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