Angelica shouldn’t have said all those stupid, cruel, bitchy things. But it couldn’t be helped, because the truth was that Angelica was a stupid, cruel, bitch.
And for most of her life, she had gotten away with it because she was rich, and fit, and she had great tits.
Angelica’s favourite target for bitchiness was unwed mothers. When she saw a pregnant teen, or a knocked-up college girl, or an expectant piece of trailer trash, it brought out her cruelty.
“Only idiots and bimbos accidentally fall pregnant,” she would say. “It’s not hard to keep your legs closed. Women who get knocked up are just whores and cows. They’re an insult to every feminist. They’re traitors to their gender. Honestly, if you’re too brain-dead or lazy to take the pill or use a condom – or just not be a cum-guzzling skank – then you deserve to be turned into a breeding factory.”
She would find photos of pregnant young women on social media and re-post them on her own feed, captioned with “whore” or “slut” or “skank” or “sperm-toilet”.
She didn’t know why it gave her such a thrill. She just felt something primal inside her when she saw a swollen pregnant belly, or a pair of tits engorged with milk.
Sometimes she would stare at photos of naked pregnant women for hours, unaware of time, frantically masturbating and muttering to herself about how they deserved to be raped.
Because Angelica was a hypocrite.
For one thing, she didn’t take the pill. She didn’t like how it made her feel. Her plan was to rely on either abstinence, or men wearing condoms, as her birth control plan.
But also, like many gorgeous privileged shallow bitches, Angelica was desperately insecure. At one level, she knew that her personality was garbage. She was well aware that the more people got to know her, the less they liked her. And despite everything, Angelica wanted to be liked.
So when she was around boys, she would flirt with them, and touch them, and emphasise her tits, because she knew her tits were world-class, and because she wanted to be liked.
And when the boys suggested that she come back to their house or their hotel room, she would say yes, because she wanted to be liked.
And when they wanted to fuck her, she would let them, because she wanted to be liked.
And when they wanted to fuck her unprotected – precisely because they knew how she felt about pregnancy – she would put up a token protest, and then allow it to happen. Because she wanted to be liked.
And also because she was, secretly, a slut. And unprotected sex felt so amazingly good.
And so, night after night, she let men ejaculate into her unprotected womb. None of them were people she knew well enough to call a “boyfriend”. Sometimes she didn’t even know their names. Sometimes when they ejaculated in her mouth, or on her tits, they would tell her to spit it out, or wipe it off, and then push it up her pussy, specifically to increase her chance of being impregnated – and she would do it, obediently, whimpering with humiliation. Desperate to be liked.
It was inevitable that she would fall pregnant. The flush of shame and humiliation she felt on first seeing the positive result on her pregnancy test was so intense that she had to immediately masturbate to orgasm.
And there was nothing she could do about it. In her state, getting a legal abortion required the permission of the baby’s father, and she didn’t even know who the father was. To get an illegal one would require a lot of money – and while her family was rich, she would have to ask her parents from it, and that would require admitting that she was a hypocritical slut who had had unprotected sex with dozens of boys.
So she did nothing about it, until it was far too late to seek an abortion, and it became clear to her that she was actually going to have a baby.
All through the early part of her pregnancy, she continued to mock unwed pregnant women. To stop might be suspicious. It might lead people to guess that she was pregnant.
If anything, she went harder. She said that sluts who let themselves get knocked up deserved to be raped. She said they deserved to have their whorish milk-filled udders beaten. She said they shouldn’t be allowed to wear clothes, and should be kept on leashes or in cages.
She said these things to her male friends, while touching them, stroking their arms, pressing her body against them, and leaning in to show them her tits. Because she wanted them to like her.
So when her pregnancy eventually became impossible to conceal, and her swollen baby-belly was apparent to everyone, the inevitable happened.
First one of her male friends raped her, while she was visiting his house to watch TV. He laughed that apparently she was a pregnant whore, and then he began kissing her, and when she resisted he slapped her, and then pulled off her clothes, and raped her on his couch.
She didn’t report it. In fact she sent him a teary voice message where she wept and said it was her own fault for being a slut and a hypocrite and that she deserved it.
Then another male friend raped her. He came to her house, and knocked on the door, apparently having heard that she was knocked up, and when she let him in he pushed her up against the wall and pulled down her panties and pulled up her skirt, and forced his cock into her fuckhole. When she struggled, he began to beat her tits with his hand, and to her shame, she orgasmed before he did.
And then her friends organised her a baby shower.
She shouldn’t have attended. She could see that the organiser was the first friend who had raped her. She could see that there were no women invited, only men.
But she went anyway, and she dressed up for it.
It was, of course, a gang rape party, and it started as soon as she walked in. Her clothes were ripped off her, and her hands were bound, and her mouth was gagged with a ring-gag, leaving her unable to speak coherently but free to suck cock.
Then she was fucked by eighteen men. Most of them ejaculated in or on her at least twice over the course of the night. At most times she had at least two cocks inside her. She swallowed so much cum that she felt full.
They stopped on two separate occasions to beat her tits, as she had said that pregnant women deserved. They freed her hands for each of these and told her to masturbate through the pain; the beating would continue until she was able to orgasm. To her shame, she orgasmed quickly on both occasions.
The whole night was filmed, and the men assured her that it would be distributed on the internet with her real name attached.
She cried a lot during that night, but she orgasmed a lot more.
And when it was over, and they drove her home ravished, nude, and covered in cum, she refused to allow herself to clean the semen from her body until she had written a thank-you card for each of her rapists, in her bratty, girly handwriting, and attached a picture of her nude, pregnant body.
It was the only way to reconcile her hypocrisy – to make her words fit her actions.
Everything she had said was true. Sluts who let themselves get pregnant deserved this. And she was exactly that kind of slut.
There was still at least six weeks left until she would give birth.
She probably deserved to have her cunt whipped, as well.
She wondered if a woman could have two baby showers. Or even more.
She decided to message her friends to ask.
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