Fatherly Guidance, Chapter 17

by Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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A young girl growing up with a single mother tries to cope with
the loneliness and isolation in rural Mississippi. Her world is
turned upside down when she meets Rachael, a new girl in town who
exploits her for her selfish interests. Clinging to their
friendship, she is devastated when Rachael moves away but soon
finds comfort when her estranged father returns, picking up where
Rachael left off.

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NOTICE: you'll need to read the first sixteen chapters to
understand the characters...

~~~

Six weeks after I had my baby I had my first period and felt
relieved that I wasn't pregnant.  In a way I wished that I had
been to minimize the effects of the fertility pills Ronnie had
been forcing me to take everyday.  The next month I wasn't as
fortunate and missed my period.  By my next missed cycle was
feeling nauseous and knew without a doubt that I was pregnant.

Momma had her double twins about ten days after I went back to
work and Ronnie was glad to see there was a good assortment as
half were girls.  The two boys were sold off within a day to
someone we didn't know, over momma's strong objections.  The
babies were born with low birth weights and he hired a midwife to
help care for them.  He still refused to take them, or momma, to
the hospital for fear their births would be documented.  He got
rid of the midwife after the second month as the twins were
strong enough to be on their own.

The car horn startled me as I stared blankly into space.  I had
been distracted thinking about momma and the babies still at home
with that monster and his asshole friends.  They practically live
there now providing full time care and full time abuse to Dawn. 
I hadn't seen them doing anything to the twins yet, but I'm not
there most of the time.

"How much?" he man called out as I stepped closer to the car.

"Whatcha lookin' for?" I asked in my best dumb-blond voice,
smacking gum like a true street whore should.  I learned a long
time ago that guys seem to get off on that, seeing a teenage girl
noisily chewing gum while whoring herself out on the streets.  It
also helps after countless blowjobs to cover the taste and smell
of cock and cum.

"Half and half," he called out meaning he wanted me to suck him
and then he wanted to fuck me.  That's a common request.

"Hundred for half an hour," I called out.  A young, pretty girl
like me should easily get four or five times that amount but with
the extreme use my body had gone through these past few years and
the prolong use of various drugs, I was looking pretty weathered.

"You got a room?" He asked.  I smiled.  Ronnie refuses to pay for
a room so if the john wants one, he's got to pay for it.  There
are a few motels near by that rent rooms by the hour so that
wouldn't be a problem.

"We can fuck in your car," I told him leaning further in to give
him a glance at my swollen breasts.  "If you want a room, we can
go there," I said pointing at the next building over.  "You'll
have to get it `cause it ain't included in the price," I added
with a smile.

"Get in, I'll get a room.  I want to enjoy my money."

~~~

I watched as the man left, closing the door behind him and
reached for a cigarette.  These thing will kill me yet, but at
least I wouldn't have to keep going through this shit.  I could
feel his cooling cum dripping down the crack of my ass.  The room
was dingy and old, with a musky odor, but I'd smelled worse.

I thought of momma and the girls trapped at home until the
cigarette had reached the butt.  I had a plan to get us out of
there, but I needed to get momma alone for a while.  Without her
help, this won't work.  I knew that I couldn't turn to the cops
because of Lucky and confronting Ronnie is suicidal.  Glancing at
the clock I sighed.

He ran over his time by ten minutes and took another ten to leave
so I spent almost an hour with this guy for only a hundred
dollars and the cheap bastard didn't even leave a tip.  Slowly I
made my way to the bathroom to clean up and redress.  I needed to
get back to work before Ronnie came looking for me.

The passing traffic was nerve-racking and I needed another fix
really badly.  My last hit was six hours ago and Ronnie is
holding out until my income reached a hundred dollars an hour.  I
needed one more fuck or a blow job within the next fifteen
minutes to reach that mark.  My thoughts returned to Stacy and
Tracy, my newest little sisters, with the concern for their
safety.

A car slowed down and I waved, smiling hoping he would stop.  Not
because I really wanted him to but because I needed the money and
the only way to get it was to allow him, or anyone else fuck me.
I groaned as he passed, dashing my hopes to break six hundred
before Ronnie got here for his money.  Leaning against a free
newspaper rack, I noticed the car making a U-turn.  He was coming
back.

~~~

Momma wasn't home when I got back just after four in the morning
and I wondered where she was.  Deek and Jimmy were there with
Dawn and the twins and all everyone was sleeping.  I was
exhausted and quickly went to shower before making my way to bed.
 I didn't know where my mother was and was too afraid to ask. 
Crawling under the blankets, I tossed for a while contemplating
our great escape.

"Good morning, Honey," I heard her voice softly whispering as she
sat next to me.

"MOMMA!" I blurted out, sitting up to hug her.  The sheet had
fallen away, exposing my nakedness, but I didn't care.  She was
my mother and had seen me naked many times.  "I was worried about
you!"

"I know, I had an over-nighter and I just got home.  I wanted to
check on you before going to bed."

"An all-nighter?  Was it a party?" I asked knowing Ronnie
disposition for us do multiple clients at once.  The income per
hour is higher for the same amount of time.  I couldn't count the
number of gang-bangs I'd done since in the five years I'd been
having sex.

"No, just a one-on-one this time.  He was older and was asleep by
midnight.  I stayed with him because he paid for me but I really
wanted to be here with you girls."

"Momma, I'm sorry I got you into this mess by no saying something
sooner."  It was now or never.  I had to get us away from him
before we were both fucked to death.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm talking about Ronnie," I whispered looking over her shoulder
to see if he was listening.  "I knew about his plans to whore you
out and make us have a lotta babies to raise them to be whores
too.  That's why he only wants to keep the girls."

"Debbie, don't talk foolishly.  He wouldn't do something like
that.  He only wants us to work like this to save up enough money
to buy a big house out in the country for all of us.  You
included and with a big yard for the children to play."

"Mom, he's got you so blind that you can't see what he's really
up to.  I promise you, he's a monster and he's allowing his sick,
asshole friends to molest Dawn.  And probably the twins too!  I
should have said something sooner.  I wanted to so many times but
never had the chance to.  Now we're both sex slave that will be
bred to give him a stable of whores!  He's said that before,
momma, I'm not making this shit up!" There I said it.  Put it on
the table and she had to realize what I said was true.  She
looked at me with a weird expression.

"He told me you might say that one day."

"Huh?  What are you talking about?"

"I know you're under a lot of stress, Honey, so we won't call
anyone right now, but if you keep having these, uh, episodes,
we're going to have to take you back."

"Take me back?  Back where?"

"I know it wasn't a pleasant experience, but they really helped
you with your delusions."

"DELUSIONS?!? Are you taking about the nut house?  I was screwed
up more when I left that shit hole than before I went there! 
That place is fucked up!"

"Debbie, I know it will be hard, but it's for your own good."

"Momma, don't let him do that, please!  I'm not the crazy one
here, he is and if you let him commit me again, you're crazy
too!"

"You see, Honey, that's exactly what I'm talking about.  Your
father loves you and wants nothing but the best for us and you're
making him out to be some sort of monster..."

"MOMMA HE IS A MONSTER!  Can't you see that?  Look what he's
doing to you.  Selling you off piece by piece, just like he's
doing to me.  And what about the boys?  Our baby boys!  He sold
only the boys.  Why do you think he did that?  If he was a
loving, caring father, he'd keep all of the babies, not just the
ones he can make money from later."

"They went to good homes, Debbie.  We can't afford to have that
many babies at one time.  There's only a few of us adults and too
many babies.  He did it for us, Honey.  He`s doing everything for
us."

"He got to you, didn't he?  He's got you believing whatever line
of crap that spews from his lying, filthy mouth!"

"Debra, he's your father!"

"NO HE'S NOT!  My *father* wouldn't get me hooked on drugs and
sell me over and over and over again to every sick, weirdo-freak
on the street.  He wouldn't make my mother a whore and he
wouldn't allow anyone to touch my little sisters!  He's a
monster, mom, admit it.  We've got to get out of here before it's
too late!"

"Too late?  What on earth are you talking about?"  I looked at
her with tears welling in my eyes and swallowed hard.  I have to
tell her everything.

"I'm pregnant again."

"WHAT?  Honey, why?  I thought you were careful."

"I'm pregnant because Ronnie wants me to be and I can`t stop him.
 He wants me spitting out babies one after another to add to his
stable.  His stable of whores and what's worse is he's doing the
same exact thing to you!"

"I won't get pregnant, Debbie.  I'm taking birth control pills."

"The same ones you took before?  The big white ones?"

"Yes, why?"

"Those aren't birth control pills, mom, they're fertility pills.
Why do you think you had four babies last time?  He wants you...
us, to have multiple babies with each pregnancy to give him what
he wants faster!"

"You talking crazy, Debbie."

"MOM!!!! Think about it.  It all makes sense, doesn't it?"

"Maybe to you, but not to a sane person."

"What's going on in here?" Ronnie announced coming into my room.
My eyes widened as I quickly looked at my mother.  Please don't
say anything to him...

"Just a little mother-daughter talk," she said standing to give
him a kiss.  I was so scared of what she might say that I didn't
even bother covering my breasts.  My stomach churned watching
them making out right in front of me and it wasn't morning
sickness.

"So what were you talking about?" he asked with a stern
expression, holding her at arms length.  He couldn't risk us
talking too much or we'd be able to put all the pieces of his
twisted plan together and maybe stop it.

"Debbie was just worried about something," she said turning to
wink at me and my heart dropped.

"Please, Momma, don't say anything," I begged, holding my breath.
 I knew what he was capable of when he's angry and if she tells
him what I just told her, I'm dead meat.

"Our little girl is pregnant," she said still staring at me. 
"She'd going to be a mommy again," she added as if she just
announced I had just won the lottery.

I sighed relief, more for her not squealing on me and telling him
what I told her.  I should have said something a year ago when I
first found out, but that's history and there's nothing that I
can do about that.  Maybe the current problem I can.

"That true?" he asked sitting on my bed with a big grin.  "My
little girl is going to have a little girl of her own?"  I don't
know why he insists that I have a choice in what I will have. 
It's not like there's a switch that I can turn on and off to give
me a boy or a girl.  I couldn't face him and turned to look away.
 "I'm happy for you," he added hugging me tightly.  I cringed,
feeling his muscular arms around me.  I didn't really want him
touching me but couldn't prevent it.

"Get dressed," he said, "we'll go celebrate."  I looked at momma
with a worried expression.  I knew what was in store for me and
my baby, or babies as the case may be, but she seemed oblivious
to the warning signs.  I don't know if she was blinded by love or
just so hooked on whatever he was giving her that everything he
says makes sense to her.

"I'm not hungry," I said flopping back to the bed.

"Come on, Debbie, it's almost lunch time.  Besides, it's about
time for you to get up, you can't sleep all day.  We'll go down
to the river front and have a nice lunch before you go to work."
I glanced at momma to see if that registered.  Surely the fact he
was dressing me up like a whore to sell my body twenty or thirty
times a day is a sign that something wasn't right with him.

"Honey," he turned to my mother, "how does seafood sound?  I know
a great restaurant down on the river."  She smiled, nodding like
a fool.  I knew the restaurant he was talking about.  That's the
one we used to get free food when I fucked the owner.  It had
been well over a year since the last time we were there and I
wasn't even sure he'd want my tired old pussy any more,
especially not for free food for three people.

"Get dressed, Debbie, we're leaving in twenty minutes," he
informed me, putting his arm around momma to guide her from my
room.

"What about the babies?" I asked sitting up.  "Are they coming
too?"

"Jimmy and Deek are here.  They'll keep an eye on them."  That's
exactly what I was afraid of. They'd keep their eyes and their
hands all over them.  Watching my door close, I groaned knowing
my plan to get us away from Ronnie just fell apart.

I was hoping that when I explained everything to her, momma was
see him for what he was and we'd get away from him.  Slamming my
fist into my pillow I growled out of frustration.  I needed
another plan and fast.

~~~

About a month after our little talk, momma came into my room with
a strange look on her face and holding something in her hand.  I
could tell she wanted to say something and sat watching as I
dressed, squeezing my expanding waist into a pair of tight and
hot-pink leather shorts.

"How far along are you?" she asked as if she just found out I was
pregnant.

"Three or four months," I replied feeling worse than ever over
that fact.

"You're a lot bigger than I remember the last time.  You look
more like you're six months, not four."

"Yea, I'm sure I'm a lot bigger, mom since I have more than one
this time.  He's probably hoping for a six pack that way he can
have a real selection."

"Debbie, why are you acting like that?  I came in here to tell
you some good news, not listen to your complaining about your
father."  I glared at her, still not believing that she can't see
what he's doing.

"What's this good news?  Ronnie has an inoperable brain tumor and
has only six months to live?" I spat sarcastically. She didn't
find the humor.  Slowly she pulled her hand from behind her back,
holding a small white wand.  I recognized the pregnancy test
immediately and felt my legs growing weak.

"You're pregnant?"  She nodded.

"I guess those pills don't work as well as the doctor said they
would."

"They worked the way they were supposed to, mom.  They're
fertility pills, not birth control pills so of course you're
pregnant!  Does Ronnie know?"

"Not yet, I just found out myself."

"Momma, I don't want to be a baby-making whore the rest of my
life.  You're in your late thirties and only have two or three
more births before you can't have any more, but I've got about
twenty-five years of spitting out babies to look forward to!"

"You make it sound so bad."

"MOM, IT *IS* BAD!"

"Debbie, we're NOT having this conversation again!"

"I'm not going to allow him to take my baby away from me again, I
promise you that.  I'll do whatever it takes to keep it, or
them!"

"I think you need to see someone about this, you need help."

"You know, Mom, you're absolutely right, I need help but it's not
what you think.  I don't want to leave you and the girls with
him, but I can't stay.   I'm not going to allow him to get his
hands on my babies and if you're too blind or too stupid to
realize what he's doing, you deserve whatever he does to you but
I'm leaving the first chance I get!

"You'll do no such thing!" I heard Ronnie's booming voice fill my
room and my heart pounded in my chest from fear.  Shit, he heard
this time!  He approached, grabbing my arm.  "Get moving!" he
ordered, dragging me from my room.

"Momma, don't let him take me!" I cried out, struggling against
him.

"Get your ass out, NOW!" he growled, shoving me into the living
room.

"What's going on?" Deek asked turning toward us while hovering
over my little sister.  Dawn was crawling and he was on his hands
and knees chasing after her, biting at her ass.  There was a huge
chunk of her diaper missing on her butt.

"The cunt thinks she's going to leave.  I already told her that
will never happen," he said slapping the side of my head,
knocking me on the sofa.  Another slap jerked my head to the side
before he yanked my hair, dragging me to the floor and toward the
front door by my hair.

"STOP IT!  YOU'RE HURTING ME!" I cried out slapping at his hands
trying to get him to release me.

"You think this hurts?  You ain't felt nuttin' yet, bitch," he
warned dragging me into the yard.  A few neighbors watched, but
didn't do anything as he threw me against the side of his truck,
holding me in a choke hold until he got the door open and shoved
me into the passenger seat.

"Ronnie, please, don't do anything crazy?"  I begged him as he
started the truck.  He was so angry his face was red and he was
sweating profusely.  "Ronnie?"

Flying out of the driveway, he squealed the tires, speeding down
the street, not stopping at the sign at the end of our street. 
For the first time in a long time I was scared for my life.

"You're damned lucky you're pregnant, whore," he said glancing at
my stomach.  "I'd fuckin' kill you on the spot if you weren't." 
I swallowed hard half thankful for that small concession.  "Do
you really think you can just walk away from me?  Huh?  You don't
think I can't find you?  I'd fuckin' track you down like a
fuckin' bloodhound and I promise as sure as I'm sitting here,
you'd regret it."

"I'm sorry, Ronnie, I didn't mean what I said," I whispered,
hoping to change his mind.  I still hadn't changed mine, I was
leaving the first chance I got, but I had to convince him
otherwise.  "I was just mad because mom told me she was
pregnant."

The expression on his face suddenly changed and he slowed down,
turning to see if I was lying or not.  "Gina's pregnant?"

"Yes, she just told me.  That's why I was mad.  I was jealous
because she'll get all of your attention now," I said sliding
closer, putting my hand on his leg.  "I want to be your number
one girl and I didn't want the competition from her."  My heart
was racing and I was sick to my stomach at having to say those
things to him, but my life was depending on it.  I had no idea
what he planned to do to me, and I didn't want to find out.

Slowing, he pulled into a parking lot and turned off the engine.
His look was still scary, but wasn't as vicious as before. 
"Don't fuck with me Debbie," he warned.  "I won't hesitate to
punish you for disrespecting me."

"I know, Ronnie, er, I mean, Daddy," I smiled batting my eyes. 
For years he's been trying to get me to call him that and that
seemed like the perfect time to start.  For what he's put me
through I could think of a few other names I'd like to call him,
but to survive, I would need to do that.

"You're full of shit, Debbie.  I know what you're up to, I'm not
stupid."

"What do you mean?" I asked innocently.

"I don't believe your shit.  You're trying to con a con, you
know.  I've been lied to by better whores than you."

"Ronnie, er, Daddy, I'm *NOT* lying.  I want us to be a family
and I want to have your children."

"We'll see.  But you'll have to prove yourself.  I'm not taking
you to Dawg's right now, but if you fuck up one more time I
promise you, you'll be sorry."  I knew who he was talking about.
His name is really Doug but everyone calls him Dawg and he's
known around as one sick sadistic fucker.  None of the other
whores will go with him because he's too rough with them.  I
swallowed hard thinking of what might happen.

He started the truck, heading west.  I wasn't sure where we were
heading but knew better than to ask.  Fifteen minutes later we
were parking in the lot of one of the riverboat casinos.  He got
out, walking around to my side and opened the door.

"Let's go,"

"Where?"  I regretted asking almost as soon as the words escaped
my lips.  He didn't answer but dragged me behind him until we
reached the employee entrance around the back.

"You want to be my number one girl?" he asked rhetorically,
here's your chance to prove it.  Disappoint me and I'll sell your
ass to Dawg and let him rip you apart and spit out the meat,
understand?"  I nodded waiting outside the door until someone
pushed it open.

"Patrick working?" Ronnie asked the tall skinny black man who
answered the door.

"Yea," he said stepping aside giving me the once over.  I don't
remember if I ever had sex with him or not, but he looked
familiar.

We followed him down a long corridor to the `Kitchen Staff'
office, where he knocked and disappeared briefly.

"He'll see you," the guy said leaving.  Ronnie pulled my arm into
the office.

"Hey, man, what's happin'? he fat black man asked stepping around
the cluttered desk.

"Patrick, long time no see," Ronnie answered shaking his hand. 
The man noticed me and smiled.

"Who's this?"

"My newest whore.  She wants to prove herself to me by working
the boat.  You interested?"  His eyes scanned every inch of me,
resting on my breasts.

"She legal?"

"Of course she is, don't she look eighteen?"

"Yea, I `pose she does."  I did have to admit that I looked much
older than my almost-seventeen-years as my life had been so hard
lately.

"What deal you want?"

"Half of what she makes.  You decide who, when and how many and
keep the other half."

"How long she gunna be workin'?"

"How long do you want her for?"  He approached me, putting his
ham-sized hands over my swollen breasts and squeezed.

"A little honey like this could work two, maybe three weeks easy
before she tires out."

"Make it a month," Ronnie said winking at him.  My eyes flew
open.  I didn't know what was involved with what they were
talking about, but visions of the Super Bowl in New Orleans
popped into my head.

"Ronnie, I..."  I didn't get a chance to finish before he put his
stubby finger to my lips.

"You know the alternative.  You want to prove yourself, here's
your chance. If you mean what you said, you'll do me proud.  If
you didn't, I'll know you're full of shit and do what I gotta do,
understand?"  Gulping, I nodded.

"I'll check on her from time to time.  She needs this," he said
holding out a worn baggie of off-white rocks.  "Make sure she
earns it, don't give it to her until you're satisfied she's done
what you expect.  A day or so without this shit and she'll be
ready to fuck an elephant to get it," he added with a smile.

Patrick took the bag and a handful of syringes.  "Don't
disappoint me," he warned turning to leave without so much as a
goodbye.  I watched the door until it closed and felt the chubby
fingers pulling at my shirt.

"Let's get a look at that body of yours," he said panting.  I
winced.  It was time to earn my keep.

~ end of Chapter 17

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