A Christmas Miracle (MF Rape Impregnation Cheating BDSM)

Chapter 1

Miriam held the door open as Ron half supported, and half dragged his brother Ed through it. They’d gone to her in-laws for Thanksgiving for a holiday feast, but somewhere between pie and football, her husband Ed had decided to get completely drunk. At least he hadn’t embarrassed himself, or her too much this time, she thought as she watched the two men slowly stumble to the bedroom. They’d all been drinking of course, and she was more than a little buzzed, but she couldn’t understand why he went to extremes like this sometimes.

“Easy there buddy,” came the calm sound of her brother-in-law, Ron as he maneuvered his brother into the master bedroom. “You’re not going to puke on me now, are you?” Her husband made a muffled, noncommittal response, and then he was dumped on to bed. For the hundredth time she wished that Ed was just a little more like his brother. Physically they were very similar; They were both tall, with dark brown hair and eyes, but mentally they were very nearly opposites. Ed was loud, gregarious, and impulsive while his brother was…

She heard the bedroom door shut as she sat down on the living room couch to wait for Ron. When he arrived and sat down in the easy chair across from her. “He’s out like a light, but he should be okay by noon if you guys want to do some black Friday shopping.” he chuckled, “Just don’t expect him to get up too early for any of those door buster sales.”

“You know we do all that stuff online these days, right Ron?” Miriam responded, “Not that I care about saving a few bucks on Christmas shopping. All I care about right now is why my husband is like this. One minute we’re all having a good time together and the next… it’s like there’s a switch that gets flipped and he’s a different person.”

“Ed has a problem or two,” Ron agreed, “But drinking isn’t one of them. Not really.”

He sighed, obviously trying to decide what to say, before finally uttering a cryptic, “He’s just having a hard time lately. That’s all.”

“A hard time?” Miriam asked, wracking her mind for any problems in their life and coming up empty. “Hard time? Everything is great.”

Ron looked at her skeptically. “Great, huh?”

“Yeah,” she countered, raising up her hand to tick off the reasons one by one as she listed them. “The real estate market is booming so Ed is making good money, no one is sick, our trip to Hawaii was great, and even our bedroom…” she blushed as she realized that her sex life was none of her brother in law’s business. “Suffice to say everything is great.”

“Is that so?” Ron smiled coldly, “Is that why Ed got this nice three bedroom house in a good school district? Or why he hustles fifty or sixty hours every week? Because he wants just the two of you to go on nice vacations together?”

“I don’t know what you’re getting at,” Miriam uttered defensively, taken aback by Ron’s tone more than by his words.

“I think you do.” he responded dryly. “Tell me, are you guys still trying for a baby?”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes,” Miriam answered. It was her turn to be cold now. “And honestly it’s not going well, but we’re going to look into artificial insemination and maybe adoption. We…”

“And that’s the problem right there.” Ron said, pointing accusingly at her. “You think those things will solve the family-shaped hole in your life, but it’s just going to make it worse. I know you’re trying, and I know it’s Ed’s fault, but…”

“What do you mean, it’s Ed’s fault?” Miriam asked, leaning forward. For over a year she’d been pretty sure that was the case, but to hear someone else say it… To hear her husband’s brother say it; had he gotten his sperm tested and decided not to tell her? “And what do you mean it’s going to make it worse?” she added as an afterthought, “Ed want’s a family more than anything. I’ve always known that.”

“Ed will never accept a child if he knows it’s not his. Period. But he wasn’t thinking about that when he shot up all those steroids in college to win those big games, did he?” Ron sighed, shaking his head as he stood up. “No, I’ve thought about this a lot, and there’s really only one way to solve this problem.”

“Steroids? Problem?! What are you talking about”, she asked nervously. She liked Ron a lot. He was calm and intelligent, but could be frighteningly intense. And right now was one of those times. As he walked towards her and sat down on the couch next to her.

“You need to get pregnant, Miriam, and since Ed isn’t going to be the one to do it, you need to find someone that looks an awful lot like him, and…” Ron said calmly.

“Out of the question,” Miriam interrupted, “I’d never cheat on Ed.”

“I know,” Ron nodded, “I know. Your loyalty to your husband does you real credit. Since you wont cheat though, it only complicates things further. You’re going to have to…”

“I think you should leave,” Miriam protested, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable about where this conversation was going. Something felt off and she’d learned to trust those instincts.

Ron smiled patiently and grabbed her as she rose, pulling her back down to the couch. “I don’t think I…”

“Get your hands off me right now Ron or I swear to god I’ll scream,” Miriam vowed, trying and failing to keep the fear out of her voice. “You’re drunk and…”

From out of nowhere Ron’s left hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed hard as he pushed her back onto the couch until he was looming above her. Deep in Miriam’s mind part of her was raging to fight back. It told her to claw at his eyes and knee his groin. She couldn’t do it though. The sudden violence of Ron’s actions stunned her.

“Why is it cunts like you never let a man finish what he’s saying,” Ron growled, without raising his voice. He paused to see if she was going to put up a fight, and when she didn’t, he started again, “Ed won’t accept anyone else’s brat, you won’t cheat on him willingly, and so to make everyone happy I’m going to have to rape a baby into that pussy of yours.”

Miriam heard his words, but she couldn’t comprehend them. Strung together in that order they just didn’t make any sense. It wasn’t until his right hand pulled the nice dress she’d been wearing above her knee and threatened to expose her underwear that she finally stirred. He couldn’t be serious. He just couldn’t. But he was acting as if he was. She tried to fight back then – bringing her hands up to push against him weakly as she croaked, “No – don’t do this – please…”

Rob’s only response was to smile as he tightened his grip. Miriam found herself suddenly unable to breathe, and brought her hands down to his as she tried to pry loose his fingers. It didn’t help though; all the strength in both of her hands couldn’t even dislodge one of his fingers, and soon her strength was failing along with her vision, as her world darkened around the edges.

That was when she heard as much as felt her panties tear off of her. With a single hard jerk, the thin white cotton shredded under the assault and he pulled the cloth free, tossing it aside. Being choked had distracted her so much that she didn’t even realize he’d bunched her dress up around her waist, but now her vagina was exposed to her own brother in law.

Then he finally released her, returning her breath to her in a fit of coughing. While she was distracted he unzipped his fly, and fished his dick out of his fly. She couldn’t see it, but by the time she’d caught her breath enough to speak, she felt it pressing insistently against her sex.

“Please Rob,” she begged, the desperation obvious in her voice, “Please I won’t tell. I promise. If you stop now we can… Mmmmm…” Miriam’s words were interrupted by an involuntary moan as she felt the head of her rapist’s dick pop inside of her unwilling pussy.

“For a loyal wife that definitely doesn’t want this, your pussy sure is wet and ready, isn’t it?” Rob gloated without stopping as he slid his cock inside his brother’s wife, to the hilt.

“Uhhh,” she grunted as he bottomed out roughly against her cervix. He certainly wasn’t wrong about her arousal, she thought, even if she didn’t understand why this had turned her on. Nothing about this was sexy. She’d never admit it to a monster that would betray her trust like this, but normally her husband had to go down on her until she came once or twice to get this wet. She flushed red in embarrassment at the idea while he stared at her. She tried to meet his hungry gaze with rage, but once he pumped in and out of her, her resolve collapsed into a series of sighs and moans.

“Relax Miriam.” her rapist sneered, obviously enjoying the feeling of her slick walls twisting around him with each thrust. “I wont tell anyone else that you’re a rape slut. Your secret is safe with me.” And even though he obviously took enjoyment in the effect he was having on her, he didn’t move to fondle or kiss her. It was the opposite of almost every sexual encounter she’d ever had. It was rough yet clinical, but almost brutal as he pounded into her with force and precision that was practically mechanical.

Moment by moment and thrust by thrust, the shock that had paralyzed her for the first minute of this assault was burning away. Now that the bonfire inside of her was starting to rage, she could finally feel her own white hot anger again. Without warning she reached up with both hands to claw his face and make him stop. Her hands never reached her target though. As soon as she made her move, Rob caught her by the wrists and easily pinned them both effortlessly over her head.

“You’re half my size Miriam,” he grunted, “You can’t stop. You can’t even resist me. You can barely resist your own body. If this keeps up much longer you’ll be cumming all over your rapist’s dick. What kind of depraved slut does that?” Rob was panting now, and his thrusts were increasingly urgent. He wasn’t wrong though. Normally without a vibrator or a tongue Miriam wouldn’t get within a hundred miles of an orgasm, but for some fucked up reason her body was responding to the terrible things he was doing to her, and she hated herself for it.

“Never!” she spat, “I’d never enjoy this. I’d never enjoy anything you do to me.”

“It doesn’t matter to me either way, just as long as you get pregnant,” he declared, pausing for a moment. Then his smile broadened as he felt her cunt convulse around his dick when he said the word ‘pregnant’. “Is that it? I thought that you were a rape slut, but maybe you’re just a breeding bitch. Does the idea of being bred turn you on?’

“No,” she whined, “That’s not t-true. I don’t want you or you dick or your baby or… oh fuck.” She denied everything, but she couldn’t deny the way he was making her feel. The pleasure inside her was as relentless as the cock pistoning in and out of her against her will, and it was slowly driving her mad. For the first minute or two she’d been able to ignore it, and for the next couple of minutes she’d been able to hide it, but now… Now the dams she’d built to hold back the tide inside of her were being overwhelmed by the flood.

“I don’t care what you want slut,” he countered. “You don’t matter, and neither does your pleasure. All that matters to me is my brother’s happiness, so if I need to knock up his frigid little wife so he can have a son to take little league than so fucking be it.”

It was all too much, but those words and images were what pushed her over the edge. The idea of being bred against her will by a man she should never have fucked in the first place… the idea of having his kid and having to keep that secret for the rest of her life… The last of her defenses crumbled, and she drowned in a pleasure so intense that for a moment she blacked out. She didn’t feel Rob’s cock pulse and throb as her orgasm pushed him over the edge too. She didn’t feel the hot cum flood her womb, but when she regained consciousness it was the feeling of her hips being elevated as her rapist slid a cushion under them.

She looked at him and tried to muster up the hate she’d felt earlier, but couldn’t find it. “I’ll never forgive you,” she promised, tiredly.

“That’s fine,” Rob said as he zipped up his fly, “Just get pregnant and tell my brother it’s his, and we’ll call it even.” And then he put on his jacket and walked out the front door, leaving her alone with only the afterglow and her husband’s quiet snoring to keep her company.

Miriam had no idea what she should do next. Should she wake her husband up or call the police? Should she take a shower and pretend this never happened? She was sure she should do something, but as the minutes passed and she thought about what happened, all she actually did was lay on the couch letting her rapist’s sperm soak deeper into her womb.

After a few more minutes of indecision she decided just to go to bed. She threw away her panties, stripped off her dress and snuggled up next to her husband. She could always get a morning after pill tomorrow if that’s what she decided to do. As she laid next to Ed she pondered just how different the two brothers were. They’d both gone to university on sports scholarships.

By all accounts they were incredibly similar their whole lives, until Rob’s knee had been messed up in a bad tackle. After that Ed had continued on the trajectory that led him to her. They’d gotten married three years ago when she was twenty four. Rob on the other hand had dropped out the year after his injury and started his own business doing welding or something. He seemed to get his life together after a few dark years, but Ed had always hinted that his younger brother had his own demons to deal with. Maybe she should have listened to that warning more carefully, she thought as she drifted off to sleep, because those demons had finally found their way into her life.

Chapter 2

For the next few days Miriam tried to pretend that nothing had happened and everything was fine. She fucked Ed a couple times to try to forget the way that his brother made her feel without much success. Choosing not to turn him in, or to take plan b had made her complicit somehow, and that made her feel dirty. What would she do if his sperm managed to find her egg? Could she live with herself and keep that secret? After a week of these gnawing doubts, she decided she had to confront Rob. What he had done to her was monstrous, but he was family, and for the sake of her husband they would have to find a way to put it behind them.

She waited until her husband’s bowling night on Wednesday, and then drove over to Rob’s house out on the edge of town. It was a fixer upper on a couple acres, and it looked perpetually run down because of all the projects he was working on. She’d never noticed just how remote it was before, but as she parked in the driveway, she couldn’t help but notice now. If she called for help would anyone even hear her? With that thought on her mind, and more than a little trepidation, she rang the doorbell.

Rob answered the door shirtless, wearing an old pair of jeans. He was muscled and hairy in that blue collar way that hadn’t been in fashion since the 80’s, not that Rob was one to care at all about fashion. He smiled when he saw his sister in law, and opened the door wider to let her in with a mocking flourish of his beer. “Well isn’t this a surprise Miriam, is this just a social call, or is there something I can do for you?”

Miriam walked past him without a word, and walked to the dining room, sitting down at the far side of the table to put an obstacle in between her and the man that had attacked her so recently. “Sit down Rob.” she said finally, sounding more confident than she felt. “We need to talk.”

Rob walked by the table, ignoring her imperious demand as he finished his beer. Then he grabbed two more from the refrigerator, and put one down in front of his guest, making her flinch before he sat down across the table from her. “Sure Mir, we can talk. What do you want to talk about.”

‘Let’s talk about what you did to me, you prick.’

‘So you’re a rapist, huh?’

‘How do you sleep at night?’

The words raced through her mind one after another, but she discarded each accusation and question unsaid as she searched for the right way to start this conversation. In the end she settled on, “Why did you call me frigid?”

Rob laughed, long and loud, setting down his beer. “That’s what you want to know,” he asked finally, “That’s the one thing I said that stuck out to you?”

Miriam ignored the beer and sat quietly, waiting for his answer.

“Ed says a lot of things when he’s drinking,” he responded vaguely before taking a long swig of his beer, “but from what I saw you don’t seem to have any problem in that department, so I wouldn’t worry about it.”

Miriam turned that over in her mind for a minute, wondering what exactly her husband had said about her to his brother when he was drunk. Finally she added “Ed is very good with his tongue but I’ve never… you know… not from sex before.”

“Never?” Rob asked, raising an eyebrow, “Well that’s unfortunate.”

“I don’t know,” Miriam said philosophically, finally picking up her beer, “It hasn’t really bothered me since college.”

“That’s not what I mean,” he corrected her, “I mean that you shouldn’t be getting more enjoyment from me than from your husband. Tell him to be rougher next time.”

“But I don’t like rough sex,” Miriam protested. “Unlike you, your brother can be very gentle.”

“First of all, that wasn’t sex Miriam,” he countered, standing up, “second, that wasn’t rough, and third – well, just follow me.” Without waiting for her response, Rob walked out of the room, and down the hall. Miriam thought about refusing without an explanation, or just leaving, but she hadn’t gotten any of the answers she needed yet. If she didn’t find some way for all of this to make sense then she knew that a week from now either she’d be back here or lying awake at night while those questions ate her alive, so reluctantly she got up and followed her brother in law, leaving her beer on the table.

He went out the side door, and by the time she saw where he was going, he was stepping into the dilapidated barn outback. She thought that he only used it for storage these days because work kept him too busy to keep any livestock, but he talked about turning this back into a working barn now and then. She was cautious as she followed thirty seconds behind him, unable to imagine why he’d be dragging her out this time of night. It had been dark outside, but once she stepped inside it was pitch black. Even after giving her eyes a minute to adjust, she still couldn’t see anything.

“Knock it off and just show me what you want to show me Rob, or I’m out of here.” Miriam called out, “I don’t have time for games.” Before she finished speaking a switch was flipped somewhere and one by one lights began to flicker and blink on in the dingy barn. In the back there were a few dozen bales of hay, and in the front some industrial equipment had been parked out of the weather. Neither of those drew her eye though. Instead she slowly walked to the center of the barn to where a pair of padded manacles had been secured to a thick rafter several feet above her head.

When she was so close to the manacles she could almost reach up and touch them. She felt a hand on her hip that made her jump out of her skin. “Jesus Rob, what the fuck are you doing,” she demanded, as she tried to spin around. His grip stopped her as he loomed behind her, pressing his body against hers. “Let go of me right now or I’ll scream. I swear to god I will.”

The only answer Rob gave her was to press the cold steel of his knife against her throat. That had the desired effect, and for a long moment she froze. She didn’t talk, she didn’t move, and for a few seconds she didn’t even breathe. “Put your left hand in the manacle,” he growled in her ear, and fearfully she obeyed. He closed it one handed, and then they repeated the exercise with her right. It was only when she was locked up helplessly that Rob removed the blade from her throat and folded it up as he walked towards one of the posts. “If you want to scream, then go ahead and scream,” he said, not even looking at her. “The neighbor’s dogs might hear you, but no one else will, and they’ve certainly heard worse from this barn.”

Miriam had had enough, and decided to call his bluff. She inhaled deeply, and when he made no move to stop her, she let loose a blood curdling wordless shriek that echoed off the high ceiling of the rickety old building they were in. After repeating twice more she was left panting, but her brother and law ignored her. Instead he fiddled with a chain fall, adjusting her manacles a little higher so that she was forced to stand on the balls of her feet as he pulled her arms a few inches higher.

“Better?” he asked sarcastically.

“You’re scaring me Rob. What the hell are you doing out here” Miriam pleaded, trying to ignore the way her heart was pounding out of her chest.

“I just wanted to show you the difference between breeding my sister in law and rough sex with a common slut.” Rob said matter-of-factly, “The other night we didn’t fuck. We didn’t make love or have sex. That would require kissing, and touching. Maybe even a little foreplay if I really liked you. We didn’t do any of that. I raped and bred you. That’s all.”

“That’s all?” Miriam exclaimed, outraged. “That’s all?!” She’d been close to drowning in the fear that Rob had inspired since she set foot in his house, but to downplay something so horrible stoked her anger, giving her something to hold onto as she raged against him.

“But if I was going to fuck you…” Rob continued, ignoring her outburst, “If I wanted to get really rough with you, then I’d drag you out here, hang you up, and cut your clothes off while I described all the terrible things I was going to do to you.”

He flourished the knife again for effect, sending a shiver of fear through Miriam before he put it away and started to unbutton her blouse.

Miriam squirmed and flailed “No, NO! We aren’t doing this again,” she commanded, “Get your hand’s fucking off me.”

Rob ignored her, unhooking her bra and letting it hang loosely before unzipping her pants and letting them fall to her ankles while she struggled. When he finally stepped back, she was halfway clothed but mostly naked, and he could see everything but her pussy. She felt the tears well up in her eyes but she was determined not to cry in front of this bastard. “If she has nice tits like yours then usually I’ll take my time and show her how much I appreciate them,” he mentioned off handedly as he grabbed her hanging D cup breasts, groping them roughly. “Of course with yours, I’ll have to be gentle, because I don’t want to leave any bruises.

“Gentle? You call that gentle you prick?” She yelled as he let her go and walked a few steps away to retrieve something. She’d never admit it, but the humiliation and the pain – the way he was treating her was starting to turn her on. She’d never had someone treat her like she was a thing before and ignored her wishes, to do whatever they wanted instead. “That fucking hurt. With freaky skeletons like this in your closet I can see why you’re still single. If I met a guy like this I’d run as… Ahh, fuck”

Rob answered her accusations by bringing a flog down hard on her still clothed back. The thin cloth of her blouse robbed the blow of its sting, but it was still unexpected and far more painful than she was used to. Miriam had rarely been spanked since childhood, and she didn’t consider pain to be a turn on.

“Once I had you naked and aroused,” Rob continued, lightly flicking the flog across her ass and thighs as he slowly walked around her so every part of her body could experience the sensation, “I’d hurt you, and tease you until you were begging for my cock. Only after you were so wet you were dripping on the floor would I finally give in and give you the cock you crave.”

“I’d never do that,” Miriam Objected, “The only thing I’d ever beg you for is to leave me the fuck alone. When you let me down I’m getting a fucking restraining order. I’m… Ahhhh…”

Rob shut up his sister in law by completing his circuit and unexpectedly swinging out his hand, spanking her exposed ass hard enough to sting and leave a faint red handprint behind.

“It’s your life Miriam,” He stated. “Do what you want. I’m trying to make it better, but if you want to ruin it, that’s your choice to make.”

“Better? Better?!” she asked, the edge of hysteria in her voice. “You sick fuck. This isn’t better. I don’t know what I was expecting, trying to come out and reason with you but…” and then suddenly she froze at the unmistakable sound of Rob unzipping his pants and letting them fall to the floor. “No. Nonononono. Don’t you fucking do this again you rapist piece of shit. I’m going to… Mmmmmm.”

She moaned again as he suddenly pulled her panties aside and forced his cock inside her again without foreplay or warning.

“What a matter, slut,” Rob taunted her, “Not as wet when you’re sober? I wonder if there’s anything I can do to fix that.” Miriam tried to think of what she could say in protest to such a stupid statement, but as he spoke he reached up and painfully twisted both of her nipples so roughly that all she could do was gasp as a surprising mix of pleasure and pain shot through her, scrambling her brain.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot. You don’t like pain. It does nothing for you.” He released her left breast and moved his hand to her hair so he could pull her head back painfully while he continued to maul her breast only a little more lightly than before. “It’s too bad too,” he growled in her ear as he finally started to fuck her, “because if you enjoyed it, I could show you delights that you’d never dreamed of”

“I’d neverahhhh…” Miriam’s defiance cracked as she flushed bright red, embarrassed that her retort turned into another moan. What was happening to her? She’d never been this easy to turn on without a few drinks, and here she was enjoying another rape at the hands of her husband’s brother.

While she struggled with the feelings he was stirring up in her, Rob didn’t stop. Instead he lowered his left hand down to her pelvis, both to stabilize himself so he could fuck her harder, and to put one finger on each side of her clit. That way every time she tried to pull away from his fucking, it just resulted in her grinding that sensitive little nub driving her even crazier. “You know slut, the harder you cum the more likely I am to breed you.” Rob gloated after he took a break, bottoming out inside of her and enjoying the feeling of her twitching around him as he ground his cockhead against cervix.

Miriam was lost. The combination was too potent. Pleasure, pain, bondage, and breeding – any one of them might have been too much for her, but together they threatened to break her. She’d never come from penetrative sex before her rape, and now she was on the verge of doing so for a second time. She swore she wouldn’t let this asshole make her cry, but now, the tears started to flow, and the pleasure continued to build, her cries and moans only got louder.

“Awwww,” Rob mocked as he pounded her pussy when he noticed her crying, “Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? Am I supposed to regret what I’ve done and repent my wicked ways?” He let go of her hair with his right hand and brought it down to her hip so he could fuck her harder. “I don’t regret anything. You might as well call me Santa Fucking Claus for all the joy I’m going to bring to your home this Christmas.”

He was fucking her like a rag doll now, and all Miriam could do was hang bonelessly as he used her body for his pleasure. “No one should feel sorry for you. You knew exactly what you were doing when you came over tonight slut. Deny it all you want but you knew if I got you alone I’d take the opportunity to drown that pussy in cum again.”

He was right. That was her last thought before her mind shattered into a thousand shards of pleasure. In the moment before her brain stopped working, she knew that he was right about everything. She knew that if she came here he’d force himself inside her again, and that he wouldn’t stop until she was bulging with his child. The moment of revelation was too short for her to decide how she felt about it; soon all she could think about was how good it felt as the orgasm echoed through her sex in spasm after spasm of pure lust and pleasure.

This was all she was now; just a victim that enjoyed being used and abused. But just as she was starting to come down from her euphoric high, her rapist roared, holding both her hips as he started to shoot jet after jet of cum deep inside her fertile body. “Take it bitch!” he yelled, “Take it all!” The realization that she was once again being inseminated and was powerless to stop it unleashed a second, minor orgasm. It was only an echo of the first one, but was still at least as good as most of the smaller ones she gave herself with her fingers.

Rob pulled his dick out and let her hang there for half a minute, spent and exhausted, before he walked to the chain fall and lowered her enough that he could remove her chains. When she was free he looked for bruises, and finding none, nodded. “I’ll be in the house when you finish getting dressed,” he said, leaving her alone in his bizarre sex dungeon. Alone might have been too strong of a word. Even in a space this large, it was crowded with questions.

There were too many to list, and far too many to answer, but she pondered them as she got dressed mechanically. Did she really like things that were this perverted? Was she really one of those weirdos with fetishes and kinks? Did she actually like being hurt? They went on and on, and in the end she was too tired to answer any of them. She considered walking back inside, but instead she walked straight to her car. The last thing she needed right now was to see what new pandora’s boxes Rob could open up in her mind with his cruel words and crueler fantasies.

She beat her husband home, and enjoyed a long hot shower to wash off her sins before he got there. Once he got back she kissed Ed long and deep to welcome him home. She was extra clingy the rest of the night. Kissing was something that Rob hadn’t taken from them at least, and for that she was grateful.

Chapter 3

Over the next few days she had sex with her husband almost every night. Each time she encouraged him to be rougher, and to use her harder. Once she asked him to choke her, but it just wasn’t the same. The darkness that Rob had slipped inside her only grew. After she realized she was a week late one morning it occurred to her that she’d missed her period. Miriam took a test, but even after she found out she was pregnant, she didn’t tell anyone. It was just too surreal.

She’d been knocked up by her brother in law. He’d done exactly what he said he was going to do, and raped a baby into her. In the process he hadn’t just destroyed all of her secret worries that she’ been the real problem – he’d also destroyed everything she thought she knew about herself sexually. She used to be happy with her loving once a week sex life, but now she was starving for something she’d never even suspected, and unfortunately she only knew one place to get it.

Two weeks before Christmas she told her husband that she was going to drop by his parents and then his brothers that afternoon to deliver some cookies and holiday cheer while he was getting ready for work. She told herself she was going to tell him that he’d succeeded and that she was pregnant. Neither was the whole truth though. Miriam was going because she needed Rob. She needed him to hurt her, and use her. So this time underneath an unassuming pastel skirt and sweater she wore her sexiest red bra and panty set. She needed to get fucked hard again and she wanted him to know it.

When she arrived at his house again, he was as cordial as ever, getting down off the step ladder where he was hanging Christmas lights to greet her as he escorted her inside. But as soon as she’d set them down on the counter, he pressed her against it, kissing and biting the back of her neck, making her gasp before she could get any words out. “I knew you’d be back, slut,” he whispered between kisses. “Admit it. You love the way I hurt you.”

“I do,” she gasped, “I love it.”

Her admission paused Rob in his tracks, but only for a moment. “So you’ve finally given in,” he growled, stepping back and spinning her around so he could study her as he asked his question. “Or maybe you’ve found out I’ve finally knocked you up?”

“I’m late, but I haven’t confirmed it yet,” Miriam lied smoothly. “Why? Would you be gentler with me if you knew I was carrying your child?”

“If you were definitely pregnant then we wouldn’t be able to do this again,” he remarked, studying her. “I’m not going to fuck my brother’s wife just because she’s tight little whore – I’m only doing it so you two can have a family. So you can…”

Miriam leaned forward and kissed him hard, and for a moment he let it linger before breaking the kiss and slapping her across the face hard enough to sting. “This isn’t a forbidden love story, or one of your romance novels, Miriam.”

“Then take me to bed and give me your cum one more time before I find out if you’ve knocked me up Rob.” Miriam said, staring at Rob with hungry eyes. “Show me how much you can hurt me without leaving a mark.” For a few seconds she thought he was just going to kick her out of his house and send her home to her husband, but then he reached forward, picked her up effortlessly, and started carrying her back to his bedroom.

Once he got to his bed he dumped her unceremoniously on his king sized, four post bed, and dug through one of his drawers. “You want me to hurt you, huh slut? Then take off those clothes while I find a couple things.” Miriam didn’t have to be told twice and scrambled out of her outfit that was chosen as much for innocuousness as for it’s removability.

By the time he turned back around, she was posing seductively in wearing only her lacy red bra and panty set and a cheap red Santa hat. “Since you’ve been working so hard to give me a special present,” Miriam cooed, “I thought the least you deserved was a hoe hoe hoe.” Rob tried to look annoyed at her eagerness, but that facade cracked and he smiled for a moment, appreciating the corny joke.

“What’s next,” he asked, lighting some candles, “Are you going to tell me you want me to put a present down your chimney, Mrs. Claus?”

“I was actually hoping you could stuff my stocking,” Miriam replied, doing her best to deliver the line seriously.

“And I hope that if you don’t want me to ruin your outfit,” Rob announced, “you’ll get it off in the next ten seconds. Because once I start tying you down, the only way it’s coming off is with my knife.” And just like that he banished the cute holiday cheer she was trying to inject, reminding her in a not so subtle way that this wasn’t a romance or an affair; It was a breeding.

Miriam stripped in record time, energized by the threat as he reached for her left ankle and started to tie it to the nearest post with soft rope. As he walked around her repeating the process, she worried that now that she was letting him do this, the magic was gone, but by the time he started to tighten the bonds on her last limb, those worries evaporated. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as her right wrist was tied down like the rest of her, and she was now entirely naked and helpless in front of her sadistic brother in law.

He smiled cruelly as he studied her naked body in detail for the first time. She’d put on a little weight since the wedding, but it had mostly been in the right places. Miriam had matured from Ed’s pretty college girlfriend to his busty wife, and these days even though her clothing choices were more about comfort and support than fashion, it was impossible for her to hide her beautiful breasts with anything less than a turtleneck. Her auburn hair spread around her head like a halo, and there was real lust in her vivid green eyes as she stared at him hungrily. Her pale unmarked skin with only a light dusting of freckles made his job all the harder.

Rob knew a hundred ways to hurt her, but very few wouldn’t leave any marks. “If I could leave bruises across that delicate skin of yours, then I’d spend an hour torturing you before I finally used that married pussy of yours, but since our options are more limited…” He walked over to her immobile form and without any warning or preamble he started to drizzle red low temperature wax across Miriam’s ample bosom and sensitive belly.

She’d been ready for a spanking, or maybe some choking and some mind games, but she didn’t even consider wax as an option until he started walking toward her with that candle. She wanted to beg him not to… to find some other toy to use on her, but instead she just lay there hyperventilating. As a child she’d been a little fire bug. She’d been burned several times playing with candles and matches, so she looked at him in horror as he started to tip the half burned votive, spilling the hot wax across her sensitive flesh.

When it made contact the noises inside her finally made it past the knot in her throat and she screamed, as much in fear as in pain as fingers of liquid fire crawled along her skin. Everywhere the wax touched cried out in pain, and every time it did she pulled against her bonds, but it had no effect. Miriam could do nothing as he inflicted measured, deliberate, agony on her. She couldn’t deny it was hot in more ways than one, and after a couple minutes of torment, when he set the candle back down and started to strip, she was already soaked and breathing heavily. “Well slut, was that what you were looking for?” Rob taunted, unbuttoning his flannel and kicking off his shoes.

“I didn’t even know that was possible,” she answered honestly, her chest heaving. “How can you look for something when you don’t know it exists.”

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