The Farmer's Granddaughter, Chapter 11

By wetfly6969

Wetfly6969@aol.com

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We sat in the parking lot outside of our family furniture store
going over the plan again.  The entire trip here I explained what
I expected of her.  She was still out of it but seemed to grasp
the concept.  The guys had been a little rough on her and she
looked like hell.  There wasn't much time to clean her up so I
just wiped the excess cum from her body with Tim's mother's
blanket and shoved the corner of the sheet into her pussy to
squeegee some of it from her pussy.

"This is very important, Annabel, don't fuck it up, understand?"
She nodded, still staring out of the windshield at the flashing
OPEN sign as if watching something interesting on TV.  "ANNABEL!"
I shouted snapping my fingers in front of her face.  "You know
what to do, right?"  Again she nodded, blinking her eyes for the
first time in about two minutes.

"He owes me a lot of money and if he pays me, you won't have to
worry about doing this any more so it's in your best interest to
make sure this happens just the way I told you."  She still
seemed a bit lethargic and her droopy eyes appeared as if she was
ready to fall asleep.  "Are you paying attention?"

I hadn't had much exposure to heroin use but I did hear about
someone using it going `on the nod' as it makes them drowsy.  I
had the perfect solution.

"Here Annabel," I said pulling the small baggy of cocaine from my
pocket.  Tapping out a small pile on the center console I divided
it into two small lines while she watched with curiosity.  I
didn't have a straw, but I knew a rolled up dollar bill would
work just fine.  Handing her the small, joint-sized straw I
waited for her to snort it.  The dumb bitch just sat there like a
moron looking at the pair of lines.

"Go on, snort them."

"What?" she asked finally looking up at me.

"Put the straw into your nose and inhale hard while you move it
along the line like a vacuum and then switch to the other nostril
and do the same for the other line."

"Why?"

"What do you mean `why'?  Because I told you to do it and you
belong to me so you do what I tell you, understand?"

"What is it?"

"Nose candy, now hurry we don't have a lot of time.  It will make
you feel better and wake your lazy-ass up.  Now do it so I can
get my money!"  Holding my breath I watched as she leaned
forward, placing the tip of the money straw against the first
line.  I wasn't sure if she would do it correctly as this was her
first time, but surprisingly, she inhaled, sucking the first line
into her nose.

Jerking her head back, her eyes flew open and her pupils suddenly
widened like some portal on a sci-fi movie.

"It burns," she said rubbing her nose.

"That will go away.  Do the other line," I instructed, placing my
hand behind her neck to pull her face closer.   Place the straw
into the other nostril, she positioned it at the end and repeated
the procedure until the entire line had disappeared.  Either it
wasn't such a shock this time or the effects numbed her reaction
as she simply sat up and leaned her head against the seat,
exhaling deeply.

"Whoa," she exclaimed with a giggle.  "I feel, uh, funny."

"That's okay, Annabel, you're supposed to feel that way," I said
noticing an immediate increase in her mobility and alertness. 
"Are you ready to get this over with?"  She nodded.  "You *DO*
remember what you have to do, right?"

"You want me to, huh, have sex with your father."

"Yea, that's right.  Do whatever you have to do to make him fuck
you, but knowing my dad, that won't be difficult at all.  He's
such a horn-dog that he'll fuck just about anything with a
pussy."

"You don't think that's kinda weird?  You know, having sex with
him and one day we might be related?"

"Only by marriage so don't worry.  Once I get a few pictures of
him fucking you, he'll have no choice but to pay me what he owes
me and you won't have to worry about fucking strangers for money
any more.  Would you like that?"

"Like what?" she asked as she seemed to lose concentration in our
conversation.

"Never mind.  Just make yourself pretty so we can get this over
with."

"Jake, I gotta clean up first.  I still have some stuff inside of
me."

"It's called cum, Annabel and don't worry about it, he'll never
know.  Besides cum makes a good lubricant."  She still had a
worried look on her face, but we needed to get his over with.  It
was already 6:30 and time was running out.

"Hey you two idiots!" I called out seeing my brothers tossing a
football back and forth across the sales floor.

"Well lookie who's here, little Jakie-poo," Ronnie called out
throwing the ball to my oldest brother.

"What's up dweeb?" Junior added throwing the ball my way, shotgun
style.  I deflected the wayward ball thrown just out of my reach.

"Watch it, you almost hit my girl!" I called out stepping aside
to show them that I wasn't alone.

"WHOA!" Ronnie said giving a wolf whistle.  "What a little fox,"
he added.

Junior made his way closer, taking Annabel's hand and kissing her
wrist.  "Hello little lady," he said smiling.  "What's your
name?"

"Back off, hound dog, you're as bad as dad!" I said pulling her
hand away.

"Well, what do you expect?  I am named after him," he said
flashing his killer smile.  I'd always been jealous of his teeth.
 Our parents spent a fortune on them, giving him the straightest
teeth in the family. "I'm Nelson, but my friends call me Junior.
You can call me Junior," he added with a slight chuckle.

"I'm Annabel," she said smiling back, almost laughing as she
spoke.

"Hi Annabel, I'm Ronnie," our middle brother chimed in stepping
between Junior and Annabel.  Even though he's three years older
than me, he's about 50 pounds heavier and played football since
grade school.  Junior was the best looking and the tallest and I
was the smartest.  We all had our place.

"Speaking of Dad, where is he?"

"In the office, probably looking at porn again," Ronnie said not
taking his eyes off of Annabel.  He was a typical jock and
usually allowed his little head to do most of his thinking. 
After the store is sold, god knows what he'll do for a job as
he's not the sharpest tool in the shed.

"Come on Annabel, let's go meet dad," I said taking her hand."

"Hold on, where are you going so fast?  The little lady might
want to stay and talk to us for a while, isn't that so Annabel?"
Junior asked.

"Some other time, we've got business to discuss with Dad first,"
I huffed.  Junior had a bad track record of trying to steal away
my girlfriends.  He managed a few, but not many and Ronnie was
usually hanging around like a bottom feeder hoping to get our
scraps.  He lacked pizzazz and couth, often trying to muscle his
way into a date and usually coming up empty.  As far as I knew,
neither had a steady girlfriend.

"When you're ready for a real man, come look for me," Junior
called out as we walked away.  I simply shook my head.  He hasn't
changed a bit.

The office was in the back corner near the restrooms and had one
wall of glass.  The blinds and the door were closed so the
surprise was in my favor.  Softly I turned the knob and pushed
the door open.

"Hi Dad," I shouted entering the room.  He was sitting behind the
desk with one hand on the keyboard and the other on his lap.  He
must have jumped a foot off out of his chair from fright.  The
look on his face was priceless.  I think Ronnie was right, he was
looking at internet porn.

"Jake!" he cried out quickly clicking something on the computer.
"My god, what are you doing here?" he asked pushing his chair
closer to the desk.

"We're on our way to St. Louis and I thought I'd drop by to
introduce you to my girl."

"Your girl?  I didn't know you had a girlfriend."

"Not really my girlfriend, just a friend who's a girl."  His eyes
roamed up and down her slender body.

The jean shorts were just tight enough to accentuate her ass and
her pussy looked as if it was hungry as it was eating the front.
The ruffled halter top exposed her midriff and shoulders, leaving
little to the imagination.  Dad's eyes were fixated on her crotch
and half inch deep camel toe.

"What's your name Honey?" he asked briefly taking his eyes away
from between her legs to look at her face.

"A...Annabel," she whispered.

"Annabel?  That's a pretty name, but what would you expect for
such a pretty girl?"  His eyes darted from her to me momentarily
and I smiled watching as his bright blue eyes went up and down
her body.  "She's a little young, isn't she, Jake?" he asked
still ogling her.

"Naw, she just looks young.  It must be in her jeans.  She's a
freshman at SLU with me.  That's where we met."

"College?  My god she hardly looks fourteen!" he added with a
smile.  "Maybe even younger."

"Don't let her looks fool you, Dad.  She's no innocent little
junior high school girl."

"She's been around the block a few times, eh?" He asked with a
toothy grin.

"Around the block?!?"  I exclaimed.  "Hell she paved the fucking
street!" I added with a chuckle.  She had no idea what I was
talking about but smiled along with me.  That seemed to perk dad
up and he checked her out a little closer, focusing on the sweet
little camel toe.

"What brings you here, Son?" Dad asked reaching for a cigarette.
Lighting it he held out the pack toward us.  "Smoke?"  I bumped
Annabel.

"Go get one," I suggested intrigued by the thought of my dad
helping to corrupt his own daughter.  If he only knew who she
really was I'm sure that he wouldn't even think about offering
her a cigarette.  She had smoked a few joints before, but this
was her first regular cigarette.  Leaning over the desk, she held
it in her mouth as he brought the lighter closer.

"You are very beautiful," he said watching as she stood straight,
sucking hard to draw in the smoke.

"I came by to get my money, Dad," I said answering his question.

"Jake, we've already gone over this a hundred times.  There *IS*
no money!  I wish you'd finally get that through your thick
skull."

"I know you have a 401K and some of gramp's old coins in a safety
deposit box and you probably have a saving account hidden from
mom somewhere.  You've got money, I know that, and I don't
understand why you don't want to pay me what's due to me.  You
*DID* promise to pay for my education, remember?"

"Yea, I remember, but that was before the economy went into the
crapper and the business went under.  There *IS* no money, Jake.
It's all gone every bit of it.  I used whatever we had to keep
the business afloat, hoping to ride this out, but it didn't work
out that way."

"I know you're holding out so don't give me that shit, Dad."

"Jake, you know if I had it, I'd be more than happy to give it to
you, but I just don't have it."

He seemed sincere, but my dad had a history of being a lying,
cheating dog so I didn't put much credence in what he was saying.
 He just needed a little motivation and I was about to give it to
him.

"Listen, Dad, I need to give some money to Eric for my share of
the rent by 7:30 or he's giving my room to someone else.  Is it
okay if Annabel hangs out here for about an hour until I get
back?  She won't be much trouble; I just don't want her to have
to make the boring trip to St. Louis."

His eyes widened as if I just called out the lottery numbers and
he had the winning ticket.  "I, um," he began, clearing his
throat.  "No, Son, its fine, if it's fine with her," he added
looking back at her.

"She's cool with it, trust me.  She's been sitting in the car for
most of the day and I'm sure she'd like to take a break and maybe
stretch for a while, isn't that right?" I asked nudging her.  She
mumbled some sort of agreement.  "It won't take me long, maybe an
hour or so."

"Take your time, son, I wouldn't want you to get a speeding
ticket."  I smiled.

"Sure, Dad, maybe you're right.  I won't hurry but I should be
back by eight."

"Eight is fine, Jake," he said grinning.  I knew the store closed
at eight and if he was home too much after that, mom would freak
out and go ballistic, accusing him of screwing around again.

"Take good care of my dad," I said winking at her.

"Don't you worry, she's in good hands," he said grinning like the
Cheshire cat.  I knew what he had in mind, even if he wouldn't
admit it.

Stepping outside I went around the corner to the side with near
the restrooms and waited.  Within a few seconds I heard the door
shut and lock.  Dad was making his move.  The door was flanked by
two large plate-glass windows, each with horizontal blinds,
tightly closed.  Unbeknownst to dear old dad, there is a small
space between where the blinds met, allowing me to see into the
office.  Pressing my eye to the window looked in.

Dad had just sat on the old leather sofa and patted the seat next
to him with a smile.  Without hesitation, Annabel went and sat
next to him, not even flinching as he put his right hand on her
knee.  She knew this was why she was here and went along with
whatever he was saying, even giggling once as she said something
funny and moved his hand up her leg about six inches.  She didn't
object and he took that as her approval, sliding it a little
farther up as his left arm went to the back of the couch behind
her head and eventually met up with her left shoulder.

As his right hand reached the frayed bottom of her shorts, his
left thumb slipped inside the top of her elastic top.  I'm not
sure why but watching my dad seducing Annabel, his daughter, was
a huge turn on for me and I had to adjust my swelling cock.

Shifting closer, he was not able to put his entire arm around her
neck, pulling her closer as his hand disappeared down the front
of her top.  They were talking and laughing but I couldn't hear
what was said.  Slowly her hand floated from her lap to the front
of his pants and rested on the bulge.  This was going perfectly,
just as I figured.

Dad's nose nuzzled against her neck, pushing her hair away as he
softly kissed her from the shoulder to her jaw line.  Both hands
were working on her, one massaging her left breast while his
middle finger on the other hand moved up and down along the pussy
crevice between her legs.  Surprisingly she parted her legs,
allowing him better access.

"That's my little slut," I mumbled squeezing my now ragging
erection.

Hardly five minutes of closing the door Dad had her halter top
pulled down below her tits and was licking and sucking on her
small budding orbs.  I gasped as he completely sucked on and then
the other into his mouth, slobber on both of them.

Unconcerned about anyone interrupting them, he was bold and
quickly pulled the top over her head, tossing it to the side.  He
stood to remove his own shirt, throwing it on his office chair. 
His slacks and underwear soon followed, ending up on the floor a
few feet away.  It was weird watching my father striping but I
didn't blink as he helped her stand and unbuttoned her shorts,
struggling to pull the tight material down her slim legs and
exposing her hairless pussy.

Both were naked and he hugged her, grinding his hard cock into
her stomach as they kissed, him craning his neck to reach her
lips.  Their embrace didn't last long as he gently laid her back
onto the couch before once again kissing her neck before moving
on to each of her nipples.  Working his way lower, he kissed the
shallow passage leading to her navel and spent about two minutes
tonguing the hole before moving lower.

Repositioning himself on the floor, he made his way between her
legs, kissing and licking the creamy slit between her legs.  I
cringed knowing what was about to happen.  Placing his entire
mouth over her crack, he began slurping, kissing and tonguing the
fissure, getting his tongue into her as far as he could.

I swallowed hard, scrunching my nose.  She's had about thirty
loads of cum pumped into her pussy today and didn't really clean
any of it up.  I could only imagine what it tasted like but
strangely, Dad didn't seem to mind.  In fact he as tearing into
it like Sushi, acting as if it was the best pussy he'd ever
eaten.

Whether it is was her age, her beauty or her sloppy, used pussy
that got him turned on I'll never know but he ate her out for
almost ten full minutes before he finally came up for air.  She
had been wiggling her hips like a slithering snake for most of
the time and even dug her fingers into his hair a few times.  She
was being a true slut, just the way I wanted her to.

Pulling his head away I smiled at how wet his face was.  It
looked like he had applied some cum shaving cream and was about
to get a razor.  I didn't know if he knew it was cum or if he
thought she just had a very wet pussy, but I guess it doesn't
really matter.  Kissing his way back up her body, they locked
lips, French kissing like teenagers on a first date.

I watched with fascination as he moved onto the couch with her,
not breaking their embrace and positioned himself between her
legs.  He was too tall to keep kissing her and fuck her at the
same time, so he slowly shifted his body.  I watched the best I
could as he rubbed the tip of his cock along her crack.  I held
my breath for the longest time until he finally penetrated her
for the first time.

"HOLY SHIT HE'S DOING IT!" I babbled amazed at how easily he was
seduced.  Once a dog, always a dog.

For a man in his late fifties he sure could fuck.  Every part of
his body seemed to be in the act as he caressed, sucked, stroked
and fucked her every which way but loose.  Even as many times as
she'd been fucked today, she was still getting into it, and after
a few minutes, began fucking him back, throwing her hips up and
down to match his strokes.  Was that the coke doing that or did
he bring something out of her?

Hearing her moaning was a surprise as the office is usually
pretty sound proof but there it was, as clear as watching a
cheesy porno on a hotel premium channel.  Toward the end her back
arched and she fisted the cushions beneath her in a death grip as
he continuously pummeled her womb.  She was grunting so loud that
I was surprised my brothers didn't come to find out what was
going on.

She did it.  She orgasmed on my father's cock.  Her father's
cock.  I stared through the small gap in disbelief as Dad's
strokes began to slow and I could hear him also grunting.  He was
busting a nut inside of her!   Damn this is too good!  It was
time to spring the trap.

Reaching above the door I got the key he had hidden there years
ago.  When I was young I'd play hid and seek in the office and
usually locked the door to keep anyone from finding me.  After
five or six times of being locked out of the office, Dad stashed
a key above the frame.  Now it was my turn to use the key.

Quietly I opened the door, and smiled as the lovers embraced as
if on their honeymoon.  How quaint.  Annabel's legs were spread
wide allowing him more room to thrust into her and her arms were
wrapped around his barrel-shaped chest.  Dad had collapsed on top
of her, panting and sweating like crazy as he struggled to catch
his breath.

"That was some workout," I said snapping the first of many
pictures on my Iphone.

Surprised, Dad raised his head and turned toward me.  "Smile for
the camera," I said taking two more pictures.

"JAKE!" He shouted quickly pulling himself off of her.  I hit
record and began videotaping his awkward moment.  "It's not what
you think!!" he said reaching for his pants.

I chuckled.  "Not what I think?  What is it you think I think it
is?  Do you think I think I just caught you fucking some trashy
slut in your office?  Is that what you think I think?"

"Jake, please, don't tell your mother."

"Dad I already knew that mom gave you an ultimatum last time she
found out about your fucking around.  I believe her exact words
were `if you do it again, I'm divorcing you!'  Is that about
right?  I may have mixed the words up, but I think the sentiment
is the same."

"Jake, it wasn't my fault, she seduced me!"

"Do you really think mom will care about that?  What she may care
about is that Annabel is underage and you could do some serious
jail time in addition to having mom divorce you."

"UNDERAGE?  She can't be, she's in college!"

"Oh yea, about that, I may have overestimated her age a little. 
She's actually only thirteen-years-old."

"WHAT?!?!  You can't be serious!"

"Afraid I am, Dad," I said stopping the recording.  "Annabel, go
entertain my brothers," I said looking at her just lying there
like a dumb whore.  She stood and reached for her clothes. 
"Don't bother; they'll only take them off again."  She understood
what I wanted and left the room, dripping our dad's cum on the
floor as she walked.

"Now, let's talk business."

"Jake I already told you I don't have any money.  We're flat
broke and having to file bankruptcy."

"Fair enough.  Let's say for now that I believe you," I said
sitting in one of the twin chairs in front of his desk.  He was
still sweating from his very intense workout and simply collapsed
into his office chair.  "How did her pussy taste?"

"What!?!  Why are you asking that?"

"I'm just curious.  How did it taste?"

"Alright, I guess.  A little salty and sorta bitter but I've
tasted worse.  Why do you want to know that?"

"Why do you think it was salty?"

"She was probably sweating down there.  It happens a lot in the
summer you know."

"Yea, I know but I think it may have been the thirty or so loads
of cum that was pumped into her pussy today.  She hasn't really
had a chance to douche or anything so you just sucked out the cum
of over fifteen different guys!"  His face turned a shade of sea
form green.

"Please tell me you're kidding."

"Nope, not at all.  She's like the Energizer bunny, keeps going
and going and going," I said smirking.  He went to the water
cooler and gulped down three cups of water in rapid succession. 
I got the biggest kick out of seeing him freaking out over that.
Dumb ass.  That will teach him not to go sucking on just any
whore's cunt.

"Sit down, Dad, we need to talk.  I need some information."

"Information?  What sort of information?" He asked taking his
seat.

"I want you to tell me about Linda."

"Who?  I don't know any Lindas."

"Yes you do.  Let me refresh your memory.  About fourteen years
ago you were still selling vacuum cleaners and your car broke
down on a deserted road at night.  You walked in the rain to a
farm house to use the phone."  His face lit up as he remembered
the encounter.  "I see you remember now."

"What is it you want, Jake?"

"I want to know all about Linda."

"What do you want to know?"

"Well the big question is what did you to with her?  I mean you
brought her from the country to live somewhere and you didn't
bring her home.  I think I would have noticed an
eighteen-year-old slut living in our house.  Where did she stay?"

"I got her an apartment near the office."

"What office?"

"Electrolux.  It was a good cover for me to visit her whenever I
wanted to.  I had to report to the office everyday and I always
went by to see her.  Sometimes I even spent the night.  She was a
wild one, I tell you," he said with a smile.  "Her parents wanted
her to marry some local yahoo but she didn't want to.  She wanted
to be free and travel the world and I agreed to take her with
me."

"She didn't travel very far."

"I know, I kept telling her I'd take her places to do things
together, but I never got around to it.  Then she got pregnant
and everything changed."

"What do you mean?"

"She *actually* thought I'd divorce my wife and marry her since
she was pregnant with my kid.  Can you believe how stupid that
sounds?"

"Yea, sounds pretty stupid to me.  So what happened?"

"By this time I was getting pretty tired of her.  All the nagging
and complaining and demands.  She was calling the office all the
time looking for me and I just knew it would be a matter of time
before she got my home number and called there.  I was about to
get rid of her when I had an idea on how she could help me.  I
had been working on a really big account, trying to close the
deal to sell some major vacuums to the largest commercial
cleaning company in the Northeast.  I had met with the owner
several times and he was haggling over the price, threatening to
go elsewhere if I didn't agree to his terms."

"So what did you do?"

"I invited him to dinner with me and Linda and made it clear to
her that if she helped me get this contract, I'd give her what
she wanted.  She was more than happy to agree.  During dinner I
made up some lame excuse to leave and asked Mr. Holder to take
her home for me once they were finished with dinner.  Of course
she invited him in and the rest his history."

"You mean he fucked her."

"Let's just say I got the contract," he said smiling.  "And the
best part was she agreed to do it again with another big account.
 I just kept dangling that carrot in front of her and she kept
spreading her legs for whomever I told her to."

"So you pimped her out?"

"I don't look at it like that.  It was a business deal.  She
helped me and I helped her."

"Exactly how did you help her?  I mean she was screwing these
guys hoping that you'd marry her and spend your life with her and
maybe travel and see the world.  All she got was a pussy full of
cum."

"Jake you make it sound bad."  I didn't push the subject because
I was basically doing the same thing to Annabel.

"Whatever happened to her?"

"When she really started showing it was harder for me to pass her
on to clients and I no longer wanted to support her.  I mean the
apartment, the bills, clothes, food, and transportation.  She was
costing me a fortune.  I talked to her about returning to the
farm and she was adamant that she didn't want to go back there. 
That same week I learned that our top salesman was retiring and
his route was coming available.  I wanted that route.  I had been
stuck on the worst route since I started working there and it was
time for a change.  There were a few guys there who were more
senior than me and I knew one of them would get it first.  I
decided to invite my boss to dinner with me and Linda."

"You mean you pimped her out again."

"It was only going to be one time to seal the deal, you know to
get my foot in the door but he wasn't satisfied with a one night
stand.  I didn't care who she screwed as long as she stopped
bothering me."

"So your boss began paying her bills so he could bang her anytime
he wanted?"

"No, I was still taking care of them so I decided to spread the
cost and talked to a couple of the other salesmen about helping
out, you know pay her bills and have some fun with her."

"I see.  You made her a prostitute."

"NO I DID NOT!  She didn't have a problem sleeping with those men
and I didn't get any money out of it."

"You got paid commission from the vacuums you sold, didn't you?"
He nodded. "You got a better route by allowing your boss to fuck
her, right?  That meant more money and the other guys paid your
share of the bills which meant you had more money in your pocket
because of it."

"Jake, I didn't prostitute her."

"Whatever, Dad, but whatever happened to her?"

"After a couple of months the guys came to me to do something
with her.  She was about to have the kid and they didn't want
anything more to do with her."

"What did you do?"

"I told her I was taking her back to the farm to have the baby
and that I'd come back for her."

"But you never did."

"Of course not, she was a major pain in the ass and I was glad to
get rid of her."

"Can I tell you something about that pain-in-the-ass?"

"What?"

"That wasn't' the first time you visited that farm on that rainy
night.  You were there about nineteen years prior to that."

"What do you mean?"

"You sold the woman of the house a vacuum cleaner even though she
had all hard wood floors.  She said you were very persistent."

"I had to be.  If I didn't sell, I didn't make money.  That's
just a fact of life."

"You also fucked her.  While her husband was out plowing the
fields you were in his bed plowing his wife."

"Jake you've got to remember my territory was mostly in Southeast
Missouri, Western Kentucky and Northwest Tennessee.  It's almost
all rural and farms out there so I had to do what I had to do to
make a sell.  Besides most of those women out there are lonely
and were willing to lose their panties at the drop of a hat. 
Hell, I wouldn't be surprised to learn that I've got a couple of
kids running around that I don't know about."  I had a laugh to
his last statement.

"You don't know how true that is, Dad.  You see when you fucked
the farmer's wife, you got her pregnant."

"I doubt that.  It only happened once."

"That's all it takes."

"It was probably her husband's."

"Nope, he's sterile.  Couldn't get octomom pregnant if he tried."

"What are you saying, Jake?"

"Linda was your daughter, *IS* your daughter."  The blood in his
face seemed to just drain away and he stared at me with a shocked
expression.

"Is this some sort of sick joke because if it is, it's not
funny."

"Nope, I'm dead serious.  You prostituted out your own daughter,
got her pregnant and then just dumped her off like yesterday's
trash."  He remained silent for about three minutes before he
spoke.

"I don't believe you.  This is another one of your sick schemes."
 I smiled.

"So you want proof?" I asked remembering the ring I took from
Annabel's room.  "How's this for proof?"  I tossed the ring onto
his desk and we both watched as it wobbled, tapping out a
metallic drum roll until it came to a rest.  "Look familiar?"

"Uh, a little, I guess," he said leaning closer as if examining a
dead spider.  "It looks a little like the ring I gave Linda to
shut her up about me marrying her."  Reaching into her top drawer
he pulled out his half reading glasses before picking up the
ring.  "To Linda with all my love," he read while rotating the
ring.  "Yes, this is the ring I gave Linda, where did you get
it?"

An inscription?  I didn't even think to check for one!

"Before I tell you I want you to answer another question for me.
Did you enjoy fucking Annabel?"

"Huh, what did you say?" he asked as I seemed to break his
concentration from examining the ring.

"Annabel.  Did you enjoy fucking her, be honest."

"Jake I don't think that's appropriate to discuss."

"Just answer the question.  Did you enjoy fucking her?"

"Yea, I guess so.  It's been a long time since I fu... uh, made
love to a beautiful young girl like that but I didn't know she
was only thirteen!"

"I'm glad because I have some even better news for you.  I got
the ring from Annabel who got it from her mother.  She told
Annabel that her father had given her the ring.  You gave her the
ring which means Annabel is your daughter too.  Or maybe she's
your granddaughter, I'm a little confused on that."

"Jake that's sick, don't even joke about something like that!"

"Who's joking?  Annabel is Linda's daughter and by your own
admission, you were the one who got Linda pregnant.  Didn't you
notice her eyes?  She has your eyes Dad but I guess she should as
she's got a double shot of DNA from you.  And you want to know
something even funnier?  She's pregnant with my kid.  Imagine
that.  The look on his face was priceless.

"I'm not even sure how I'll be related to the baby.  The father,
the uncle, nephew, cousin or what. Hell the way it's going I'll
end up being my own grandson before too long."  I waited a few
moments to let that sink in.  "You know what will be really cool
is after Annabel has my baby, I bring her back here so you can
get her pregnant.  You'll be the kid's father, grandfather and
great grandfather all rolled into one!"

"Jake that's enough!  I don't want to hear any more about your
crazy stories.   If you have nothing else to say it think it will
be best if you leave."

"Why and miss all the fun?"

"You think this is fun?  You think this is some sort of joke or
something?  If what you're saying is true, we've got some very
serious issues to deal with."

"Yea, I know.  That's why I need the money for school, otherwise
I'll have no choice but to do what you did to Annabel's mother."

"Wh...what do you mean?"

"I need to make some fast money and I know of only one way to do
it.  Well actually there's robbing a bank or selling drugs, but
this way is the easiest.  Besides, if I sell drugs once they're
sold, I have nothing else to sell.  With Annabel I can keep
selling her over and over and over again until she all worn out."

"Jake you wouldn't!  You couldn't!  For god's sake she's your
sister!"

"That didn't stop you from pimping out your own daughter."

"I didn't know she was my daughter!"

"You knew she was *SOMEBODY'S* daughter but that didn't seem to
concern you."

"Jake, don't do this, please."

"I don't have a choice.  Either pay me the money you owe, or
starting tomorrow Annabel will be a whore."

"I don't have the money and we sold everything of value."

"Too bad.  But you do have one thing left of value after all and
I thank you for it."

"What are you talking about?  I don't have anything left of
value."

"Yes you do, Annabel," I said standing with a smirk.  He also
stood grabbing my arm from across the desk.

"Jake, I'll try and get some money, but it will be hard."

"Hopefully it won't be as hard as your cock was when you fucked
Annabel." I said grinning.  "I think maybe I'll take her home to
meet mom, what do you think?  I'm sure she's like to get to know
her granddaughter."

"NO!  You can't do that.  Your mother can *NEVER* find out about
her.  Or Linda!"

"Then I'm sure you'll be able to find my money, and soon.  I have
four days to pay for registration or I get dropped from my
classes and you DON'T want that to happen.  I'll give you until
noon tomorrow to have my money in my hand or your newly
discovered daughter/granddaughter will be seeing more dick than a
boot camp army doctor, understand?"

"Jake, she's a person.  Just a little girl, don't do this to her,
please.  I'm begging you as not only your father, but as a decent
human being.  I'm appealing to your humanity.  I didn't raise you
like this."

"You're quit the hypocrite, aren't you Dad?  You did the *exact*
same thing to Linda and that was okay because why?  I don't think
I got your reasoning behind it.  Oh yea, to make money and get
ahead.  Well that's exactly what I'm doing.  Making money and
trying to get ahead," I said pulling my arm from his grasp. 
"You've got my cell number so call me when you have the money. 
If I don't hear from you by noon, you know what will happen and
it will be your fault."

"My fault?  How will it be my fault?"

"Because you didn't follow through with your promise.  What
happens to Annabel is up to you, Dad.  Either you'll do the right
thing and help her, or you damn her to the life her mother had. 
The choice is yours."

"I don't have a choice in this Jake and you know that!"  I
smirked and turned to walk away.

"Jake, I won't let you do this!" He called out to me.

"You won't let me do this?  Are you serious?  And just how do you
plan on stopping me?  Don't forget I have pictures and video of
you fucking Annabel.  Who should I send copies to first?  Mom or
the police?  I'm sure both would be *very* interested in seeing
them, don't you think?"  He didn't respond, but then how could
he?  I resumed my course out of the office, stopping at the door.

 "Oh and we'll be in St. Louis if you ever want to fuck her
again.  Don't worry about the price, I'll give you a family
discount," I added with a chuckle before leaving the office.  I
didn't even look back.

The showroom was empty but I could hear loud grunts and moans
coming from the store room.  Making my way down the hall the
sounds grew louder and more frantic.  Pushing open the swinging
doors I witnessed my brothers double-teaming Annabel, one on each
end, pumping like crazy on one of the new sofas still wrapped in
plastic.  Smiling I sat on a recliner nearby.  They were so into
fucking her that they didn't even notice me.

"Having fun?" I asked.  Both nearly shit when they saw me sitting
there.

"JAKE!" they screeched in unison while backing away from her as
if she was on fire.

"Don't let me stop you, please continue."

"What?" Junior asked staring at me as if I had two heads.

"You *WANT* us to fuck her?" Ronnie inquired with disbelief.

"Yea sure, fuck her all you want, we've got all night."

"You're serious.  This isn't some kinda trick is it?" Ronnie
questioned.

"Knock yourselves out," I told them leaning back and pulling up
the leg rest.  "I'll just sit here and chill until you're
finished."  My brothers looked at each other before Junior moved
to reenter her pussy.

"Hey, let me fuck her for a while.  She sucks good but I want to
try out her pussy."

"She loves it in the ass, why don't you try that hole?  It's nice
and tight," I added snickering.

Still in disbelief over my enthusiasm for them to use my
girlfriend, they cautiously flipped her onto her hands and knees
while Ronnie aimed his fat pud for her little rose bud.  She was
going to be feeling today for a while.

***

 "Did you see the looks on their dumb faces when I told them?" I
laughed.  "It was classic," I added starting the car.  I waited
until she shut the door and shifted her halter to cover her
exposed tits.  "You did okay today," I said patting her leg. 
She'll need a lot of positive feedback to keep her motivated.

"That was really mean what you tole `em."

"What?  Telling them that they just fucked their little sister? 
You'd swear they just saw a ghost or something," I added wiping
the tear from my eye as I had been laughing so hard.  "Of course
I waited until they both came twice before I dropped the `S' bomb
on them."

"Why did you tell `em that?  You got `em all upset now."

"I told them because it's true," I said backing up before driving
out of the parking lot.

"Whatcha mean?"  I stopped to stare at her before pulling onto
the highway.

"I mean you *ARE* their sister," I informed her signaling to turn
right into McDonald's.  "Are you hungry?  I'm starved, haven't
eaten since the farm."

"Whatcha mean?

"I mean I'm starved."

"No, `bout me bein' their sister."

"It's pretty simple.  Our father is the same person as your
father."  She stared at me with furrowed brows.

"I... don't understand what you're sayin' Jake."

"Oh my god, Annabel, how stupid can you be?  It's not hard to
understand.  Our father fucked your mother and got her pregnant
and then she had you.  You're our sister.  Well actually our half
sister, but you're our sister none the same."  It must be the
drugs clouding her thinking or maybe she really is dense.

"You want something?"  I asked looking over the menu items. She
remained silent.  I guess the news was a bit too much for her to
take in all at once so I ordered a Happy Meal for her with a
Coke, just in case she gets hungry later.

There was a flea-bag motel a few blocks away that everyone knew
to avoid as it attracted too many undesirables.  I decided to
stay there as I didn't want to go too far just in case dad came
through on his promise.  I didn't want him using the excuse of
having to drive to St. Louis as a reason why he couldn't give me
my money.  I pulled into the pot-hole-filled parking lot of the
circa 1930's dilapidated Candlelight Inn Motel and parked near
the office, turning off the engine.

"Why are we here?" she asked.

"We need a place to sleep for tonight and here's as good as any."

"It don't look too nice," she said looking around at the rundown
old building with trash strewn all over the parking lot, weeds
nearly knee high along the pavement, a broken front glass window
held together with packing tape and the marquee sign that
advertised $29.95 per night was missing one side, exposing the
florescent bulbs.

"It's cheap and I'm sure we can work out a trade," I said winking
at her.  She knew what I mean as her eyebrows peaked.  "Come on
and let's see what the dice brings us."

"Huh?"

"Don't worry about it, let's just go inside," I said opening my
door.  It took her a while to get out, but soon she was right
behind me as we entered.  The lobby was little and the reception
desk was enclosed with bulletproof glass.  A small opening on the
counter allowed for the exchange of money or credit cards and
very little else.

"Hey, man," I said walking up to the counter.  "How's it going?"
The man looked up at us over his news paper with hollow eyes but
didn't even crack a smile.  The guy was a real sleaze ball, about
twice my age, thinning, slicked back salt and pepper hair, thick,
hard-rim glasses, discolored tee-shirt and a pot belly with what
looked like yesterday's dinner stained over his gut.  Reaching
for a cigarette he blew a puff of smoke toward the glass.

"A night or a week?"

"Just one night for now," I said thinking that I probably
couldn't stand to stay here any longer than that.

"Thirty-six dollars and fourteen cents," he rambled off from
memory.

"The sign outside says $29.95."

"Yep, but you gotta add tax and there's a bed tax."

"Listen, friend," I said stooping closer to the small opening. 
"We've got a little problem and I'm sure you can help us with
it." I said with a slight grin.  The asshole rolled his eyes at
me.  Actually fucking rolled his eyes!  If it wasn't for that
fucking glass, I probably would have punched him in his ugly
face.

"What's the problem, son?"

"Well you see we're a little short on cash.  I barely had enough
money to buy McDonald's and we really need a place to crash for
the night."

"Try the homeless shelter, I ain't runnin' no charity here you
know!"

"Yea, I know, and I'm not asking you to let us stay for free.  I
thought maybe you'd be willing to make a trade, you know barter
goods and services," I said winking.

"Whatcha you propose?"  Whoa, the genius actually knew a big
word.

"Come here, Annabel," I said turning toward her.  She had been
standing off to the side since we walked in and I doubt the geek
wearing the coke-bottle glasses even knew she was there.  Slowly
she approached until she was close enough for me to grab her arm.
 "Hurry up already!"

"You furnish us a room for the night and I'll furnish you with
twenty minutes alone with my girl," I said pulling her closer to
the counter.  "Do whatever you want with her.  Just don't leave
any marks."

The goober stood and leaned over the desk to get a better look at
her.  For the first time he smiled, showing his yellow teeth and
cracked front tooth.

"You're serious?"

"Sure, we really need a place to stay and clean-up you know.  It
will help us out and I'm sure it will help you out as well, am I
right?" I asked smiling.  Turning he reached for a key hanging on
the wall and went to the side door, swinging it open. He was
shorter than I thought, maybe five-seven and had skinny arms for
someone his build.

"Follow me," he said heading to the front door and hanging a sign
stating he'd return in thirty minutes.  We stepped outside and he
locked the door behind us.  "Room 16," he informed us heading
down the narrow walkway with us in close pursuit.

The room was just as dingy and musky as the rest of the building,
but I didn't really care.  I was tired and only needed a place to
rest.  He opened the door and the three of us went inside.

"You said alone, right?" he asked staring at me as I shut the
door.

"Yea, I just want to make sure everything is okay with the room."

"Don't worry everything's fine."

"Jake," Annabel said tugging on my shirt.  I bent over so she
could whisper into my ear.  "Do I need to clean, uh, my insides?"

"You need a shower but just splash some water on your pussy but
don't waste a lot of time, he'll never know," I replied slapping
her on the butt.  "Just get this over with as soon as possible,
okay?"  She nodded.

"You're leaving, right?" the asshole asked again.

"Yea, sure, but my girl needs to shower first.  We've been on the
road all day and she's stinky and sweaty."

"I don't mind that none, I like the scent of a sexy woman," he
said grinning a buck-tooth smile at her.

"Suit yourself," I said suppressing a smile.  Boy won't he be
surprised when he discovers the little treasure trove of cum
hidden away deep inside of her cunt.  He may change his mind
about liking the scent of a woman.  I smiled remembering how my
dad ate her out like a buffoon, slurping on a day's worth of
man-seed from multiple donors.  Who knows, maybe this joker will
dig into her the same way.  I'll have to ask her when I get back.

"I'm going to the store for some beer and cigarettes.  I'll be
back in twenty minutes," I said winking at the guy from the front
desk.  It was just after 8 pm and was starting to get dark.  I
drove around a while, got what I needed from the store and
returned about twenty after.  I waited a few minutes in the car
before knocking. A moment later Annabel asked who it was.  How
dumb is that?

"It's me, open up!" I shouted through the door expecting the man
to still be in there.  She was alone and had recently showered,
standing there in a small, threat-bare towel that hardly covered
her slight build.  "Wow, you clean up pretty good," I said
smiling.  She returned the gesture.  "I brought your food," I
said handing her the greasy bag.  "It's cold though.  I already
ate mine while I was waiting."  She took the bag and sat at the
small table near the window and munched on a few soggy fries. 
She wasn't very hungry.

I turned on the TV.

"How did it go?" I asked watching as she stared at her wrapped
burger.  She shrugged her shoulder, not looking at me.  "He was
like the nineteenth guy you fucked today, right?" I asked trying
to remember the exact count.  "That's not too bad for your first
day but I think with some effort you can do better.  Much better,
what do you think?"  She remained silent, staring down at the
glob of ketchup on the paper bag.

"Starting tomorrow I want you to really put forth effort.  Let's
see just how many guys you can fuck in one day, okay?  How does
that sound?"  She stopped chewing and briefly looked at me,
swallowing hard to get her food down.

"I thought if you got the money from your dad that I don't gotta
do that no more."

"Yea well I was thinking and I figured that the money my dad owes
me will only cover my tuition, books and maybe a month of rent. 
What are we going to do after that?  We'll need to eat and pay
for our apartment and I've got this car to maintain and you've
got your little habit to maintain as well," I said smirking.

 "If we can make a lot of money now, we wouldn't have to worry
about money in the future.  We can save it and keep it for the
baby when you're not able to work anymore.  Like saving it for a
rainy day."

Putting her food down she walked past me on her way and I grabbed
her arm.  "Where are you going?"

"Bathroom."

"What's wrong, Annabel?  I thought you wanted us to be together
as a family.  We can't do that if we don't have any money,
right?"

"Can you getta job?"

"ME?!?  Are you kidding?  I've got to devote all my time to
school.  College is very difficult and I can't risk flunking out.
 Come on, Baby Girl, we've talked about this.  I need you to do
this for me.  For us and the baby," I said giving her a hug and
kissing her on the top of her head.  I still didn't want to put
my lips on hers after all the cock she had in there.

"I wanna go home."

"WHAT!?!  You can't be serious!  What about the baby?"

"I dunno `bout that.  I just know that this ain't what I thought
is was."

"Annabel you're *NOT* taking my baby away from me, do you hear
me?

"Then come back to the farm with me.  You don't gotta worry `bout
school or money.  You can help my paw-paw on the farm."

"Uh, yea, really I don't think that's going to happen.  Besides
your grandfather hates me and would probably shoot me if I
stepped one foot back on his property."

"No he won't, not once I tell him `bout the baby."

Just then a knock at the door disrupted our conversation.  We
looked at each other puzzled.  No one knows we're here.  I went
to the door and peeked through the peephole to see a distorted
figure of a tall, middle-aged man with a cowboy hat and a bushy
beard.

"Who is it?"

"Russ," came the response.

"What do you want?"

"Carl sent me.  Said maybe I could help you out."

"Help us out how?"

"Can you let me in?  I don't wanna talk through the door."

I looked back at Annabel who had a worried expression on her
face.  She clutched the towel closer to her breasts, trying to
show some modesty but the small wrap still gaped open from her
navel to the bottom, clearly exposing her naked pussy.

"Don't open the door yet, Jake, lemme get dressed first," she
said heading for the bag of clothes.

"Just stay right there, Annabel, let me find out what he wants,"
I said opening the door.  The grinning man stepped in, clumping
his boots as he walked on the concrete.  In his boots he was
about my height.

"WHOA!" he said eyeing Annabel.  "He wasn't lying!"  She
nervously turned away, showing us her back to prevent him from
seeing her bare stomach and thighs.

I shut the door and stood between him and his object of
attention.  "What's this all about?"

"Carl said you might need some money and suggest I come by to
help out, if you want."

"I'm sorry, who's Carl?"

"The manager.  He was just here a little while ago and uh, you
know, was with her," he said trying to look around me.  "Said you
could use some money."

I smiled.  The idiot wasn't such a jerk after all.  "I think
maybe we could work something out."

"JAKE!" Annabel cried out as if it would matter in the decision
making.

"How much?" he guy responded ignoring her plea.

"Eighty for half an hour."

"Can I see her first?  I mean naked."

"Sure, Annabel lose the towel," I told her turning slightly to
see her over my shoulder.

She had been coming down from her drug high for a while and was
slow to respond, but did what I ordered.  He gave a loud whistle
as soon as the towel hit the floor.

"DAMN!" he said removing his hat.  "Worth every bit of eighty!"
He said pulling out a large bill fold wallet hooked to a belt
loop with a metal chain.  What a country hick.  Fishing out four
twenties he handed them to me before approaching Annabel. 
"You're gunna leave, right?"

"I'm afraid not.  I don't know you are or what you're capable of.
 I've got to protect my investment."

"Whatcha gunna do, watch?"

"No, not really.  I'll be here but you can pretend I'm not. 
That's the deal.  If you don't want it, here's your money back,"
I said extending my hand with the cash he had just given me.

"Naw, that's alright.  I wanna fuck this little honey too much to
worry `bout you watchin'."  Taking her into his arms he kissed
her, running his hands all over her body as he did.  Annabel was
"my girl" and was pregnant with my child, so I should have been
jealous watching some stranger pawing her and slobber all over
her face, but I wasn't.  In fact I felt nothing but disgust,
mostly for Annabel for allowing him to do that.  I mean what sort
of girl allows so many men to fuck her without even batting an
eye?  A true whore, that's who.

"Take it out," he mumbled pushing down on her shoulders.  She
briefly glanced my way for approval before dropping to her knees
and reaching up for his belt buckle and zipper.  In less than a
minute she was fishing his cock out through the opening before
wrapping her lips around his swelling member.

I sat at the table she had just been eating and shifted my stare
between them and the muted TV.  His cock looked like an angry red
turkey neck, long and slender with a bulbous head.  Her hands and
mouth worked on it until it was rock hard and slippery with
salvia.

Reaching down, he stood her up, hoisted her over his shoulder
then tossed her onto the bed where she temporarily bounced on the
worn mattress.

"You sure are one mighty-fine little lady," he said unbuttoning
his shirt.  "Mighty-fine indeed."

For the next fifteen minutes my attention ping-ponged back and
forth between some lame game show playing on the TV and the live
porn show playing not more than ten feet away.  He was
relentless, not slowing down or easing off his thrusts as his
long skinny cock battered the very depths of her girlhood.

I was concerned that he may injure the baby as he was going deep
and hard into her.  It wasn't that I cared for the safety of it,
hell I couldn't care less, but that was the best leverage I had
over her and if she miscarried, it would be much harder to
control her.  Sure the drugs will keep her in line, but they
don't have that maternal drive that will keep her under my thumb
until I'm finished with her.

The garbled and painful sounding grunts he made startled Annabel
and I had to chuckle at how ridicules it was.  Why do some guy
make such weird noises when they cum?  Do they think it turns the
girl on or is it some primal urge to announce their pleasure? 
I've never been able to figure it out.  I wanted to laugh at the
garbled clamor emitting from him but suppressed it.  When he
began jerking around like he was having a seizure, I couldn't
contain it and busted out laughing.  Oh my fucking god that was
hilarious!

Seeing a grown man jerking and thrashing around while making wild
animals sounds was just too fucking funny.  Annabel didn't seem
to find the humor and he was oblivious to the fact I that found
his method of ejaculating hilarious.  I wondered if he did that
every time or if he was putting on a show for my entertainment. 
After about ninety seconds of whipping about, seizing and
growling, he finally came to rest on top of her, panting like a
tired old coon dog.  I was still chuckling, staring at the TV to
keep from losing it.  My face was beet red and tears streamed
down my face.  Damn that was funny.

"Are you done?" I asked rolling a joint from the weed I'd gotten
earlier. Rolling over, he turned toward me.

"Yea, I guess," he said still wheezing.  Annabel seemed relieved
that he was finished as she was able to breathe.  I guess the guy
didn't realize that he had been crushing her.  I fired up the
joint and was about halfway finished with it by the time he
rolled out of bed and began to dress.  I didn't want to look at
him for fear of breaking out into uncontrollable laughter.

"You gunna be stayin' here long?" he asked sitting on the edge of
the bed to slip on his boots.

"I'm not sure.  We'll probably leave tomorrow.  I have business
in St. Louis."

"I see.  Well if you want, I've got a couple of buddies who
wouldn't mind helpin' you out with your money problem, if you
know what I mean," he said grinning like a fool.  Yea, I knew
what he meant.  I looked at Annabel whose eyes seemed as large as
saucers.  It's been a really hectic day for her today and I knew
she was tired.  Hell I was tired and she was the one doing all
the fucking.

"Hey, Babe, are you tired?" I asked her.  She quickly nodded her
head.  "Then you should stay in bed, right?"  Again she nodded. 
I smiled.  Poor thing isn't very bright.  Cowboy stood to buckle
his belt and reached for his cowboy hat.

"What do you say?" he asked.

"Yea, sure invite them over.  She wants to stay in bed tonight,"
I said winking.  I heard her gasp as the words escaped my lips
and I shot her a look.  Once this Russ guy left I locked the
door.

"Jake I don't wanna do it no more."

"Annabel, Sweetheart, we've been over this a hundred times.  We
need money and these guys are throwing it at us left and right. 
What am I supposed to do, refuse it?"

"Jake, I'm kinda sore and I ain't feelin' too good."

"You'll be fine, Annabel, just do these two more and that will be
all for tonight, I promise."

She glared at me, clinching her teeth together.  "I wanna go
home."

She was starting to piss me off.  All the whining and complaining
and now she's starting to be uncooperative.  I'm starting to see
what Dad meant about Linda. I guess attitude runs in the family.

"Look Annabel, let's just get through the night and if tomorrow
you still want to go home, I'll take you home."  Her eyes lit up
like the candle in a jack-o-lantern.

"Promise?"

"Yea, sure.  You do these two guys and in the morning if you
still feel the same, I'll take you back, I promise."  She smiled
for the first time in a while.  "That's *IF* you fuck these guys
*AND* you want to go home.  Okay?"  She nodded.

I had no intention of taking her back but she didn't know that. 
I'd find some reason to keep her here with me and continue with
my plans to pimp her out.  I didn't have another choice and if
Dad comes through like he should, I'll be set for a while. 
Reaching for the remote I turned the volume up to hear the TV. 
Annabel turned over to face the wall, still naked as the day she
was born.  I guess she's starting to get used to it.

At nine-forty there was a knock at the door.  Annabel stirred,
but didn't turn around.  She already knew who it was and wasn't
anxious for them to come inside.  A quick check through the
peephole reveled three men standing outside, each wearing cowboy
hats.  I chuckled remembering how Russ made such a grand
production out of cumming.  You'd think the guy was the only guy
in the world who experienced orgasms.  I pulled the door open and
stepped aside, allowing them room.

"Come on in," I side smiling noticing they were all in their
twenties.

"This is the right room isn't it?" the tallest of the three
asked.

"You tell me," I replied waving my hand in a Vanna White style
toward Annabel.

"OH HELL YEA!" the stockiest one blurted out barging into the
room, brushing past me.  The commotion got her attention and she
turned around for the first time, seeing three strangers in the
room with us.

"We're friends of Russell," the only one who hadn't spoken said
staring at the nude body curled up on the full-sized bed.

"Yea, I kind of figured.  He said there were two of you." I said
leaving it open-ended.

"Uh, I'm sorry it's kinda my fault," the stocky one explained. 
"We was out drinkin' when Russ met up with us and told us `bout
her," he said motioning toward Annabel with his jaw.  "He said
you could use some money and we should help you out."  He smiled
and actually had nice teeth, except for the one missing tooth in
front.

"What's with all the cowboy clothes?  It's a little early for
Halloween isn't it?"  The three chuckled.

"Naw, the St. Charles County Rodeo is goin' on `til next weekend.
 You'll a lotta cowboys runnin' `round here and it ain't no
Halloween party."

We all had a chuckle over it.

"Say, you should think `bout takin' `er over to St. Charles. 
Most of the rodeo participants are stayin' `round there.  Most
been away from home a week or more an' it can get pretty lonely
sometimes, if you know what I mean," he said with a wink.

"That's a good idea," I said glancing at the naked young whore
sprawled out on the bed.  "I might just do that," I said stepping
out of the way so they could see her better.  "You know the deal,
right?"

"Eighty for each of us, right?"

"Yea, that's the price.  You can go one at a time for twenty
minutes each or all three for an hour, I'll leave that up to
you."

"I think we'll take the hour, right guys?" the tallest one
replied pulling out a thick leather wallet.  The other two
followed, each rifling through their money to find the right
amount.  One by one they handed me eighty dollars.

"Jake," Annabel called out.  "Can I talk to you?"  I sighed.

"What is it *this* time?" I asked making my way to the bed.

"Come closer," she asked giving a quick glance at the trio.  I
leaned over.

"You said there was gunna be two.  There's three of them."

"Yea so?"

"You promised only two."

"Annabel it's not any more work to fuck three guys than it is for
two so what's the problem?  You're just looking for something to
complain about!  Just do it and stop being such a god-damn baby
about it!"

"Are you still gunna take me home tomorrow?"

"Annabel you're really starting to piss me off!  I already told
you if you still want to go home I'll take you there so shut up
already and do your job!"

"Jake, I don't feel so good," she mentioned holding her stomach.
"I my stomach hurts."

"It's just nerves.  You'll be okay once you get started.  Now
quit all your fucking complaining and get this over with. 
They're paying for one hour and you'd better make it good for
them, understand?  This is a good way to spread the word about
you but only if you're a good fuck, okay?"  She nodded.

When I turned around the guys were in various stages of undress.
The stockiest one was already butt-ass naked and waiting a few
feet behind me for our conversation to end.  The tallest one was
sitting in the chair Annabel had eaten her fries to remove his
boots while the quiet one was hopping up and down on one leg to
get his tight jeans off.  It looks like this might be another
comedy show.

"You boys don't mind if I watch a little TV do you?" I asked. 
The only one to respond was the tall one as he stood to pull his
dusty jeans off.  The other two were already in bed with Annabel,
groping and feeling her up like two sailors on shore leave.

"Naw, it won't bother us none, we've fucked in worser places
`fore," he said grinning.  Somehow I can believe that.

I could tell that this wasn't the first time these guys shared a
girl together as the comfort level was too high and they seemed
very coordinated in their movements.  They knew where the others
were and what to do and seemed to communicated without words as
they each moved around her like ants on a cheese cracker.  Like
an orchestra of human noises, the four of them grunted, moaned
and sighed in concert, sounding in a melodic rhythm.

Most of the time I spent flipping through the channels on TV
hoping for something worth watching. The only time they caught my
attention was when someone made a louder than usual noise or she
groaned.   I was bored watching Annabel fucking as I'd seen it so
many times but it was really frustrating when there wasn't
anything on TV worth watching.  One channel showed an old Steven
Seagal movie and I cracked a smile.  That guy is the worst actor
and his fighting looks so fake.  I'm surprised he's still making
movies.

Shutting off the TV I turned my attention back to the action on
the bed.  They were making an Annabel sandwich with a side order
of tube steak as the chunky one was on his knees while she sucked
his cock.  I don't remember how many times today she'd been
double penetrated but it seems that she's not having any trouble
doing it.

The tallest one was on his back while she laid on top of him,
exposing her round little ass to the quiet one as he hammered
fast and hard into her upturned butt.  His large hands were
spreading her cheeks wide as he watched his cock sawing back and
forth into her stretched-out sphincter.  The fat one held her by
the back of the head with one hand while squeezing his cock at
the base with the other as he pushed it in and out of her throat,
causing her to gag every once in a while.  I looked at my watch
and sighed.  10:33.

"You've got about twenty more minutes," I called out hoping to
get this over with.  The money is great but having to wait for
them to finish is killing me.  I've got to remember to bring a
book or something from now on.  I knew that at least two of them
had already cum once, maybe twice but I couldn't be sure exactly.
 They made a lot of weird noises, nothing like Russ, so I
couldn't tell what was just expression of pleasure and what was
an orgasm.

With a notice given the guys now seemed rushed.  They had been
pretty relentless for the first forty minutes but now that their
time was running short, they wanted to get in as much fuck time
as possible and really went at her.  She was being thrashed about
like a blow up doll during a bachelor party and they had her in a
few positions that I didn't think was humanly possible.

They were getting pretty rough with her, riding her like a bronco
but I didn't stop them.  She needed to be punished for her
disobedience and what better way than to let three guys fuck the
shit out of her.  She'll be sore but maybe she'll learn not to
cross me again.  I smiled when I overheard one of the guys state
that he planned on cumming in each of her holes.  That seemed to
be a challenge to the others and each assertively put their plan
into action.

Twenty-five minutes later the trio was still going strong.  The
tallest one was busting a nut down her throat, joyfully
exclaiming that he had just came for the third time in her third
hole.  Although exhausted from their physical exertion, the other
two enhanced their movements, not wanting to be left out.  Even
though they were out of time I allowed them to finish as I didn't
want them to feel left out of reaching their goal.  It took
another ten minutes before the final customer got his last cum.

It took a few minutes before they all backed away from her,
sweating and huffing as they slowly dressed.  They really did a
number on her and thankfully she didn't give them any problems. 
I saw them to the door and clicked the dead bolt once they left.
Making my way to Annabel I stood over her looking down at her
slim glistening body.  The pumped nine loads of cum into her over
the past hour and a half and she looked like it.

"Go take a shower," I told her nudging her leg.  "I'm not
sleeping in the same bed with you smelling like a used-up whore."

"Can I rest a little?"

"Fuck no!  I'm ready to sleep and you need to clean up!  Now get
out of bed or I'll push you out!"  Slowly she rolled over, nearly
falling onto her ass as her legs gave out from under her.  "Wash
your pussy too, I'm sure it's really funky."  She made her way to
the bathroom, nearly doubled over and holding her stomach.  I
shook my head.  I knew what was happening to her and it was only
a matter of time before I played my ace.

Striping down to my underwear I climbed into bed tired as hell. 
It had been a long day and I didn't really sleep much last night.
 I looked forward to a good night sleep and flopped onto my back,
right on top of a large wet spot.

"Damn it!"  I was lying on cum.  I wasn't sure which of the five
guys it belonged to but it was gross still the same.  I shifted
over, turning onto my side, falling asleep to the sounds of the
shower.  I hadn't slept long when I felt her nuzzling against me,
stirring me from my slumber.  She was shaking like a leaf on a
cool winter day.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm...c..c..c..cold," she mumbled through chattering teeth.  I
reached behind me, feeling material.  Turning onto my back I
pulled the blanket away only to find her wearing a long
tee-shirt.

"What the fuck is this, Annabel?"

"I'm cold, Jake," she whispered trying to pull the blanket back
down.

"You know better than that, bitch.  You sleep naked from now on,
understand?  In fact the *ONLY* time you wear clothes is when I
tell you, got it?"  Without looking at me she nodded.  "Now take
it off."

"Please Jake, I'm really cold."

"I don't give a fuck, take it off or I'll take it off for you!" I
growled reaching for my Bowie knife.   Her eyes widened as she
had never seen it before.  Sitting up she pulled it over her head
before dropping it to the ground.  Returning my knife to my
pants, I laid down, pulling the blanket over us.  She moved
closer trying to get my body heat.  I didn't say anything until
her annoying shaking began bothering me.

"Move away, you're keeping me awake," I said giving her a push
with my elbow.  She did what I told her.  I could still feel her
moving and her teeth were chattering like a windup toy.  "You'd
better get some rest Annabel, you've got a busy day tomorrow."

"You are takin' me... h...h..h...home, right?"

"If you want me to, now get some sleep."  It didn't take me long
until I fell back to sleep but she woke me up again at a quarter
to five.

"JAKE!" she was repeating my name in a frantic voice.  "Jake wake
up!"

"What is it?"

"I'm sick.  I think I need a doctor!"

I sighed.  She's such a drama queen.  Reaching over I flipped on
the light.  She was curled up in the fetal position, sweating and
shaking uncontrollably.

"Jake, I'm really sick!"  I felt her for a fever.  She was cold
and clammy and her skin was covered with goosebumps.  "I need a
doctor!" she cried out reeling in pain as another cramp twisted
her insides.  "I can't hardly breathe!"

"Annabel you don't need a doctor.  What's wrong with you no
doctor can help."

"Wh...what do you mean?"

"You're going through withdraw."

"Wh...what's that?"

"All those drugs you've been taking lately.  You're body is
hooked on them and you're body is reacting to it.  If you don't
get more drugs, you're going to die."

"WHAT!?!  Whatcha talkin' `bout?"

"I didn't want to tell you this before but when you use those
drugs, your body gets so used to them that if you don't keep
taking them, your heart stops and you die."  She laid there with
a stunned expression.

"You mean I'll die?"

"Yes, unless you keep using this," I said lifting the bag of
heroin-laced crack.  Her eyes focused on the bag for a few
seconds until another spasm.  "Of course these are very hard to
find and they're very expensive, I already told you that,
remember?  You won't find them on your grandfather's farm so if I
take you back today, you'll be dead by tomorrow."

She began trembling much more.  I wasn't sure if it was the
withdraw or the news that got her going but either way, I knew
she wouldn't be going home anytime soon.

"I'm gunna throw up," she announced stumbling out of bed, and
falling to the floor as her foot got tangled in the sheets.  As
soon as she hit the musky carpet she lost it, projecting vomit
all over the floor and wall.  Two strong contractions followed by
a half dozen other emptied whatever she had in her stomach.  A
couple of dry heaves produced nothing more.

"Get cleaned up," I ordered very pissed that she didn't make it
to the bathroom before vomiting.  "And bring some towels to clean
this mess up when you come back!" I shouted to her as she
disappeared.

She had been gone for about twenty minutes before I decided to
check on her.  The dumb slut was sitting on the floor in the
corner with her knees to her chest and her arms wrapped around
her legs while rocking back and forth.

"What's wrong?" I asked standing over her.  She didn't answer and
continued staring at the floor.  "Go clean that mess up before it
sets into the carpet," I said reaching down to pull her up. 
"When you're done with that I'll give you one of these," I said
rolling a large rock between my finger and thumb.  She stared at
it for a few seconds before wetting a face towel.  Silently she
cleaned up the vomit and sat on the edge of the bed.  She was no
longer shaking but still was clammy and cold and holding her
stomach.

"Here," I said giving her a piece and her crack pipe.  Dropping
the crystal into the pipe she took the lighter from me before
placing the mouth piece into her lips. "That's it, suck it all
in," I urged with a smile.  She inhaled deeply, causing the
little rock to snap and pop like cereal.  Right away I could tell
she was feeling much better.

"Now you see that wasn't so hard, right?"  She remained stoically
silent.  I waited until she finished before sitting next to her.
"Feel better?"  She nodded, twirling the pipe between her
fingers. "Do you still want me to take you home?"  She didn't
respond.  "You know if I do that you'll be dead within two days,
right?"  She sat up, turning to look at me for the first time.

"I don't wanna die."

"I don't want you to die either, Baby Girl.  You're my girl and
the mother of my child.  I want us to be together forever, okay?"
I said putting my arm around her.  "You know you're my girl,
right?" I asked kissing her damp forehead.  She nodded, forcing a
slight smile.

"Now, do you choose me and life or the farm and death?"  It took
a few seconds before she whispered something that I couldn't
understand.  I asked her to repeat it louder.

"I chose you," she murmured a little louder looking down at the
vomit still splattered on the baseboard.

"Good, that's what I thought you'd say," I said grinning.  "It's
five-thirty in the morning and you need to get some rest, you've
got a very busy day ahead of you," I told her reaching over to
turn off the light.  She sat on the edge of the bed for a few
minutes before crawling under the covers with me.  I couldn't
help but smile.  I had her exactly where I wanted her.

~ end of chapter 11 ~

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