra room available for the kid to stay. At first he wasn’t sure what to do, or how long it would take to drain the estate without anyone becoming suspicious. Still having a kid around was becoming a pain in the ass, not counting that she was a fine piece of ass like her mother, one he wouldn’t mind tapping.

Wearing a short sleeve T-shirt that clung tightly to his large muscular physique exposing the significant number of tribal tattoos that trailed down his arms and right at his collar. The girl spent most of her time in her room, which let him take care of business uninterrupted, but still inconvenient. The apartment they lived was in one of the large block like building called Westside Apartments, or as the locals called it “The Projects”. The neighborhood was one of the roughest there was in the city, the kind where gunshots and screams were common.

He walks over to the bedroom door and pounds on it. Brian’s tone is loud and authoritative.

You need to get your ass out here and clean some of this shit up!

Most of the mess wasn’t directly her responsibility, but Brian really didn’t care. If she lived here she was going to do something, rather than just hide in her room.
 
As nicole hears him pounding away at her door, she closes her laptop with a small sigh. "Fine." She screams through the walls. She sits up and stretches some, taking her sweet time as she walks to the door. She opens it and looks up at her Father. "What do you want me to do?" She asks in an annoyed tone. She looks away from him, ignoreing him like she always did. She didnt care much for her father, not aware of everything he did. She just thought of him as a guy she has to live with until she was old enough to leave him and never look back, but until then, she was his responibility.

She walks past him, not even looking at him as she bumps into his shoulder, waiting for him to tell her where she had to clean. She looks back at him, still very annoyed. "So? Where is the mess you made?" She smirks at him, mocking him slightly. The thought never passed her mind that he could easly take her down, she always lived with her loving mother that never laid a finger on her, so she was not aware at all that her own father could do anything to her. Anyway, if he ever did, she would make sure the court finds out.
 
Brian was known for her fiery personality, and his quickness to use physical force to solve things. His friends back in high school used to call him “Tsunami”, because once he did loose it, he generally left a wave of destruction in his wake. Still out of some deep ingrained notion of right and wrong, he’d retrained his ire when it came to the young girl now challenging him. If she had been one of his girls, he would have already lashed out. It may have been the heat of summer, or the window cooler not working, but he could feel the first signs of an incontrollable anger rising. Brian’s dark eyes bore through the young girl giving him nothing but attitude.

The small apartment was far from clean; various articles of clothing, piles of magazines, empty cans of beer used for ashtrays, and other miscellaneous detritus littered throughout the room. The look was more similar to what would be found in frat house than an apartment occupied by father and daughter.

The same thing I just asked you to do, clean this shit up.

His hand waves over the general disarray scattered about the living room, before he again crosses them.

I really don’t give a fuck who made this mess, you’re cleaning it.

The more the kid gave him that flippant attitude the more pissed off he got.

And if you give me anymore of your shit, I’ll show you who’s fucking the boss in this house.

Brain was tired of taking her bullshit, he didn’t allow any of the other girl no matter if they worked for him or not, so why should start taking it from this girl, daughter or not.
 
Nicole stares at the trash everywhere. She shakes her head and looks back at him. "Why should I clean this? Your the one who made this mess." She rolls her eyes and steps away from him, feeling a small chill rush past her body. "Fine, But I better be getting paid or somthing. Im not doing this crap for free." She steps into the living room before he could say anything and picks up an old trash can and starts picking up the empty, ashy beer cans, mumbling under her breath as she worked.

She looked back at him for a moment before she starts picking up the dirty clothes. She picks up a half empty beer can and sighs, turning to the kitchen before she looks down and sees her father's favorite shirt. She smirks and quickly pours the beer on the shirt, a mixture of beer and wet ashes cover the shirt, possibly staining it. She throws the empty can away and kicks the shirt to the side as she begins picking up some more trash.
 
The kid started her bitching and whining again as she began her minimalistic efforts at cleaning. Her mannerisms were at best baiting him to respond, at worst asking for a beating. Even with his blood pressure rising, he controls the immediate urge to deck her, and at least gives her an opportunity to clear the room of its accumulated debris. For a brief moment he thought she just might comply and complete the task he’d given her. So feeling some progress is being made he responds to her inquiry concerning pay.

You got roof over your head, and food on the table, better than most of the losers around here. So if you’re looking for pay, you’re shit out of luck.

Brian just laid it out like he saw it. He wasn’t going to pay any bitch, including his daughter a nickel if he didn’t want to. Who the fuck did she think she was? What a spoiled little bitch. In fact the more Brian thought about it the more his temper rose. He almost wasn’t paying attention when he spies the girl, pouring the concoction of beer and ash onto one of his favorite rock concert t-shirts. Without a thought, he flies into an uncontrollable fit of rage. Both of his arms unravel as he moves across the small living room in several large strides.

Why you fucking cunt!

He half yells as his large arm sweeps across the front his body to back hand her, the blow strong enough to send her sailing if it connected correctly.
 
She glares at him for a moment, before ignoring him. She flinches as he gets up and quickly walks towards her, yelling. She nearly bursted out laughing as she saw how red his face was turning. As she sees his hand come close to her face, she strumbles back, making him miss her. She stares at him in shock, surprised that he just tried to slap her. "What the hell?!" She raises her voice as she stares at him, shaking some. "You just tried to hit me!" she screamed out. "How dare you! Im a lady, You cant even think about hitting me!"

She steps away from him and turns the trash can upside down, letting all the beer cans and other garbage fall out onto their floor. "Clean your own shit!" She quickly walks past him, steping on the T-shirt she drentched in beer as she walks to her room and slams the door, laying on her bed, she picks up her cell phone and calls her friend, wanting to tell her what just happened.
 
Brian face was flush with anger as the girl eludes his swing. Her accusation about his intent fell on deaf ears as he cared less about her being a woman. His face displayed momentary shock as she upends the trashcan onto the floor. Her action did nothing but fuel the fire now burning out of control within him. He stood speechless as the bitch walks past him, on the way to her bedroom, his rock t-shirt nothing but a floor mat beneath her feet. It wasn’t till the slam of the bedroom door, did he snapped out of the daze he’d been in. Mumbling to himself, as no one else was in the room, he rushes to her door.

Son of a bitch!

The anger welling up in Brian was immense, and it didn’t even allow him the opportunity to check to confirm if the door was or wasn’t locked. Instead he applied the full weight of his large muscular frame to the door, which quickly gives under the hard impact. The door still dangling from it tattered hinges, hangs at an odd angle as he enters the girl’s room without any regard to her wishes. With a fluid movement, he sees her turn towards the battered door, his large hand reaching out and grabbing the open cell phone. Before she can even say a word of protest, he pitches it with immense force against the nearest wall shattering it.

Don’t you ever walk away from me again, you stupid cunt!
 
She looks over as she hears her door break. She stares at him in shock, unaware of hos strong he was. She flinches lightly as he takes her phone and throws it against the wall. She glares at him. "I can walk away when ever I feel like it! You dont own me you son of a bitch!" She steps back slightly, looking back at her shattered phone on her floor before looking back at him. "You better get me a new phone!" She sits on her bed, glaring at him.

"You know, Mommy told me how bad of a person you were, but I didnt belive her, until now ofcourse." She laughs softly. "Its a good thing she got away when she could." She stands up and walks over to her desk, ignoring him now, still slightly afriad of him, but not thinking that he would attually hurt her, she was his daughter. She picks up a pack of cigarettes she stole from her father, and a lighter. "Im going over to a friends house." She walks past him and heads to the broken door.
 
As the girl tries to pass by, he reaches out and grabs her by the ponytail. Every word she spoke only made the situation worse.

You aren’t going any place bitch! I’m so tired of your shit.

Pulling hard, he drags her by her hair back into the living room, if she stayed on her feet or slipped to the floor he just continues on, uncaring to her discomfort. Maybe he should have considered her words, but the anger clouded anything resembling judgment.

You’re mother was nothing more than one of fucking whores, and you are nothing more than some uncounted for sperm.

He shoves her to the floor where she had so recently dumped the contents of the trashcan. The anger and contempt he had resounded in every word he spoke. Again, he reaches back across his body to hit her with the back of his hand, the force meant to drive home his rage.
 
Nicole groans loudly as he grips her poney tail and pulls her back. She moves her hands up to his as she struggled to free herself from his grasp. As he drags her to the living room and shoves her to the floor, she landed on the empty beer cans and starts to git up, making rough contact with his hand as he back hands her. Not seeing his hand coming to her face, she was shocked as she fell back to the ground, landing on her side from the force of the rough hit. She stays on the floor for a few moments before she sits up some, rubbing her red cheek gently as she looks up at him.

She had never been slapped before, so she was still in shock. "W-Whats wrong with you?!" She starts to recover from the hit, but losing most of her fight. She bites her lower lip and pulls herself back, shaking some as she sits on the garbage. She continues to rub her sore cheek nervously as she stares up at him. By the angle she was sitting, he could see right down her thin tanktop, seeing part of her black bra and a large amount of her cleavage.
 
Finally he had the little cunt’s attention. Brian realized he should have dealt with her before, and not let it spiral so out of control. He’d learned over the years what you had to keep your bitches in line or they would walk all over you. If you didn’t rough them up occasionally they’d all go soft, or start stealing from you. Well no more Mr. Nice guy, this little cunt would learn how he dealt with uppity bitches like her.

Nothings wrong with me, you’re the dumb cunt that decided to give me a ration of shit.

His large physique hangs over hers, as he berates her. The muscles of her arms flex as he almost spits, while venomously talking to her, his voice a near yell. His anger in no way hidden or disguised, as he holds her ponytail like some dogs leash. Finally he just releases it, and lets her fall the remaining way to the floor. It was then that he saw the black bra and the large mounds of soft flesh constrained by them. How many times had he beaten one of his hoes, and them fucked the living shit out them a few minutes later, while they screamed his name in pleasure. He shakes the momentary thought off as he leers at her.

Are you going to clean this up now?
 
She stares up at him nervously until he finally releases her poney tail and lets her fall to the floor. She bites her lower lip, shaking some. She nodds a bit and looks away as she begins to clean the trash she dumped everywhere, staying on her hands and knees as she piles everything up. She slowly stands and walks past him to get the trash can. As she walks past him, he could see the hand print on her cheek. She grabs the trash can and quickly dumps all the trash on the floor into the trash can.

She stays quiet as she looks around for a moment before wiping down the coffee table, cleaning everything on it and making it look nice and neat. She then begins to pick up all the pices of trash. After about an hour, she was finally finished and she walks to her room. She couldnt close the door anymore. Her room had a small bathroom in it, but no door to it. "Im taking a shower, dont come in!" She calls through the wall as she walks to the bathroom and begins to undress.
 
The girl showed a compliant nature as she went about cleaning the room, the fury of the moment subsiding as Brian watches over her efforts. Brian began to pay less attention to the quality of her work, and more to the nubile feminine frame that tilted, turned and dipped picking up the trash and cleaning the living room. Though she had a large red print to the side of her face, he had no moral quandary concerning it, because she deserved it, simple as that. Finally when she’d cleaned the room, she passes by and his eyes can’t help but watch her tight little package slip by. Her body had that glistening sheen of perspiration, caused by physical exertion and the lack of adequate cooling.

There was definitely an undeniable urge to just walk in and watch the little bitch take off her clothes, but instead he just yells back.

No problem, I've seen better.

Brain turns to the kitchen and the refrigerator to grab a beer. Looking over the kitchen he notes, that it needs the same if not more attention than the living room, but that could wait. Before plopping down on the couch, he pulls the bong out from under the end table cabinet. Putting it down on the coffee table, he flips the channels on the television looks for something to watch. He almost left it on the adult channel, but found a basketball game instead. Hearing the water of the shower, he turns to look down the hall; his mind trying to visual what his daughter might look like naked. The only thing interrupting the depraved thought was he’d inadvertently knocked over the bottle of beer on the table. Which he quickly grabs and rights, though a portion of it was now on the table and floor. A smirk comes across his face as he gets up walks to her room, grabs her discarded panties and top, and returns to the room where he proceeds to use them to clean up the spilled beer. The mess adequately dealt with, he just tosses the used articles of clothing on the floor.

The bottle of beer done, he gets another, and returns to the game. The shower in the background comes to an end, as he begins filling the bowl of the bong with some good weed. His thoughts were, things were going to change around here.
 
She ignores him and gets undressed before starting the shower. She steps in and begins to shampoo her long hair before washing herself. By the time she got out, she couldnt find any clean clothes. She wraps a white damp towel around her slender form as she walks out into the living room, watching her Father pack the bong with weed. She sighs and walks into the laundry room, looking for some clean clothes. She couldnt find any. She sighs loudly and walks back into the living room. "Brian, Do you know if I have any clean clothes laying around?" She never called him 'dad' or Daddy', just called him by his name.

She looks on the floor and sees her panties and top on the floor drentched in beer. "What the hell?!" She picks up her clothes. "My clothes arnt for you to clean up your disgusting beer!" She demands, throwing her soping wet panties in his face, hiting the bong and drentching the weed in beer before walking back to her room. She looks in her closet and pulls out some jeans a thong, a bra, and an old T-shirt. She quickly pulls on her clothes and lights up a cigarette, very annoyed with her father, like always.
 
Watching the game, and about to light his bong, his daughter comes tromping through the room looking for clothes. The intrusion for once wasn’t so bad, as she was only clad in a single bath towel. Her insistent inquiry about the status of her clothing, was annoying, but insufficiently so, given he was getting a most acceptable view of her young body.

Hey I think they’re some on the floor over there.

Indicating the clothes, he just used to clean the coffee table. Brian was caught off guard by the stupidity of the girl’s response. He was rather proud of himself for having dealt with her impudence and insolence. However, when the wet panties hit his face, the calming sensation he’d hope to achieve from a good hit was destroyed. All the anger and frustration quickly welled to the surface.

The first thought was just to put a bullet in her brain and get it over with, but he knew that such an action would just jeopardize the money he was getting. So he takes a moment to calm himself, before heads to her room with a barely controlled fervor. There stood Nicole, with a cigarette in one hand and the look of some haughty bitch on her face, that just broke his control. This time her hair wasn’t in a pigtail but all down, so it could dry. Again neither asking nor waiting for a protest about his entry into her room, he cross the floor and takes the cigarette from her hand. Quickly placing it in his own mouth, his other hand grabs a large wad of hair, as he begins to forcibly drag her back to the living room.

What kind of a brain dead human being are you? How did you get to be this old without somebody just putting you down, to end the misery?

He throws her to the floor in the living room, while he waits for her to respond he takes a long drag on her cigarette.
 
As Nicole hears her father walk into her room, she turns and glares at him. She was a little surprized when he took her cigarette from her and placed it in his own mouth. Before she could say anything she felt him grip her damp hair, making her groan softly as he drags her back into the living room. As he throws her to the ground, she looks up at him very angry. "Who do you think you are?" She asks calmly before standing up, facing him. She only came up to his chest and had to tilt her head up to look into his dark eyes.

She reaches up and pulls the cigarette away from him quickly and takes a long drag before throwing it to the carpeted floor and stomps it out, grounding it into the floor. The whole time, she kept her eyes locked on him, gaining her fight back. "Oh, I owe you somthing." She smiles sweetly before raising her hand once again and slaping him roughly across the face, making his head turn with a large amount of force. She steps back, moving out of his reach as she stares at the dark red mark she made on his left cheek, smiling, very proud of herself for geting her sweet revenge on him.
 
Brian had moved from mad and pissed to almost uncontrollable rage at the audacity of the girl’s actions. Not that he cared about her grabbing the cigarette, over even the stinging sensation he felt from the slap, it was the very thought that the little cunt was standing up to him. Maybe at some level he should have understanding and compassion for the trauma she’d endured concerning the death of her mother, but he didn’t care. Just the thought that some bitch was defiant was more than enough to set him off.

Why you fucking bitch, he nearly froths in anger at her insolence.

Now he takes a full swing with his open hand, hoping to connect with the side of her face. The force and strength behind it meant to truly hurt, and send her spinning to her feet.

You had better learn whom you’re dealing with before you try that again, cunt!

If she even rose or moved again he was ready to deck her with swing of his fist, now closed. The street fighter in him had come to the forefront, and he no longer made distinction between man, woman, or daughter. The only way to win a street fight was to make sure that your opponent didn’t get up, without realizing they were defeated.
 
Nicole screams loudly as he slaps her even harder then he did before, making her fall to her knees in front of him. She holds a hand over the cheek he hit as her eyes started watering up, shaking in pain as she looks up at him. The shock in her eyes quickly turn to anger as she glares at him. She rubs her cheek gently as she looks down, thinking for a moment. She looks back up at him, anger still in her eyes. "Just because your used to slapping around stupid cum whores, doesn't mean you can lay a finger on me! I'll have the cops on your ass if you even try that again!"

She starts to get up, keeping her eyes glued to him. It was like a never ending war against them, one thing after another, everything worse than the last, she just wanted to turn eighteen and get as far away from him as possible.
 
He at least had the girl’s attention now.

Don’t think the cops are going to save your ass bitch. You don’t see them driving around here do you? They stay far away from places like this, unless absolutely necessary. The one that are on the take, ready to sell out trash like you for a few more dollars to their hidden retirement account.

He just glares down at her as his large frame hovers over her, ready to lash out again. His eyes clearly filled with fury as further evidenced by the tone of his voice.

I only slap my whores cause they deserve it like you. Remember bitch, your mommy was one of those cum whores, a dick sucking ass fucked slut. Shit I remember how much she loved to be roughed up, and before you knew it she was on all fours and had both of her hands on the cheeks of her ass spreading them wide as possible, asking for, no begging for cock.

The words were a truth meant to hurt and deride her. He felt no compassion, as he just saw the child as another bitch to be broken, like any of his other whores.

Now clean this mess up, before I really get mad.
 
Nicole glares at him, her bright green eyes filling with tears as he degrades her own mother. She quickly stands and pushes him back, harder than expected. "Clean your own shit up!" She walks past him and walks to her room. Once she got in her room she sat on her bed and hugged a small teddy bear her Mother got her as she tries to fight off her tears, making sure he didn't see her cry.

She looks back at the door and lays on her bed, rolling on her side to face the wall her bed was against. She thought about her Mother, wishing she never passed away. Her Mother was the nicest person anyone could meet, and never once did Nicole look at her as a whore. She pushes her Father's thoughts out of her head and closes her eyes, calming down as she cuddles with her stuffed animal.
 
Brian wasn’t letting her get off that easy. The little bitch wasn’t going to just escape and avoid what he told her to do. How many of his whore pissed and whined about one thing or another? He’d learn over the years, to just not take any shit off any of them, especially some snot nosed spoiled cunt like this kid. So he just follows her into her room, caring little for her fragile emotional state.

As he’s talking he’s picking up the pack of cigarette on the dresser and the lighter she’d used. Looking at the lighter he almost wanted to laugh and the insipid cartoon character adorning its side. So he begins to taunt her.

Ahhh have I upset you?

He lights a cigarette and takes a puff, as he leans against the door jamb, blocking the doorway.

Didn’t you know, you’re sweat little mommy loved to suck cock? I bet you didn’t know if I weren’t selling her ass, she would have been giving it away.

He just smirks as he blows a cloud of smoke up towards the ceiling of the room.

She told me a story once, that as a cheerleader she once made a bet with the basketball team, that if they won the next game, she’d suck them all off, and you know what happened they did and she did.
 
She looks back at him as she hears him picking up her cigarettes and lighting one. She bites her lower lip to keep herself from falling apart. As he begins to degrade her Mother once again, she sits up and glares at him. "Shut up!" She demands. Once he doesn't stop, a small tear runs down her soft cheek. "Daddy just stop it!" She whimpers. Once she realized she called him 'daddy' she blushes and pulls herself back. She clears her throat and lays back down, her back to him.

"Get out of my room." She closes her eyes as she hugs her small teddy bear, trying to ignore him. She replays what she just said to him, feeling slightly embarrassed. She told herself she would never call him her dad or father out loud, but with a simple slip of the tongue and her near her breaking point, she broke everything she believed in. She pulls her pillow over her head to block out the sound of his taunting voice.
 
Brian’s anger was far from quenched, and the whimpering crying meant little to him, over the years he’d heard it all, the promises, the apologies, but none of it mattered, he just become inured to the tactic. Though she wasn’t the first girl to call him daddy, she was the first that could use the term not mean it as a sexual connotation. So for a brief moment, he finds himself almost sympathetic to her plights, but soon that was pushed aside by his anger, and her demand. Ignoring her request to exit the room, he in fact moves further in, as he takes another drag on the cigarette.

Everything in this fucking apartment is mine, including this room. You don’t own shit. So I’ll fucking leave it when I’m good and ready. Now you’re going to do as I say or else.

He moves in closer as he speaks, till he is standing right next to her bed.

You fucking need to grow up and learn how the world really works and who’s in charge.

Leaning over he attempts to grab the stuffed animal from the girl.
 
She ignores him until he reaches for her stuffed animal. As he takes it away, she quickly turns around, siting up and slapping him roughly across the face, digging her long nails in his cheek as his head turns with a large amount of force. She then reaches for her stuffed animal with her slightly bloody fingers. She looks up at him as she holds her stuffed animal in one hand using the other to throw her pillow at him, hitting his cigarette and making the cherry fall off.

She watches as the scratch she left on his face draws blood, watching as the dark blood pools to the surface. She stays quiet before she quickly gets off the bed and walks out of the room with her stuffed animal. She walks to the kitchen and takes a cupple of his beers out of the fridge and walks over to the sink, pouring them down the drain. She does this a cupple times until there was only one left. She pulls it out and opens it, taking a small sip from it to see what it tasted like. She coughs some and walks to the sink, pouring it down, the whole time, holding her stuffed animal in her left hand.
 
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