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Knocking-up Karen (MF, nc, blackmail, preg)
By Blue Max (address withheld)

***

My sister-in-law despises me. Hates me - always has. 
She hates me even more now that her skirts don't fit 
round her bulging tummy. Yes, I reckon I knocked her up 
good and proper and I now have another bastard to my 
credit. That makes twenty-seven! (MF, nc, blkmail, 
preg)

***

My mission in life is to knock-up as many tarts as 
possible and put babies into their tummies. The more 
they hate me and the less they want my baby, the more I 
enjoy banging them up and giving them something to 
remember me by. I love the thought of hurting them 
months and years after I have left the scene. I enjoy 
the thought of their agony and anguish as they bring up 
the child they never wanted. The child that was planted 
in them by a man they despise and loathe.

That really turns me on.

I'm not fussy what method I use. Deception, blackmail, 
promises (which I never keep) - just as long as the job 
gets done. Once they're banged-up, I hang around long 
enough to ensure they pass their 'abort-by date' and 
then I ditch them. They spend the next six months with 
their bellies getting gradually larger. Eventually they 
squeeze my baby out from between their legs.

Sometimes, if I'm lucky, I get another shot up the tube 
and give them a second (or even a third) baby to 
remember me by. They hate it, but they don't get any 
choice. These little tarts were made for breeding.

Take my sister-in-law, Karen. A right little tart, if 
ever there was one. She used to dress in short black 
mini-skirts and black tights. A right tease. When she 
bent over, the skirt would ride up over her bottom and 
she'd flash her shapely ass and knickers at me. She 
used to love to tease me in this way and never missed a 
chance to give me a hard-on whenever I visited. She 
also wore loose blouses and I could often see her tits 
when she bent forward.

She's twenty-three, with long blonde hair and lovely 
green eyes. She's been married to my brother Dave for 
five years now, but for some reason, she took an 
instant dislike to me and has always despised and even 
hated me. I heard this via a mutual friend. It's 
probably because I'm always mentally undressing her 
whenever I see her. Women don't like this, but it 
serves the little bitches right for dressing so 
provocatively.

As soon as I saw her all those years ago I had her ear-
marked for my breeding squad. I had already banged-up 
ten tarts, and I vowed she would give me a baby one day 
and the more she grew to hate me, the more I knew I 
just had to knock her up. It took five years but I 
finally made it and she is now six months pregnant with 
our first child. Of course Dave (my brother) thinks 
it's his and I plan to give Karen a couple more kids in 
the coming years - particularly now that she hates my 
guts for forcing her to get knocked up by me.

Here's how it happened...

Dave has got a few problems. He drinks a lot, and also 
gambles. He's a member of a local casino, and despite 
everyone (including me) telling him it's a mug's game, 
he gradually became addicted. I knew he was in trouble 
because he never had any money. He had to sell his car, 
and he and Karen were forced to leave their house and 
move to a much smaller one due to debt. I make loads of 
money and that's probably another reason why Karen 
hates me. The contrast.

So one day the telephone rings and it's Karen. Now she 
hardly EVER calls me. If she does. it's just to speak 
to Dave when he's round my place. So I'm quite 
surprised to hear her voice on the end of the 
telephone.

"Er.. hi Brian, it's Karen."

"Karen! It must be Thursday and you're calling for our 
regular little chit-chat!"

"Ha ha! Okay, cut the crap Brian. I need your help."

"What's up?"

"It's David. He's really done it this time. He lost 10K 
at Alberto's last night. We're stuffed. They want to 
reclaim the house and we'll be on the streets. Not that 
you fucking care you pig."

"Karen, Karen, is this any way to ask your favourite 
brother-in-law for a loan?"

She took a deep breath.

"Okay, okay, sorry. Look, we're in the shit. Can you 
help us out?"

Suddenly I knew I had her.

"I'm not sure. Come round at eight tonight and we'll 
talk about it."

"Umm okay, I'll see you at eight..."

"Oh Karen...?"

"Yes?"

"Wear your short mini-skirt and black tights. No 
knickers under your tights. The loose fitting blouse 
and no bra."

"Fuck right off you pervert! Who the hell do you think 
you're talking too?"

"Okay, bye-bye Karen..."

"No. No. Wait... don't hang up." There was panic in her 
voice.

They must be in real trouble.

There was a long pause.

"Okay, but don't get any funny ideas. I wouldn't bed 
you if you were the last man alive."

"Karen, darling. Don't try to win my cooperation by 
flattery."

"Piss off you moron. I'll see you at eight. Have the 
money ready, and no funny ideas."

With that, she hung up. Such a charmer.

My heart was racing. Here was my long-awaited chance to 
bang her sexy little cunt until she conceived. I would 
have a little bit of trouble persuading her, but by the 
tone of her voice I knew that she was really desperate 
for the money.

The bell rang at 8p.m. on the dot. I opened the door 
and looked at the picture of lust which greeted me. 
Karen had taken care with her make-up and hair. Her 
long blonde tresses hung over her shoulders and a 
single wisp fell down over her forehead giving her a 
little girl look. She wore a short, skimpy black mini-
skirt and black tights. Her pure white silk blouse was 
open at the top two buttons and I could see her bare 
breasts jiggling through the fabric.

She had been a good tart and followed my instructions 
exactly.

I savoured her as she stood in the doorway. I 
visualised the little egg in her womb just waiting to 
be mated by a torrent of my sperm. Somehow I knew that 
she would leave my flat as a mummy - a baby planted 
firmly in her young belly.

"Come in Karen. You look lovely."

"Fuck off. Have you got the money?"

"Yes."

"Right then. Let's get this over with. What do you 
want? A quick feel of my tits? Go ahead you disgusting 
pervert. Get on with it and I can go home."

"Sorry Karen. For 10k you're going to have to do a lot 
more than that."

She paused and looked at me with pure hatred.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Come into the bedroom and I'll show you."

"You bastard!" She spat, eyes flashing.

"There's the front door, if you want to go." I said, 
pointing.

She hesitated, then said, "Okay, let's get this over 
with."

She walked quickly ahead of me and into the bedroom 
where she lay back on the bed, legs together and arms 
rigidly down by her side. Her tiny skirt had ridden up 
over her thighs and I could just see her crotch as I 
walked into the room. The tights were stretched over 
her school-girl like pubes which I could clearly see 
through the material.

No knickers. Just like I asked.

Without ceremony I lay on top of her, still fully 
clothed. I went to kiss her, but she kept her lips 
firmly pressed together. Good. I love it when they do 
this. In fact my favourite game is 'rape the tart until 
she's pregnant'.

As I lay on top of her, she instinctively clasped her 
legs together. I put my crotch over hers and began 
little fucking motions. We were both still clothed.

I pressed on with the kissing. In return, she spat at 
me. "Hurry up you bastard. Come in your pants if you 
must, but get it over with."

I continued to dry-hump her, knowing that I had no 
intention of coming in my pants. Instead, I fully 
intended to cream her young womb for her.

After five minutes of kissing and humping, her female 
instincts took over and she opened her mouth and legs 
slightly. That was more like it.

I continued to fuck up and down on top of her and I 
could tell that she was slowly getting a little bit 
turned on by the sexy little return thrusts she made 
now and then.

I reached down between us and unzipped myself. My large 
erect cock sprang free at once and jutted straight up 
against her crotch. Her eyes opened.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Getting my cock out; what do you think?"

"Surely you're not... you're not... I mean... I didn't 
say we could do that."

"What you say doesn't count, Karen. I'm the one with 
the money, and if you want the loan, you'll do exactly 
as I say."

She realised her situation and she stared at me with a 
look of complete loathing. She closed her eyes again.

"Okay, but you're not allowed inside me. I'm not on the 
pill and in any case I don't want your stinking cock in 
my cunt."

Poor tart. She still hadn't realised.

I positioned the head of my prick against the gusset of 
her tights where it was stretched around her pubes - 
and pushed hard. A full inch of my prick vanished into 
her vagina, fully ensheathed with the material of her 
tights. Her eyes popped open again in astonishment.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? I'm not 
protected! Get that cock out of my slit you moron!"

"I'm using your tights as a condom, Karen. That should 
be enough protection."

With that, I started to fuck her relentlessly. Due to 
the give in her tights, I managed to get about two 
inches of tight-covered cock into her with each stroke. 
It was an incredible sensation! Of course, I knew that 
tights were porous, and so did she.

"Get off me now, you bastard!" She yelled, and bucked 
against me to try and shake me off. "Don't come in my 
tights! It'll seep through and make me pregnant!"

"You're right Karen. It would be a shame to mess up 
these tights."

With that, I reached down to her crotch, up under her 
little skirt, and ripped a small hole in her tights, 
right at the crotch. Then with one quick push, I buried 
my prick right into her, pulled her close to me and lay 
absolutely still.

She howled.

"G-get off me! Brian, I'm not joking! For fuck's sake 
get your prick out of me! If you come in me now I'll 
end up having your bastard."

I lay perfectly still as she thrashed around under me 
on the bed. The sensation was delicious. Suddenly, I 
grabbed her hair and pulled it sharply back. Her eyes 
opened in fear and pain as she looked at me.

"Listen Karen, you stupid cunt. Do you think you can 
come here and get ten grand off me for a quick feel of 
your pathetic tits? No chance. I want something really 
worthwhile for my money. And I want to pay you back for 
all the times you've been nasty to me. Believe me 
Karen, you're going to pay for the rest of your life."

She looked really frightened at this sudden change.

"What do you want?"

I paused to savour the moment.

"In a minute Karen, I'm going to fuck you really 
slowly. My cock is going to bang into the entrance of 
your womb, time after time after time. You'll probably 
get a little bit turned on, even though you'll hate 
what is going to happen to you. Then, when I'm ready, 
I'm going to pull your tarty body really close to me, 
push right into the depths of your cunt, kiss you and 
spunk straight into your womb. The object is to make 
you pregnant, Karen. You're going to have my baby, 
whether you like it or not. I'm going to fuck you 
tonight, tomorrow night and for the next two weeks 
until you're a good little slut and conceive for me."

She started to cry.

"Please Brian. Don't. Please don't make me have a baby.

What will David say? I'll do anything you want.

Do you want me to suck you? I'll do that for you Brian. 
It'll be good. Honest. But don't knock me up. It's the 
worst possible time in my cycle. Even one small squirt 
of sperm will knock me up. I'm not protected Brian. 
Please take your baby-maker out of me. Please?"

She had developed a 'little-girl' voice in the hope of 
getting around me. No chance. I started my slow 
fucking.

"Take it out of me NOW you bastard!" She spat in my 
face, suddenly changing her tune.

I stopped.

"Karen; if you want me to stop, all you have to do is 
say 'ENOUGH' and I'll stop immediately and let you go. 
You don't get the loan though. If I don't hear you say 
that word, I'll assume you want me to go ahead and 
impregnate you."

"You... you... absolute piece of SCUM!!" She screamed.

I was still embedded deep in her cunt with the end of 
my cock nudging against her womb entrance.

"Sorry? Did I hear you say 'enough'?"

"You utter, utter BASTARD. I'll never forgive you. I'll 
have an abortion!"

"Oh, sorry Karen, I forgot to mention three more rules. 
Firstly, no abortions. You get half the money when I 
confirm that you're knocked-up, and the other half in 
four months, when it's too late for a termination."

She sputtered, "And the third rule?"

"Oh yes. The most important one. You're going to beg me 
to put a baby in your tummy. Now, and for the next two 
weeks until you miss your period. You're coming here 
every night and we're going to do this every night for 
two weeks. You're going to beg me, Karen, so you may as 
well start now."

I began to slowly fuck in and out of the hole in her 
tights.

"Never! Never you bastard! Get it over with if you 
must, but I'll never beg you."

Suddenly I withdrew my cock and stood up. I quickly 
zipped myself up. The speed with which I did this 
caught her by surprise. She remained lying on the bed, 
legs apart, min-skirt pulled up and her naked cunt 
clearly showing through the hole I had ripped in her 
tights.

"Okay," I said, "Off you go then. If you can't abide by 
my rules, then the game's over. No loan. I hope you and 
Dave can raise the money elsewhere.

She sat up on the edge of the bed and stared at me in 
panic. A couple of minutes passed.

"Err, okay, you can... um... do it to me."

"Sorry. Too late. I've gone off the idea anyway. See 
you around, Karen."

"Look. I've said you can do me. Fuck me 'till I'm 
pregnant. Isn't that enough for you?" She said, 
sulkily.

I walked to the flat door and opened it. "Goodbye, 
Karen."

She stood up slowly; thinking all the time. She was in 
a real panic and I knew she desperately needed that 
money. She walked slowly towards me. When she reached 
me she slowly shut the flat door and put her arms 
around me. She rested her lovely head against my 
shoulder and wriggled her crotch against mine, hating 
every second. I could tell she was crying, but she kept 
her face hidden. Eventually, she controlled her tears 
enough to whisper into my ear.

"Brian... (sniff)... there's something very special I 
want you to give me... (sniff) something which will 
last and last."

"What is it Karen? Tell me?"

She paused and gathered all her courage. She pulled me 
a little closer and whispered into my ear again.

"I-I want you to... g-give me your baby, Brian."

"How would you like me to do that, Karen?"

"W-well (sniff) I-I'd like you to take out your baby-
maker, lie me down on the bed, and slip your thing into 
this hole in my tights." Here, she guided my hand 
between her legs and made me stick a finger through the 
hole and into her slightly moist cunt. "Then, I'd 
really like you to f-fuck my cunt until your baby-maker 
gets ready to squirt."

"What then, Karen?"

"Then (gulp) I-I'd like you to f-fuck me hard until 
your baby-maker goes into my womb, and shoots me full 
of your virile seed. I want you to make me pregnant, 
Brian. Knock me up with your baby girl." She put my 
hand flat onto her tummy. "Here, Brian. Make my tummy 
big for me. Make a baby girl inside me. I want your 
baby."

This was too much for me. To have this beautiful blonde 
tart whispering filth like this into my ear was 
altogether too much. I grabbed her hand and led her 
back to the bedroom. I threw her onto the bed and as 
she landed, her skirt rucked all the way up exposing 
her crotch.

"Unzip me Karen!"

She reached forward and slowly unzipped my pants. My 
seven inch cock sprang free immediately.

"What do you call that, Karen?"

"Y-your baby-maker."

"And where's it going to go?"

"In m-my c-cunt?"

"Correct. And what's it going to do there?"

"M-make a b-baby in my womb..." She started crying 
again so I took this opportunity to position my knob-
end at the hole in her tights and then rammed my cock 
straight home to the hilt in one sudden motion.

Then I started a slow, fucking motion in which I 
withdrew my cock right to the end, and then slowly fed 
it back to her, inch after inch, only stopping when I 
felt the end knocking at the door of her womb.

"Now Karen. Start begging - and make it good."

She took a deep breath and resigned herself to her 
fate.

"Please give me your baby, Brian. Bang that nasty old 
baby-maker into my tarty cunt and spray a baby girl 
into my belly." She even started humping back against 
me at this point. "Please Brian. Please. I'm totally 
vulnerable at the moment. I'm not protected. Spunk 
inside me and plant your seed into my womb. There's a 
little egg just waiting for your spunk. Come on. Do it. 
Knock me up good. Make my skirts tight. Do it!"

Suddenly I grabbed her and held her close, my cock 
embedded to the hilt and banging against the small 
opening to her womb. I kissed her full on the lips and 
forced my tongue into her mouth. Her eyes flew open at 
the pain of me forcing my cock into her womb.

Then I erupted.

Stream after stream of virile living sperm shot out of 
the end of my cock and straight into her womb. I just 
came and came and came, encouraged by the thought that 
she was conceiving right at that moment. I shot it so 
far up her that no amount of douching would get rid of 
it, and in any case, I had a further surprise for 
her...

"Have a baby, Karen. There you go... my little tart. 
Feel it squirting in your womb? That's a male cock 
raping a child into you. I'll give you something to 
remember me by. Something which will last and last. 
Your belly is going to swell right up you little cunt.

Take it!"

She felt every single spurt in the back of her cunt and 
I knew that she realised that she had been knocked-up 
by a man she hated. Now that the deed was done, the 
look in her eyes was one of murder.

"Alright. You've done it. Now get off me and let me go 
to the bathroom. I'm dying for a pee."

I knew what she was up to. She still hoped to be able 
to wash the sperm away.

"Sorry Karen. I forgot the last rule. You lie here for 
ten minutes with my cock inside you. Just to let the 
sperm do its work."

She closed her eyes and groaned, knowing that she had 
truly been caught. We lay there in silence for five 
minutes, with my sperm swimming strongly towards her 
waiting egg.

"Look Brian, I really do have to pee badly. I'm 
bursting."

I pressed my weight harder onto her bladder.

"Go ahead. I don't mind you wetting my bed. In fact, 
you're not going anywhere until you do."

"W-what? Haven't you had enough?"

I fell silent. Ten more minutes went by during which 
one lucky sperm found her egg and buried its way 
inside. As we lay there, she fell pregnant with a baby 
girl.

She started to wriggle under me. I knew she was 
desperate. After a short while, she went very quiet. 
Then I felt her relax and was rewarded by the sound of 
hissing and a rapidly forming damp patch on the bed 
underneath us. She went red, but kept on pissing and 
pissing. Eventually the flood subsided.

"Now please let me get up and douche. It might not be 
too late."

"You want to douche? Allow me!" I held her close to me 
again and kissed her full on the mouth. I think she was 
taken by surprise as she thought it must surely be all 
over. She was even more surprised when I started 
pissing inside her cunt. She struggled like mad, But I 
held onto her really tight and pissed and pissed up her 
cunt until her slit was full of smelly urine. It 
overflowed and made the bed even wetter.

Eventually I let her go. She screamed and leapt off the 
bed. All the urine I had pumped into her cunt came 
gushing out into her tights and ran down her legs. She 
grabbed her skirt and made for the door, spitting with 
rage. A well knocked-up little piss-filled slut. Just 
the way I like 'em.

"Same time tomorrow!" I yelled, as she slammed the 
door.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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