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The Young Heiress

"You'll go home eventually," He said.

He took one hand off one of her ankles, and placed it on the shaft of his member. He guided the head to her sex, but he didn't go in just yet -- he rubbed the bulbous head up and down along the folds of her labia, only slightly burying his cock in her but not penetrating her just yet. He looked up at her again, and smiled -- he was going to continue to go on with his plan of mental torture. "So," He started, "What are you going to name it? Or them, if I give you twins."
 
Victoria whimpered and squirmed as he touched the head to her sex. She shut her eyes and cringed. Tears began to streak down her cheeks, and she looked up at him with wide fearful eyes as he rubbed his head along her folds. She didn't want to have a child. She looked up at him when he asked what she'd name it. She shook her head and cried. "I don't want a child!" she cried. "Not from you!" She kicked and struggled. "Please don't. Find some sense! Why're you doing this?"
 
He grabbed her ankle once again, and leaned forward with an angry look on his face. His member was no longer positioned on or near her sex. He said, nearly through his teeth, "Answer me!"

As if to punctuate what he said, he pushed on her ankles, pushing her knees towards her chest in a way that would likely been uncomfortable for her leg muscles. "What do you want to name it? ," He said again, in an unusually calm manner, different from the tone in which he had previously spoken.
 
Victoria yelped and looked up at him fearfully, her chest shuddering as she cried. She cried and whimpered, looking startled when he seemed so angry. She whimpered uncomfortably as he pushed on her ankles. She tried pushing against him, but it was too hard in the position she was in. Why was he so adamant? She hadn't even really considered baby names. She didn't know this was happening until a little while ago. She bit her lip and whimpered. "I-I guess Kathryn. Or Harry." She didn't know. "Why do you want to know?" she asked. She felt defeated to offer up baby names. Like she was accepting that she would have his child.
 
He smiled as she complied. He kept his hands on her ankles, and his member threateningly close to her virgin sex. He lessened some of the pressure he placed on her legs.

"Would you rather have a boy or a girl? ," He asked, as he shifted his position a bit, so that the head of his cock faced her opening, only mere inches from making contact. He was at the fullest extent of his hardness, and his member twitched from time to time. He was eager, very eager, to get it inside her. He ached to release inside of her sweet body.

"And don't cry," He said, calmly, "You mustn't be distressed, if you want the baby I'm going to give you to be healthy." He stared at her, with the same awful smirk as before.
 
Victoria whimpered and cringed, looking up at him fearfully when he adjusted his position and asked another question. She bit her lip and thought about it for a minute. "A g-girl," she answered, looking up at him and squirming in an attempt to make him shift again. If she could keep getting him to shift, she could delay this. She looked at his member nervously, tears still welled up in her eyes. She shook her head when he told her not to cry, told her that being distressed would make the baby unhealthy. She shook her head. "That's just a myth," she murmured quietly, still trying to hold back her tears. She didn't want to cry. Not in front of him. It made her feel weak and pathetic. She doubted he would really stay around after this. Or would he? Stick around and watch her family fall apart. Surely he couldn't keep it hidden. Maybe it'd look just like him. She hoped so. Most babies looked like their daddies, didn't they? That'd be one way to tell everyone without actually telling anyone.
 
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