Daddy - An SVU fic

31.Death and A Rapist

Hi all, 31, not a lot to say, let's roll!

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*chapter contains rape*

"Ahhh, that's it sir...yes, yes; oh god... Oh God! Work it, come on, make your progeny smile...he loves it when you fuck me..." Bronwyn hollered as she sat on Harlan and rode him dutifully.

She's been goin on like this for an hour; naked and sweatin and hollerin like a damn pig...why did this one have to be born with my sex drive? Better question, why wasn't she a boy so she could help me out? Aw man, just imagine... We coulda shared Olivia... I take her pussy, Bronson; cuz I woulda named him after Chuck; he'd take her ass... Billy coulda took her mouth, or we coulda switched it up, it don't matter... Man, the ultimate father-sons experience!

"Oh Harlan!" But he'd had enough and he pushed her off of him. In the time since he'd opened his eyes he's made a lot of strides, practically everything but walking; his legs just won't seem to do their job! "Sir...are you upset?" She asked as she sat up rubbing her belly. He looked at her, at her pregnant belly and he felt disgust but didn't let it show. He had to think of a way to get rid of this baby.

"D-damn r-righ-right I'm up-up-upset! From n-now on y-you don't t-touch daddy." He stammered. The stuttering being another part of his recovery that he didn't like. Thank god the speech therapist was working with him every day. What the hell had Bronwyn and that damn doctor done to him?

"Oh darling, you don't mean that! ...little Harlan the third loves you... Say I love you daddy! He's all happy right now because his mommy is happy!" She said and grabbed his hand, placing it on her belly. "You can't feel him yet but trust me, he's happy!" She grinned then kissed Harlan. I'm gonna go and make us lunch." She got off the bed and put on her robe.

"W-w-what th-the f-f-f-f-fuck!"

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Bronwyn thought back to that time "I guess he did mean it..." She thought to herself. She hadn't been allowed to touch Harlan in a whole month and a half, ever since that day; her last ride as she calls it. The very night she tried to, he grabbed her hair so tight she thought he'd pull it from her scalp.

"W-when I s-s-say don't t-touch me, I m-m-mean it b-bitch!"

What had come over the sweet, gentle man she loved? She wondered, still refusing to see that Harlan was a tyrant who couldn't be changed, although in that moment when he'd pulled her hair she was suddenly taken back to that night that she'd seen Harlan rightfully (in her mind) beat Olivia in the bathroom. She had mistakenly been tricked into feeling sorry for that bitch, thinking that she was somehow undeserving of the treatment she'd received and that her dear Harlan was being unjust.

"And where did it lead me?"

"What the hell did you say to me woman?" Harlan replied angrily as he turned, skulking toward Bronwyn who backed up a step.

"I just meant that...I..." she stammered nervously just before he slapped her hard across the face, the strength of the hit knocking her to the floor.

"All for trying to protect that whore...although she got what she deserved!" She thought. Harlan was right for how he'd treated Olivia all those months, Bronwyn had never expected that Olivia would use that scalpel to hurt her husband...good thing that Harlan wouldn't find out that Bronwyn had found it, only to give it back or he'd really make her suffer.

"And he'd be right!" She said, rubbing her now 5 months pregnant belly. She straightened up when the elevator doors opened and looked for the sign that pointed her to obstetrics. Today she'd be having an amnio to make sure the baby didn't inherit her father's Spina Bifida...she'd wish in two weeks that she'd never had that test.