Day Care Daddy

WARNING: Explicit violent sex with children. Pedo, M, g M,M rape,
anal, oral death. This is a violent tale of a violent man. If the
work Nigger offends you go away now, if the abuse of small
children offends you this is not a story for you. If such things
turn you on then cum and see what Jack finds when his is ordered
to work in a free public day care.

“Jack I do not have any choice, If you want to blame someone go
to DC and picket the fucking White House. It is his fucking
Obamacare that wills impose massive penalties on young workers,
small businesses and others who choose not to buy expensive
health insurance. I just cannot afford to keep you on here. I
have to cut costs somewhere. Look you are a smart guy, you have
all the skills that companies in the Ad games are looking for. I
will give you a glowing reference letter and I will not have to
lie.” Art Johnson said as he took a pull on his Scotch on the
rocks.

“Bullshit Art, that is a fucking cop-out! You just want to cut
yourself a larger slice of the fucking pie. I know that you are
hiring those two new kids from NYFAA (New York Fine Art Academy).
You can get them for half of what you are paying me! I was here
from the fucking start! The fucking talking baby for E-trade, you
know that was mine! So now it’s sorry bout’ your luck
motherfucker, and don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the
way out!” Jack Nelson screamed as he picked up the dusty colored
bottle of 40 year old Scotch and flung it at the wall. It smashed
into three Clio statues sitting in a glass case. The Clio Awards
are annual awards bestowed to reward innovation and creative
excellence in advertising, design and communication.

“Fuck you Jack! Just get the fuck out and you can kiss that
letter good bye. You will never work in the Ad game again, not in
NYC! Clean out your fucking desk and turn in your keys asshole.”
Art yelled as he hit the panic button that would call the goons
from Black-Water security down the hall.


“Fuck you Art, you want my fucking key? Well here it is
motherfucker!” Jack screamed as he pulled the brass key and used
it to slash an original Picasso painting from his 'blue period’.
The large canvas had cost his boss over a million back in the
90's. He did not know what the ugly piece of shit would sell for
today.

The door burst open and three ex-NFL linebackers tackled Jack and
kicked the shit out of him. He did get a good hit on one of the
motherfucker’s fist with his face though. He got a free ride in a
blue and white NYPD squad car. His lawyer would not return his
calls so in the end he had to call his wife at work at John
Hopkins and have her come bail him out.

“Just what the fuck were you thinking? No don’t answer that
because you were not thinking! A fucking Picasso? You had to fuck
up a painting that cost more than I make in a fucking year! We
are going to have to pull Jill out of Juilliard’s pre-school. The
prestigious school was located in the Lincoln Center for the
Performing Arts. The tuition was 50K all so the little darlings
could sing and dance and act just like Brittney Spears.

“Look honey I will get a better job. Kinney over at Goldstein,
Finch, and Strauss has been after me to come to head their
creative department for years. I call him tomorrow. You will see.
It will all work out for the best.” he said as his wife sliced
through the Manhattan rush hour traffic in her new red Beamer 1 M
Coupe.

“It fucking had better Jack! You have to cash in your 401-K that
is all there is to it.” the trim neurosurgeon said as she cut off
a yellow taxi and flipped him off as she slammed on the brakes.

“I can’t do that, well I mean that I did that to pay for that
trip you sent our daughter on last year. A fucking world tour of
the biggest theme parks does not come cheap!” he said as he got a
sick feeling that things were going to shit in a very swift
manner. He was right.

“What? You told me that you used your bonus for that trip. Wait
you did not get a fucking yearend bonus? Then you are going to
have to sell that hunting lodge in Alaska.” she said as she
jammed the powerful car into a small opening on the road ahead.

“You are fucking driving it now. I had to sell it at a loss to
get the cash for your fucking Beamer. Look things have been tight
and you work so hard. I just wanted to get you the best.” he said
as she cut through three lanes and pulled into the circle drive
to their apartment overlooking Central Park.


His high maintenance trophy wife just sat behind the wheel of the
car and stared ice daggers at him. She said., “Call Sid
Greenstone.” and her Bluetooth called her attorney.

“Hello Jill how is things with you?” the Jew shyster asked as he
smelled a nice fat payday in the wind.

“Would I fucking be calling you if things were fucking fine? Just
file the fucking pre-nuptials. Lover boy here just slashed a
fucking Picasso in his boss’ office and got canned in the
bargain. I had to post 20K for his fucking bail.” she said as she
turned as red as her scarlet auto.


“Well the good news is that he has broken at least three clauses
in the contract and perhaps as many as six. You got his balls in
a vice dear.” the attorney said with glee.

“Nice fucking talk Sid, you fucking Jew bastard.” Jack said as he
saw a very dim next few years, maybe like all of them he had
left.

“Oh that you Jack-ass?, See you in fucking court douche bag. Jill
baby call me when fuckhead is not around. I will file the papers
tonight. I know a friendly Judge, she owes me big time.” he said
as the line went dead.


“So that is it?” he said as she rolled down the window and tossed
the keys to her auto to the nigger valet parking attendant.

“Yea, that is fucking it. Get the fuck out of my car and give me
the house keys and the bank cards now motherfucker.” she said as
she got out of the car and waited for him to comply with her
demands as he had always done.

“You want the fucking keys? Here bitch.” he said as he ran the
steel key down the side of the curved side of the German auto.

“Wonderful Jack you are so fucking predictable. Leroy call
officer Greeley and have the Mister Jack-off arrested for
destruction
of private property.” she said as she took his wallet from his
jacket pocket and removed all his plastic money. She tossed
the leather wallet back in his face.

That is when he hit her square on the jaw. It felt good for about
20 seconds until he was hit by a Teaser stun gun. He came to
in the back of another blue and white squad car. Different cops
same outcome. He found himself sitting in a jail cell awaiting
transportation to Rikers Island Prison. None of his friends would
even answer his calls for bad news travels at the speed of light
on Madison AV.   His mother told him to fucking grow up and hung
up on him.

“What the fuck you eyeballin’ honky?” a massive nigger wearing
the bright orange jump suit all inmates in the jail wore.

“I was not eyeballin anything man.” he said as he wondered how
things could get any worse. He wished that he had not had that
thought as three coons held him against the bars as the biggest
one of them pulled his pants down and introduced him to the fun
game of hide the salami. The wide head split his ass as it
stretched his anus passed its abilities and it tore. The pain
slammed into him every time the huge cock was pulled out and
rammed back in.

“Help! Guards get this nigger off me!” he cried and then saw
the only guards in the cell-block were Negroes.


“Hay Tyson you hear anything?” the big coon asked as he watched
the brothers fuck the hokey sucker.

“Nothing but the sound of sweet jail house lovin'. I bet it will
go on all night.” the other nigger said as he lit a joint and
watched the men use the poor white boy. It did.


Jack was tied to a bench with his underwear. A large coon sat at
his face and trained the motherfucker on the fine points of cock
sucking. The massive black hands held his head as he forced the
thick dirty cock down the white boys’ throat. Another pressed his
stiff cock up Jack’s ruined anus as the meat entered his body.
Cum and blood squirted out with each thrust. The coons took turns
using him until the bell rang for shift change. They left Jack
tied to the bench for a female officer to find and deal with.

Things did not get much better when he arrived at the island
prison. He was put up in D wing. The inmates called it Degenerate
wing for that is where they dumped the mother fuckers, father
fuckers, child fuckers, dog fuckers and tossed in the fags. His
arraignment was not for three days as he landed in the
overcrowded jail on a Friday after the court had closed for the
weekend. He was not eligible for night court due to his charges
and the fact that he had been out on bail when he committed his
crime of domestic battery.

“Guard, I can’t be in this cell! These three men raped me
downtown.” Jack cried as he was lead down the dark hallway
flanked by iron bars that held back howling inmates that reached
out through the bars. He was carrying his wool blanket, two
sheets, a change of underwear, a Gideon’s bible and a roll of
toilet paper. He was dressed in a two piece jail uniform bright
yellow pants and a yellow and black striped shirt. He wore soft
saddles woven out of recycled pop bottles.


“Boy you cannot rape the willing. Now get your white ass in the
fucking cell and shut up.” the fat officer said as he pushed him
into the ten by ten cell. There was a steel toilet against one
wall and a small steel table with built in benches bolted to the
concrete floor. There were four bunk beds built into the wall.
Each bed was on a slab of concrete and looked like a giant shelf
as it had walls at each end. A thin plastic mattress and a small
pillow made of the same blue tough plastic covering sat in each
cube.

The cell door slammed shut and the men reintroduced their stiff
cocks to his body. They made him wear woman’s panties and
lipstick. He was forced to clean their asses with his mouth after
they shit. He had to clean the cell in the nude. They pimped him
out in the showers as he was gang raped and his gut filled with
cum.

Saturday he got to see his court appointed lawyer. The young man
was just out of community college and had barely passed his bar
exam. He carried an overstuffed briefcase to the interview table
and spilled it when he opened it.

“Hello Mister Jack Nelson, Can I call you Jack? Let’s see you are
here for DUI right?” the thin harried man asked as he looked for
a file with this man’s name on it.

“No motherfucker, I am in this shit hole for assaulting my soon
to be ex-wife number 3. Look you have to file a motion, or a
fucking writ to get me out of this hell hole. I am being raped
all the fucking time.” he said as he reached for the mousy man.

“Oh I see, let me find your file. I think I saw it here today. No
well it is not here. Oh here it is. Let me see.. Hmm, well I
think that I can get you 90 days and a year community service.
Hmm some high priced law firm faxed this to me. It is a copy of
your pre-nuptials, in a word you are fucked. Why would you sign
something like this? She gets it all and you get the fucking
bills for the next 20 years whether she get remarried or not.” he
said shaking his head.


“Well I was in fucking lust and she did have the best pussy in
NYC and that my friend is saying a shit load. You got to get me
the fuck out of here.” Jack said.

“Let's see your arraignment, is next Wednesday, and I think I can
get you a trial date sometime next month. But I am counseling to
let me cut a deal with the prosecutor. That way you will be out
of here in only 58 days, then a year or two on probation plus the
community service and you can put all this behind you. Otherwise
you are looking at maybe five to ten upstate in the big house.”

“What will they give me for fucking killing you asshole? Fuck
just do it, get me the fuck out of here as soon as you can. Can
you get me transferred to solitary so at least my asshole will
not drag on the fucking floor.” Jack said as he wished that he
had just taken Art’s fair-well gift and walked away from it all.

“You are kidding about killing me right? I think I can file some
kind of request and get you to G wing. Oh my, look at the time I
have to be in court in a hour. Do not want to be late for my fist
case.” the young geek said as he shuffled the papers in front of
him and then packed it all in his new briefcase.


“What the fuck? How many times have you tried a case?” Jack asked
as he knew that he was double dipped in shit screwed.

“By myself? Well this one will be my first. But like they say you
got to start some place he said as he held out his hand to Jack.

“God help me, just get the papers filed or call the fucking
warden and get me moved out of this block with the niggers.” he
said as he shook his head and waited for the guard to take him
back to his hell hole.

“There is no reason to use such language. My mother is African
American sir and I take offense to your foul mouth. God day to
you sir!” the man said as he spun and almost ran from the small
room.

“Fuck you nigger lover! Jesus Fucking Christ on a crutch.” he
swore. He heard the guard laugh as he left the contact room.

“The niggers giving you hell boy?” The huge white guard said as
he towered over Jack.

“Hell yes, they fuck me all the time, I mean all the fucking
time. Can you get me some place safe sir?” he asked of the blond
blue eyed officer.

“Let me see what I can do. I see that you had a Rolex when you
were booked. Sign this and I will get you hooked up with the
Aryan nation. I would not tell them  niggers fucked you though.”
he said as he gave Jack an ink pen to sign the expensive watch
over to the hulking white supremacist.

“Mums the word. Take the watch I sure do not need it in here.”
Jack said as the guard led him back inside the main prison. He
put him in an interview room until he got the watch and checked
it out to insure that it was real. He came back and moved him to
the white neighborhood in cell-block A.


Life there was better than the hell he had put up with. He worked
out and got inked with prison tats. He had to earn his way in the
brotherhood. They gave him a shank and told him to take out the
big nigger that was his former cell-mate. Jack had a new job at
the prison delivering books and other reading material. It was
set up for him to be alone with the big ape. Jack held the
sharpened toothbrush in his left hand as he swung a heavy book
into the niggers head. The coon was caught flat footed as Jack
had been such a pussy, and a nice one at that.

The razor sharp nylon shank was driven into the fat fucker a
dozen times. Once the nigger was down and bleeding like a stuck
pig Jack bent and rammed the bloody shank in his left eye socket
and scrambled his brain. He left the coon in a pool of blood. By
the time Jack went to trial he had a new lawyer thanks to the
brotherhood. Jack got time served and six months community
service
at Daddy Day Care. While he was in prison he got served with the
divorce papers. The Jew lawyer was right he got screwed blued and
tattooed. His wife got it all and he could only see his daughter
once a month at a supervised visit at the child-welfare office.

His young daughter did not like the smelly welfare office and
threw such a fit that Jack just kissed her and said, ‘Well honey
I will see you when you are 18. Be good and spend as much of
mommy’s money that you can.”

Jack found a three flight walk up flat in the Bronx. The
brotherhood got him a day job as a delivery driver for a Fed Ex
knock off company. He would steel more than he delivered for the
local chapter. He had to work the second shift at Daddy Day Care
in Upper Manhattan just north of 147th street.  It was deep in
coon city, Harlem.

The center was in the basement of a public housing project. The
second shift was staffed by court ordered men. None of them
wanted to be in the stink hole but did not want to go back to
jail. The night director was a fat white man that would lock
himself in his office with beer, pizza and the child of his
choice for the night. Jack learned fast the you kept your mouth
shut and did not see anything at all. His job was to watch the
two to four year olds. Over half of them were not potty trained
so he spent a lot of time changing dirty diapers. The rug rats
would be dropped off by their single mothers when they had to hit
the streets hooking for their pimps. Or they were running drugs
downtown to the rich party boys in lower Manhattan.

He picked out a light skinned coon and took the dumb child into
the playroom, well that is what Jack called it. It was a large
closet that had an old mattress on the floor and plenty of rags
to gag and bind the child’s body as he used it. He pulled her
dirty shirt off and rolled his fingers over her raisin tits. The
child started to cry as she knew that pain was going to follow as
he worked his finger inside her pink undeveloped pussy.

Jack shoved a dirty rag stained with his cum and shit into the
screaming toddler’s mouth. The black child hit the big man but he
just laughed and rammed his finger deeper into her tight clinging
hole. The coon was thrashing on the filthy mattress as Jack
pulled his cock out of his pants. He forced his hips between the
child’s legs and felt her flesh stretch to take his rigid pole.
The tiny coon convulsed as the pain of the rape overwhelmed her
mind. Jack held the jerking child down on the mattress as he
forced his meat deeper into her pre-teen body. The walls of her
body’s vagina clamped down on Jack’s cock sending crushing pain
throughout his crotch. He pulled his cock out letting the small
pussy close and then rammed it home. The child’s scream was
muffled by the wet rag stuffed into her mouth.

Her agony was sweet music to Jack. He abused her body seeking to
destroy her innocent mind. He slammed into her body again and
again until her pussy milked his cum from him triggering his
prostrate gland to dump its load of sticky white glue on to the
child’s cervix. His spent cock remained stiff and he kept on
pounding her tiny body. Sometime during the rape she passed out.

Jack pulled out of her body and wiped his cock over the puffy
lips of the limp toddler. His bloody cum ran down her mahogany
cheeks. He pulled the wet rag out of her mouth. The coon cried
and kept saying no, no no. Jack could all most taste her fear and
horror as he grabbed her head. Her short kinky black felt like a
Brillo pad in is hands as he forced the tip of his cock between
the small lips.  Jack felt her tongue with the head of his penis
as he compelled the unwilling child to preform oral sex. Snot ran
out of her nose as he fed his filthy cock down the child’s
throat. Her screams muffled by his penis lodged in her mouth sent
waves of pleasure through his meat and he came again spilling his
seed down her throat.

He pulled his cock out of the abused child’s mouth and drug her
to a dirty bathroom and tossed her into a tub. He used the hand
held shower head to douche her pussy and mouth. The dull witted
child sobbed as he used the cold high pressure water on her
abused body. He grabbed a bottle of industrial cleaner and dumped
the burning alkaloid solution over her tender skin. Jack rinsed
the blue-green liquid off the girl and put a clean diaper on
the sobbing girl. He dressed her and carried her back to her room
and tossed her in an old wooden crib. He pulled a black box from
a self and got a hypodermic syringe. Jack drew 2cc of a cloudy
white liquid and injected the drug into  a vein on her arm.
The opiate entered her bloodstream and interacted with her
central nervous system. A calming rush filled the tormented child
and she fell into  drug induced sleep.
Jack checked the other brats in his ward. Six of them had shit
themselves. He cleaned them up and abused their sexual parts as
he dressed them. A four year old half breed stood in her crib and
fondled her pussy. The mulatto had been sexually abused so often
that she craved the nice feeling she now got when her body was
abused. He lifted the chubby almond skinned child and carried her
to the 'play room’.

“Fuck?” the halfwit said pulling her wet panties down for the
man.

“Yes we fuck, but not your pussy. We fuck ass tonight.” he said
as he turned the child over and spread her tiny ass cheeks.

“No ass fuck hurt bad.” the retarded child whined as he fingered
her rosebud anus.

“No ass fuck hurt good. Jack like to hurt his little slut. Say I
am daddy’s little ass slut.” he said as he slapped her bubble
butt.

“Ouow! I daddy’s littl’ ass slut. Daddy fuck baby good.” she
moaned as he grabbed her hips and forced his cock in her anus.

“Oh no, no. Too big! Take it out! Oh no it hurt me bad.” the
stupid child cried as Jack worked his dick up her bottom.

“Hay what is all this racket here?” a man’s voice said as the
door was pulled open.

“Hay Tirone, how’s it haning?” Jack asked the huge nigger that
worked the same shift as Jack.

“Shit honky it be hanging just fine. Let me shut this little slut
up.” he said as he pulled a  long thick black cock out of his
pants. “Here baby suck on this.” he said as he held her head and
fed the monster cock into her small mouth. The mentally defective
child’s head bobbed as she sucked the nigger cock.
The sight of her head working the coon’s cock drove Jack over the
edge and he pushed is long cock all the way up the child’s bowel.
He gave a quick thrust and shot a load of cum up her ass to
mingle with her shit. The men switched places as Jack gave the
child a dirty Sanchez. The shit coating his thick cock smeared
her upper lip giving her a Mexican mustache. The two men took
turns raping the child until their cocks were sore and would not
get hard no matter how tight the little pussy was.

They spent the last half hour cleaning the children up. Wiping
shit, blood, and cum from their body openings. The sobbing ones
were given a shot of H to calm them and send them off to drugy
dreamland. The night shift came in with fresh cocks in need of
tinder flesh to use and abuse.  Life for the little tykes was not
easy.

Jack took the A train down town to 145st station where he took
the B train to Yankee Stadium where he transfer to the 4 train
which he took to 149th St where he took the 5 north to Gun Hill
Road and walked three blocks to his apartment. He spotted the
three unmarked cop cars staking his place out. Jack turned and
walked back towards the 5 line.  He ducked down allies and
stopped behind a dumpster to see if they had made him and were
following him.

He had lost them or they had not seen him. He took the 5 line
down to 42nd Street and Grand Central Station where he rode the
long escalator up to the rail lines and bought a ticket from a
vending machine. He had a half a hour to wait for his train to
depart. He grabbed a cup of Joe and used a pay phone to call the
brotherhood’s safe house in upstate New York in the Adirondacks
mountains.

Three hours later he was at the station in Keene. A tall young
brother met him there and they drove to the safe house in
Glenmore. The next morning a contact in the NYPD told them that
the cops were going to shut down the Day Care Center and had
warrants for all the men and women that worked there. NYC was
too hot for Jack to go back to so he stayed at the house for a
few days until new forged IDs could be obtained for him.

To pass the time he used a girl the Nation had snatched from NYC
to be a live in sex toy. She just lay there and let him rape her.
He beat the child but she just lay there quietly sobbing waiting
for the abuse to end. He filled her 12 year old pussy with his
cum and planted a child in her cunt. Jack went outside and hooked
up with another brother. The took two AK-47's and shot the shit
out of an old tree in the back of the cabin.

A man came up from NYC with a packet of documents and was given a
thick envelope filled with untraceable cash.  All this did not
come without cost for Jack. He had to repay the Nation by making
a hit on a federal prosecutor in Albany. She would be giving a
speech at Lake Placid in two days. Jack was given a Honda dirt
bike and a Winchester Model 70 bolt action rifle chambered in 270
mag. He spent a day on the range tuning the weapon and honing his
shooting skills.

  Wednesday he rode the bike to the former Olympic Hall where the
woman would be speaking. He climbed the high ground behind the
open amphitheater.  Jack took a prone position and sighted the
weapon in setting the range at just over 200 yards. A small
crowed had gathered to hear the woman speak. She was an up and
comer in the Republican party and was touted as the next Senator
for New York.

A woman in a red dress came to the mike to introduce the guest
speaker. Jack drew a bead on the woman and chuckled as he saw his
ex-wife standing there big as life. She finished her introduction
and stood next to the raven haired older woman. She took the
podium and turned to thank the bitch. Jack sent a Super-X 270
Winchester Short Magnum (WSM) 150 Grain Power-Point round down
range. The heavy round entered the woman’s forehead just above
her right eye. The top of her head was blown in to a red mist
that sprayed over the people seated behind her.

He jacked another round in the long gun and put the scope on his
wife as she stood there in shock. Jack put the round in her chest
knocking her down. He worked the bolt and sent another shot in
her face as she lay dying. He quickly picked up the three spent
rounds and ran to his dirt bike and rode down the mountain to a
waiting van. They put the bike in the back and headed for Canada.
They tossed the rifle and the bike in a deep lake on their way up
north.

“Good Day Sir. May I see your passport please. What is the
purpose of your visit to Canada today?” the officer asked as he
scanned the passport into his computer.

“A pleasure trip to do a little fishing up north.” Ted
Wilson/Jack Nelson answered as he watched the Canadian cop.

“Fine, do you have anything to declare? Any guns, or
pornography?” he asked as he handed the fake passport back to
Ted/Jack.

“No sir none of that for me.” he said with a smile.

“Welcome to Canada, enjoy your stay sir.” the Canadian Mountie
said as Ted/Jack entered the country. Canada had just become a
more dangerous place to be a child.

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