It was a year or so later. Pistol'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.
Pete had murdered P.J. around a year ago and framed Peg, who went to jail in the process.
One night, Pete went into Pistol's room for another fuck session. As soon as he removed his trousers the girl vomited.
"Jesus, I haven't even started yet!" Pete said. "Is my cock really that wrinkled?"
"I-I don't feel so good," Pistol moaned. She then ran to the bathroom and stuck her face in the toilet.
"You got food poisoning or something?" Pete asked.
"Y-Yeah, I think so," Pistol moaned from the bathroom.
A few months later, Pete noticed something odd about his daughter. She looked like she had gained some weight.
"How the fuck have you been gaining weight, kid?" Pete said. "I barely feed you!"
"I don't know." Pistol replied, sullenly. "My stomach's been killing me,"
Pete remembered something. "Oh shit, I forgot! Have you had your period?"
Pistol shook her head, a look of fright on her face. "I-I haven't."
"Oh fuck, oh God!" Pete cried, lifting up Pistol's sweater and putting his hands on her stomach.
"Do you feel anything?" Pistol asked.
"Oh yeah, you're pregnant all right," Pete said, staring at the younger girl's swollen abdomen.
"Please, take me to the doctor, someone," Pistol begged.
"Like Hell I'm taking you to the doctor!" Pete 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 Pistol's hand and lead her upstairs.
"Stay here," Pete 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.
Pistol's eyes widened. "W-What are you gonna do with that?"
"We're gonna do this the old-fashioned way," Pete said, taking off Pistol's panties and putting a towel under her butt. He then tried spreading her legs but she squirmed.
"N-No, please don't!" Pistol 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," Pete replied. Pistol started to hyperventilate but Pete 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 Pete 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 Pistol's vagina. It wasn't easy to fit through, but he eventually got it.
Pistol 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!" Pete 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. Pistol only screamed harder, and Pete tried to ignore her continuous, piercing screams as he pulled out the rest of the body from Pistol's vagina's hole, which stretched as the baby was still coming out.
Pete 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 Pistol's vagina, and her stomach was killing her, pain piercing through her lower bowels. Pistol 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 Pete severed the umbilical chord.
But seeing such a small, innocent infant in peril only made Pete extremely horny. He removed his pants and stared at his erection.
"Don't do it!" Pistol cried. "Please don't! She's just a baby! She's my baby!"
"She's going to die anyway," Pete 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. Pistol started to sob again, and started screaming too.
"Stop it!" She sobbed, but Pete 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. Pete threw the infant on the ground.
Pistol was quivering, tears pouring from her eyes. "Y-You raped my baby to death," she whispered.
"Yup!" Pete 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!"