A Father's Love ~ for UKstud69

[seven_of_nine]

Catlin Maguire
Age 18​

Catlin had been jobless and roaming the streets when she first met Jerome. He shared his smokes with her and listened to her moan about her troubles. He treated her like a woman, not a little girl. Catlin lied about her age to him, despite how young she looked and he appeared to buy it. She told him all about how she had moved around with her traveller parents as a little kid and was hopelessly behind the other kids by the time she got to secondary school. She told him what an bastard her dad was and how she hadn't seen him in over a year. She knew her mum, Shannon, was still in love with him but she would never admit it. There had never really been anyone else. She told Jerome how she was bullied at school for being a 'stupid pikey' and how she had no friends. She told him how she hated her mother for being so weak and stupid and refused to let her tell her what to do. Jerome listened and he understood. He shared anecdotes about his own childhood. When he kissed her she melted in his big strong arms, convinced that he was the love of her life.

The following week he invited her to a party and she sneaked out in order to go. By this time he was supplying her with cannabis, buying her cigarettes and booze. She arrived at the party in a skin tight dress and heels. She knew Jerome was in a gang but the way he talked about it, she knew it was because of where and how he had been brought up, that he wasn't really that kind of guy. Catlin knew she would be there at the party as his date... his girlfriend. She could hear the music from the end of the street and had to knock on the door of his flat a couple of times before he answered it. Jerome kissed her and led her straight through to his bedroom. Catlin froze in the doorway, suddenly way out of her depth.

"Um... I thought you were throwing a party." She stammered.

Footsteps came through the flat towards them, lots of footsteps. The warm smile dropped from his face and he grabbed her throat, backing her up against the nearest wall.

"You are the party." He sneered, shoving a hand up her dress and into her knickers while Catlin squirmed and fought for air. Her eyes bulged further as his thick finger probed her bone dry pussy.

"Well?"

Five other men had piled into the room and one of them, the oldest and nastiest looking, was obviously in charge. He stared at Jerome expectantly.

"Virgin cunt, Dimitri." He announced triumphantly, before staring into Catlin's panic stricken face once more. "I knew it."

The gang boss grinned and slapped Jerome's shoulder. "Welcome to your initiation."

Jerome produced a flick knife and held the blade clearly in Catlin's fading field of vision. His eyes glittered with malevolence. He had the other gang members to impress. "Scream the place down bitch and I will cut out your tongue, understood?"

Catlin nodded fractionally and he released his grip, shoving her towards the other men and the bed while she was still winded.

~~X~~​

Catlin curled into a ball as a boot in her gut told her that it was time to get up. She crawled off of the mattress she slept on with Nikki, another irish traveller girl, knowing better than to hesitate. All the girls raced for the shower and got in the cubicle two at a time before the hot water ran out. Nikki and Catlin got in together and washed one another.

"Fucking dykes, look at them."

A Croatian girl called Karina fancied herself top cunt because Dimitri occasionally still fucked her. She hated Catlin and Nikki because they took little to no notice of her. The one time Karina and 3 of her bitches had started a fight with them the two traveller girls had knocked the snot out of them. They wouldn't have the strength to do it now but the pecking order had been established and since they posed no threat to Karina's own delusions of grandeur, they mostly ignored one another. None of them wanted to be on the receiving end of Dimitri's anger again for damaging his merchandise.

Catlin's gut lurched and her bones ached. The drugs they got were shit cut with even more shit and her tolerance was such now that the hit she got in the morning never lasted her until they woke her at night. She collected her evening smoke, went back to the tiny bedroom she shared and Nikki was there. She took Catlin in her arms and the two girls kissed lazily, diving back under the covers for warmth.

"Here." Nikki passed Catlin her smoke and they shared it companionably. By sharing smokes they managed to eke their hit out longer but it was still never enough. Once that was finished their kisses became urgent, their fingers finding one another's cunts. Lips suckling on tiny nipples. For all the sex they had they never orgasmed with the selfish punters. The rush of coming on top of their meagre hit of heroin was the the only preparation they could make for the night ahead. They fired one another up in unison, a ritual now.

"Take what you can." Nikki gasped.

"Give nothing back." Catlin answered.

She came shaking onto Nikki's fingers, gasping quietly into the other girl's mouth as she bucked. Nikki responded with her own climax, moaning more audibly. The girls wasted no time afterwards, knowing they would be missed. After forcing down their rations of food the girls dressed, did their make-up and sat downstairs in the lounge.

Dimitri's brothel was in a large, isolated and semi-derelict house on the outskirts of town. Once he had rigged power and water he had absolutely no interest in making the place comfortable for its occupants. The doors all had bolts, some were reinforced, some had padlocks. There was no way out and even if she ever managed to breathe fresh air, there was 6ft razor wire topped fencing around the whole property. Drugs were sold from the dining room, the lounge was where the girls were showcased. The drugs were processed in the kitchen and utility room, girls working naked under armed guard so that they could steal nothing. Dimitri's gang was called the Kalashnikovs, or AK47s. He was a Russian in his 30s who had been involved in sex and drugs trafficking for years.

It didn't take long before someone took a shine to her, it never did. Tonight her first customer was a tall guy in his forties, well dressed and with a wedding ring. If these women only knew what their men were capable of getting up to. He bought some cocaine and let her have a line. She lay there unresisting as he pulled off her little green bikini top and denim skirt - the only things she was wearing. The ink on her side was one of Dimitri's brother's designs and a sign that she belonged to the AK47s. She watched indifferently as he freed his cock and jerked it into life before rolling on a condom and trying to jam it into her dry cunt. He swore and spat into his hand, lubricated himself and then forced it in. She lay on her back with her arms around him and made a few token moaning sounds, which spurred him on.

"Yeah." He groaned, "take it for daddy."

Catlin froze, her whole body tensing as she gave him her full attention for the first time since he took her upstairs.

"You're not my fucking daddy." She snarled.

His own mask slipped and his face contorted into a sneer of contempt. "When I want your opinion I'll fucking tell you what it is." He hissed. His cock just got harder inside her. Men were all the same; power turned them into bastards. He slipped back into his fantasy and became gentle again, rubbing a thumb over her nipple and gazing down at her like she was the love of his life. "Now... tell me how much you want daddy's cock."

Catlin rolled her eyes and elected to get the charade over with. If she got another complaint Dimitri would beat her bloody and leave her working in the kitchen for a week. She widened her eyes in a parody of innocence and made her voice quiet and breathy.

"Oh I want it so bad."

It was going to be another long night.

 

[seven_of_nine]

By the end of her night's work Catlin's skin was crawling and not just with disgust at the men she had been forced to fuck. She was tired, hungry, withdrawing and freezing cold because there was zero meat on her bones. The men were often lazy and expected her to do all the work. This last guy was a nightclub bouncer who had just finished his shift and all he did was lay there while she gyrated half-heartedly on top of him. By the time he had finally blown his load Catlin was faint, nauseous and aching all over. She went downstairs and asked for her hit but when she got it, it was a tiny amount of powder.

Dimitri wasn't a fool. Men knew his girls were all on junk, they just didn't want to see it. They didn't want to look at track marks and puncture wounds. He certainly didn't want them considering their risk of hepatitis or HIV. The girls mostly smoked their drugs but sometimes he wound up distributing powder that needed to be cooked up.

"Oh no... you're joking." Catlin stammered.

"Take it or fucking leave it." Dimitri replied.

"That's not enough. It's nowhere near enough. Please."

Nikki appeared at her side, equally dismayed at what they had been given.

"I've been shaking all night Dimitri. Otto cuts everything to shit. It's bad for business." Nikki's voice was low pitched and non-combative but nevertheless, the other girls were beginning to prick their ears up. Dimitri snatched back the drugs, palmed a few more wraps and then dragged both girls by the hair up the stairs and into the master bedroom. The girl trying to sleep in there instantly fled. Dimitri flung them into the en-suite.

"Wash your filthy holes out." He snarled. "Then come back here and tell me all about my fucking business."

"I'm so sorry." Nikki told Catlin as they scrubbed themselves at the speed of light. "I shouldn't have said anything."

Catlin pulled the blonde girl into a tight hug. "At least we're not alone with him." She whispered. Nikki nodded. They scuttled naked back into the bedroom.

Catlin's bones were splintering. Her head was going to burst. She was feverish and freezing all at once and Dimitri's rage would have made her throw up if there had been anything at all in her gut. As it was the nausea just rolled around the pit of her stomach. She knew that Nikki was in no better state as they stood side by side and faced their nemesis. Nikki stiffened her spine and made herself speak.

"I'm really sorry Dimitri, I shouldn't have said anything." She forced some of the tension out of her limbs and gazed up at him from beneath her lashes, her meaning clear. "We're grateful for what you give us." She lied. "Maybe you can just give Catlin her hit and let her go and rest."

Dimitri's face split into a sinister grin and he backed Nikki against the nearest wall by her throat. "You think I don't know she's your little girlfriend?" He sneered. "You think I walk around deaf and blind?" He squeezed her throat. "It's bad enough that I got 2 little dykes under my roof but you have to start running your mouth and trying to tell me my business. You think I'm going to stand for that?" Nikki was red in the face now, Catlin could only stare, too terrified to say anything. Her experiences with men had been so horrific so far that she genuinely believed herself to be gay and so did her girlfriend. Nikki was fading by the time he spoke again. "I should beat the living shit out of you." He murmured.

Then Dimitri turned on his heel, strode over to Catlin and punched her in the face. Nikki dropped to her knees against the wall, barely conscious.

"But it will hurt you far fucking more."

He watched Catlin crumple and kicked her in the gut.

"If I fuck up your little dyke bitch."

He stared down at Catlin, who just lay at his feet, too utterly terrified even to curl into a ball.

"Get up!"

Catlin's tried valiantly to comply but she was badly winded. Dimitri yanked her up by the hair. He pulled his belt out of his jeans and handed it to her, then stood Nikki back up with her face to the wall. He then sat down on the bed to watch.

"You hit your little girlfriend as hard as you can, or I will make you wish you had. All over her arse, thighs and cunt."

Catlin bit her lip and did as she was told but tired quickly. Dimitri had stripped naked by this time and he took over, lashing some more strokes across Nikki's flesh for good measure.

"So this is how it is for my two little dyke cunts. Whenever one of you steps out of line I'll punish the other one. Is that fucking understood? Any more of this bullshit and nobody will ever find your bodies."

They knew he wasn't joking. Girls who became sick or got an STD like herpes were taken away and never seen again.

"Yes Dimitri." The girls instantly chorused.

Dimitri produced some bigger wraps and needles still in their sterile wrapping from the leather jacket he had dumped on the floor. He knew the girls were in no fit state to cook up so he did it for them, heating the drug in a teaspoon along with a drop of water from the sink. Good gear and clean needles was a real treat for them, something that deeply wrong-footed the two battered women watching his every move.

Catlin could no longer stand. She had a couple of busted ribs and her cheekbone and eye socket were on fire. She knelt and watched Dimitri, unable to believe that he actually intended to give them a decent hit. When he finally handed her a warm syringe she hardly dared to take it from him. She was rattling so much by that time that she couldn't have successfully pierced a vein without ruining her arm in the process. Nikki was in the same state. Dimitri strapped the girls arms up and then injected both of them. He cradled Catlin in his arms as the heroin shot home.

Everything fell away from Catlin; her physical pain, her emotional anguish, her terror and her shame... they all just vanished. She was left floating on a cloud of utter bliss. This was what it had been like when she first started using but it took more and more junk now.

"Yeah bitch, honey in your veins. Dimitri always takes care of you." He murmured. He put the two girls on the bed and left them while he took a piss and had a smoke. The girls came around facing one another, with Dimitri caressing the pair of them, stroking their nipples and rubbing their clits. "Come on girls. Show Dimitri how much you love each other."

Catlin and Nikki started kissing lazily. Dimitri pulled on his jeans and marched back through to the kitchen, where he grabbed the back of Otto's head and smacked it down onto a scrubbed wooden table. He spoke in Russian, his displeasure evident to the other gang members in the room.

"I got a lot of strung out girls back there. Girls who can hardly fucking work. You must think I'm stupid." He snatched up a knife. "Do you think I'm stupid Otto? What you done, cut it again, flicked the wraps?"

Otto started protesting his innocence and begging for mercy.

"Spare me." Dimitri's head snapped up and Jerome straightened slightly as he awaited instruction. "Find what my brother has stolen from me. Then waste him." He said, in English. Otto, uncomprehending, continued to babble in his native tongue.

Dimitri snatched up a bottle of vodka and strode out without a backward glance while his men closed in on Otto. Back in the master bedroom the girls were getting more turned on, grinding against each other's thighs.

"You two are quite the double act." He muttered. Dimitri knelt over them stroking his cock... biding his time.