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story_codes: MMM+g/10, rape, preg

story_intro: Out of prison after seven years, a gangster finds himself with plenty of money and the need for revenge. The daughter of a lawyer who shot off his mouth to the wrong people years ago is the first to pay for her father's misdeeds.


story_language: English






Sins of the Fathers, Story 1

Written by madvlad


	Note: The girl named Naomi was featured in the series, Express Delivery. I decided to create something more from that background - why she was taken, etc. and turn this into a series of revenge. 

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	The late morning sunlight danced on the surface of the Mediterranean waters in balls of white-golden brilliance. Reclining in the chair on the back deck of his villa, Andre Spiros let the sun warm him. It did but only to a certain extent. It would never touch the deep chill that prison had left inside of him.

	Andre had been a man of influence in the rarified circles of high finance and politics. Those with whom he dealt thought of their misdeeds as white collar crime. Of course they didn't know how many hands got dirty - and bloody - to make it all work. That's where Andre came in. Or had come in until a series of blunders and betrayals sent him to prison for seven years.

	When he had come out, much of his fortune - never a matter of public record or accessible by Interpol and individual national law enforcement agencies - was well-intact. But his heady days of influence were over.

	It had been the latter that had given him the greatest satisfaction. The son of a fisherman had previously received tycoons and power brokers coming to pay court for his assistance and advice. But they avoided him now and he understood the necessity. Also, his experiences with them had shown him the cowardice and instability beneath their veneers of prestige.

	To replace his lost influence, he had decided upon revenge. One of the first was a low-level but well-compensated employee whose greed had torn a hole in Andre's operational security. That in itself could have been taken care of but it happened to come during a train wreck of unfortunate events which sent Andre to trial and prison.

	Oh, Andre had no illusions that he was guilty - guilty, in fact of far worse than what he was tried for. But now it was the guilt of others that held his focus. In the case of that man, Andre had his young daughter, a girl of eight named Naomi, kidnapped and pressed into sexual service for discriminating renters. After five months, the girl barely knew her name but was a willing sex toy as long as it meant she'd have those delicious orgasms that filled the void of her fractured childhood.

	There was a long wait for those wishing to have the blonde, blue-eyed little girl for their pleasure and several already had. At present, the girl was sleeping face down in Andre's bed, her arms and legs spread and tied (although she was docile, Andre wanted her bound to create a fitting atmosphere) while four cum-loads of her owner's semen oozed from her reddened asshole. Andre's tea contained a potent mix of stimulants that would soon have him hard and ready for another four or more couplings with the girl. This next time, the eight year-old would have her well-used but still incredibly snug cunt reamed.

	Andre wondered if he should share the news he received today with Naomi. Her father had finally done something right. Of course, it wasn't terribly hard to have proper aim with the barrel of a shotgun placed in one's mouth before pulling the trigger. Would she be saddened by his death or would she rejoice at the demise of the one who was supposed to be her protector but who had set her on her current course instead? Quite likely, the death might be meaningless to her - a shadow flickering amongst the increasingly vague memories of her former life.

	Andre took some satisfaction in the man's suicide. Simply having him killed would have been quick but would have held no real value. Instead, the man had been driven by torment for months, knowing damned well he was responsible for his daughter's disappearance. The man sent by Andre to take the girl had raped her in the snow not far from her father's hideout cabin. There was no doubt her father found her torn clothing in the stained snow.

	How fortunate this news was in its timing. Naomi's father had been Andre's second target. The first would be getting a cruel update on his missing child about now. There was video surveillance and Andre saw the live feed on his laptop. It would be six in the morning in the cushy Connecticut suburb where this target resided.

	His name was Lawrence G. "Larry" Levin, a junior partner in a large and prestigious New York City law firm. A specialist in contract law, he was on the fast track to make senior partner but also had a lucrative sideline business. There were many wealthy people - singles and couples -  who desperately wanted a baby and he became known as a man who could make it happen. All too often, surrogate mothers changed their minds and wanted to keep the babies.

	Other members of Larry's firm raked plenty of billable hours representing one side or the other in the resulting lawsuits which were guaranteed to last for years with appeals and countermotions. But Larry would find candidates - sperm donors and the biological mothers - with all of the physical characteristics the prospective parents wanted (it would still be a crap shoot as to what the kid would look like but that was covered in the contracts), keep the mothers under care until they delivered, and send them off with a nice bonus.

	If the biological mothers had any second thoughts, they would soon find that the company they had dealt with no longer existed and there were no viable phone numbers or addresses for contact. All of this took money and that's why Larry charged a hefty price for his desperate clientele. When he met Andre, he had bragged about his "million dollar babies".

	Larry happened to be the brother-in-law of a man with whom Andre did business. Eager to show he was ready to be a player in bigger financial markets, he insisted on getting in on a real estate investment involving real estate development in New Jersey. Andre had been reluctant. For all of Larry's success in his firm and in his side business, Andre thought of him as little more than a mid-grade shill. And he kept reminding Larry that this deal, in particular, was fraught with risk - any money he out in could be washed out.

	Thanks to environmentalists and political interference, the development plan fell through and everyone, Andre included, each lost their stakes of twenty-one million. Everyone could absorb it and knew that there would be other projects that would earn them more in the future.

	But Larry's twenty-one million was the bulk of his wealth and he became a whining prick. Actually, he was a whining prick beforehand but he was even worse now. Despite his brother-in-law telling him to keep his mouth shut, Larry went whining to some regulators and spilled a few details that were soon used as evidence in Andre's conviction.

	Nine months ago, Andre completed his prison sentence. A month later, with plans mostly made while he was still incarcerated, his first strike was made.

	Sliding her hand under her long dark hair, Blair fingered her earlobe yet again and toyed with the heart-shaped stud of her earring. Having had her ears pierced when she was six, she was quite used to caring for the jewelry and her ears. But she had so many pretty earrings (not to mention the many more she had seen and wanted) that she felt it was time to have a second set of holes placed so she could wear two pairs at once.

	She had just turned ten which was plenty old enough of to be sporting more bling. Already, Zara Carmichael in her fourth grade class had a second set and there was no way that Blair was going to be the last girl in her class (or even the last half of the girls in her class) at the prestigious Montrose Academy to have only single piercings.

	Blair sighed. As usual, her mother couldn't be bothered. Of course, the woman had society matters which kept her busy and when any request such as Blair's arose, she would plead a headache and have her ask her father. Her father was often busy with his stupid lawyer's office in New York City but when he came home next while Blair was still awake, she'd get him to agree. A little charm from her could make Daddy melt like butter in her hand.

	In celebration of a second set of piercings, Blair should have a new pair of earrings, She was musing about what would be suitable when she was grabbed from behind and her earlobes were no longer of any concern.

	"Hold the brat still," Bert ordered while the brat struggled on the bed.

	Sam was keeping her legs from kicking while Brody had one arm locked across her torso, pinning one arm against it. He was holding her other wrist so that it was exposed but she still managed to wriggle. Blair may have been a spoiled little cunt but she sure as hell could put up a fight. They'd hit her if they had to, but their instructions were to minimize any bruising.

	"Hold on," Andy said as he pocketed his cell phone.

	He had been calling their boss to give him an update and now joined them on the bed, grabbing Blair's arm with both hands to keep her steady so Bert could proceed with the injection. Once the needle sunk in, some of Blair's resistance seemed to deflate.

	"What is that?" she asked in a shaking voice.

	"Just a little something to help you relax - stress is not a good thing," Bert calmly replied as he slowly depressed the syringe's plunger. "And a whole lot of something else to make the plan work."

	"What plan?" she asked as a tear started to form in one eye. "Please let me go home."

	"Oh, you'll go home," Bert told her. "We just have to make some things happen first. We're not going to kill you."

	"Absolutely not," Brody agreed with all sincerity.

	Andy and Sam nodded which made some of Blair's fear ebb.

	"So when can I go home?" she asked.

	Brody smiled at her.

	"When your work is done."

	For three days, Blair was kept in a locked room with access to television and on-demand movies. She was well fed, even with snacks any time she wanted them. Twice a day, she was given injections and cooperated when they were given. On the fourth day, Bert began drawing blood samples from her as well. On the eight day, he came into her room with the other three.

	"Good news," he said to Blair. "The shots are working. It's time to proceed with Phase Two. Come on. It's going to be a busy three days."

	They took Blair to another room with a larger bed. There were three other men waiting and greeted her with oily grins.

	"Strip," Bert ordered.

	While Blair had remained fairly calm and compliant since her initial abduction, her fire wasn't completely out.

	"No way!"

	Bert shrugged as if it didn't matter. With a nod from him, Brody and Sam through her on the bed while Bert flicked out a knife. Blair tracked the blade with wide eyes and started to shiver as it came close to her stomach.

	With practiced efficiency, Bert sliced the clothing from the girl. Blair tried to writhe but quickly understood she risked getting badly cut if she did so. Once she was laid bare, Bert put the knife away.

	"Don't worry about the clothes," he told her. "You won't need any. Besides, you've got a good body."

	Bert meant it. With ballet lessons beginning at age four and gymnastics starting at six, Blair's slim figure was well toned with a nice taper to her thighs. Bert would be feeling those lower limbs quite soon as he moved between them.

	The other two men bound her wrists and ankles with cords running to each corner of the bed. With her limbs spread widely, Blair squirmed uncomfortably with her nakedness fully exposed before the leering men. When Bert removed his clothing, she wondered about partial bits of knowledge she had about what people did during sex. But she wasn't old enough. Then she remembered some whispered stories about some men who liked to do that with young girls.

	"W-what are you going...?" she peeped.

	"Going to do?" Bert said, finishing her question. "Well, the hormones worked and started your first egg moving to where it needs to be and we have about a twenty-four-hour window to do the job."

	His statement made no sense to her. When he took some sort of clear gel and rubbed it on her private parts, though, she knew she didn't like that. The other men laughed and Blair began to whimper when Bert moved to get on top of her. His erect penis - she knew what that was from some photos a friend had - was perilously close to touching her in a place it shouldn't.

	As the head of his dick wedged between the hairless lips of the youngster's sex, Bert bent his head low to watch. Her cunny was so small but the slit had no expanded into a hole plugged with the end of his meat. Blair tried to shift her hips to get him away from her privates but Bert was having none of that.

	The man heaved into his helpless captive, shredding her fragile membrane as he forced his way into her immature snatch. Her virgin passage was small but under the repeated shoves, it gradually opened more than it was meant to at Blair's tender age. Blair wailed and thrashed as she was deflowered but she could not prevent the man's hardness from hammering its way into her bloodied twat.

	With her small body covered by the man, Blair felt smothered along with the horrendous ripping and pounding taking place between her achingly spread legs. It was moving so deeply inside of her, pushing against her interior as her sex had to expand to take the heaving member.

	The blood from Blair's ruptured cherry helped Bert stroke the first few times before the agitation of his hardness against her straining twat lining forced her body to respond with lubrication. He didn't give a damn if she enjoyed it or not but he was certainly having a fine old time working his cock into the  snug recesses of the ten year-old's virgin pussy.

	Normally, Bert would have taken his time. But the aim here was to get the little bitch's baby chamber creamed as much as possible. He slammed his prick repeatedly as if trying to stab his way into her stomach. Blair's breath was hot against his chest and throat as she screamed but she could do nothing else as she was mercilessly raped. Letting his balls go, Bert pumped a heavy load that had been stored from weeks of abstinence. His sperm flooded the little girl's uterus, hunting the egg that she had prematurely produced.

	With a satisfied groan, he got up from the girl, noting the semen leaking from the child's bald cunt. Her little mound had been snow white but was now stained in red from her stolen innocence.

	Andy was next but far from last. He and Sam and Bert and Brody would each have several turns at the bound fourth grader, plugging her aching little twat over and over with their cocks until they seeded her waiting womb. And there were other men to have their time with the girl. Along with the other three that had been waiting, more were rotated through. Each one of them had gone weeks without ejaculating so their first loads heavily saturated the preteen's hormone-ripened reproductive chamber. Poor Blair never appreciated their generosity.

	With a finite window of time, Blair was never given a break. Each burst of jism into her body only meant there would be a few seconds where her nakedness was exposed as one man got off before the next too his first thrust between her lovely but now scum-covered inner thighs. Regardless of how many times she had been raped, the ten year-old's hot, gooey pussy remained tight for the pricks that kept ravishing it.

	Blair did not know how much time had passed but she was finally untied, hosed off, and returned to her room. Her four primary captors would still visit her with their dicks erect and the defeated girl simply spread her legs and allowed them to use her succulent little cunt as a cum sponge.

	Twelve days after her round-the-clock gang rape, Bert came in and congratulated her on her success.

	"What do you mean?" she croaked.

	"Several things,' he explained. "But first it means that your little cunt is now off limits."

	Blair gave a loud exhalation of relief but noticed Bert unzipping his fly.

	"Open wide," he said with a grin.

	Two hours later, the men were laughing at the fourth-grader's - no, former fourth-grader's - facial expression and her howling as Brody opened her untouched ass to his prick. She was on her hands and knees on the bed and she clawed at the sheets as if trying to crawl away from the man. But he held her by her slender hips and plowed his cock between her firm little ass cheeks.

	With tears blurring her vision, Blair couldn't see the laughing men too well but the scraping of the hardness through her violently stretched anus nearly overwhelmed her senses. After a few minutes, she could sense her lush, virgin bowels becoming tenderized under the man's assault and sometime later came the inevitable burst of lava-like semen in her snug rectum.

	She didn't know who the next man was behind her but when Sam pulled her hair to jerk her head up, the touch of his cock head against her lips told her all she needed to know. Out-numbered and over-powered, she opened her mouth for him.

	Bert had called it her third trimester and she was early into it. With the regular injections of hormones, her tiny, freshly sprouting breasts had gotten ahead of the game and were producing milk. Her lactation had become just another point of discomfort and them humiliation as the men sucked her titlets to relieve the pressure. On occasion, they milked her like the little cow she was and had her drink her own milk.

	They had just done it again and the taste of her own production was mixed with the residue of semen in her mouth. Then Andy's cock added a new element. As usual, she was on her hands and knees and with the angle of her head and neck, she was able to deep-throat the man. Brody was behind her, buggering her steadily.

	Beneath her, her formerly lean belly was grossly swollen with the rape baby growing inside her very young body. Her tummy swayed with the motion of the lewd action in front of her and from behind. Bert had previously referred to that has Blair rocking her baby to sleep and it had become a running joke.

	Plumbing the young girl's ass was even more pleasurable in this state. Her small body was stuffed as it was with her expanded womb and that pressed against her innards, making her anal chute even tighter. Of course, it was well-lubed at the moment with multiple loads of semen and Brody grunted as he injected another one inside the little preteen mother-to-be's ass.

	The latest soiling in her rear did not keep Blair from keeping her lips sealed around Andy's sliding dick. When he came, she gulped everything down. After all, she now had to swallow for two.

	It was two months later when the doorbell rang at an unusually early hour. Larry was already dressed as he would soon leave for the train that took him to New York. While his home life had been wretched since Blair's disappearance, his work in the law firm thrived as he became colder and more ruthless.

	Fearing it might be a policeman with bad news, Larry flung open to the door to face the agony fully. But there was no one there. He certainly didn't see the cameras hidden in the shrubbery that captured his actions.

	After a few seconds, he noticed the blanket-draped baby carrier on the porch. What kind of sick joke was this?

	Jerking blanket off, he was startled to see a sleeping infant. On top of the baby was an envelope with his name on it. Ripping it open, he unfolded the letter and felt his temperature rise before his gut suddenly filled with ice as he read.

	"Dear Larry,

	How is your baby business going? Still a million dollars per brat? Please take this package as the first payment for the twenty-one million dollars you lost before. Little Blair will certainly be kept busy as she pumps out the remainder of your compensation before she's allowed to return home.

	Biochemistry is such a modern miracle when it comes to hormone therapy and you'd be proud to know your precious little princess got knocked up on the first try. Naturally, she couldn't carry to full term at such a young age but the baby was delivered at seven months by C-Section. Don't worry, your darling had the assistance of a brilliant plastic surgeon to keep that delivery scar from becoming permanent. Otherwise, she would be quite a sight after completing your payments, wouldn't she?

	Now, the boy here is quite healthy with all of the inoculations and such for a one month-old. Technically, he is still one-month premature if you do the math from delivery at seven months so you should have him to a pediatrician to ensure his health. After all, he is quite valuable on the open market.

	Of course, your clients will want to know about his bloodlines. Blair of course, you should know. As far as the father is concerned - it could be one of twenty different men. Yes, Blair became quite a slut - even if she didn't want to be. Naturally, the father, whoever he may be, would prefer to remain anonymous.

	I'm sure that you'll be pleased to know that we've just confirmed that your daughter is once again pregnant with your second installment. She is such a fertile little whore - on her second kid and she's not quite eleven yet!

	Two of the potential daddies are in the enclosed photo. Perhaps you can spot a detail to find out who the paternal culprit may be. We made sure she didn't get bored and just lie around during her pregnancy and we'll be sure to do the same each time.

	Enjoy your returning riches. We'll certainly enjoy making the arrangements."

	Larry pulled the photo from the envelope and gaped. There was Blair, no doubt shortly before the C-section. She was on her hands and knees with her little body so bizarrely shaped by her bloated belly. In her condition, she had even grown tiny breasts and Larry could spot a droplet of milk on the ten year-old's engorged nipple.

	Two men were having sex with her - one in her mouth and the other from behind - presumably taking his little girl anally. Just as galling were the digitally altered faces on both men. Larry's face had been inserted on each one.

	He looked up from the photo and stared into the morning. At his feet, his grandson stirred and demanded to be fed.



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