It has been months since the attack. The fetus growing inside of you was making itself known now, having grown so large that it was now impossible to ignore now. You get comments on the street, congratulations and questions to touch your protruding belly. You put your head down and waddle away as fast as you can. You can’t stand to be stared at. You can’t stand all the questions of who the father is. You… don’t know who he is. You still don’t know. All you know is the face in the dark room and a police sketch that you’ve seen broadcasted on TV every now and then. You haven’t heard much about him in recent months, so you hoped that he’s moved on to torment someone else and that he’s forgotten about you… 

You have bigger things to worry about now.  

It was too late for you. You wanted to get an abortion, really, you did, but everyone told you that you were too far along for one. Fetal heartbeat and all that. It doesn’t matter that it’s a rape baby that you don’t want. Just give it up for adoption once it’s born. So it has to traumatize you again? It has to scar your body and mind once more before you’re rid of it? If you weren’t such a coward, you would have thrown yourself down a flight of stairs, or eaten something harmful to the fetus, or hell, shoved something up there to get rid of it! But you did none of that. You let it fester inside of you, like some kind of parasite. No, not a parasite… Logically you know it’s a baby, an innocent baby that didn’t ask to be conceived in such a horrible way…

Every time you think about that night, you feel… You don’t think about it. Not unless it’s late at night and you can’t sleep because the child growing inside of you is restless, or your back hurts too much or your pussy is too wet and throbbing to allow you to sleep without taking care of it first. It makes you feel sick, but it happens out of your control. That man lives rent free inside of your head, and though you didn’t know it yet you also lived inside of his as well. 

Silently, he stalked you in the weeks after he raped you. It was to mostly to make sure that you didn’t report him to the authorities, but he also got a sick kick out of watching the women he raped struggle to put their lives back together after the fact. You were no exception to this rule, and perhaps you struggled the most out of all the women he had assaulted. You withdrew so much that he didn’t even need to threaten you to stay quiet, you did it all on your own without need of coercion. You remained in your house, thinking that it would keep you safe, all while he was able to come in any time he wanted to watch you sleep, completely vulnerable and unable to defend yourself… 

Maybe you made him a little bored. There was no need to scare you, you were already terrified in your own home and on the streets. He didn’t need to remind you of your promise, so he left you for some time, going to another city to do the same thing all over again to other poor women. Though he didn’t forget about you, no, you were a special one that lived rent free inside of his head, to the point that he craved to see you again. Maybe he would rape you again, just for old time’s sake… His cock missed your tight, wet pussy and how you squirted on him like the dirty, piggy slut that you were. For the first time in a long time, he actually dared to revisit a past victim, just to fuck you one last time before he left for greener pastures, so to speak. 

What he saw changed everything. For him, for the better, but for you? For the worst… 

He began to stalk you once again. At first, he only caught glimpses of you, you rarely leaving your house to even go shopping, let alone to work. Did you quit your job due to the stress of the attack? It only gave him more chances to corner you, so he didn’t mind. It took weeks to finally catch you leaving your house and when he did, he could scarcely believe what he was seeing. 

Your belly was heavy and rounded, not pudgy fat like last time nor bloated, but heavy with his child. He couldn’t believe it. He spent the entire day following you around, in awe of your pregnant belly. Was it his? What was he thinking, of course it was his! The dates line up! You kept it? Why? All of his other victims were either on birth control or got an abortion! But not you. What were you thinking? Did you actually want it? Of course you wanted it… The way you squirted on and milked his cock reminded him of this fact. You wanted to become pregnant with his bastard, and you kept it with the intention of raising it! It filled him with a sort of horny glee that he hasn't felt since he first started breaking and entering into women’s homes with the intention of raping them. Just the thought of you walking around with his baby inside of you made him rock hard. He has to see you again! It can’t wait any longer…!

You really wouldn’t see it coming whatsoever. He’s gone, you thought. He won’t be back. You’ll give birth and give the child up for adoption and that will be that. You can go back to your life and move on from it all. Those thoughts plagued you as you went to bed, belly so round that you couldn’t sleep on your back anymore, and had to curl up on your side for any comfort. 

At some point, you managed to drift off into an uneasy slumber. You shift between deep sleep and barely conscious, with nightmares plaguing you. Dreams of your stalker, your rapist, finding you again, fucking you into the bed even as your pregnant with his child. You try to deny that it’s his, for some reason, but it’s like he just knows that it’s his. That you kept it even though you had a very small window to abort it… He strokes your belly almost lovingly as he rapes you once again. 

“It’s really mine, isn’t it?” 

Your skin is sweaty and ticklish as your large belly is caressed. Your pussy tingles and throbs as you imagine his thick cock pounding into you. 

“You really kept it…” 

Hair is brushed away from your face, his slightly sour breath tickling your nose. One of your heavy breasts was grabbed and you moaned softly as it was squeezed. 

“You’re so beautiful…” 

It became hard to breathe all of a sudden. He was kissing you, sloppy and wet just like the first time he did it. You tried to roll your head away but he grabbed your face and held you in place. Your brow furrowed and you found your eyes opening, drowsiness blurring your vision and dampening your reasoning. It almost felt… nice, having your stomach stroked and to be kissed, even if it was by him. Your eyes came into focus slightly, and with a lurching fear you realized that you weren’t at all dreaming. 

Your rapist was actually kissing you. 

Your scream of fear and surprise was swallowed by his mouth, and swiftly cut off as he squeezed your jaw harshly with his thumb and forefinger. You remembered the beating you received the first time you came face to face with him and nearly wet yourself from terror, your vision becoming starry and black as you prepared yourself for pain but- 

“Shhh… It’s okay, baby…” It didn’t come. No, instead he held your face, pinching it until your lips came together, pursed as though ready for an exaggerated kiss. Your eyes were wide and filled with tears, and your pussy suddenly became aroused- wet and pounding with blood as you expected what was to come. 

“Don’t scream… I’m not going to hurt the two of you…” Your rapist stroked your belly again, placing gentle pressure on it as though you were made of glass. Your heart pounded in your neck as you blinked away your tears, a soft whimper leaving your throat as he removed his hand from your face and stroked your hair back with his large hand. 

“You… kept it.” He continues to caress your pregnant bump, almost as though searching for his child inside of you. Your breath came out in choked bursts as you trembled in place, staring at his barely visible face in the darkness as he hovered on top of you. 

“I’ve never had a woman actually keep the baby we created together…” A part of you wanted to scream. Of course you didn’t want to keep it! You just- What? You just didn’t get an abortion in time? How did that sound any better? You felt tears welling in your eyes as he pulled your top up, revealing your heaving belly as you struggled to regulate your breathing. 

“How has it been? Being pregnant with my child?” You made a face at this question. Is he serious? You didn’t want to answer any of his questions, but you also didn’t want him to hurt you… 

“I-It’s been… fine.” You whimper softly. You were incredibly intimidated by this man, yet- No, no ‘yet’! You flinch as he settles in between your legs, still stroking your stomach as he stares at it intensely. 

“Has she been active?” ‘She’? Oh. You swallow thickly as you realize he’s talking about the baby. Well.. it is usually pretty active… You didn’t know the gender of the baby, you really haven’t gotten much care during this pregnancy, if you’re honest… But you decided to not reveal that to him, if you can help it. 

“Well… Yeah…” Even if it wasn’t true, you weren’t going to tell him anything he didn’t want to hear. You were terrified of him, and knew what he was capable of. You felt him leering at you, his hand trailing down from your stomach towards your crotch. 

“Has anyone else fucked you since I’ve impregnated you?” You sniffle as tears of embarrassment well in your eyes. You hesitate a few times, then gather the courage to speak

“N-No…” It wasn't a lie. You haven’t even considered being with anyone since being raped. The thought made you sick, to be honest… Your rapist hums thoughtfully in response. 

“Don’t worry… I’ll make sure you feel good.” Before you could respond- or protest- in any way, he was pulling your pajama bottoms down, much like how he did the first time he raped you. You wanted to grab your underwear before it was yanked down, but you failed to do so before it was already down to your mid thigh. 

“N-No-! I mean- W-Wait-“ 

He ignored your trembling voice, fully pulling your pants and panties down your splayed apart legs. You reached down and tried to cover yourself, even snapping your thighs together as he threw them down to the floor. Instead of getting mad, he put his hands on your knees and began to slowly pry them apart. 

“Don’t worry… I’ll be gentle this time.” Your rapist stroked your knees with his thumbs as he pulled them apart. It was a vain effort trying to keep them close. You cried as your legs were pried apart, your naked sex covered only by your hands as he leaned down towards your pussy. 

“Come on, don’t be like that. Orgasming and having sex is good for the body and for the baby!” You doubted this deeply, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice… He pulled your hands away with ease, leaving you to cover your face with them instead as he ogled at your womanhood. 

“Fuck, I missed this pussy…” He groaned as he traced a line from your clit to your entrance with his forefinger. You were already wet to the touch, which he noticed immediately with a pleased growl as he collected your slick onto his finger. 

“Looks like it missed me too…” He rubbed you in a way that made a slick squelching sound, which made you gasp and whimper in horrified embarrassment. No, no-! This can’t be happening! You feel sick as he leans down, pushing your legs to the side and getting so close to you that you could feel the ghost of his hot breath on your intimate places. 

“Please, don’t…” You whimper pathetically. Your pussy throbbed with anticipation and your nipples became hard. You couldn’t believe that you had become aroused by your rapist…! It’s just reacting like this because of trauma, you repeat to yourself. You gasp as you feel his tongue run across your swollen clit. His beard scratched your inner thighs and your labia, making you itchy and jumpier than you already were. The feeling of a soft, wet tongue rolling against your sensitive little nub made you moan against your will, your hand going to your mouth to silence the noises that threatened to leave your throat. 

Your rapist groaned as he began to eat you out, circling your clit with his tongue before he began to suck harshly on it. If your belly wasn’t so heavy, you would have arched your back from how good it felt. It sent shockwaves up and down your spine that settled in your core and drifted down towards your toes. It was the best feeling you’ve felt since you were raped by him… This realization made you tear up, your head spinning as he spread your pussy lips open and he dipped his tongue lower, down to your entrance where he noisily licked and slurped up the fluids that lubricated your vagina. 

“Mmm-!~ D-Don’t-! N-Not there, please-!” You gasped and pleased vainly as you felt his tongue wiggle its way inside of you. It was too short to give you any relieving pleasure, only just enough to drive you crazy with anticipation and longing for something big and thick. Your hips bucked pitifully, barely able to move at all from the weight of his baby pinning you down. Your rapist rubbed his nose against your clit, moaning at your taste then dragging his tongue away from your quivering hole and back to your throbbing clit. 

You cried out as he latched back onto it, swirling his tongue around it at a steadily increasing pace. He placed his hand on your belly, feeling it heave and roll with your erratic breathing as you neared your first climax of the night. It didn’t take much to send you over the edge. You were gripping your lower face with one hand and the sheets with the other, keening and moaning like a slut as your hips stuttered and your bladder started to fill. 

It came out in a sudden burst. You squirted all over his face, a messy stream that soaked not just his face and hair and beard, but his shirt too. He released your clit and groaned loudly, instead rubbing it back and forth with two fingers as you continued to squirt all over the place. Your nipples began to leak a few droplets of milk, and like the pervert that he was he immediately latched onto one of them and sucked on it hard. 

“N-NO-!~ D-DOOOON’T-!~” 

You wanted to push him away, really you did, even if you didn’t even try to do so. He’ll take whatever he wants… Tears fell from your eyes as he suckled on your lactating breast, your toes curling as you heard him audibly swallow as he drank your milk. His fingers continued to rub hard against your clit, eventually slowing down and lowering towards your entrance where he teased you with his wet digits. 

“Mmm… So fucking good-“ He groaned as he released your engorged nipple from his mouth with a pop! He played with your pussy, making you make that loud SQUELCHING sound as he circled your hole with his fingertips. You panted, muscled clenching as he dipped his middle finger inside of you. 

“Fuck, you’re just as tight as the first time I raped you…” He licked your nipple then began to kiss a line down towards your pussy. He dipped his tongue into your belly button, licking a stripe down until he reached your pubic area. Your entire body trembled violently as he slowly fingered you, gently, as though he had cared for the baby. He placed a gentle kiss on your clit and blew air onto it, causing you to jump and whine from the soft contact. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you'll cum as many times as you did that wonderful night…” 

Before you could protest, he wrapped his lips back around your clit and hooked his finger into you, rhythmically tensing then relaxing it against the roof of your vagina as he sucked and licked on your little nub. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream as he found his pace, the need to cum coming back in full force. You didn’t want to do it. You tried to hold it back, to tighten up and push him out of your body, but you couldn’t. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter, the throb of your heartbeat in your pussy increasing as the coil in your core tightened exponentially. 

“Please- Please- Please-“ What were you even begging for? Release? For him to stop and leave and to never come back? Of course you wanted him to leave! …though now? Right now…? 

You were cumming again, walls clenching down so hard that his finger popped. He pulled his face away and rubbed your G-spot in a way that made you see stars and forget that this was completely unconsensual. You screamed in pleasure, riding out your orgasm on his finger until the stream was just a pitiful dribble. 

“Fuck, you’re such a slut…” He groaned as he began to work a second finger inside of you. You sob as you feel yourself stretching around his digits, another orgasm incoming as he plunged his fingers in and out of your soaking wet hole. 

“So wet… Were you saving yourself, just for me?” You shake your head side to side but your pussy couldn’t lie. You were moving your hips in rhythm with the thrusting of his fingers, moaning wantonly as he bumped and massaged all the good spots inside of you. You were disgusted that your body was responding this way. You try to close your legs but he forces your legs open and grips one of your thighs tight enough to make you wince in pain. 

“Don’t play hard to get, piggy. Keep it up and I’ll have to mess up that pretty face of yours again.” The mere mention of violence had your bladder feeling weak. You go limp, sniffling and sobbing as he brings his lips back to your clit, licking it all over before he takes it back into his mouth. 

You lost track of how many times he made you cum. Your body was quaking and you felt exhausted, totally depleted by the time he pulled his fingers out of you for the final time. Repeatedly, he made you think that he was finished, only to plunge his fingers back inside of you and force you to orgasm again and again. Your thighs and bedsheets were soaked in your juices, as was your rapist’s face and clothing. He didn’t seem to mind though, almost angling his fingers so that your fluids splashed onto him. Your walls were sore as he pulled his fingers out, your body shuddering in relief as you were finally given a moment to relax. As you panted, exhausted, you felt him grab your wrists and haul you into a seated position. 

“Don’t tell me you’re exhausted already. You still have me to take care of.” Your gut twists into knots as he pushes you to the side, laying down and getting himself comfortable in your bed as though the two of you were lovers or something. The sight made you feel nauseous, especially as you heard him unzip his pants and groan with relief as his thick cock was released from its confines. 

“Come here.” His voice was tense but quiet. You hesitated, memories of that night coming back in full force, all at once. You didn’t want to do it, not again. Not again… You were already suffering from the results of that brutal rape, you didn’t want to suffer any more from his cruelty. Yet when you didn’t move, he snatched your wrist and jerked you towards his erext cock. 

“Come here, you fucking bitch!” Your rapist snarled, grabbing a fistful of your hair when you started to pull away from him. He pulled your hair hard, causing tears to well in your eyes from both pain and fear. 

“You will ride my cock and you will milk it dry. Do you understand me?!” Sobbing, you nodded, squealing as he gave your hair a hard yank before letting go with a shove. 

“Good girl. Now, come here…” 

It was difficult getting on top of him, both because of your pregnant belly and because you wanted to do literally anything else. He grabbed your hips and helped you onto his lap, your slit sliding against the underneath of his dick as you settled yourself on top of him. He groaned softly, grinding himself against you and rubbing your hypersensitive clit in the process. You could barely hold yourself upright. Your skin crawled from disgust and overstimulation, yet a part of you also grew even more aroused when he pulled you forward so your hands were planted on his broad chest and the tip of his cock teased your wet entrance. 

“Fuck, that piggy pussy is so wet…” You squeezed your eyes shut and sucked in a deep breath as he toyed with you, him jerking himself off against you and poking at you as he guided your hips up and down on his tip. 

“You missed daddy’s cock, didn’t you, baby?” You cry, shaking your head and choking on your tears as he slowly pushes in, only to pull out before you fully envelope him. 

“N-Nooo…” You whined, core twitching and pussy throbbing as he teases you over and over again. A handful of your ass is grabbed, and your hips are moving on their own, up and down on the head of his cock as he clicks his tongue in disappointment. 

“Don’t be a fucking tease!” He hissed, digging his fingernails into your skin. You winced and tried to escape his touch, but to no avail. 

“You are fucking mine, you hear me?!” He snarled as he thrusted his cock deep into your pussy. 

“EEEEK-!~” 

You squealed as you were suddenly filled. The stretch you felt from his girthy cock burned slightly, but you were well prepared, and it didn’t hurt nearly as much as the first time he raped you. In fact… 

It felt kind of good. 

“Pick up your hips and fuck me. Or are you too out of shape to do that?” He asked smugly as he guided your hips, forcing you to bounce on his cock. Your body was heavy, and forced even more of him inside of you. Already, you felt him hitting your G-spot, your mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as he met your movements half way. One of his hands roamed your body, grabbing another handful of your ass before he gave it a hard SMACK! You squeaked in surprise, then moaned as he grabbed one of your breasts and gave it a hard squeeze. 

“D-Don’t, please…” You whimpered, gasping as you felt him bottom out inside of you. The tip of his cock hits your cervix, an especially uncomfortable feeling given how pregnant you were. A part of your sick, traumatized mind enjoyed the feeling though, your core twitching and tightening every time you sank back down onto his cock and felt something cramp deep inside of you. 

“You’re the one fucking me. Don’t play innocent, slut.” Your rapist grabs your hips and pinches the fat in between his thumb and forefinger. He jiggles your body fat and smacks your hip with his other hand, moaning as he meets your movements with more vigor. 

“You begged me to fuck my baby inside of you.”

“N-No…” 

“Don’t fucking lie.” 

“I- I-“ 

You gasp, then scream as he suddenly pounds into you. It’s not nearly as violent as the first time he raped you, but it’s more than enough to make your entire body bounce like crazy, your breasts flopping around and slightly leaking milk as your pussy tightens around his cock. He groans under you, holding your belly steady as he rapes you. 

“Fuck-! Fuck yes!” He grabs one of your breasts and squeezes it hard, causing milk to come spraying out of your nipple and your clit to throb painfully. You scream in protest, but it’s no use. You feel his hips stutter and hear a moan leave his throat, thick, hot liquid filling your deepest point as you flutter around him and climax hard enough to force him out of your convulsing pussy. 

You pant, trembling and moaning as you squirt on his lap. He takes his cock and slaps it against your slit, rubbing it back and forth against your clit to draw out your orgasm. You’ve cummed so much that it’s almost painful, but your body can’t stop once it’s started. You’re too weak to hold yourself up, so you collapse on his chest. He stroked the sides of your belly, an almost tender gesture in light of what he was doing to you. One your stream becomes a trickle, he pushes you off of him and rolls you onto your stomach, your knees and arms instinctually holding your weight so you don’t crush the baby inside of you. 

“God, you’re a disgusting whore…” Your rapist slides behind you, rubbing himself against you as he leans down and gently wraps his hands around your belly. It frightens you, even though you don’t want this child. You don’t want anything bad happening to it… Not when you're this far along. He doesn’t dig his fingers into your skin nor does he squeeze you, merely holding onto your swollen belly and lifting it so the weight isn’t such a strain on your back. Why… is he doing this…? 

“I can’t believe the mother of my baby girl can cum so much from being raped…” Tears and snot stream down your face, your pussy clenching at nothing and drooling his cum as you wait for him to rape you again. Your body was still painfully aroused, needing, no, craving stimulation in order to get off, in spite of how exhausted and overstimulated you were. 

“You know what you are?” When you don’t answer, he continues regardless. “You are just a breeding sow. A pig whose only use is getting creampied over and over again…” His cock catches on your entrance and you whimper in anticipation. He ruts against you, panting in your ear as he sinks further and further into you. 

“Y-You’re- You’re my personal breeding piggy, and I’m going to impregnate you over and over again-“

“Please, stop-!” 

“-and you’re gonna love every moment of it-!” 

The slap of wet skin, moaning and crying fill your room, loud enough for your neighbors to hear. Your rapist pulls you flush against his body, so his cock is hilted inside of you as he fucks you. It doesn’t matter how many times you cum, he just puts it back inside of you, dumping his seed inside of you until it overflows from around his cock and drips down onto your bedsheets. Your mind became numb to it, your ass grinding against him in a bid to make him cum faster. Yes, that’s why you were doing it… Not because it felt good. All the while, your rapist was grunting and groaning into your ear, going on and on about ‘his baby girl’ and how you were just a hole for him to fuck and impregnate. 

“She’s going to be so beautiful…”

“I know you’re enjoying this.”

“My baby girl can’t come soon enough.” 

“You keep saying ‘no’ yet your pussy keeps trying to  milk me dry.” 

“You better take good care of my daughter, piggy-slut!” He slammed into you hard when he said this, causing you to squeal and cum all over his cock. He didn’t stop fucking you until his balls were empty, just like last time. 

It never seemed to end. He cummed inside of you cover and over again, fucking you until your legs quaked and your mind was completely numb. He continued to belittle you, calling you fat, a piggy, that you were his bitch and only suited to be his personal cum dumpster. The only good things about you were his child, growing inside of you and your pussy that was trying to squeeze him in half. He put you on your side and continued to fuck you from behind, a gross squelching sound coming from between your legs as he fucked his cum out of you. It can’t be good for the baby, right? You stopped caring about anything, retreating inside of yourself as you waited for him to finish with your body and leave you alone, as he did before. What if he doesn’t leave you alone this time…? No. 

No… 

You don’t even remember when it stopped, just that you happened to look at your clock, panting and twitching, and realized it was almost morning. Your rapist had laid his head on your stomach, stroking it lovingly as he cooed at his child inside of you. You aren’t sure what he said, but honestly you didn’t really care. 

At some point, you passed out, and in that time your rapist made himself scarce. You laid on your side, completely naked, spent, pussy red-raw and cum oozing out of you. It happened again… You couldn’t believe it had happened again… You look down at your swollen belly and cry, a cascade of conflicting emotions overwhelming you as you curl in on yourself and weep. It’s a nightmare with no end in sight. You should have gone to the police, you should have aborted his child before it got this big… Your tears soak into your pillow and you try to imagine that literally anything else had happened last night. Maybe that it was even consensual. 

…it wasn't and nothing you could do would make it any better. 

It would only get worse for you the longer your pregnancy went on. Random ‘gifts’ began to appear in your home. First some diapers, baby wipes. Then some cute baby clothes for girls. Then it was large things, like a car seat, an automatic rocker. Even an entire crib was in your room, fully assembled with a patterned mattress and a mobile hanging above it. Every time you found something new, it disturbed you deeply. The crib was just the icing on the cake, a clear message that you were expected to keep the child, or else. 

Or else what..? 

The birth was traumatic for you, painful and lonely, with labour peaking at nearly seventeen hours. You thought that you would be fine with giving the child up for adoption. It would be for the best, after all… But the moment you held his daughter, something inside of you changed. 

She was pink and screaming, sort of wrinkled and wet, but you loved her. You heard that sometimes women don’t feel an attachment to their pregnancy, but things change when the child is born. You honestly didn’t believe it, after all, why would you feel anything positive for your rapist’s child? But you did. You wanted to take care of her, love her, nurse her… Your plans to give her up fell apart. A part of you was deeply anxious. What if he comes back? Now that she was born, you felt an obligation to call the police. It’s the right thing to do… No matter what happens to you, you need to protect this child. It was your duty as a mother, after all. 

Once you were released from the hospital, you basically slept in the nursery your rapist had built for you. It was… surreal, being in there and knowing who had created it. It all reminded you of him. His hands touched everything in this room, including you. But not her… She was the only clean thing in the room, and you intended to keep it that way. 

You stood over her crib and watched her sleep. Being a new mother was extremely stressful, especially because of him. You haven’t seen him since the last time he raped you, during your pregnancy. You haven’t left your house, nor have you left your child alone at all, not even to use the bathroom. She went everywhere with you, and you always had a hand on her, as though she would disappear at any moment. Maybe she would, if her father had anything to do with it. The thought terrified you, and made you hyper vigilant. 

Watching her sleep helped soothe your paranoia somewhat. You made sure she was comfortable, gripping the rail of the crib as you observed her. She was placid, sleeping peacefully without a worry in the world. Good, it should be this way… The pit in your stomach grew as you thought about her father, knowing that you needed to get the police involved, before things escalated further. You took in a shaking breath, preparing yourself for the shit show that was to come. You can do this. You must do this. For her. Just as you were backing away from the crib, you feel as though you are trapped against a wall. 

You tremble, frozen in place as you stare at his daughter. Two large hands clamp down on the crib’s rails, just beside your own. You feel his presence at your back, him looming over you as he looks at his daughter. You hear, really feel, his breath tremble in his chest, his knuckles turning white as he grips the crib tightly. 

“She’s perfect…” He whispers into your ear, your skin crawling as you cringe away from him. Your heart pounds in your ears, your throat tightens as your pussy begins to throb hotly. You gasp as he suddenly grabs your arms.

“N-No-“ 

“I want another…” 

“N-No!” 

CRACK! 

The side of your head is punched, leaving you seeing stars and your ears ringing. His daughter squirms in her bed but doesn’t cry, not even as your tears drip onto her. 

“SHUT UP, PIGGY! Know your place!” He grabs you and drags you into your bedroom, throwing you onto the bed and immediately going for your pants and panties before you have time to recover. You try to fight him off, but he hits you again, this time right between the eyes, causing you to go limp, stunned by the strike so much that you couldn’t even cry or scream. 

“You’re just a breeding sow! A hole for me to fuck and imprenate…” He growled as he flipped you onto your stomach and lined himself up with your entrance. He started to thrust his hips, forcing himself inside of you even though your walls tried desperately to squeeze him out. You are only slightly wet, not at all prepared for such a big cock to be inside of you, least of all because you had just given birth only a few days ago. You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut and you hear the headboard of the bed slam against the wall it was against. 

He grunts as he starts fucking you, hard and fast, his hand clamped over your mouth to prevent your screams of terror and pain from waking his daughter, who was sleeping peacefully in the room next door. 

You never thought of yourself as anything special. Just… normal. Average on a good day, below that on most others. Nobody paid you much attention, and you couldn’t decide if you liked that or hated it with all your being. Maybe it’s for the best… You were never that confident in yourself, thinking yourself a little chubby and short to boot. Most men never gave you a second glance whenever you walked by, though there was always a select few that would cat-call you and fat-shame you, even though you weren’t even that fat… You tried to ignore it but it did hurt your feelings. 

But you weren’t the only one to notice it. 

There was this man that always escaped your notice. He, too, was unremarkable in almost every way other than the fact that he was always watching you. Stalking you… And you were none the wiser to it. Maybe it was due to obliviousness, maybe you never stood a chance even if you were more careful. You would never know, as he had grown to have a liking for you, and decided that you would be his new girlfriend for a night… 

The night was normal, unremarkable, even. It was quiet, a typical weekday night where you go to bed a little late because you were ‘busy’ doomscrolling on social media, a bad habit of yours that you were trying (and failing) to kick. You brushed your teeth and decided to skip a shower, tired enough that you just wanted to crawl into bed and go to sleep. You put your phone on charge on your dresser so you won’t be tempted to use it and you flop down on your comforter and turn the light off, staring at the light that poured in from between the blinds from an outside light post. The yellowish light was harsh but scant enough that it never bothered you too much. You got under the covers and closed your eyes, feeling somehow exhausted and wide awake at the same time. Great, and you have work tomorrow, too… After some time had passed, there was a sound that came from outside your room. 

…thump. 

You furrow your brows but don’t open your eyes. Was it your imagination? Surely it must be… Or maybe it’s some random person going home after a night out. Yeah, that must be it… You relax a little and try to chase the sleep that continued to elude you, when- 

…thump. 

There it was again! You open your eyes and sit up, straining your ears for any other sound. It’s quiet, save for the normal nighttime sounds that surround your home. But you’re still uneasy. You don’t know why, but your hair was standing on end. Did you lock the door? What a stupid question! Of course you did! 

…but just in case- 

You got out of bed and shuffled towards your bedroom door. You had closed it tonight, which was unusual for you. You don't know why you did it. Maybe it was just a quirk of the night being so strange… You grab the knob and twist it, opening the door to the waiting darkness of your house.

…you don’t know why, but you sigh in relief. Had you really expected someone to just be standing there? You relax and prepare to turn all the lights on in your house. Guess it will be another sleepless night… Just as you begin to step out of your door, though…

You scream as a tall, broad figure pushes you back into your bedroom, stumbling backwards and tripping into your bed. The sheets tangle around your limbs but even without this you are totally helpless as the intruder jumps on top of you, straddling your hips and striking you in the face with an open palm. 

SMACK! 

It silences you instantly. It stings. You are stunned, unable to move, unable to breathe as he stares down at you. The unfamiliar face of an older white man meets you, his eyes dark and slightly creased but even in the poor light you can tell they are wild with burning hatred and lust. He grabs at your face, almost caressing your surely reddening cheek with his thumb before he squeezes you hard. He audibly grits his teeth and squeezes your thighs with his legs. You can feel his aroused poking into your stomach, and your already wheezing breath freezes in your lungs yet again. Your lip trembled and you tried to speak through your stunned fear. 

CRACK! 

For a fraction of a second, you didn’t know what happened. One moment you were staring at this man, this intruder, the next your vision is totally black, with starry specks dotting the nothingness all around you. There was a deafening ringing in your ears and heat in your head…

Then there was pain. 

It was dull, almost, but not dim. It rang throughout your skull, originating from your jaw. Your vision came back but instantly it blackened again when you were struck again. 

THWACK! 

A closed fist hits you in the cheek this time, the pain much more intense this time as you were very aware of the impact. Something is broken… 

THWACK! 

Warm blood flows out of your broken nose, getting into your bloodied mouth as you weakly try to raise your arm against your assailant. It only serves to anger him more and his attack becomes even more vicious, if such a thing were possible. 

“You fucking bitch!” He snarled. You don’t recognize his voice either. Why is he doing this to you…? Your attacker grabs you by the throat and begins mercilessly hitting you in the side of the head, over and over again all while swearing at you and degrading you. 

“You whore!”

“Fat bitch!” 

THUD! 

“Who do you think you are?!” 

“THWACK!” 

Nobody… You didn’t think you were anyone! No one special, no one worth much of anything! 

But you didn’t deserve this. 

Your arms are to your chest and you choke, wheezing sobs of pain and terror as the attack continues. Your eyes are nearly swollen shut from the blows you’ve received and all you can taste is bittersweet bile and tangy copper. The pressure on your throat increases, and soon the intruder has both hands on your neck, squeezing you so tightly that it feels like your eyes will pop out of your head. Something shifts in your neck, and all you can think is This is it. I’m going to die in my own house from some lunatic that broke in… Before you fully lose consciousness, the pressure is released and you take a large, desperate gasp of air. 

“Oh, oh baby…” 

His voice was soft as he grabbed at your face and hair. With a flip of a switch, his mood changed, now gentle and cooing over you as you tremble and whimper. The older man strokes your cheek with his fingertips, smooths your wild hair down with his palm. It’s… terrifying. You don’t know what to say or do, so you say nothing as he wipes the blood and saliva from your chin. 

“That’s it… That’s it…” He mutters under his breath. It’s sour on your nose, in spite of all the blood clogging your nostrils and sinuses. You can barely see him, that his face is soft but his eyes still mad with lust and something much darker. 

“You’re different from the rest, aren’t you?” One of his hands trails down from your face and falls to one of your breasts, cupping it and squeezing it with enough force to make you cringe. 

“P-Please-“ You manage to whimper. If he hears you, he doesn’t acknowledge it, too busy touching your body and playing with your hair. It’s enough to make you sick. 

“You’re going to be a good girl, right?” You aren’t wearing a bra, and he takes advantage of this by toying with your nipple, erect from fear. You whimper again as he brings his face close to yours, your lips pressed thin as he kisses you wetly while pinching your sensitive bud. 

A squeak of fear and disgust leaves your throat as you feel his tongue run along your bloodied lips. He tries to force himself inside your mouth but is unable to due to your clenched teeth. He doesn’t try to force it, not yet, and he pulls away, licking the blood from his lips and teeth as you lay there, sobbing and squirming from his rough touch. 

“You’re going to be the best fuck of the month…” That made your blood run cold. Your body trembles, arms going to your chest as the intruder suddenly pulls your pajama top up, causing your large breasts to flop out unceremoniously. 

“N-No-! Why are you- P-Please, don’t do this…” Your voice is harsh on your ears yet barely above a whisper. Unfamiliar due to the strangling and beating you’ve received. The man scoffs, grabbing your pajama bottoms and tugging them down, panties and all, down to your knees. Your protests were met with a raised fist that silenced your protests immediately. 

“Shut up, pig! Begging didn’t save the others before you and it won’t save you!” Your eyes shine bright with terror and confusion, and the man smirks, which highlights the creases around his mouth. 

“Oh yes… You aren’t the first…” He hummed as he pulled your panties and bottoms down further. You are too scared to move, so you just cry, desperately covering your body with your arms and hands as he fully removes your clothing and tossed it to the floor. 

“I’ve been doing this for years…” He leans back and takes in your mostly naked body. You’ve never felt so exposed, so… humiliated. You aren’t sure if you can consider yourself pretty, certainly not beautiful, but this crazy person was looking at you like you were a three course meal, a buffet that would satiate his darkest, most cardinal desires. 

“…and I haven’t been caught yet.” You aren’t sure why, but your mind drifts to a news broadcast where a reporter talks about a serial rapist in a neighboring city. He couldn’t come here, you thought to yourself back then. 

How wrong you were…

“Please don’t do this! You- You can take whatever y-you want from my house! I won’t tell anyone, I- I swear-“ Your heart leapt into your throat as your legs were spread apart. There was no way you could stop him from doing whatever he wanted, but you still hoped, prayed that he would change his mind. It can’t happen to you, right?! You begin to hyperventilate as he laughs while groping your body, pinching and squeezing the fat on your torso, stomach and hips before giving one of your thighs a hard slap. 

“I’ll take whatever I please! And I choose to take you.” His voice sent a chill down your spine. Tears welled in your swollen eyes, sliding down your bruised cheeks. Speaking had taken all the energy you had left, and it was met with mostly deaf ears. You gasp and shy away from the rough fingers that rubbed your bare pussy, rubbing a few harsh circles around your clit before giving it a meaty smack. 

“You should be grateful that you’re still alive.” You sniffle as he unbuckles and unzips his pants. You can’t really see it, but you know it's there, that he was stroking it wetly and guiding it to your slit where you were slightly aroused by fear. Your body knew what was coming and was trying to prepare itself, but you didn’t think it would matter much, especially as your rapist smacked his long, girthy cock against your genitals. 

“You should be grateful I’m willing to fuck a fat pig like you.” He groped your chest, squeezing one breast, then the other, then pinching one of your nipples and rolling it around his finger. You squirm and whimper, fear being the first and foremost feeling you experience, followed by pain and humiliation. Heat was pooling in between your legs, and though you didn’t want it, the intruder was already teasing your entrance, coating it with his precum as he began to push inside of you.

“W-Wait- If you’re- …use a condom, at least. There’s some in- in the dresser-“ Your voice is tiny, broken. Something inside of you was about to snap, and you didn’t know if you could ever fully recover from it. Your rapist laughs, popping the head of his cock in and out of your pussy as though to mock your request. 

“As if I need a condom when I’m fucking some random pig!” He rubs your clit, causing your hips to twitch and legs to cramp as you try your best to remain still as he begins to penetrate you fully. 

“Fuuuck, that’s it…” 

His voice was a low rumble as he sank inside of you. Being mostly dry, it hurt like hell. Your walls burned and stretched uncomfortably, trying desperately to force him out with how tight you were but this only seemed to spur him on further. He began to thrust into you, groaning loudly as you were forced to take him, grabbing your thick waist and squeezing it tightly as he rocked into your unwilling body as you laid there, helpless and crying. 

“When’s the last time you’ve been fucked?” His breathy groan made your stomach flip. You couldn’t remember the last time you’ve done it… Did it make this any worse? Could anything make this better? You couldn’t answer, sobbing and grunting in pain and revulsion as you felt yourself becoming wet against your control. 

“I can’t imagine who would want to fuck a disgusting pig like you.” He suddenly smacked one of your breasts hard enough to make you cry out in pain, your chest bouncing and jiggling wildly until it again matched the movement of the man’s hips. 

“You’re lucky you’re just my type.” His thrusts deepen, until he’s completely hilted inside of you. The headboard of your bed was pounding against the wall, just as his balls were pounding against the curve of your ass. Involuntary sounds were leaving your throat, groans and moans of pain and… something else were leaving your mouth every time he thrusted into you and hit that spot inside of you. 

Your body bounced wildly on your bed with your rapist’s movements. You could feel the fat of your body jiggling as well, accentuated by the man groping at your mostly naked body, pinching and pulling at all your soft places, like he was trying to further mock and humiliate you. He smacked your chest and legs, hard enough to leave red prints in their wake and to cause you to scream and cry in fear and pain. He didn’t seem bothered by the noise you were making. If anything, it seemed to turn him on further, if the increase in the strength and speed of his hips were anything to go by. 

“That piggy pussy of yours is getting so wet…” He purred as he spread your legs open further. A wet SQUISH, SQUISH, SQUELCH accommodated the movement of his hips, your cunt now fully drenched as he fucked you as hard and fast as his hips would allow. In combination with his fingers on your clit, you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning and squeaking in pleasure. 

No, no, no, no-! 

“D-Dooon’t-!~ ‘m gonna-!” You couldn’t believe it. It has been so, so long since you were last intimate with anyone that your body was hypersensitive to all stimuli. As though you weren’t always this sensitive… You gritted your teeth as your toes began to curl. It was already too late to fight against it. You felt pressure building in your core, in your bladder, and though you tried your hardest to hold back, you couldn’t.

You began to squirt uncontrollably all over your rapist’s cock. 

A strangled cry left your injured throat, raspy and unsexy as your walls clamped down around his dick. He groaned in a satisfactory way, almost laughing as you dirtied the sheets and pushed his cock out of your pussy from the force of your orgasm. He continued to rub your clit, prolonging the sensation and sending you into overdrive as you screamed in horror and ecstasy. Just as your stream began to die down and your body dropped from its agonized posture, you were flipped onto your belly. Pulling your ass up, you felt his cock smack your labia repeatedly before pushing back into your sore, sensitive pussy. 

“N-Noooo…” 

The position gave him extra depth. Occasionally, you felt the blunt head of his cock slam into your cervix, causing you to jump with discomfort and arousal. Your pussy was so wet now that his cock kept slipping out of you, you savouring the moments when he wasn’t raping you before he inevitably forced himself back inside you. Somewhere in the midst of it, his hips stutter and his thrusts become shorter and shorter. 

“Yeah! Yeah, yeah, baby-“ You gasp as he pushes deep inside you, cock pressing into the entrance to your womb as something hot fills you up. 

No. N-No- 

You couldn’t believe it. He was- He is cumming inside you! You reach your arm back and try to push him away, but he just grabs your arm and pulls it behind your back. He finishes and you weep, core hot and tight from arousal and fear. Before you can say or do anything, he’s gone back to fucking you, hard and deep. 

“Y-Yeah! Yeah… I love a sloppy pussy…” He moans as he smacks you on the ass. You let out an undignified squeak, then a long, drawn out moan as you are pulverized from behind. Is his cum leaking out of you with each thrust of his hips? All you can hear is the slapping of his balls against your clit and the headboard slamming into the wall with enough force to make you think something would break. The question was what would cave in first: the wall or you. 

“Tell me how much you love it, baby!” SMACK! You scream from the pain and the sudden increase in the force behind his hips. “Tell me how much you love this dick!” SMACK! 

“I- I love- I LOVE IT! I LOVE T-THAT COCK! JUST DON’T HURT ME, PLEASE!” Your voice was barely audible, even though you were screaming at the top of your lungs. Your pussy fluttered around his cock when you said those words, and clamped down every time he spanked you. Your breath is a hyperventilating sob, and you choke on it as you cum yet again. 

The intruder pulls his cock out and rubs it vigorously against your clit, smearing his cum all over your pretty pink slit. You silently scream, mouth agape as your back arches and your hips grind against the cock head that partially buried itself between your folds. Your body shakes, your skin crawling as he groped your body with one of his hands, making you self conscious about your body fat once again as he thrusted into you once more. 

On and on, he fucked you, forcing you to squirt and stimulating you through it before starting it all over again. You were a silently screaming, mewling mess, your hips chasing the feeling that his cock gave you against your best effort to be still. Not noncompliant, but not eager either. But you failed. Your pussy was going crazy, tingling and buzzing and almost going completely numb with pleasure as he fucked you. Your rapist leaned over you and fondled both your breasts at the same time, pinching your nipples and pulling at them almost as if he were trying to milk you like a cow. “Squeal for me, bitch! Squeal!” And through the tears you did, stomach churning with humiliation as you repeatedly squeal like a pig, all while being raped. 

You cum particularly hard when he rolled your nipples in between his fingers and bit down on your shoulder with enough strength to make you squeal in pain. He hilted inside you and groaned lowly, cumming into you as he licked and sucked on your neck. Your body trembled and you shuddered, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you cum alongside him. His cock pops free of your pussy and he finishes on your bed, slapping his meaty cock onto your folds as you squirt with impressive force. He jams his cock back into you before you finish and your hips meet his half way, your mind and body half broken from the brutal fucking you’ve received against your will. 

 At some point, he flips you back onto your back and pins your knees to your shoulders, forcing you into a mating press. By this point, your brain is fried from pleasure, only raspy moans and whimpers leaving your mouth as your rapist ruts into you. He smashed his mouth against your parted lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth and salivating into your mouth. It would have disgusted you… if you were of sound mind. In the moment, though, you weakly kissed him back. Just to placate him, you would tell yourself later, not because you were enjoying such a thing… 

He pounds into your cervix, his cum making you so slick that you couldn’t believe his cock remained inside you. It stirred up your insides, things being smashed and rubbed that you’ve never experienced before. Your climax was building again, against your will, and you laid there limp and compliant as you were fucked into your bed. Your sheets were drenched in fluids and stuck to your body… It would have disgusted you if you had the presence of mind to feel anything at this point. 

“Fuck, I love that look on your face.” He broke the kiss and brushed your hair from your sweaty face. What facial expression did you have? You were barely there, in the moment. You were somewhere else, mentally, trying desperately to think of something- anything- other than what was actually happening to you. But it was impossible to fully escape it. You were so sore, so overstimulated that the slightest involuntary movement on your part was absolute agony. You wanted it to stop already, but he just kept going… and going.. and going- 

You don’t even remember when it finally stopped. Even after he slammed into you for the final time, your knees pressed above your shoulder and his cock balls deep inside you and pressed firmly into your cervix. You are so overstimulated that you couldn’t even feel it, nor that you were cumming again as well, the intruder’s dick firmly pressed into you so your body couldn’t push it out. Even after your body had finally calmed down, he remained inside of you, until he went soft and his cock naturally slipped out of you. Loads of cum follow, dripping out of you and down the crack of your ass. Before it landed on the sheets, he scooped it on his fingers and shoved it back inside your abused pussy. It was darkly flushed and covered in your and his fluids, almost bruised from the force he fucked you with. 

Once he was satisfied with how “cleaned up” you were, he tucked himself back into his pants and buckled and zipped them up. He left you on your bed, half naked and completely disassociated. You don’t know how long you laid there after the attack, unable to think as your body aches and buzzes with left over pleasure. At some point, you begin to strain your ears, hearing nothing other than your ragged breathing and hammering heart. You tried to sit up but didn’t have the strength to do so, collapsing back onto the bed and slipping into an involuntary sleep. 

You slept for nearly twelve hours before you woke back up. You didn’t have to work, thankfully, but you had to somehow deal with the aftermath of what happened. The first thing you did was limp to the shower. You turned the water on so hot that you practically scalded yourself. You couldn’t wash it off… His touch, his semen, it was all over you and inside you! You had a breakdown in the shower, crying and screaming and throwing up as you collapsed onto the ground. You sat under the water until it turned ice cold, and couldn't force yourself out until you were physically  numb from the cold from head to toe. You couldn’t stand being naked, and threw on the thickest clothing you had, even layering them before you tore the sheets off your bed and threw them in the corner with a scream of pained disgust. 

You collapsed onto the floor again and began to cry, uncertain if you were feeling anything or even crying at all. It felt like something you should be doing, so you did it. It takes you hours to leave your room, still partially afraid that the man was still in your house, waiting for you. But you don’t call the cops. You are humiliated, fucked up in a way that makes you irrational. You clear your house and stagger back to your room, collapsing on your bare mattress and stare at the ceiling until your vision goes blurry and your eyes become dry from the strain. 

***

You became a shut in after the attack, finding it nigh impossible to face any people in your daily life. They would see that something was wrong with you and ask questions… You couldn’t handle it. You just… couldn’t. Not only did you avoid everyone, you never reported the attack. Between the fear of your attacker catching wind of this even after your promise to keep this ‘your little secret’ and the humiliation of having been raped in your own bed and having cummed from it (multiple times), you stayed silent. Too much time had passed anyway, you thought, and the possibility of being judged after such a savage attack had your self-esteem and hopes for justice crushed. 

Nearly a month after being raped, you still felt sick. You were throwing up almost daily after that night, but it only seemed to be getting worse the more time passed. You felt the same amount of fatigue from that night too, or maybe that was worsening as well… You know you must go to the doctor, especially after… that, but you dreaded the eventual conversation about sexual partners and why your physical and mental health were in the gutter. You put it off for as long as you could, but after yet another morning of vomiting your guts up, you bit the bullet and made an appointment with your primary care physician. 

You hated waiting in the doctor’s office. The blank walls gave you anxiety on a good day, but right now? You want to puke again… You swallow it down and wait your turn, averting your gaze from a young, overwhelmed mother wrestling with a screaming toddler, and it falls on a magazine with a pregnant woman with a plastic smile. 

Your name is called and you almost jump out of your skin. You train your eyes on your feet, shuffling behind the nurse and feeling an anxious pit form in your stomach as she takes your vitals. Elevated, no surprise there, but within the realm of ‘normal’. You didn’t know how to feel about that but you just stare at the floor and absentmindedly answer the nurse’s questions. “No, no new allergies, n-no, no new pain…” She stared at the healing bruises on your face then typed something on the computer in the room. 

“Any change in your sexual history?” You froze, that night coming back in full force. You blink away your tears and partially nod, partially shake your head. The nurse doesn’t ask for clarification and types on the computer for a while before leaving you to wait for the doctor. 

You felt feverish while waiting. The room began to spin and you felt like the ceiling was about to collapse onto you. You strained your ears, jumping at every closed door and footsteps outside your door. You had barely enough time to get your shit together when the doctor knocked on the door and opened it before you could respond. 

The conversation was disturbingly chipper and plain. He asked about your bruises and you evaded the question. He asked you why you were here. Your mind went blank and you froze. “I was- I have pain… urinating.” You could slap yourself for being so stupid. He nods and orders some labs for you to do. “Just pee into this cup, dear.” It’s hard but you do it, trying not to cry as some urine gets on your hand. You flush and wash your hands, giving your pee away to a smiling nurse who says “You’re free to go.” 

You go home and cry, regretting ever leaving your house. You try to forget the appointment with some shitty movies on some streaming service you keep forgetting to cancel while binge eating things that you normally wouldn’t eat together. A few days pass and you don’t forget the appointment but rather try not to think about it. What if you have an STI? The thought makes you feel… broken. Not angry, not sad just… hollow. You jump when you receive a phone call from the doctor’s office. Oh no- Don’t they only call when something is wrong? You almost didn’t want to answer but this is too important to leave alone. You answer and hold your breath after you say “This is she” to your own name being called. 

“We have received your lab results.” Okay… “You don’t have any kind of infections.” Thank God… “But-“ Your blood freezes in your veins. What- What else could it be? You remember the young mother and screaming toddler, the photo of the smiling pregnant woman, and you feel faint. It can’t be… 

“-we gave you a pregnancy test, per our clinic's policy and it came back positive. We’ve scheduled a follow up appointment where we will be giving you prenatal care and maternity resources. And, if you don’t mind me saying: congratulat-!” 

CLICK! 

You hang up the phone and run to the bathroom to vomit.