A Mother’s Need

[Tyr]

Derek was leaning against his old refurbished muscle car, waiting for an associate to drop off some product, when his phone began to buzz. He looked down at the caller id and saw it was Mary one of his many clients looking for a hit. She’d text the message requesting he come by followed by a 911, which obviously implied she was in serious need. Then again all of his real clients were in need, what else could you expect when you were a drug dealer and pimp. Derek just smirked initially ignoring the request, as he had more important things to take care of.

He stood 6’4” and weighted almost 250 pounds with a thick solid upper body; his black leather jacket hid his well toned physique. Looking down the road he saw a van approaching, and recognized it as Eddie’s van, which really was just a pharmacy on wheels, well the illegal kind of pharmacy. Brushing some of his long dark hair to the side, he looked around one more time with his dark brown eyes, not seeing even the smallest hint of anyone watching. Brushing off his blue jean pants he stood up and waited for the side door to open so he could step in. Of course all business was done out of the view of any prying eyes.

A few minutes later the exchange done, the money handed over, and his supply of product replaced. Again his phone buzzes as he looks down and sees that Mary’s phone number and an even more urgent message, not that he cared in the least. She obviously was in withdrawal and didn’t care as long as he gave her what she needed. Though of late she seemed to be having more and more problem paying which was a common occurrence with the losers that took his shit. Not that he cared in the fucking least, his only concern was he got paid, anything else was just bullshit. He didn't do charity work, it was that simple.

Hopping into his car, he secured the majority of the product in a safe spot, and headed over to where Mary lived, a once nice neighborhood that had long ago seen its best days. Most of the buildings were half abandoned and most if not all were in an utter state of disrepair. The kind of place you only went outside at night with a gun. Luckily for Derek it was just late in the afternoon, as he had other matters to attend to at night. He parked and headed up to the small apartment complex, this is the kind of neighborhood where everyone looked the other way, and the police were never called, bars evident on any window that didn’t have plywood. So he headed up the steps, having never even taken the time to answer her various desperate text messages.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Mary paced back and forth int eh small one bedroom apartment. She couldn't sit still, couldn't stop twitching. She kept checking her cell phone to see if Derek had replied to her yet, twitching again as she passed her window. Her died blonde hair fell around her shoulders, limp and dry from bleachings. Pale blue eyes were surrounded by dark circles from lack of sleep and too many narcotics. She was thin, too thin, and her clothes were loose on her, and everything put together made her look a good ten years older than she was.

Maria, her youngest, her angel, was curled up on the couch, watching her mother with concern. She did not speak up against her mother's addiction, or against her pacing, or the fact that more than once she had spent their grocery money, or their electric money, on drugs. She loved her unconditionally, and did everything she could to help her mother get through the day. She was as sweet as they came, her pretty red hair falling in curls around her shoulders. She clutched a book in her hands as she watched her mother pace.

Rachel, her oldest daughter, stood near the doorway with her hands on her hips, glaring at her mother. Her own naturally blonde hair was pulled back, and she wore low-cut jeans. Se looked exactly like her mother had in her younger years, and that only served to make her mother even angrier. She was the walking reminder of the youth and beauty she had let go of.

"This is fucking stupid mom! How the hell are you going to pay him this time? Are you gonna give him Maria's lunch money? Or is it the water bill you won't pay?" She was standing firmly, her feet planted on the ground so firmly that she didn't even move when her mother stalked up to her and slapped her in the face.

She cried out and began to lash out at her mother as well, but was too slow. Her mother was already out the door of their apartment, pacing the small porch as she had already a dozen times. This time though the let out a cry, and Rachel slammed the door behind her. She knew that meant Derek had shown up.

Mary looked down the steps at Derk, and nearly threw herself at him, clasping her hands together, pulling at long skinny fingers with chewed at nails.

"I-I was beginning to think you wouldn't come! Please,please Derek, I need a fix, bad."

 

[Tyr]

Derek was only half way up the concrete steps when the crack-addicted skank came bounding down the steps towards him. The thing was a pathetic caricature of a woman, as she began to plead for a fix. Even if everyone knew why he was here, he wasn’t going to do a deal standing out in the open, if for no other reason than the stupid cunt would probably try to take a hit right were she was standing. Without the slightest “hi” or “how are you?” Derek just steps by her and makes his way up into her apartment, as if it was his.

Stepping into the tenement type apartment, it had a musty dank unwashed smell as he looked around. The place was a mess, detritus everywhere, a sense of complete disorder was evident everywhere you looked. Derek briefly noted the young girl curled up on the couch, and the defiant older girl standing there. In the brief moment to his entry and Mary’s he took the time to inspect the older girl, his eyes traveling down her body, noting how nicely she filled out her clothes. The girl was becoming a nice piece of ass, which Mary probably was a long time ago. Derek maintained an arrogant smirk unconcerned and indifferent that he was about to do an illegal act in front of Mary’s children.

So what do you need darling? I got your call and came right over?

Every client had their thing, a drug of preference, be it heroin or crack, most took crack just because it was cheaper, but the shit had a way of tearing its user body apart, as was clearly evident with Mary.

I’ve always got what you need to make you feel good.

Even as he waited he gazed over at Maria with some hunger in his eyes. Wondering what she would look like naked and on her knees sucking his big old cock. With confidence boarding on complete arrogance he winks at her with a sly smile, his large frame standing dead center in their home.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Maria had always been frightened of Derek, and as he walked into her home as if he belonged there she curled up a little tighter. She felt her sister sink down onto the couch angrily, wrapping a protective arm around her, and Maria did not complain. Rachel glared at the drug dealer before looking away form him in distaste, her nose high, Maria on the other hand never took her eyes from him, afraid that she would miss something important.

Mary paid neither of them mind as she hurried back into her own apartment, letting the door close behind her. She stayed close to Derek as she looked up at him, never noticing him wink at Maria, or the way Maria quickly looked away, obviously intimidated by the man Mary had all but sold her soul to. What a horrible mother, leaving her 14 and 17 year old daughters watch her buy up drugs like a starved whore.

Mary grasped at Derek's jacket for a moment then let it go, looking up at him a bit shyly, obviously nervous about what she was going to ask. She knew she didn't have the money for it, and that he'd probably take it out of her hide for even asking, but she was jonesing bad.

"I-I'd really like a good hit of heroin Derek, please?" She pushed some of her lank blonde hair behind an ear, her bony face turned up to him, her back to her daughters.

"Fucking bitch . . " Rachel muttered under her breath as she held her younger sister close and tried to turn the girl's attention back to the book in front of her. Maria was hesitant to let her guard down in front of Derek, but tried to give her sister her attention, looking back down at her book nervously.

"Shut the fuck up, you little slut, and go in the other room if you don't want to see what's happening in MY home!" She mother screamed at her angrily, edgy. Rachel's head snapped up.

"Fuck you! Your room smells like piss, Maria deserves better than that, even if you don't!" Maria was staring down at her lap now, always uneasy when her mother and sister fought. It was obvious that she was a gunshy young girl.

 

[Tyr]

Maria was hovering almost grabbing at Derek in what was obvious need. That she was exhibiting serious signs of discomfort didn’t cause him the least amount of anxiety or concern. So he stands there patiently as she quickly gives her request followed by a disagreement between mother and daughter. Derek’s attention shifts from the young girl to the older daughter Rachel. The older girl had always given him attitude and looked at him like he was the scum of the earth, which he might be, but didn’t appreciate. The older girl seemed to have a better sense of what was going on, and he always watched her, just because she was the kind to cause him problems. The mother and daughter made a very vocal exchange that brought a slight smile to his face as he waited for it to settle down, so he could make his deal, get paid and get out of here.

Sure I got some good stuff. How much you want, it’s the usual price?

Derek reached into his leather jacket, which reveals the black t-shirt he was wearing that clung to his broad chest, a tattoo just sticking up past the neckline. The hand ready to pull out the small packets depending on how much she requested. Of course he wanted to see the money, as nothing was free, and waited for her to show it. Maybe he should have had some moral problem with what he did for a living, but he didn’t. Simply it was business, and if he didn’t do it, someone else would. It was like the two girls that he had turning tricks, they were whores, and a whore was no fucking good if it didn’t have a pimp to take care of business and protect them. Fuck if he wasn't there, he wasn't sure if they wouldn't give it away, the stupid sluts. If you really thought about it he was an urban entrepreneur working to grow his fledgling business by constantly looking for new business opportunities. He found the thought funny and smiled larger as he waited, wondering if she would give him some lame ass excuses or other shit, which of course he had no patience for.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Mary looked a bit crestfallen at the mention of payment, and her head fell slightly, She pulled at her hands again, shifting her weight nervously.

"Well see . . Derek . . . I don't really have much money right now." She wasn't looking at him as she spoke, but her bloodshot eyes lifted back up to him as she swallowed hard, "Is there maybe something else I could do . . just to get a fix or two to get me through the next couple of days. Then I'll have money, I promise. I'll pay you double!"

The woman was obviously nervous, and she meant her words, although Rachel rolled her eyes. She knew that there was no way her mother would ever get enough to pay double, she hardly even went long enough between fixes to pay normal price. Rachel watched as her mother sidled up to Derek real close, pushing her body slightly against his, trying to use her non existent womanly wiles to persuade him.

"Please, I promise I'll make it worth your while?"

Rachel could almost choke on her mother's actions, and she muttered under her breath, a little loudly, "Fucking skank, why don't you just fuck him already, and get it over with. Not like he wants you, you can't even sell yourself for half price on the streets."

 

[Tyr]

Derek was immediately pissed off; he just driven over here to find out the nasty skank didn’t have the money. And though on a rare occasion he taken sexual favors in lieu of payment, but her ugly ass just wasn’t worth it even with a bag over her face. So he just forcefully shoved her off as she moved against him.

Fucking get off, don’t touch me! Do I look like a fucking bank? If you haven’t got the money or something else of equal value, I don’t have the shit it’s that simple.

Sometimes he taken television, stereos, and other items he could pawn in exchange, but looking around this filthy apartment, it already looked stripped clean of anything like that. If she wanted to suck some other motherfucker’s cock for money that was fine, but he wasn’t going to pay for something he could get for free. The older daughter had it right even if she was a little bitch. Rachel had become more and more bold over the last year as he came to sell drugs, and had given him a ration of shit, as she was doing to her mother right now. Someday he wouldn’t mind meeting her in a dark alley and showing her how he dealt with insolent disrespectful bitches like her.

So do you have the money or not?

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Mary stumbled back as he pushed her, and she looked up at him, hurt and desperation in her eyes. She gave a small cry of need, pulling at her hands as if she had an obsessive disorder. She looked at her daughter and nearly lunged at her, grabbing the girl and slapping her.

"I'm your mother! You won't talk to me that way!" Rachel just laughed at her mother as she was assaulted, moving forward some in a way that it was evident that she was protecting her younger sister from any stray blows.

"Fucking bitch, serves you right if you don't' get your fix. Maybe you'll die of withdrawals and leave Maria and me to take care of ourselves. We couldn't' do any worse than you." She was laughing hard, but a moment later she was crying out as her mother grabbed her hair, ripping her off the couch and throwing her on the floor, towards Derek.

"Why don't you take this little cunt! Maybe she's more to your liking than I am." Mary looked down at her daughter with loathing, kicking her in the side while she was down.

Rachel grabbed at her mother's leg but missed, the skinny bitch could move quickly when she wanted to.

"Like hell!" Rachel was already pushing herself to her knees, ready to lunge at her mother.

"You can't just sell me off like you did the tv and most of the furniture you HO!"" She turned her attention suddenly on Derek, and let her hatred flow out, "And don't you fucking touch me! If she wants her damned drugs she can get them herself."

Maria was trembling on the couch, pushing herself back into the crook of the arm, tears gathering in her eyes. She was certainly a tender child, very unlike her cold mother and hard sister.

"I'll fucking rip your dick off if you even thinks it, "She spat up at Derek as she finally found her feet, glaring up at him. She might have been over a foot shorter than him, but she wasn't about to back down.

 

[Tyr]

Derek said nothing as the mother and daughter fought, and really didn’t care in the least, till the daughter made it personal. With one hand he wiped off the spittle that had hit and landed on his face. The intense look as his eyes bore through her gave Rachel the only visual warning she got of just how mad he was. For a brief moment nothing happened, time stood still as he looked at his wet finger, it wasn’t much, but more than enough in his poor attitude.

Why you fucking disrespectful cunt!

Society might look at hitting a woman as wrong, but he knew that it was an effective way of dealing with insolent bitches. The other arm came around, in a broad sweeping swing, as he backhands Rachel across the face. The force behind the blow is substantial as he dispenses immediate punishment on her for her actions.

Your mother may be right, I think I should teach you some fucking manners.

Before she can recover from the blow, he reaches down and grabs her by the hair, and begins to yank her to her feet. Holding the girl at arms length he turns to Marry and begins to negotiate the deal.

How about 1 packet now, and another one after I’m done with the little bitch? And if anyone asks, you just tell them she asked for it and that she's a fucking slut, how does that sound?

Derek found his own breathing deepening as he began to consider the possibilities.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Rachel cried out in startled pain as she stumbled back, falling on her ass from the unexpected blow. She had just begun to reach up to her face, staring up at him in shock, when he grabbed her hair. Mary watched in glee as Derek lifted her daughter of the floor, rage darkening his gaze as he turned back on her. Rachel's feet kicked at the air as she grabbed at Derek's wrist.

"Let me go! Let me go you fucking bastard!" Her cries went ignored though, with the exception of her mother's grin. The grin threatened to split her face as Derek offered her one packet immediately.

Maria was watching terrified on the couch, tears threatening to spill over as she watched her older sister abused, and bartered for drugs. Her fear of Derek grew exponentially in that moment. She had seen him be cruel before, but she had never seem him strike out at her sister.

"R-Rachel-" She started to climb off the couch to aid her sister, but Rachel's eyes shot to her.

"No, Maria! Stay there." There were tears in Rachel's eyes, but rather than tears of fear, they were tears of pain and anger. She was trying to kick at Derek as her mother reached out of her packet of heroine, the greedy whore thoroughly enjoying her daughter's situation.

"Oh don't worry, I won't tell anyone anything that makes you look bad . . . not ever." Mary was back to worshiping the man that gave her everything she needed to survive, in her clouded opinion, " Maybe when you're done with her she'll know her place."

Mary glared at her daughter and collapsed on the couch, pulling out a needle and smiling broadly. Both of her children were completely forgotten as she left her eldest to the mercy of her drug dealer. She was going to enjoy watching this.

She groaned as she shot up, not even waiting before sinking the needle into her arm, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Maria sobbed as she pushed herself back into her corner of the couch, pulling her legs up close to the rest of her body, unable to look away from her sister in Derek's grasp.

 

[Tyr]

The deal made Derek turn his attention to the young thing struggling to escape his iron grip on her hair. He sees the exchange between the two sisters as the older one warns off the younger one, a very smart decision. Though he thought, maybe the young one would learn now how to treat her man, but watching what he was going to do to her older sister.

Maybe you’re not as stupid a little cunt as I first thought. Now if you know what’s good for you, you’re going to show me a good time. Think you can do that bitch?

Still practically holding her aloft by her hair, Derek reaches out crudely with his free hand and begins to maul her tits through her top. The large hand aggressively kneads the young girl’s chest.

Oh you’ve got a nice set of titties baby. I bet all the boys have been chasing you to get into your pants.

He looks down at the tight pair of jeans that showed her shapely curves.

Don’t you worry I know how to take care of little bitch like you; I have had lots of practice. We’re going to have a lot of fun, you and I.

The evil malignant smile gave only the smallest indication of what depravity he planned to exact upon her body. There was no kindness or caring in anything thing he said or did as his hand twisted tightening the grip on her hair. The other hand begins to tear at her top, so he could get an unobstructed view of her young perky tits.

I bet you’re even going to like it before I’m done with you.

Derek begins an evil chuckle.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Rachel screamed in anger as Derek began molesting her tits painfully. She kicked out, spinning her self slightly in his grip, and cried out again. She let her fingernails dig into his wrist, trying to relieve the stress on her scalp, futilely.

"Let go of me you fucking pervert!" She struggled as continued to look her over, before ripping at her top. She released her grip on his wrist and went for his other hand, trying to stop him, trying to save her top as she screamed. She could heel his hand twisting in her hair, and she gasped form the pain as she tried to cover her breasts. She spat at him again, obviously her bag of tricks was small, but infuriating all the same.

"I'll never enjoy anything you do to me! Your not a man, you're just a coward that hides behind his size! I bet even your dick is small!!" She continued to struggle against him, giving up on protecting her breasts, revealing that there were barbells through her nipples as she struck out at him, ripping at his shirt in an attempt to gouge at his chest, her long nails the only weapon she had.

"You'll regret anything you do to me!"

 

[Tyr]

Derek felt the rake of her nails and temporarily stops his efforts on her young tits, so he could slap her across the face several times. No need to let her think she could get away with that kind of shit.

Oh you’re right bitch; I’m a real fucking pervert.

The hand that had just been slapping her face, now rends her top open, leaving the tattered material hanging from each shoulder. Then Derek abruptly pulls her bra up, so her perky tits spill out. Even as he speaks he reaches out and grabs one of her exposed nipples between his finger and thumb and begins to twist it hard.

And best of all I’ve got a big old dick that going to stretch those little tight holes of yours. You aren’t going to be able to walk straight when I’m done with your worthless ass.

He yanks her backwards by the head to keep her off guard and to diminish her annoying attack and to get her off of her feet.

You want to see it baby? You want to see some real cock meat, the kind you dreamed about your whole life, the kind that gets you all wet between the legs.

The hand that just slapped her reaches down, to his pants, and begins to unbuckle them, his other hand still holding her head tightly by the hair.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Rachel screamed and sobbed as he slapped her over and over again, her hands jerking away from his chest to try to cover her face, guarding it from his blows. When he yanked back on her hair she stumbled and fell backwards, creating a second yank. She barely caught herself enough to fall forward onto her knees, instead of hanging helplessly by her hair.

Maria was sobbing as she watched what Derek was doing to her sister, but Mary was laughing. It was obvious that she was already feeling the high, as she undulated on the couch, turned on by the display.

"Oh yeah, Derek, fucking abuse that little slut. You like it, don't you Rachel. You've always wanted a big strong man to take control of you." Mary was speaking form her own fantasies as she leaned forward, watching closely, hungrily as Derek unbuckled his belt. Rachel screamed and tried to spit at him, realizing that his cock would be right in front of her face. She tried to turn her head away, straining against his grip on her hair.

"No! Fuck you! FUCK YOU! I'm not some fucking toy you can use, I'm not one of your fucking whore!!"

It didn't' matter though, soon his cock was out, and she was trying to get as far away form it as possible.

Mary almost drooled at teh site of his cock, wishing it was her who was going to suck on it.

"The ungrateful bitch doesn't even know when she's getting a treat." She muttered as she laid her feet out across her younger daughter's legs."

 

[Tyr]

The girls was knocked prone in front of him, as he worked his length from his pants, the semi hard monster hung between his legs, dangling in front of her face. Derek slaps her again. Derek smiles down at her as she continued to be verbally defiant. He looks over at the other small girl sitting on the couch stunned by what is going on, and then looks down at Rachel with an evil grin.

Well if you don’t want to suck it, maybe I should see if someone would like some.

His head turns to address the Maria.

Would you like a lollipop little girl?

The tone and words would make any ones skin crawl. Derek knew there was more than one way to break a girl. Just find out what they cared about and use it against them.

I’ve got a real special one you can taste.

All the time his shaft dangled but a few inches from Rachel’s face, Derek’s attention now on someone else.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Rachel continued to struggle against Derek all the way up until she heard him dress Maria. Maria shrunk away from him and shook her head, giving a small, whimpering cry as she sobbed in fear of him. Mary, liquid courage in her veins sat forward and shielded the girl from Derek's vision.

"She isn't part of the deal, Derek. I gave you Rachel." It was strange to see the woman have any motherly instincts at all, as she protected her youngest.

Rachel cried out and, after a moment frozen began to struggle harder, trying to pull away from him.

"No! No, don't you fucking touch her! Leave Maria alone!" For a moment she fought twice as hard as she had been, her hands reaching out to grab his thighs, trying to push him away. It became evident, eventually, his attention remained on Maria, that a struggle would not sway him. Slowly, she tensed but ceased her movements, and stared at his cock.

She bared her teeth for a moment in pure fury, but finally reached out for his cock, grabbing a hold of it and stroking the half hard shaft. She still tried to crane her head away from him, not intending to do any more for him than he made her do.

Maria still sat on the couch, cowering, unable to look away from Derek's eyes.

 

[Tyr]

Derek felt the delicate hand wrap around his length and begin to stroke it. He ignored it at first knowing that his ploy had worked. Oh he didn’t expect her to be happy or pleased but she’d given in, it was just so easy to manipulate the stupid bitches, once you knew their weaknesses. Ignoring the mother’s protest, he turns back to Rachel and her new efforts.

Well someone has to pay and if you aren’t going to well… I have to collect from someone.

He left the comment hanging as he watched her hand glide up and down his growing shaft the fingers and thumb not reaching all the way around his girth.

Oh that feels good. See it’s not hard to be a good little slut, but you’re not watching baby.

His thick arms flex as he forces her head around so she must stare at his growing cock, with her hand wrapped around it. Stepping close so that she can’t buts smell the pungent aroma of his crotch. The veins on the thick member bulge as the thick purple head of the shaft expands ever larger.

Now lick my lollipop baby. Show me how a filthy little girl like you does it.

Derek continues to chuckle as he watches the young thing struggle with the threat of him using her younger sister.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Maria hardly felt the relief of Derek looking away, her head falling as hot tears warmed her cheeks. Her mother collapsed back to, lost again to her high.

"Fuck that's hot," she mumbled, half gone, "I bet she's been practicing just for you Derek . . ." Rachel tensed more as she hear her mother, but gritted her teeth. She could feel Derek getting harder, his cock swelling in her hand as she stroked him. She cried out as he flexed his arm, turning her head effectively, and she was faced with his large cock right in front of her. She knew he could feel her breath on the head, and she was repulsed by the thought.

She could smell his strongly, manly smell and she shuddered, struggling a little, but her mind kept returning to Maria. If she didn't do it, he he make Maria do it. Maria didn't have the fight in her Rachel had, and Rachel knew it. She knew Maria would give in, she would let him destroy her, and all she would do is cry and scream in pain as he did.

Rachel showed her teeth again, seriously contemplating biting him, but she was smarter than that. Even a mouthy bitch like her knew there were some limits she should never push past.

Leaning forward just slightly, she opened her mouth and let her tongue touch his cock, tasting him. She wanted to scream, but instead she began slowly bathing the head of his cock, sloppily licking it. She put no real effort into the job she was doing, giving the bare minimum of her skills to keep him quiet. At the same time, she continued to stroke him, trying not to be too aware of how thick he was. If he was going to try to force that cock into her, it was going to hurt.

"Fuck you asshole. . . ."

 

[Tyr]

If that’s practice she needs lots more.

Derek just laughs at her as Rachel licks his shaft in some feeble attempt at a blowjob.

Shit bitch if any guy learns you’re that bad at giving head, he’s just going to find some other willing cocksucker to take care of business. I’m not going to put up with this kind of bullshit.

He lets her continue for a little while but sees no serious effort or improvement, so he just turns and drags across the floor her by the hair over to a seat, which he plops down in. Roughly grabbing her, he throws her over his knee, keeping a wad of hair in his hand as he puts her face down.

See I think you haven’t had a father figure to teach you when you’re supposed to obey. Instead you’ve just become an uncooperative raging bitch. So I’m going do what you daddy should have done if he were around, and that’s whoop your ass.

Derek’s large hand lands on her ass, the only protection her tight jeans. Brutally holding her head by the hair so there is no chance of escape he begins to spank her. Then all of a sudden he stops, and attempts to yank her pants down.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Rachel turns red as he speaks down to her. She had intentionally been doing a half-assed job on his dick,l but when he spoke badly about her, it still enraged her. She had been about to say something when he yanked her hair.

As he threw himself down in a seat, she cried out, feeling herself jerked up over his lap. SHe felt herself bent over his legs, and began to struggle again. His grip on her hair, the pressure he exerted on her head, kept her from getting any leverage that would let her free herself, and in the end, all she did was wave her ass around enticingly.

She cried out as Derek spoke, talking about what a father figure would have done if she'd mouthed off at him, and she began to get a very clear idea of what was going to happen. As hard as she tried, though, she could not avoid the sudden slap of his hand.

Screaming, she felt tears well in her eyes as he began to spank her. She continued to struggle, and as he pressed her down harder, she felt her breasts and ribs ache. She sobbed as he grabbed at her pants.

Her anger had not grown any less, but the burning feeling in her ass was enough to slow her down momentarily. When he grabbed at the waist of her pants, though, she began to fight again. Unfortunately, that tack did not work, instead she heard the waist of her jeans rip, and she cried out.

"No! NO!" SHe screamed trying to get free of him, hurting herself more them ore she struggled.

Mary watched laughing so hard tears were running down her cheeks, as Maria cried, afraid to run to the other room, afraid that she would draw Derek's attention.

"Get your god damned hands off of me!"

 

[Tyr]

Derek yanks the torn jeans down, to just above Rachel’s knees, further confining her movement. Though she struggled, she was no competition for his superior size and strength, and as much as she screamed and whined, he gave her no mercy and callously uses her hair and head to pin her. The small thin lacy panties offered no serious resistance as he tore them from her body, exposing her firm tight ass cheeks. For a moment his large rough hand massages her ass cheek as if he didn’t intend to continue his assault, but that was only a momentary respite.

You’ve been a bad little girl, haven’t you? If I was your daddy, I would have given you some very special attention.

The hand briefly rubs her ass while he comments about being her daddy, the very concept so perverted. Beneath her she could feel his erection poking at her abdomen. Then without warning his hand rose and began to slap her ass, with real force. The loud smacking sound of flesh on flesh filling the room as his rough hand hit her ass over and over again.

Are you going to be daddy’s good little girl? You’re not going to be a complete bitch any more are you? You’re going to do what you are told to, aren’t you?

The game Derek played with her was so sick and demented as he slapped her as right in front of her very own mother and sister. The more he forced her to squirm and wiggle the harder his cock got. Again and again the crack of his hand hitting her ass continued as he administer his punishment.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Rachel felt ashamed that he sister was watching her int his position. Her sister needed to know that strength in a woman could save her from things like this, not trap her in them. She gave a small, angry cry as her pants tangled around her knees, and she felt him rip her panties down. Her face flushed red as she felt him caressing her ass, speaking of eh father she never remembered.

"Don't-Don't touch me!" Her arguments were growing repetitive and weaker as she struggled to get free. She could feel his swollen cock against her bare flesh, throbbing and ready for action when he finally stopped tormenting her.

He wasn't' done yet, though. Just as the burning in her ass cheeks began to dull, she felt his hand come down again, harder than before. She screamed, and this time he gave her no respite as he assaulted her body. She screamed over and over, sobbing as the pain became overwhelming fighting to free herself.

As he began taunting her, playing the game of pretending to be her daddy, she felt shame begin to set in, shame that this was happening, shame that he would even think of such a thing. Her hands gripping the side of his leg and she found her struggles becoming more of a need to be released from the pain he was slathering on her, rather than just trying to get away form his sexual assault.

"Stop! Stop please, Derek!" She closed her eyes tightly, choking on her sobs as she began to pleased with him, as desperate for him to stop as her mother had been about getting her drugs, "Yes please- Please! I'll do anything you say, please stop!"

The last words were nothing but a sob shaped into the semblance of an understandable phrase.

 

[Tyr]

Sure baby, your new daddy wants his little girl to be happy. You’re going to call me daddy now aren’t you?

Derek stops the fall of his hand in mid swing as she begs and pleads for him to desist in his assault on her ass. The hand hangs there for a moment as if it’s going to strike, then it just slowly descends to her very red ass cheeks, where it comes to rest. Looking down as her, with an arrogant smirk, his hand begins to gently caress her ass.

You know we have a test, it tells us if you’re a good little girl, or just a slut want a be whore. So baby you going let your new daddy test you?

The hand just continued to rub and caress her ass, not that he really cared which way she answered, because he was going to do it either way. Not that this was any real test, it was just another way to fuck with her mind. The test nothing more than a tale told among pimps. The hand continues to work her ass, kneading and rubbing the sore skin. The hand continues caressing her ass, before it slides its way between her legs, still trapped by her partially removed pants.

So let’s see who my little girl really is? Is your mommy right you’re just a filthy wanton slut?

The tone still mocks her as he humiliates her in front of her own family. Two of his long finger slide into her pussy to see if she is dry or wet. He is ready to hold them up for not only her to see, but her mother, he sister and of course himself. If they are wet, he was ready to slide them beneath her nose so she can not only see the wetness, but smell the answer.

 

[Fetish Kitten]

Rachel sobs as Derek finally stops, her entire body trembling, but she ceases to squirm letting her head hang in defeat, "Yes Daddy . . " She gave in to his cruel perversion, her ass so sore she was sure it would be bruised, and she wouldn't be sitting right for days.

She continued to cry as he rubbed her ass, her long blonde hair falling around her face, still tangled in his fingers. She did not squirm as he caressed her, his hand moving lower. She tensed some as she realized where his fingers were going. She could not stop him, could not stop the humiliation that she was about to face. Derek's fingers slipped inside of her easily, and were quickly covered in a thick coat of her wetness. She sobbed as she felt him pull them back out, raising them for everyone to see.

"Look at that little slut's juices. Fuck, she's wetter than a crack whore." Rachel's mother seemed excited by this revelation, and Rachel only let her head drop further. She didn't care what her mother thought, but her sister would see this, and she was young enough to believe what Derek said, to believe that this meant she was just another slut. She sobbed and tried to shake her head, not surprised when he pushed his fingers under her nose, making her smell them. As she shook her head, trying to turn it away, her mouth brushed his fingers, and she was forced to taste her juices as well.

"Please Derek . . please stop . . . " She was still crying as she begged him. She trembled in his grasp, shame filling her.

 

[Tyr]

Derek just chuckles as she tries to deny the results. He brings the hand up to his own nose taking a moment to enjoy the bouquet of her young pussy, taking an obvious deep inhalation. Then to make matters worse or to make the point even more so, he puts both of the wet sticky fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean enjoying and savoring the taste. He puts his hand between her legs again and begins to rub her moist slit as he talks to Mary.

Oh you were right momma; our little girl is just a filthy slut. The cunt is desperate to be fucked, she’s so ready and wet, I think even my big old cock will fit into her tight little hole. I’ll take care of her momma; I take care of our little girl, I’ll show her how to be a good little slut.

The sick nature of his words mixed with the mocking tone, made the whole scene feel creepy. Derek’s hand expertly keeps rubbing her pussy, intentionally working the soft wet petals of her sex with his large rough fingers. The subtle moist flesh moving easily beneath his hand as he keeps her firmly pinned over his knees. Then he turns back to the Rachel and talks to her.

You like the way your new daddy touches your pussy don’t you? You want to make your daddy happy don’t you?