Patty woke up early, the mid-summer sun beating through the French windows. Stretching languidly, the beautiful woman rolled out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom for an enlivening cold shower. As the jets of icy water struck her slim body she cried out and laughed like a young girl. Soon, however, she was dressed for work; her crisp dark suit with its almost invisible pinstripe shouted out that here was a woman with class. Patty jumped into her Jaguar and, thirty minutes later she was pulling up at her office. It was Thursday, the day she was due to meet Mary for the second time.

Patty settled down at her desk and Sylvia brought through some freshly brewed coffee. Patty was on tenterhooks, anticipating her meeting with the young girl. Reminiscing about her own experiences as an 8 year old had made her so horny she couldn't wait to be alone with Mary. Trying to make sure that she was as prepared as possible, Patty reached once more for the O'Banion file and opened it in front of her. Bracing herself for more revelations.

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Mary stood by the door of the apartment, her body drooping as she hung her head, forcing her tears to stay inside. Anne looked down at her; she knew that there was something wrong with Mary, but every time she tried to talk about it Mick just laughed. "She's a little girl and little girls get in moods sometimes. Just get to fucking work!" Anne had never been able to stand up to Mick and now he seemed worse than ever. Quick to fly off the handle; she'd had to wear dark glasses to work three times in the last month, and her body was always stiff from the punches and kicks he dished out. 'At least' she thought 'he's not bothering me in bed anymore.' She didn't let herself think about the reason why. Crouching down, Anne put her hand beneath her daughter's chin. "Okay darling, I have to go now. I can't be late for work."

Mary trembled and then, unable to contain herself any longer, she flung her little arms around her mother's neck. "Don't go Mummy! Please don't go!"

"I have to poppet, we need the extra money. What's the matter?"

"It's..... I..... don't go......."

Anne gently took Mary's hands from around her neck and held them as she looked into the 5 year olds eyes. "Look, I have to go now. We'll spend time tomorrow, okay? We can talk about things then." Mary sniffed and looked at her mother, her eyes shining and pregnant with tears. "Okay Mummy. Okay." Anne stood and, with a last look at her little girl, she left. As the door closed Mary slumped against the wall, all her energy gone.

"Mary! Mary! Come here you snivelling little slut!"

Mary cried out and hurried to her father, knowing that she was in trouble.

Mick grabbed his little 5 year old daughter by the arm and slapped her across the cheek; a big red weal instantly enflaming her face. Mary screamed and tried to pull away, the look on her father's face was more terrible than anything she had ever seen. Mick tore at his jeans, releasing his angrily throbbing dick and pulled the little girl between his legs. Roughly jerking her hair, Mick aimed his hard cock between her trembling lips. Not allowing his daughter any time to accustom herself, Mick thrust forward with his hips, his big prick raking the tender skin of Mary's throat as he plunged straight down. Mary gagged and beat her little hands against her Daddy's hips, but to no avail. Mick was beyond reason; his little slut had disobeyed him and was to be punished. Gripping Mary's head tightly, Mick thrust back and forth like a rutting dog, his dick pounding deeper each time. Mary, standing between her father's legs, was no more than a fuck doll on his prick. Her face was red and bloated as she struggled to breathe. With an animal roar Mick thrust deeply one last time and began to come; his thick hot sperm pouring down the little 5 year olds tortured throat. With a laugh, Mick threw his daughter down to the floor. Mary lay at her Daddy's feet gasping for air, a thick stream of come running from the side of her mouth.....(cont)