Story: Brea Comes Home From College, Part 19

Previous chapters:
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When Claire’s reckoning came, every part of it had been perfectly orchestrated by Brea. 

Brea started having Claire take pregnancy tests a few weeks after her anonymous gang-rape by Brea’s family, and they quickly returned the result that Brea was expecting – Claire was pregnant.   

And the father was Michael – the only person whose sperm had actually been in Claire’s pussy.  Although as far as Claire knew, she had been raped by several different anonymous men, and the baby could belong to any of her rapists. 

She was distraught.  She didn’t believe in abortion – and that meant she would have to carry her rape-baby to term.  She would be an unwed pregnant teen.  The world would think she was a slut.  She would have to drop out of school. 

Brea consoled her – by stripping her naked and licking her cunt until she calmed down.  They were in Claire’s bedroom at her home.  Brea always had fun being extra loud in her lesbian encounters with Claire here, because she loved watching Claire squirm, worried her parents would hear. 

Of course, on that night Claire’s mother was away on a business trip, and her father absolutely *was* listening, and stroking his cock, waiting to do what Brea had instructed him to do. 

He waited until Claire and Brea were in the deepest throes of their passion, and then burst into Claire’s bedroom. 

“What the fuck is this?” he demanded.  “When did my daughter become a lesbian slut?” 

Claire tried to jump up, but Brea was still on top of her, and Brea continued to hold her down, while pretending that she was just having trouble disengaging from Claire.  Claire was completely nude, and Brea’s position prettily framed both her tits and cunt for her father’s gaze. 

“Daddy!” Claire exclaimed.  “It’s not – I mean…” 

Then her father’s eyes fell on the pregnancy test, which Brea had deliberately left in a pre-arranged spot on Claire’s desk. 

“What the fuck is this?” he said.  “Claire, are you… pregnant?” 

Claire immediately began to cry.  “I’m sorry, daddy.  I didn’t mean it…” 

“Who’s the father?” her dad demanded. 

“I don’t know!” wailed Claire. 

“Oh, you’ve fucked that many boys?” her father said.  “It figures, what with the way you’ve been cockteasing me – your own father – these past months.  You just want any cock inside you, don’t you, Claire?” 

“No!” cried Claire.  “No, please…” 

“Well, it’s about time you got what’s coming to you,” growled her father.  “It’s not like you can get any *more* pregnant now.”  He looked at Brea.  “You – get off her, but if you know what’s good for you, you’ll hold her down for me, or else the police will hear about you raping my daughter.” 

Brea shifted to be on the bed near Claire’s head.  She put her hands on Claire’s shoulders, holding her down on the bed.  “I’m sorry, Claire,” she said, with absolutely zero sincerity. 

“No, daddy, please…” protested Claire. 

But her father was already moving onto the bed, between her legs, and extracting his cock from his pants. 

“Shut up, you little whore,” he spat.  And then he lifted her legs, pulled her waist up, and pushed his cock into his own daughter’s pussy.  To Claire’s shame, it was still soaking wet from Brea’s tongue, and it accepted her father’s dick almost eagerly. 

“You really do deserve this, Claire,” whispered Brea.  “Nice girls don’t cocktease their own daddies.  They don’t get pregnant and not know who the father is.” 

Claire’s father began to fuck her, and Claire’s tears turned into loud wails of distress and violation. 

“Shut her up,” instructed Claire’s father, looking at Brea.  “Use your cunt.” 

Brea obligingly moved to straddle Claire’s face, and lowered her pussy over Claire’s mouth to muffle her protests.   

After a moment, Claire, well-trained by Brea, began to lick.   

Brea smiled, and leaned forward, and kissed Claire’s father on the lips.  Claire could see nothing except Brea’s fuckhole now, after all. 

“Slap her tits,” she whispered, after the kiss. 

“Claire, you need to be disciplined,” Claire’s father said.  And he began to slap and punch at Claire’s breasts as he raped her. 

In this combination of erotic circumstances, it didn’t take long for Claire’s father to reach orgasm, and ejaculate into his daughter’s babymaker.  Claire bucked and writhed in pure humiliation as she felt her father cum inside her. 

When he had spent his seed, Claire’s father pulled out.  He went around to Claire’s head, and Brea got off, to allow him to push his cock into Claire’s mouth. 

“Suck it clean, you slut,” he told her.  And Claire, helpless, did as she was told, cleaning her father’s dick with her mouth and tongue. 

But her father wasn’t quite done.  He had one final thing to do – something Brea had told him he could do to his daughter. 

He began to piss into her mouth. 

And if he had any further doubts that his daughter was a disgusting slut, they were removed when she began to obediently drink his urine without a word of protest.   

In Claire’s mind, the final barriers were breaking.  She had was pregnant with a rape-baby.  She had cockteased her own father into raping her.  She was drinking her daddy’s piss.  She didn’t know how she had ever thought she was a nice girl.  She was so clearly a disgusting whore.  She deserved this.

 When he had emptied his bladder, Claire’s father pulled his dick out of her, and then said, “Now, get out.” 

“What?” asked Claire, shocked. 

“Get out of this house,” said her father.  “Take nothing with you.  I paid for your clothes.  I paid for your phone.  I’m keeping them.  I don’t care where you go, but a slut like you isn’t welcome under this roof.  Take your lesbian slut girlfriend with you.” 

Claire burst into fresh tears – but her father was serious.  When she didn’t immediately move to leave, he made it clear he would physically throw her out of the house if she didn’t start moving. 

And so Claire ended up naked on the front lawn of her house, with her father’s cum dripping from her snatch. 

Brea had dressed again – her clothes hadn’t been confiscated, and being dressed herself would only heighten Claire’s feelings of vulnerability and humiliation. 

“I’ve texted Michael,” she said.  “He’s going to come and pick us up.” 

And sure enough, Michael did turn up soon, driving his father’s car.  He didn’t have a licence, but he knew how to drive, and was prepared to risk it for this special occasion. 

“Brea, you’re in the back,” he told his sister.  “Claire, you’re in the front passenger seat.” 

Claire and Brea quickly got in, but once they were in, Michael grabbed Claire’s hair, and pulled her sideways, bringing her head down towards his lap. 

She struggled a little. 

“Shush,” he told her.  “You’re naked.  I can hardly drive around with your tits showing.  Lie down, so no one can see you.” 

She stopped struggling, and allowed herself to be brought down so she was half in the passenger-side footwell, and half draped across Michael’s lap. 

Michael then adjusted his pants and took out his erect cock. 

“And make yourself useful while you’re there,” he told her, and guided her mouth down onto his dick. 

Claire made another little choked sob, but obediently took his cock in her mouth, and began to suck. 

“Good girl,” he told her, as he started the car.  He used a free hand to stroke her hair.  “Don’t worry, Claire, it’s all going to be okay now.  Brea says you’re pregnant with a rape baby.  She says you cockteased your father into fucking you.  I know it’s scary to be a pregnant teen slut, but I’m going to look after you, okay?  No one else would go near a disgusting slut like you, but I care about you, and I’m going to make sure you’re okay.  Do you want me to look after you, Claire?” 

She didn’t – but at the same time she was so confused and desperate.  She owned literally nothing – including clothes.  Her tits hurt and her pussy was full of her own father’s cum.  She had a baby in her belly and no plans, no home, no hope. 

So she nodded, with his cock still in her mouth, and made a muffled noise that might have been, “Yes.” 

“I know it’s distressing,” said Michael.  “Here, this will help calm you down.”  He leaned, and reached, and Claire squealed as she felt something pressing against her pussy.  She wiggled her legs in surprise, but she could not prevent Michael sliding the thick dildo up into her sperm-lubricated pussy and pressing the button to start it vibrating. 

“Just keep that inside you,” he told her.  “It will help your brain.” 

Claire didn’t want her pussy stimulated, here, naked in a car, with memories of her father raping her still running through her mind – but it did feel good.  And the feeling of arousal *did* make her distress seem less imminent and urgent.  And besides, she had no choice – unless she wanted Michael to throw her back to the curb, nude and helpless.  So she squeezed her legs to trap the lewd object inside her fuckhole, and obediently sucked on Michael’s cock. 

Michael started the car, and began to drive. 

“I know that nobody is ever going to like you or respect you again, and that’s going to be tough,” said Michael, with one hand on the wheel and the other stroking Claire’s hair.  “When they learn about how you got pregnant from rape and don’t know who the father is, they’ll make jokes and laugh at you, and you’ll never get invited anywhere unless it’s by a boy who wants to fuck you.  Everyone will talk about you behind your back.  The girls will pity you, and be disgusted by you, and hope that they never end up like you.  The boys will wonder what it must have been like to rape you, and think about doing it themselves, because clearly your legs open easily for cock.” 

Claire started to cry.  As Michael felt her first tears drip onto his thighs, he had to fight the urge to cum right then and there.  Getting a blowjob from a crying girl had turned out to be one of his favourite hobbies, and the fact that it was Claire made it even better. 

Plus, it would be educational for Claire to get practice at crying while being sexually aroused, and to focus on his pleasure even when she was weeping. 

“And just imagine what will happen when they learn you seduced your own father,” Michael continued.  “They’ll never believe you were gang-raped then.  They’ll assume you willingly got impregnated via gangbang.  They’ll believe that you deliberately arranged to put a gangbang baby in your womb, because it made your pussy wet to do it.” 

Her tears intensified.

“And I know you’re worried about how you’re going to afford that baby, Claire,” he went on.  “Proper obstetric care isn’t cheap – and then there’s the cost of raising the child once it pops out of you.  You’re not going to be able to get much work once your belly swells up and your tits start leaking milk.  I imagine you’d probably need to try and find men to fuck you for money, maybe once or twice a day, just to pay the bills.” 

She was wailing now.  She might have taken her head off his cock to suck in more breath, and cry louder, but he was holding her head down with one hand.  Having her life in shambles was no excuse for giving a bad blowjob.  She would learn this. 

“But I can save you, Claire,” said Michael.  “Because I love you, even though you’re such a disgusting slut.  I can see how beautiful your tits and pussy are, even though you’re so stupid.  I want to look after you and care for you, Claire, and make it all okay.” 

He leaned, and reached down again, and pushed the dildo tighter up inside her.  She wiggled, and gasped, around her mouthful of dick. 

“That’s all right, Claire,” he said.  “It’s okay to cum when you feel good.  Cumming is a good response to feeling sad and humiliated.  Why don’t you cum for me?  If you cum for me, I’ll make it all better.” 

And he pushed her head down tighter on his cock. 

She could barely breathe now, and she struggled a little.  Michael had no intention of letting her suffocate, but also she needed to learn that his dick was more important than her oxygen.   

“Good little slut,” he said.  “Suck me, and cum for me, and I’ll fix all the bad things.  Dumb little fucktoy.  Just focus on your pussy like a good girl.  It must feel good, with all your daddy’s cum inside it…” 

And then, just like that, she *was* cumming.  Her whole body twitched, and Michael watched her in satisfaction, and only when she was done did he let her off his cock so that she could breathe.  She gasped in deep breaths of air, staring at him in humiliated confusion, unable to believe what her body had just done, realising that maybe she was exactly the slut that Michael was telling her she was. 

“Good girl,” said Michael, stroking her hair again.  “And now I’m going to make it all better, okay?  We’re going to give you a place to sleep, and clothes to wear, and make all your money problems go away.” 

He smiled, and then added, “And all you have to do is beg me to marry you.”

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