It was a year or so later. Veruca's fuck sessions with her dad had continued almost every day, and this man raping her had reduced the once cheerful girl to a ghost of her past self. She now always looked tired and dejected.
One night, Mr. Salt went into Veruca's room for another fuck session. As soon as he removed his trousers the girl vomited.
"Jesus, I haven't even started yet!" Mr. Salt said. "Is my cock really that wrinkled?"
"I-I don't feel so good," Veruca moaned. She then ran to the bathroom and stuck her face in the toilet.
"You got food poisoning or something?" Mr. Salt asked.
"Y-Yeah, I think so," Veruca moaned from the bathroom.
A few months later, Mr. Salt noticed something odd about his daughter. She looked like she had gained some weight.
"How the fuck have you been gaining weight, kid?" Mr. Salt said. "I barely feed you!"
"I don't know." Veruca replied, sullenly. "My stomach's been killing me,"
Mr. Salt remembered something. "Oh shit, I forgot! Have you had your period?"
Veruca shook her head, a look of fright on her face. "I-I haven't."
"Oh fuck, oh God!" Mr. Salt cried, lifting up Veruca's sweater and putting his hands on her stomach.
"Do you feel anything?" Veruca asked.
"Oh yeah, you're pregnant all right," Mr. Salt said, staring at the younger girl's swollen abdomen.
"Please, take me to the doctor, someone," Veruca begged.
"Like Hell I'm taking you to the doctor!" Mr. Salt shouted. "You think I want to get arrested? Dumb bitch!" He then slapped his daughter square in the face. "Come with me." He then snatched Veruca's hand and lead her upstairs.
"Stay here," Mr. Salt told her once they were in the attic. He then left the room and came back in a few seconds later, carrying a metal coat-hanger.
Veruca's eyes widened. "W-What are you gonna do with that?"
"We're gonna do this the old-fashioned way," Mr. Salt said, taking off Veruca's panties and putting a towel under her butt. He then tried spreading her legs but she squirmed.
"N-No, please don't!" Veruca cried, eyeing the hanger with pure fright. "I won't tell them you did it! I swear! Please, just let the doctor do it!"
"We don't have time for that now," Mr. Salt replied. Veruca started to hyperventilate but Mr. Salt smacked her in the head with all his might, leaving the young girl a bit dazed.
"All right, let's do this quickly," said the old man, spreading his daughter's legs as wide as he could manage. Her vagina hole had expanded a little since he had first fucked her over a year ago, and Mr. Salt smiled to himself.
"God, when I first fucked her. Those were some good times," he thought, nodding. He then snapped back to reality again, and then inserted the coat hanger in Veruca's vagina. It wasn't easy to fit through, but he eventually got it.
Veruca started to scream. "OH GOD! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP!" Her breathing was quick and rapid as she started to sob.
"Shut the fuck up so I can concentrate!" Mr. Salt screamed, maneuvering the metal object in her tight crevice before he felt something. He then started to pull it out. Attached to the hanger was a bloodied, slimy head. Veruca only screamed harder, and Mr. Salt tried to ignore her continuous, piercing screams as he pulled out the rest of the body from Veruca's vagina's hole, which stretched as the baby was still coming out.
Mr. Salt managed to get the whole baby out. It was small, bloody and slimy, its eyes still not fully opened, but it was crying. Blood was pouring from Veruca's vagina, and her stomach was killing her, pain piercing through her lower bowels. Veruca had almost fainted from the painful endeavor, and was moaning, until she heard the baby. She lifted her heavy head up and looked at the fetus. "M-My baby," she groaned while Mr. Salt severed the umbilical chord.
But seeing such a small, innocent infant in peril only made Mr. Salt extremely horny. He removed his pants and stared at his erection.
"Don't do it!" Veruca cried. "Please don't! She's just a baby! She's my baby!"
"She's going to die anyway," Mr. Salt said. "Besides, it's probably, you know, weird or something."
He then slammed the infant onto his large, swollen erection. The baby was screaming in pure agony. Veruca started to sob again, and started screaming too.
"Stop it!" She sobbed, but Mr. Salt continued to thrust the infant up and down rapidly onto his swollen cock. When he came, semen poured from all of the babies orifices, including its nostrils and mouth. Mr. Salt threw the infant on the ground.
Veruca was quivering, tears pouring from her eyes. "Y-You raped my baby to death," she whispered.
"Yup!" Mr. Salt grinned. "Now I know what we're eating for dinner!" He then ripped skin from the baby's thigh with his teeth, then swallowed. "Mmmm, delicious!"