This story contains themes of forced sexual activity. Pleased do not read if you are offended by or dislike such themes.
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'Oh Christ no. Please say it isn't true.'
'It is true. I tested three times. Same result every time.'
'Oh God. What are we going to do?'
'It's not the end of the world.'
'WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN? OF COURSE IT IS.'
'Don't shout at me and don't talk to me like that.'
'I'm sorry Lou. It's just, you know, we can't have his child.' Louise had just told Damon that she was pregnant. As Damon had not had sex with his wife for three months it was obviously not his. It was the big black man who had forced his way into their house six weeks ago and fucked Louise whilst Damon had to wait downstairs and listen to it all.
'I know it is not what we wanted but it is my child too.'
'Oh come on. He raped you. It's not the same. Or did you want it to happen? I heard you cumming over and over again. You must have enjoyed it.' Damon regretted that as soon as he said it. It was mean and nasty.
'Fuck off Damon. I had no choice and you know it.' Louise was pissed at Damon for saying it but she felt guilty that there was truth in it. Their relationship had deteriorated significantly over the last six weeks. Damon was constantly irritable; they argued a lot. It was getting them both down. Damon kept on pushing for them to move house; to get away from the gang who were terrorising them. Louise saw the sense in this but she did not want to leave her life, her friends and her job behind her. However, there was something else stopping her agreeing. That night six weeks ago was indeed terrifying, at least initially, but it was also the most intense sex of her life. She found herself wandering if and when it would happen again. It made her scared but she knew that she wanted it to happen again. This did cause significant feelings of guilt but it was also true that she could not have resisted the man who broke in. She had to fuck him or he would have fucked her and Damon up.
'Look. All I am saying is that we don't have to actually have the baby.'
'How can you say that?' She looked at Damon with disgust. 'You are even more pro-life than me. You don't believe in abortion in any circumstance. How can you suggest that I have one?'
'This is different.' Was all that he could mutter. He knew she was right. He was letting all of his deepest principles disappear. He was doing it because he did not want to face being reminded of his wife's rape every day as he looked at the baby.
'I know it is not what we planned but I am pregnant and I am keeping it. Okay?'
'Okay. But you don't have to keep it. You could, you know, get it adopted.'
'No Damon. I cannot have a baby in me for nine months and then just give it away as soon as I give birth. That is not me and you know it.'
'Oh God.' Damon slumped into the lounge chair and put his head in his hands. Could his life get any worse?
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Louise and Damon did not talk much over the next couple of weeks. Damon threw himself into his work and this suited Louise. He was really pissing her off. She knew he was badly affected by what had happened and the prospect of raising another man's baby but she was still pissed at him. She still resented his weakness.
She was, however, beginning to get worried about actually having the baby. How would they explain that their baby would obviously not be Damon's? It would be obvious that the father was a black man. They could not say it was the result of a rape because the gang would pay them a violent visit if they did. She also did not want to suggest that she had cheated on Damon and destroy her reputation. She did not know what they should do. Damon's persistent suggestions about moving house were now beginning to make sense.
She heard him come through the front door. 'Damon? I think we should talk.'
'Look Lou. I am tired. I don't want to argue.'
'Neither do I. Just come here.' He did as he was told. 'I have been thinking. You are right. We should move.'
'I have been saying that for ages for Christ's sake.' He was so grumpy these days.
'I know, I know. It is just, well, the baby.'
'Oh I see. You don't want people to talk.' He was being nasty. He said this with a taunting, almost mocking, tone.
'Oh don't be like that. I am sure you don't want everyone to see you raising a baby that is obviously not yours but will obviously be mine.' She rubbed her stomach just in case he did not understand what she was saying.
'Well you are not going to get any argument from me. I will make the arrangements. There are transfers on offer at work. I will find one that is as far as possible away from here so we can protect your reputation.' He was sneering.
'You are being such a twat these days.' Louise stormed off. Damon was annoyed with himself. He knew he was being a twat but he could not help himself. He did not know how to fix it.
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Over the next three months Louise and Damon began to work on their relationship as Damon made arrangements for moving. They were taking counselling but it was tough to talk through their issues without actually talking about what happened. However, the simple process of doing something together to fix their broken relationship was in itself bringing them closer together. The prospect of moving away seemed to be having a relaxing effect on Damon. Louise guessed this was due to the fact that the gang would not know where they lived; they could finally get away from them. This thought caused Louise to have mixed emotions. She wanted it because she knew it is what Damon needed but she could not help regretting it because she wanted to experience the sexual intensity she felt at the hands of the huge black man.
She often wandered if they would ever pay them a visit again. She had thought it would have happened by now. She felt the longing between her legs. It had been six months now since her and Damon had made love; he was still impotent. At least they had started to kiss and cuddle again but she needed more. She knew she would have to wait until the baby was born.
Damon was a lot happier these days. They would be moving in a couple of day's time and things with Louise were vastly improved. They could start a new life three hundred miles away. He had even come to terms with the prospect of bringing up another man's baby. They had agreed that they would say it was artificial insemination that went a little bit wrong. Not a sophisticated lie maybe but it would do.
He looked out of their bedroom window and noticed a silver car a little way down the road. He was sure he had seen it before. He knew it did not belong to any of his neighbours. Maybe one of the desperate housewives was enjoying a bit a fun whilst their husband was at work. He laughed to himself and went to continue the packing for the big move.
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The day of the move came two days later. Everything was packed and both Louise and Damon were excited about their new adventure. They dispatched the removal van and left their first marital home for the last time. As he climbed into their car Damon noticed that silver car again and chuckled to himself, imagining one of his frumpy neighbours bouncing up and down on some young virile cock whilst her husband was working hard.
Once inside he glanced over at Louise. Pregnancy was really suiting her. He marvelled at her curves. Pregnancy had made her ass and tits even bigger than they were before. You might say she was all tits and ass and hips; the very definition of womanhood. He smiled and they started chatting happily as they drove the six hour journey to their new life.
It was four in the afternoon by the time they arrived at their beautiful new house. The removals van was already there and they stated to unpack.
Two hours later, the removal men finally left. Damon was seeing them off when his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He saw that silver car again. Surely it wasn't the same car, was it? He knew in his heart that it was the same car though. His belief was confirmed two seconds later as he felt a hard round object being pushed into his back and familiar voice in his ear.
'Hello pissy boy.' It was all Damon could do to avoid pissing himself in front of this man again. 'Let's go inside.' The gun was removed from his back and they walked into the house and straight into the kitchen.
'Oh my God!' Louise exclaimed as she dropped the cup she was holding. She had fantasised about seeing this man again but thought it would never happen. Even so, she was surprised at how calm she felt. The gun pointed at Damon was not causing her to be in the slightest bit frightened; the tingling between her legs told her why. It was obvious that Damon was as frightened as the last two encounters, although he had an odd, almost determined, look on his face that she had not seen before.
'So guys. Tell me something. What made you think it was acceptable to move house without getting our permission?' Louise and Damon remained silent. This question enhanced Damon's terror. They had pissed off this guy. 'I am offended. This bitch is carrying my baby and you try and sneak away. What kind of shit is that?'
The huge black man was not on his own. He was again accompanied by the smaller black guy who had kept an eye on Damon whilst Louise was getting fucked last time they visited.
'I mean. What made you think that I would let something like this happen? You know things about me that can get me into a lot of trouble. I cannot believe that you thought I would not keep an eye on you and that you could sneak away without me knowing. You guys are stupid.'
Damon's knew the truth in what this man was saying. He was terrified at the thought of what punishment these men may meter out on them but he was determined to stay in control of himself this time.
