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 Fatherly Guidance part 16

   by Wetfly6969 (wetfly6969@aol.com)

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   Debbie continues whoring right up until the time she goes into labor. 
Dawn's conditioning to become a baby cum-slut continues and Ronnie has
plans for Debbie's baby after the birth.

   ***

   "Lick it up," Ronnie ordered through clinched teeth as he pushed my head
closer.  It wasn't the fact that it was cum that I was ordered to lick up,
lord knows I've swallowed enough of that to last a life time, but where it
was that was the problem.

   Deek was sitting on the sofa in his underwear holding Dawn on his lap;
her baby legs spread wide and her small butt raised at an angle.  She was
naked and crying her lungs out, her face reddened from exertion as Jimmy's
recent orgasm began its slow decent along the crack of her ass.

   I had been sitting on the floor, just a foot away watching while he
rubbed his cock head up and down her little slit until he came, and coating
her with his thick, white goo.  Ronnie stood behind me while Jimmy's two
dope-smoking buddies watched nearby slowly stroking their own hard-ons.  He
pushed my head again harder causing me to tilt forward landing between her
parted legs.

   Momma called again from the bedroom asking why Dawn was crying and again
Ronnie yelled at her to shut up.  For over three weeks she's been confined
to bed as her due date was in less than two weeks and she really ballooned
up.  Carrying four babies like she was made it impossible for her to move
around, let alone work any more.  Even though I was eight and a half months
pregnant myself, I was still having to work, still trying to fill the high
quota that Ronnie set for me.

   My tongue went out as I slurped and licked the entire pasty glue from
her privates.  "Don't swallow it," he said pulling my head back until I
almost fell back over.  Robert, one of Jimmy's stupid friends, was right
there jerking off, his hand just a blur as he neared climax.  He leaned
forward and I opened my mouth, keeping the cum I'd just licked off of Dawn
to the back of my throat.

   He fired several shots inside my mouth, joining the pool already there,
and missed once or twice, hitting my chin and Ronnie graciously used his
finger to channel it towards my lips and into my mouth.  I wasn't sure why
he wanted me to keep it in my mouth and figured he probably wanted to see
how much I could hold before swallowing.  I was wrong.

   "You ready?" he asked Dean, Jimmy's other druggie friend and he nodded.
Moving closer, he continued slapping his fist back and forth rapidly over
his swollen cock.  I could feel the pool of sperm at the back of my throat
as my head was still tilted.  I had to fight to keep from swallowing. 
Positioning the tip just beyond my teeth, I felt his first shot hitting the
roof of my mouth.  The rest I couldn't feel but knew he was adding more as
the amount of cum in my mouth increased.

   "I'm next," Deek called out, handing Dawn to Jimmy and approaching me
jerking off.  I kept my mouth opened, leaning back on my hand with my
swollen belly churning.  It took him about two very long minutes to cum and
I felt my mouth filling more as my saliva added to the collection of sperm.


   Pushing his cock head into my mouth, I felt as the first shot exploded
into my mouth like a gunshot.  A second and third one quickly followed.  He
kept stroking, adding more slime and I just sat there allowing him.  Slowly
he backed away, collapsing on the sofa next to Jimmy.

   "Give your little sister a big, sloppy kiss, now," Ronnie said giving my
head another shove.  I looked up at him with a sour expression.  He can't
be serious!  I couldn't speak or protest and I knew what would happen if I
did.  Slowly I moved closer, keeping my lips tightly closed to keep the cum
dripping out.

   Dawn was still screaming, her eyes wrinkled shut, her mouth wide open
and I knew what I had to do.  Whatever it takes to survive.  Moving closer,
I pressed my mouth to hers and slowly parted my lips.  I could feel the
mucus pouring from my mouth, filling her much smaller one.

   The sudden flood of juice to her throat momentarily stopped her whining,
but soon caused her to choke and cough.  Ronnie did what any caring father
would do if they saw their baby gagging and choking, he covered Dawn's
mouth with his hand to keep her from spitting it out.

   The others thought it was the funniest thing and began laughing at
Dawn's distress.  I wanted to grab her from him and run like hell, but I
knew I wouldn't get far.  Where would I go any way?  I have no one else and
I'm about to give birth myself.  It may not be so bad if he hadn't made me
a drug addict on top of everything else.

   I sat back, falling against the table and watched as they passed her
around, each rubbing their cocks on her for a few minutes before handing
her off like a party favor.  Ronnie noticed me watching and his smile
dropped.

   "What the fuck you lookin' at, bitch?" he growled at me.  I turned my
eyes away.  I couldn't look at him right now.  He must have taken offense
to my defiance as I soon felt a stinging blow to the side of my head,
spinning me sideways.  "Get your ass up, its time to get to work!" he said
kicking the side of my hip which left a bright red mark.

   I struggled to stand.  With my due date being only weeks away, my
stomach was so big that I could hardly stand.  This angered Ronnie as I
wasn't moving fast enough and soon felt a sharp stinging across my back
from his belt.  "Move your ass, cow!" he yelled out to a round of laughter
from the others.

   Making my way to dress, I stopped by to check on momma.  Like me she was
being used and either of us had a choice in the matter.  Ronnie controlled
both of us and would do whatever he wanted to do to us and our babies and
there wasn't anything we could do to stop him.  He knew this.

   I dressed in whatever still fit me and tried to put on makeup.  I was
exhausted and really didn't feel like going out to whore myself tonight,
but I couldn't refuse.  Not only would Ronnie beat the hell out of me, he'd
withhold my heroin and coming down from that is worse than any beating he
could give me.

   "Have some straight from the tap," I heard one of Jimmy's dope friends
say and turned to see him trying to push the head of his cock into Dawn's
mouth.  I couldn't stop him and everyone else was cheering him on so I knew
they would allow him to do it.  She began crying again as his grunts
coincided with the jerks his cock made as he filled her small mouth.

   "Enjoying the show?" Ronnie smirked blocking my view as he stood in
front of me.

   "No, not really."

   "Well maybe you want to be part of it then."

   "I'd rather them do it me than to her." He smiled and slowly shook his
head.

   "Soon enough you'll both be doing it all the time." I knew he was right
but I didn't like it.  Grabbing my arm, he pulled me toward the door. 
"Let's go, whore, you've got money to make for me."

   It was only 5:20 when we pulled up to the curb on the street I normally
work.  The sun was still out, it was still hot and my feet were swollen and
hurt in the confining shoes.  It took me three attempts to pull myself up
from the seat and I had to hold on to the side of the door to keep from
falling.  Ronnie thought it was comical and said something about next week
I won't have to worry about "that thing" anymore.

   "What do you mean?  I'm not due for another 23 days."

   "Next week.  You'll have it.  Trust me." I didn't like the sound of that
one bit, but what could I do?  "I'll be back `round 8 have me $300 and
you'll get your treat.  If you don't..." He didn't need to fill in the
rest. I already knew.

   "Ronnie, please, that's too much.  It's almost 5:30 now and look at me!
I'm like a beached whale."

   "Bitch!  What did I tell you `bout talkin' back to me?  Do what I say or
I'll beat you within an inch of your miserable life, you understand me,
whore?" Turning my eyes away from him I nodded before closing the door. 
I'd have to really hustle to make my quota.

   **** "Where's Dawn?" I asked checking all the rooms and not finding her.
Usually she's with momma sleeping but she was alone in the bed half drugged
out of her mind.  He's still giving her shit to keep her complacent.  He
didn't respond.  It was just before 3 in the morning and my body was tired
but my mind was racing.  I managed to make over $800 for him but he felt I
could have done better and berated me during our drive home.

   Surprisingly a lot of guys get off on fucking a pregnant girl and I
didn't have to hustle much for clients, they seemed to be drawn to me.  Or
at least my stomach.  Men must have some sort of maternal obsession or
something as they all wanted to nurse my swollen breasts like a baby. 
Every one of them.  One even got off on pinching the nipples and squirting
milk toward his mouth but ended up getting it all over his face, which he
didn't seem to mind.

   "Where's Dawn?" I asked again standing before him almost rebelliously.

   "Not that it's any of your business, but she's at a, uh, sleepover."

   "What do you mean she's at a sleepover?  With who?"

   "Don't worry `bout it.  Get some rest, you got a busy day tomorrow." I
watched as he left, closing the door a little too hard.  I stood there for
the longest time staring at the shut door wondering what to do.  I checked
on momma, fluffed her pillows and helped her swallow her pain pills.  God
her stomach was huge.  I was big with only one baby but she's further along
than me and has four.  Sighing I went to bed.

   ****

   Momma couldn't help; she was bedridden but kept calling out for me. 
Ronnie was there with some guy claiming to be a doctor, Deek, Jimmy, his
two dope friends, a short fat guy with a scruffy beard, some tall, skinny
guy I'd never seen before, another man with a video camera on a tripod and
some old guy with a digital camera.

   The "doctor" gave me something to induce labor and I was cramping like
nothing I'd ever felt before.  Even the heroin I had injected earlier was
doing little to help with the pain I was going through.  I screamed out,
grabbing the blanket I was lying on, squeezing it tightly.  Another
contraction came, rifling my entire body in pain.

   "They're about three minutes apart now," the doctor called out.  Sweat
was pouring from my body, I on the floor, pillows under my head with all
these people standing around watching as if this was a movie or something.
Another spasm pulled my body upward as I screeched out, gritting my teeth,
trying to suppress the scream that I wanted to let go.

   "TAKE ME TO THE HOSPITAL!!!!" I groaned for the tenth time as I felt my
insides being twisted.

   "Just shut up and have it already.  It's no big deal," Ronnie mumbled
irritated at me for complaining about the bowling ball size baby trying to
make its way out of my body through a very narrow opening.

   I glared at him with death in my eyes.  If I ever get a chance to get
even with this son-of-a-bitch, I was going to make him suffer more than I
am right now, I promise!  I screamed again from a contraction.

   "Start recording," Ronnie called out to the fat man.  I wasn't sure I
wanted to have my baby's birth recorded for the whole world to see. 
Normally a child's birth is a moment to celebrate and video taping it is
normal, but for Ronnie, I have no idea what he's up to.  He's not doing
this to preserve the moment for posterity, he has something in mind and I'm
sure it's not good.

   "The head's coming out," the doctor said wiping his balding head.

   "Damn, look at her pussy stretch," Deek said snapping a picture with his
camera.

   "SHIT!  Look at that," someone, I think Jimmy added to another flash.  I
had a major contraction and felt my entire body tense up.

   "That's it," the doctor said.  "Push, I can see the head.  Just keep
pushing..."

   ****

   I was too weak to move.  My baby was cleaned up; the cord cut and was on
the table crying.  I wanted to go to him, hold him, but couldn't even turn
over.  I watched as the men sat around laughing and cheering with flashes
going off and the fat man recording something they were doing.  Ronnie was
nearby and I asked to hold the baby.

   "Don't get used to it, it's not staying long.  I already have someone
interested in it," he coldly stated.

   "What do you mean?" I was so tired my voice was hardly louder than a
squeak.

   "It's a boy.  I don't have any use for a boy, `cept to make a quick
buck. I'm keeping only the girls, I told you that before.  You decided to
have a boy so it's going away."

   I couldn't believe he was that cruel.  That heartless!  "Ronnie, please.
At least let me hold him." He scowled down at me and walked away.

   ****

   I never got to see my baby.  I was given something to relax me and went
to sleep.  When I woke up several hours later, he was gone.  Ronnie said he
was able to get $6000 for "it" because he was white.  With as much "mixed"
semen I have shot into me, there wasn't any telling what race he would be.
Fortunately for Ronnie, he was white.

   I was given three days off to rest and recover.  I still had stitches
and didn't think I'd do much business as they were ugly.  I also had a lot
of my baby fat left over but that didn't matter.  It was time to go back to
work.  Getting my ho outfit on, I talked to momma, keeping my voice low so
that he wouldn't hear.  She was about ready to pop as well and I wished
there was something that I could do to help her.  We cried a little before
Ronnie came to check why I was taking so long.  Pulling me from their room,
he pushed me on the chair before handing me a soda and two pills.

   "What's this?" I asked looking up at him.

   "Take `em," he said crossing his arms over his chest.  I looked at the
two large pills and immediately recognized them at the fertility pills he'd
given momma before she got pregnant last time.  I swallowed hard, looking
up at him.

   "Ronnie, I don't think I..." I hadn't even finished the sentence when I
felt the blow from his fist.

   "Don't fuckin' talk back, bitch, take them.  NOW!" I knew what he had in
mind.  Like momma, he wanted me to become breeding stock and spit out
multiple babies to quickly add to his vision of greatness of having his own
harem one day.  If he had his way, that day will be much sooner than either
of us expected.

   Dropping the two pills to the back of my throat, I poured some soda into
my mouth and swallowed them, sealing my fate.  He'd make me take those
pills every day until I got pregnant, and then like momma, I'd have three
or four babies for him to pick and choose which one's were sold and which
ones were to be forced into sexual servitude.

   I glanced over to where Jimmy and his two asshole friends were sitting
on the sofa with Dawn.  They're always here and I was surprised that Deek
wasn't with them.  I cringed watching as they molested my little sister,
Jimmy kneeling on the floor with his mouth over her exposed vagina and
Robert had his pants bunched around his ankles, his cock pointing straight
up and trying to get her to suck him.  Dean sat there watching, leisurely
stroking his cock jutting out from his fly and smiling.

   "Let's go," he said grabbing my wrist, breaking my stare and pushing me
toward the door.  "You gotta to earn my money you didn't make when you took
time off." I wasn't shocked he said that.  To him having a baby was my
vacation and now it was time to get back to work.  He held the door open
and we left.  It was a very short three days.

   ~ end of part 16
   ~~~ wetfly6969@aol.com ~~~