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"The fuck?" I say, waking up from a dead sleep.
I glance at the clock. "It's 2 AM, you little fuckers!" I mutter.
The noise is coming from my lawn. It sounds like a rape. God, what an annoyance! Can't sleep because some young assholes want to get some, and they have to do it in front of my house.
I peer out the window. There are five guys on the one girl. She has on clothes -- or at least some tatters now -- and no collar.
So nobody owns her. Huh, she's cute.
The girl looks to be about 15 to 18. But she could be younger and just have lived a hard life. If you had a collar, you belonged to a man, and they had to give permission to others to fuck you. But without a collar, you're public property, and these punks are apparently trying to make their mark by taking advantage of this girl. Her clothes mean she probably works for a living. She might be a delivery cunt, bringing your Chinese food and sucking your cock for the tip. Most of the Chinese joints use Asian girls, though, to play up on the Racism. Men love Racism almost as much as they love Misogyny.
The boys -- they look like high schoolers -- tear her shirt off. One of them grabs her by her brunette ponytail and forces her down on the ground. The others are tearing her skirt off. Poor thing, she'll have to let her boss fuck her ass to replace that uniform, I bet.
At that point, I felt like I have to do something. I mean, I'm tired, after all, and they will probably rape her for hours. And if they rape her to death, I'll have to call sanitation to come get the carcass. It's always just easier to put an end to this shit.
I grab my .38 Special off the nightstand and check the cylinder. Fully loaded. I haven't had to fire off a shot in years. Most of the time, just waving the snubnose around is enough to do the job. I pull some pants on over my boxers, squinting at the pain in my knee. Pushing 70 sucks, don't it? I slip on my slippers and head for the front door.
"Hey!"
They ignore me.
"I'm gonna shoot you motherfuckers if you don't stop the noise!" And get off my lawn. God, I sound so old.
"Back off, old man. She don't have a collar. She's public property." The kid's face startles me. He looks so normal. Like my own son, but younger, of course. He could be my grandson, if... What the hell has the Patriarchy done to us that a nice-looking boy would rape a girl on the front lawn?
The kid is right, of course. The law is on their side. There is absolutely nothing illegal about raping this girl. Except that they're doing it in my yard. Property is property, whether it's a pretty cunt like her or a patch of grass.
I cock the pistol and raise it, getting his attention.
"This yard ain't public property. So you had better just drop the girl and run before I... " I look down the barrel at him, putting him in my sights. I haven't shot a thing in years. My eyesight ain't what it used to be, and I left my damn glasses on the nightstand. But he doesn't know that.
"C'mon. Let's take her to our place," the kid acquiesces.
"Nope. Collar or no, she's on my property. Possession is nine tenths of the law." I smile. It's fun outwitting this dumb bastard.
He pushes the girl away, and the boys disperse. Several of them flip me the bird. Big, fucking deal, kid.
"Enjoy your fuckpig, old man. Probably can't even get it up," the kid tells his friends as they disappear into the darkness down the street.
I decock the pistol and tuck it in the back of my pants. There's no room in the front of my pants because of my fat, hairy belly. I walk over to the girl and offer her my hand.
"Y'alright? Come inside. You can sleep it off and be on your way in the morning."
She keeps her eyes down as I lead her in. Most of her clothes are in the yard, still. She has on panties and a few shreds of her shirt. Her stockings are ripped, and one of them is rolled down to her ankle. God, those are nice legs. But keep it in your pants, old man. The kid is right: you probably couldn't even get it up, anyway.
"Do you want something to drink or eat? Do you have a name?" I ask, setting the revolver down on the kitchen counter and getting some orange juice out of the fridge.
"Oh, fuck. I'm doing it wrong. I'm sorry." She's been programmed since birth to not think of yourself as a human. "Does it need food or drink? Does the...uh...stupid cow have a name?"
Though her head is down, I can see the hint of a smile.
"It is thirsty, sir," she says quietly.
I pour her a glass of orange juice and hand it to her.
"Lily," she says. "Thank you."
"You look uncomfortable, Lily," I say, forgetting to dehumanize her. "Do you want some clothes to put on?"
She shakes her head.
"It would feel more comfortable removing these clothes in a man's sight. If that would please you, sir."
I look her up and down.
"It would. It would please me a lot. But it would make me uncomfortable, too. My mom was a Feminist, you know. Back before the Patriarchy war. But you've been through... Sorry. It has been through more than I have. It may take off its clothes."
I feel like a heel watching this young woman undress, like a dirty pervert. But I also feel like a man -- not a Man, with a capital M, mind you. I never learned to love the Patriarchy and embrace Misogyny. But, well, if my pencil had any lead left in it, I would definitely be ready for the test.
"You're pretty, Lily," I say.
I notice the wet spot in the gusset of her panties as they crumple at her feet. Probably from the rape. "Power makes girls wet, and violence is power." At least that's what all the propaganda posters in the high schools say. "Hit your bitch. She'll thank you for it." The thought churns my stomach, but it also tightens my loins.
She sees me looking at her panties.
"Would you like to use this worthless whore, sir? The least it could do is offer its cunt to you in gratitude."
"I wish I could, Lily. But my old pecker hasn't worked in years. God, but you're beautiful."
"It could abuse itself for your entertainment," Lily suggested. "Or you could abuse it." She glances up, not to my face, but almost. "If that's more entertaining for you, sir."
"Hmph. Is that what they program you to do? You're just a walking object, aren't you? My mom taught me to respect women. I can't fuck you, but I could eat your pussy. When was the last time you had an orgasm, Lily?"
"This worthless cunt doesn't deserve to cum, Master."
"I'm not your master, honey. And if ever there was a body that should be cumming it's yours. How old are you?"
"This dumb sow has lived sixteen years, sir."
"Your hairless slit is so pretty. Did your mom give you the virgin waxing so that you'd never have to worry about being ugly for a man?"
"It doesn't remember its mother, sir. But yes, the Ugly Mothers waxed its cunt as a child."
I laugh at the term Ugly Mothers. If you're too ugly for anyone to want to fuck you, you either become a factory worker, a human milk cow, or a nun. And the nuns usually raise the orphans. That's how they get the title of Mother -- nobody wants to breed those monstrosities.
"Look at me, Lily."
I know I've given her an almost impossible command. It will make her nervous. She'll feel like she's doing something wrong, looking into a man's eyes. But she has to obey me because I have a dick between my legs.
Slowly, her eyes move up to meet mine.
"You're so fucking pretty, girl," I tell her.
Lily's eyes water. She's not allowed to be pretty. She's a worthless, ugly cunt whose only value comes from making men cum. Or at least that's what she's programmed to believe. Eventually, though, I realize that I'm torturing her. She'll feel so much more at home if I just treat her the way she expects.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?"
"Please?" she begs, tears dripping down her face.
"The human race is amazing. You've been programmed since birth to want a man to abuse you. You feel comfortable and at ease if a man fucks you. Even if you don't want it at first, it just feels right, doesn't it?
"Yes, sir," she whimpers.
"If I slap you, will it make you feel better?"
"Oh, yes! Please beat me, Master."
The force of her cheek resisting my hand burns my skin. But oddly, it feels -- right.
"Thank you, Master!" she says after a shriek.
I hit her again. Not for her sake, this time, but for mine. I was programmed, as well. My mother made me try to fight it, but...it just feels so right to hit a woman. And I marvel that the propaganda posters were right. I hit that bitch, and she thanked me.
"You could live here," I say. I want her. I mean I want to want her. My cock flinched when I hit her face, but it hasn't risen to mast in years. Except at night. I only get erections at night. It must be a psychological problem, the doctors tell me. "I can't fuck you, but I could...use you. Domestically, I mean. You could clean and cook."
"You would put a collar on such a worthless piece of filth?" Lily asks.
It breaks my heart. I mean girls never accepted their beauty even back when I was a kid. But now...she'll never know she's pretty. She'll work to look as beautiful as she can, but it will never be good enough.
"I always wanted a little girl," I tell her. "We had a boy, my wife and I. He died in the war. And after the war...well, my wife and I weren't good together. I never claimed her as property."
Once the Patriarchy was established, men could turn in their marriage certificates to the courthouse in exchange for a title deed for their wive's bodies. Likewise, a father could take his daughter's birth certificate in for a deed.
"I kicked her out. But I always thought that if we'd had a little girl, I would have been happy."
"This whore could call you Daddy, if you like."
My breathing gives me away. She knows my hook now, and she's going to reel me in. The one thing women learn most when you take away their rights is how to exercise what little power you give them. Right now, her power is between my legs. But she's no ordinary whore. This girl is smart. That must be how she survived being so pretty and uncollared for so long.
"You wanted a daughter to fuck," she says. "You like the little ones. Is that why your wife left you?"
I feel that I should slap her for her insolence. She's pushing my buttons, testing my boundaries. If she knows how weak and un-masculine I can be, she might just walk all over me. Like my mother did. Like my wife did.
"I heard that some of the old women thought it was wrong for a man to want a child. But I don't believe that. My father used me. I loved him. He was a good man, like you. He taught me how to love his cock inside me. I was seven when he first made me useful."
"He died. That's why you have no collar? That's why you were raised by the Ugly Mothers?"
She places her hands on my belly, feeling the roundness.
"You should beat me for speaking like a human," she says, looking up into my eyes. "I want you to beat me. It will feel so good when you hurt me. My pussy will get wet from it. I'll call you, Daddy. You're fighting your natural masculine urges. That's why your dick won't grow. But I swear to you, Daddy. If you beat me, your cock will get hard. You can put it in me. I can give you the little girl you always wanted."
My hand is in her hair before I know what has come over me. It feels so good to yank it in my fist. When my other hand comes down on her cheek, I grunt, and it feels so fucking incredible to hit her. I do it again, and when tears fill her eyes, it makes my heart leap with joy, with a satisfying sense of accomplishment.
"On your knees. Hands behind you. Chest out," I order.
"Yes," she gasps.
Another slap.
"Yes, Master."
She obeys.
"I'm not your master, Lily."
"You could own this worthless cow, sir. Put your seed in this cunt's pussy hole. Call the authorities, and claim me. They will bring you a collar and deed. They want this stupid piece of trash off the street. They will pay you a finder's fee for claiming this pussy. When they pierce its worthless cunt lips, the tag will read your name."
She dares to look up into my eyes. I knew she was smart. She's manipulating me. But, oddly, she's doing it for the protection of both of us. She's not just an anomaly like me, she's brilliant. Before the war, she might have been a doctor, or a CEO. Now the most she can be is my property.
"William," I say. "The tag will read William, but you can call me Bill."
"It can't call you any such thing. It can only call you Master."
"It can worship me as Master. But, oh, Lily, when I push my cock into your young, pretty cunt, I want to hear you say my name."
"What if I just say, Daddy?"
I push my fingers into its mouth. It looks up at me as I gag it. While I degrade the thing's orifice, it lifts its hands up to unfasten my pants. It strokes my dick, bringing me to half mast. I pull my fingers out of its mouth. It sucks my fingers as I pull them free to show me how dedicated its mouth is. It takes my dick into its face hole.
"Oh fuck," I sigh.
I grab its head and start to use it. I know it wants this. I know it needs this. It feels complete when a man uses its holes.
"Suck me, you dumb whore."
I've never had a more wonderful experience inside a woman's mouth before. I tried a few public property girls after I kicked my wife out, but nothing ever felt right. But this... this cow feels so good, so right.
"Get up and bend over the couch. I need that pussy."
My dick is hard. I'd forgotten what it felt like. My cock has a hunger of its own, a yearning, a need.
As it bends over, I feel the lust burning in my chest at the sight of a woman's ass and pudenda, presented in this way, like an animal waiting to be mounted, like a mare waiting to be bred, like a bitch. I shove myself into the wet hole. I grab its hair. I ride it. I don't care whether it likes it or not. I use it. It responds. The cunt hole gets wetter. The mouth moans. The lips whisper "Daddy".
"My little girl," I whimper as I cum inside her -- inside it. I don't know anymore. Am I a Feminist or a Misogynist? She's a real girl who just made a choice about her future to take my cock. But she's also just a sexy, warm fuckrag who was made to be taken.
The climax feels incredible. I'd forgotten this feeling. My knees buckle. I'm panting. Electricity is sizzling though me, radiating from my groin. My belly presses down on her ass -- on its ass. Its tight, pretty ass.
My erection has not waned. I just came inside a teenager, and my erection is still hard. I pull out and position it at her anus.
"Yes, Daddy," she whimpers. "I love it when you rape me there. It hurts me so bad, but I know that hole is so tight on your big, sexy dick. Do it, Daddy!"
In what little lucidity I have through the fog of my orgasm, I think she's reliving a moment with her father -- before she was fully dehumanized -- when giving her body to her dad meant love, not just utility. I want both. I want to love her and use it.
"Daddy loves hurting you, Princess. You were made for Daddy, weren't you? Oh god, Lily!"
Her ass is so tight, so warm. With my cum lubricating my cock, it feels so perfectly slippery and hot as it grips my dick in its velvet embrace.
"My wife never let me," I whimper, breaking character.
"Your wife was insolent. She should have been beaten, punished. I always let my Daddy rape my ass," she looks over her shoulder at me. "He would slap my butt as he fucked it. Or sometimes he would make me lie on my back and fuck my ass while hitting my pussy. He taught me to associate pain with pleasure. Giving my pain to him felt so intimate and amazing."
I nod. I'm scared. I was never supposed to be this guy -- the one who hurts girls. Mom would be so ashamed of me. My own son, if he were still alive, would tell me that he fought for her rights as a human, that this is wrong. But it feels so good to think about her crying for me.
"When I give you a daughter, I will teach her to love the pain you give her. She will offer you her ass before her pussy is even fuckable. You'll hit her face, and she'll love you for it. You'll spank her pussy, and she'll beg for more. She'll plead for you to rape her before her first period. Your cum will be in her pussy when her first egg reaches her fallopian tubes. If we time it right, she'll never have a period her whole life because you'll breed her over and over and over. You can keep her offspring or sell them or offer them to your friends."
I start thrusting into her. Her eyes water. It's so pretty when its eyes water.
"I was genetically altered to only bear girls. I was my Daddy's favorite, and he wanted me to be his breeding cow. My daughters will have my genes. Our eggs will reject any sperm with the Y chromosome. You'll have all the little girls you could ever want...Daddy."
I rip my dick out of her ass and flip her around. She spreads her legs, pulling them up to her chest and spreads her ass cheeks for me. She feels just as incredible from this angle, and I can see her titties, her cunt, her face. I can hit it. I can beat this stupid fuckpig.
"I know you want to hit me, Daddy. Please. It will feel so good to both of us. Hurt me."
Its face reddens from the slaps. Its udders bounce beneath my blows. It cries out in pain, begging for more. The cow's pussy gushes as I fuck its ass and spank its cunt.
"You dumb bitch," I grunt. I hate myself, but it feels soooo good to degrade her.
"Hit me, Daddy. I'm just a dumb whore."
I slap, slap, slap that stupid face. Then I shove my fingers into its mouth. It gags on my fingers. It feels so good to watch the dumb cunt look so stupid and helpless. It's more than programming. I feel it in my body. Treating a woman this way is...right.
I remember the arguments against the Feminists before the war. That rape is common in the animal kingdom. It's an evolutionary act. That males are bigger and more powerful than females in almost every species. That women's bodies produce heroin-like drugs when fucked and beaten -- especially against their will. That rape is an act of sex, not of violence. That's why rapists chose pretty victims and blame them for their clothing. And some argued that it was why the victims dressed that way -- because women respond so positively to masculinity in its most raw form.
I pinch the dumb cow's nipples and beat its udders. I spit in its face. It opens its mouth, and I spit again. It's not a woman. It's an object. It's a fucktoy. It's a rapeslut.
It's mine.
My cow. My breeding cow.
The raw, masculine energy, fueled by testosterone surges through me, but there is still that part of me that actually feels for Lily. For the bright, intelligent woman that made the choice to give her body to me. I love that girl.
I pull her by her hair until her mouth is on mine. She moans as I fuck her ass. Oh god I love her. I love it. I love this.
Her hands rub my belly when I break the kiss.
"I love your big daddy belly, Daddy. It feels so good pushing my body down. I'll make you such wonderful food to fatten you up, so you can dominate me with your amazing body. I love you, Daddy!"
"I love you, too, Lily!"
"I know! But you have to stop! You have to quit loving me and just use me. You have to slap me when I look you in the eyes. You have to take a belt to my tits when I forget to dehumanize myself when speaking. Please, Bill. It will feel so good to have you beat me."
I smack her pussy, making her flinch.
"Say it again, fuckpig, and say it right."
She corrects herself, emphasizing the right ways to speak to me and speak of herself.
"Please, Daddy. It will feel so good to have you beat this worthless cunt."
"My cunt," I growl as I pound her ass. I feel so close to climaxing in it.
"Daddy's cunt. Daddy's ass. Daddy's mouth. Daddy's tits. This whore belongs to Daddy. It will wear Daddy's collar with pride."
"I own you, bitch!"
"Yes!"
"AAAGGHHHHH!" I cum so hard in its tight asshole. It cries as my semen burns in its bowels. It continues crying as I push it down to the floor and made it raise its ass to the door.
When the inspector arrives -- an ugly woman, of course. What else would have to work the nightshift, identifying claims for private ownership of public property?
I love watching the inspection. It looks so dehumanized as the ugly one prods its pussy and ass. The ugly one licks the cum from both holes, tasting, testing to make sure it is real cum. The government doesn't give up its property without a thorough inspection.
The ugly one hands me the collar, but it puts the ring in my fuckpig's labia for me. My sow cries out at the pain of having its labia pierced. It has my name now, dangling between its legs. "Property of William Lorde."
"This worthless troll congratulates you on your ownership," the ugly inspector thing says before it leaves.
Lily is waiting. On her knees, with her hair held up, waiting patiently, obediently for me to collar her.
"Look me in the eyes when I do it," I order her quietly. "I want to see the resignation on your face that you're mine now."
"Yes, Daddy," she says with a smile.
Her neck feels so delicate, so vulnerable. I could choke her out. I could snap her like a twig. She knows it. She feels it.
"Mine," I say as I fasten the clasp and stand upright.
"Yours," she says in a breathy voice, looking up at me.
"I'll beat you every day," I promise. "You'll have to sleep on the floor, not in my bed. You will shop for me. You will cook for me. You will clean for me."
"Yes!" she cries.
"I own you."
"This worthless fuckmeat is your slave, Daddy."
"But most importantly, you will give me babies."
"Yes, Daddy. Lots of little girls. And they'll all be your property, too."
I stroke her cheek.
"Once you're pregnant, I'll stop fucking your pussy. I'll only fuck your ass. Unless I'm breeding you, your pussy will be for beating. I want your only pleasure to come from pain."
"Yes! Oh, Daddy, yes!" she cries, smiling through her tears. "The only pleasure that matters is yours!"
Everything I say sounds so horrible, but it feels so right -- in my heart, in my cock, in my cock that is swelling again.
She lays her hands on my belly and kisses it, looking up at me. My cock throbbs against the outside of her throat. I feel her swallow, and then I feel her take my dick and start stroking it. She rubs my pre-cum on her neck, stroking her vulnerable, soft skin with my penis.
"This sow has not felt a cock as large as yours, Daddy, inside her collared throat in a long time. Would Daddy like to rape its mouth and feel it gag on his huge manhood?"
Oh god, Lily, I love you so much!
"Open up, and let Daddy in."
My belly grows as she feeds me rich meals. Her belly grows as my daughter gestates inside of her. Once a day, I beat her with a belt, forcing her to tell me why she's receiving the beating. I don't care the reasons. There are always reasons. I just like hearing her cry and watching the tears pour down that worthless, pretty face.
The day comes for our child to arrive into this cruel world. My cow squats over a mat on my livingroom floor, attended by the ugly, government-appointed midwife. Whenever my Lily cow screams from the pain, I slap her. The pressure and pain of my baby ripping its way through her cunt causes Lily to orgasm. My daughter comes into this world covered in its mother's cum.
I sign the papers of ownership, and the birth attendant pierces the baby's ear with my tag and hands me the deed and a collar. Her cunt lips won't be pierced until I take her cherry, then I'll get a sticker to put on her deed that shows that she's fuckable now.
I look down at the tiny lump of breathing flesh. I hold her in my arms. My heart swells at the thought of finally having a daughter. Lily smiles at me, her face shining with sweat as she bathes in the afterglow of her orgasmic delivery.
"You came on my daughter," I say.
"She was born into sex. As my cum rubbed across her face, she was baptized in purpose."
Lily's words cause my dick to swell.
"Would Daddy like to cum on his little baby, too? Bath her in your cum. Cover my tits in your semen, and I'll make her eat it off me as she consumes her first meal of my milk."
The depravity of how far I have sunk into the realm of Misogyny makes my head swim. But I know this is how the world works now. I know that this is right. Both mother and child are my toys, my objects, my cunts.
I hold the baby as Lily sucks my dick, bringing me to the edge of orgasm. Then, still on her knees, she takes my child and holds her as I finish myself off, cumming on her tits. She milks the last few drops of cum out of me and onto the infant's face. Then Lily looks up at me and smiles.
"I can't wait to watch you fuck her, Daddy. But until she's ready, I will feed her your cum every day. She will know the taste of your seed as the flavor of happiness and security."
Lily holds my child to her chest, and I watch as the baby's cum-covered face roots for the nipple soaked in my jizz. I crumple to my knees in erotic delight as I watch my baby suck my cum off its mother's tit.
"What do you want to name it, Daddy?" Lily asks.
She's a flower, like her mother, I muse. The first of many, so why not start at the beginning of the alphabet?
"Amaryllis," I say.
Lily smiles up at me as my child sucks my semen and her milk from her tit, and she says:
Were it not better done as others use,
To sport with Amaryllis in the shade,
Or with the tangles of Neaera's hair?
I'm fascinated as this dumb cow, this worthless pig cunt, quotes Milton to me. Her father must have educated her in more than just the love of pain. But the meaning is not lost on me, and she knows it. Milton's character Lycidas is asking whether it wouldn't be better to just give up musing the meaning of things and go with the flow -- just be a shepard that fucks shepard girls in the shade. Think like a sheep. Go with the herd.
"As others use," I say, reaching out to touch Amaryllis's pussy lips.
Lily spreads our daughter's legs, giving me access to her infant cunt.
"Her body is already capable of orgasm," Lily tells me. "Do you want to make our little piglet cum?"
While my daughter draws her first drink from her mother's udders, I get down and put my mouth on her newborn twat. She is covered in amniotic fluid, but it doesn't take long for her little cunt to start gushing on my mouth. I feel her tremble against my lips. Her tiny, pudgy thighs clamp around my face. She breaks the suction against her mother's nipple to gasp.
Lily runs her fingers through my hair as she smiles down at me.
"What a good Daddy. Do you like the taste of Amaryllis's little pussy?"
I'm panting. My dick is hard. I feel so sick and depraved in the best way possible. She's my cunt. I own her.
"I need to fuck," I tell my cow.
Though her pussy has been ripped to shreds by birthing a child just moments ago, my Lily lies back on the floor and spreads her legs to me. She is trembling.
"The cunt hole will hurt me the most, if that's what you want. But the asshole might feel better, tighter for your cock, Daddy."
I look down at her gaping labia, and I can't resist. I shove myself into the mess of her cunt. She screams in pain as my dick rubs the tears in her vagina. It feels like I'm fucking a sack of bloody meat. Her body tenses. Her thighs tremble.
"It feels good, Lily," I grunt.
"Then don't stop, Daddy," she gasps.
I put my hand over mouth as I assault her ruined cunt. She screams into my palm, still holding Amaryllis against her tit. I watch my child suck its mother as I fuck her senseless, every thrust driving pain through her body. Lily's tears look so pretty, streaming down her flushed cheeks as she stares at the ceiling with panic in her eyes.
As I hammer into her, I feel her lift her hips to me. Though I could easily be causing enough pain to make her pass out, she's doing her best to fuck me back. Then I feel it, the gush of grool. The pain is turning on her ravaged pussy. She's programmed to love pain. When she arches her back, I know that she's there, and I pinch her nose closed to deprive her of air, to make her orgasm as intense as possible.
Her shredded vaginal walls tremble as they milk my cock in her climax, and I cum.
I cum.
So hard.
She feels it. The smile in her eyes lets me know that she's proud of herself. I'm proud of her. She's the most dedicated fuck I've ever witnessed. I'm the luckiest owner in the world.
I remove my hand from her mouth and watch her pant, gasping desperately for breath.
"Thank you, Daddy!" she gasps between breaths, tears pouring from her eyes.
As my cock spasms with each squirt into her destroyed womb and her pussy clenches sporadically on my dick, I think about how good it will feel to rape my daughter, to shove my cock into a child. Then I pull my dick out and wipe it on Lily's thigh.
"Clean up your mess before bed, you dumb cow," I say, looking at the towels drenched in amniotic fluid and blood, the afterbirth lying on the floor. "And I know that it's 4 AM, but make sure you have my breakfast ready on time."
"Yes, Daddy," she sighs, contentedly.
"You did a good job delivering my new fuckpiglet, Lily. I look forward to sporting with Amaryllis in the shade. When we get to my..." I count the letters from A to N. "...fourteenth child, remind me that it would be fun to name her Neaera so that I can live like Lycidas, tangled in her hair."
Lily smiles.
"I won't forget. You're such a good Daddy. I'll give you lots of little flowers and nymphs to fuck."
"I'm going to get a shower and get some sleep. After you clean up this mess..." I shouldn't say it. I shouldn't break the mold. Treat her like a cow. Don't love her, Bill. "...you can sleep in the bed with me, if you want."
"Thank you, Bill," Lily says, forgetting herself.
"I'll have to punish you tomorrow for it, of course, and for calling me by name just now. But...I'm proud of you, Lily. You are an incredible thing."
"Thank you, Daddy."
I turn to go, and the sight of Lily's bloody cunt, dripping with my cum, catches my eye. God, I love the Patriarchy!
The End