[InnocentVirgin]

Torn between wanting to stay for the sake of Monica and wanting to leave because it would be so ugly, Dean left Jarred's chambers and leaned back on the door, his handsome, worn face in his hands. With a shudder, he pushed off the door and headed down the hall. No way could he stay around and listen to the happenings through the door.

He went down the hall, shoulders slumped until he came to Malcolm's room and slipped quietly inside.

He sat looking at and listening to the breathing of his nephew, and allowed himself a brief fantasy that it all was as innocent as the room seemed.

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Monica fingered herself rapidly, wanting to cum and finish this portion of humiliation as quickly as possible.

And of course, Mr. Parks knew what she was about and wouldn't allow her that paltry satisfaction. When her pulse quickened toward orgasm, he'd slap her buttock until she lost her edge. Her frustrated fingers flew and the next time she grew near he reached under her and pinched her nipple, digging in cruelly on the already bruised skin of her areola.

He pushed her over on her side, "What's wrong mouse? Having trouble getting off? ...Continue! Continue!" his high good humour was ugly. "Come Ethan, give Monica Mouse a show... maybe she needs some visual stimulation..."

Eyes wide with a trapped doe expression, Monica shuddered with the fear that both of them would be at her. She saw Mr. Parks look at her belly - the burgeoning of life he'd created, and he smiled/leered. She read his expression clearly, he was repulsed by the sight of the pregnancy and thrilled he could claim it as his. All she could do was reach around the swelling and continue to play with herself as she watched Ethan drop his trousers and pull at his already hard cock. His face chilled her as much as Mr. Parks did. Avid, greedy lust painted his features and he looked so much like his brother in that expression she held back a gag.

Again, every time she quickened - he was there to pain her into losing the battle. Her bald sex was slick with her juice and she could smell her arousal. Her face colored in shame and she tried her best to take herself out of the room mentally, concentrating only on trying to orgasm.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw Jarred had opened his robe and had his stiff prick at the ready. She faltered, her hand slipping off her pussy and he brought her back with a slap. Ethan pulled at his cock furiously, fueled by the slaps and pinches and the thought of seeing the tiny mouse impaled anally. Monica squeezed her eyes shut tight, refusing to watch as he came in a handkerchief. Apparently Jarred didn't allow a mess in his chambers - not of another - that is.

She neared climax again and this time he allowed her due. She came hard, with dread shame and no joy, and as she rode the bitter orgasm she ended screaming.

Parks grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up and in one swift movement shoved his huge erection to the hilt into her spasming cunt. She was small to begin with but the baby had crowded things considerably and the pain tore through her like a knife. What little bodily satisfaction and release in orgasm she achieved was ripped from her quickly. She tried to backpedal away from him only to find no purchase on the silk of the coverlet, merely succeeding in driving him a little deeper. The pain unbearable, she howled in agony as he butted and bruised her cervix.

Jarred flexed his muscles and pistoned his hips to ride his mouse deeper as he reveled in her screams, her crowded cunt incredibly tight, massaging every millimeter of his cock as he forced himself deeper, no thought of safety or protecting the still tenuous life in her belly, just driving deep with insane lust - even her ass forgotten in the wonderful sensation on his cock. Over and over he speared her, listening to the screams echoing in his large chamber. Yes... this is exactly what he needed. The head of his cock slid deep, pushing and bludgeoning and he held her hips in a vise grip pulling her up as he pushed in.

Monica was in agony.

She screamed until her voice broke and her vision splintered and refracted in a nauseating kaleidoscope of color. Fire burned in her womb and each stoke was a new assault. She ceased to see Ethan. And ceased to care whether it killed her or not.

She took his pounding, now silent as she wavered between a nightmare and oblivious dark.

Until a gut wrenching pain convulsed and consumed her. She shrieked.

Jarred felt the contraction as an impossible tightening of her already tight hole and he himself howled as he began spewing viscous globs of semen into her. He knew the relevance of the contraction but as perhaps typical - he used it anyway - and counted it among the best orgasm's of his life. He continued to push and empty his balls feeling the exact moment when her painful cramping contraction eased.

Monica didn't notice when he pulled out, nor see the gush of cum run from her swelling vagina. Instinctively she curled into a fetal position on the bed, wrapping her arms around her belly and keening.

Jarred staggered back, unsteady from the intensity of his orgasm. He raked his hands through his hair and really thought about what just happened and the possible consequence. How she could lose the kid, his SON.

Eying Ethan, he barked, "Get Bert up here. Tell him to fix this." He retied his robe and left the room.