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The fact that he thinks my dignity and self-worth can be bought as cheaply as my pussy makes me legitimately sick. If I'd wanted to be a porn-star, I wouldn't have bothered going to college; and no amount of money or luxury trips can heal the wounds these 'men' have inflicted on me.
"What's in all this for you, exactly?" I demand, turning to my rapist. "What cut are you taking from the proceeds? Or are you just in it to fulfill your own fetishes?"
"Me personally, I love to breed beautiful women, especially married women," he says without shame, "then I watch their bellies grow and swell with my progeny while being taken care of by their caring and clueless husbands or boyfriends. It's even more beautiful when I get to see my children emerge from between their thighs and know that I'm the cause."
"Like I said earlier," my husband explains, "we have overlapping interests."
"You didn't actually answer my question," I point out to them both. "I asked you how big your cut is, and you tried to pass it off as just a way to fulfill your fantasies."
"I'm already well endowed," my rapist responds, "so my cut is a modest 10% of the proceeds from each sale. The ten grand I paid to have my way with you was the seed capital for setting it all up. Your husband is the brains and the books, and I'm just the talent."
There's so much more I want to ask these two scumbags, but I've had the most exhausting day I can remember having and really want to sleep. Besides, there's no way I'm just going to go along with this forever. If it weren't for my children, I'd have already run screaming from the house and called the police. Tomorrow, I'll plan my escape.
"You're both going to hell." I inform them both with a yawn.
"I love you too, sweetheart," my husband replies without a shred of irony.
To be continued...
- COMMENTS
Anonymous4 months agoThis is what she get's for not calling the police and being willing to hide this from her husband.
Anonymous9 months agoI like this story. Following her through her ordeal of being raped and having to come to grips with the fact that she responded for him.
She knows deep down that her purpose is to become a Broodmare for white men. Culturally it’s what she’s for.
Anonymous9 months agoI can't say I disagree with the comments, but remember she is far from innocent.
She was willing to silently have another man's child and pass it off as her gusband's.
So she has her own deep kinks.
Lovemaster1239 months agoSo fantasy about cucking her husband, but now she got what she desires but just not in the way she wanted and she got angry? *Roll my eyes* what a selfish and self centered bitch, good job author, a lot of people including me gonna enjoying her suffering A LOT.
Anonymous9 months agoWhat can i say? She is a bitch and deserve this fate, if anything this is poetic justice.
Anonymous9 months agoThis is just weird. There's plenty she can do, especially when law enforcement and her lawyer dig into the electronic evidence of who set it all up. It is a bit rich that she's all upset, when she was getting off on it all. They're all scumbags, but she still has the upper hand and if she doesn't take plan B every time she's raped, she gets what she deserves. She should pack and leave, with or without the skin rats, but this story is too fucked up for the character to do something that makes sense.
Anonymous9 months agoOnce she has the positive preg test and her baby bump just begins to show itself; she will come around and accept this new baby in her belly
Anonymous9 months agoI’m of two minds about this story.
On the one side, fapping to the rape is the same as always. You can *write*, and that is done beautifully so. Every thought and emotion, from sick joy to actual disgust, is expressed, all from the woman’s perspective and the intense self-hatred she feels for not only herself but to her own husband for doing this to her, and to her rapist who has graduated from forbidden fantasy to horrific nightmare. In other words, reality rudely interrupted.
On the other, you also delve quite deep into the psychology of the people present. I could have never dreamed that the impossible fantasy that started in chapter one and two would have ended up like this. It is wonderful, a treat for the post-nut clarity (I say “treat” but it is the wrong term). Because this is actually rape, and a deep betrayal, not only of her own morals but the knowledge that her own husband is willingly and cheerfully abetting the rape, and she knows that if this weren’t the case she’d have gone on fantasying about getting raped by a marvelously hung White stranger and forced to bear hybrid children all underneath her husband’s ignorant nose. What I’m getting at in essence is she doesn’t have the luxury of feeling guilty, only loathing; if the situation was different, nothing would have changed.
This story is a true testament to your writing. I’m glad to have, and continue to, read it. The sex is delicious and the guilt even more so, because consequences are a bitch.
Incidentally, the tender aside with the baby. It’s the only innocent thing in this story, and all three care for it, well maybe not the mother, she’s biologically bound to care for it momentarily, but I’m glad you didn’t forget the baby in the room lol
