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. This has been a work of fiction do any of this any you will get 30 to life. Feed back @ wordweaver69@gmail.com