Motherly Love:

Chapter VII:

Anne remained relatively free to examine the weird spots on her ceiling for a while until her rapist slapped her face.

"OK, songbird," he laughed.

"You'll be singing me a whole new tune soon and I think you'll like it as much as that fat preggo ass of yours will."

That brought her out of her glassy-eyed stare very neatly and she looked at him, face paler than her usual paleness with fear.

"Oh, yes. I've had your cunt twice, and it's a good one."

He laughed again with a coarse and cruel almost simian kind of grunting.

"But before I fuck that ass, songbird," he said with a cold and cruel smile as he reached down to squeeze her right tit, Anne moaning and jerking a bit as he squeezed her sensitive titty more roughly than she wished, he said, "I'm gonna get me a few pictures with you, to memorialize my night in Anne Hathaway and how much you smiled and enjoyed getting a good hard pregger fucking by someone that appreciates a woman's body doing what women's bodies are for."

As he took out his phone, he then pulled Anne in front of him as he posed with his head on her shoulder and one of his hands grabbing her tit, hissing in her ear "Smile or I'll beat that beautiful face until it's unrecognizable."

Gulping in recognition that not only could he do it, he would do it, Anne let herself smile and pose for this picture, and for another one where two of his fingers pinched her nipples.

Then he had her pose for one where one of his hands cupped her belly as he licked her face, taking three tries to get this picture right, then another one where his hand was under her belly, rubbing her twat as Anne smiled, her face red and flushed. This one would be one of his favorites, along with another one where Anne posed with her lips kissing his cock halfway turned to the camera so one of her eyes looked at it directly, and another one where he held her by her ample hips and ass, smirking as he ground hard into her at points, leaving her panting and gasping in shame and humiliation.

After he withdrew, he smirked.

"So my little breeder milf likes a hard dick rubbing against her pussy?"

Flushed and ashamed, Anne growled.

"Yes."

He laughed again.

"Good, you're learning your place."

Digging around in his pocket he then presented a nice thick canister of lube and began to lube up his cock while jacking it off with one hand, and she made no effort whatsoever to resist and relaxed as he started to prepare her ass.

Anne couldn't stop herself from bursting into tears when the baby moved again and she realized this was what she'd been reduced to: gratitude her rapist cared enough to prepare her ass instead of simply and roughly jamming it in to the hilt.

She then started a bit not at his managing to insert two fingers and enjoying the sight of Anne on all fours with her legs spread wide and breathing deeply, but at what he said:

"Do you know the song What What in the Butt?"