Chapter 5

The next morning, Nina showed up acting like the usual fake sweetheart for her father. After he left for work, she confronted me quite certain of what I had done last night.

“How’s your ass this morning?” She asked with accusation in her voice. Her eyes were red from crying; she had been crying off and on after Rabb totally rejected her.

I ignored her childish pettiness, saying “You’re picking at your food, that’s not good.” I tried to cut off potential misunderstandings due to how upset she was.

She looked away trying to hide her tears and said she didn’t feel like eating. Perhaps she thought, if she didn’t eat enough maybe she’d lose it.

“Are you still going to lie to me about keeping this mistake in my body?”

“Nina, don’t mistake my weakness with a lack of love for you. If there was any other way, I would support your decision, now more than ever,” I pleaded with my heartbroken daughter. “You’re suffering too much for this discussion to reach agreement. So I will plainly tell you, if that fetus dies prematurely, Rabb will fuck another one right into you!”

She burst into tears and ran from the table. “I know you’re right, Mom!” she sobbed as she headed to her room. “And I hate you for it!”

I wanted to cry too, for her. I was now too enmeshed in the Fenton black web to cry over my failure to escape. I was equally sure that if Rabb snapped his fingers, my ruined daughter would fly back to his dick to get fresh sperm for her next egg.

I checked my texts. There was nothing from Grady. I went to work. On the bus, I texted Nina to finish her breakfast, adding, “Better to escape for eight months than to be their ongoing sperm target.”

Was I going to be one of their sperm targets? I was forty but still shedding egg and womb lining like clockwork. I was on the pill. I was married. Maybe Grady had more respect for that institution than he had for my husband. He said they had met a couple of times. I wondered how. The neighborhood held regular events for the community. That was one possibility.

Before I stepped off the bus, I was drowning in a hundred threads of the Fenton’s web. So many things to be afraid of.

When I returned home, there was still no message from Grady. I checked in on Nina.

She looked up at me with red eyes and a defeated look on her face. “I finished my breakfast,” she said softly. “And I’ll try to eat better from now on.” She frowned at her belly. “I don’t hate you, Mom.”

“If you did, I’m used to it,” I tried to joke. Then I was a mom again. “Your grades might be a good project for you to distract yourself.”

She nodded and stood up. “I’ll go study,” she said as she headed out of the kitchen. She stopped in the doorway and looked back at me. “I hope you know what you’re getting into,” she said before disappearing down the hallway.

I didn’t have a clue. But for the rest of the day, I got into nothing. What followed was a normal night, pre-Fenton. I rode my husband to an orgasm and then curled up in bed, so sore. I slept restlessly and was tired throughout the next day.

Still, there was no word from Grady. It was the one weekday that I got free, and I didn’t work on weekends. I checked a couple of times that day where I had hidden the butt plug. It refused to disappear from my life. In the afternoon, when Nina came back from school, she sensed something in me that I didn’t.

“You’re acting a little hyper, Mom,” she said, setting her backpack on the table. “You seem distracted.”

“I can’t stand waiting for the next shoe to drop,” I said, eating a scoop of chocolate ice cream and trying to calm myself.

“Mom, I need you to be strong,” she said, hugging me. “You’re all I have that keeps me from running back to Rabb.”

“Pfft!” I bapped her head with a hand of knuckles. “You’ve got the wrong support pillar. You watched me cave to those bastards.”

She pulled away and frowned. “You only caved to protect me,” she snorted at the irony. “Technically, you betrayed me.” She looked down, her eyes welling up with tears. “But that’s not true. I know how you really feel.”

“Oh, Honey,” I re-engaged our hug. “I’m a tough, old broad but clearly not tough enough. Or I would be driving with you, out of town, never to return.”

“I wish we could do that,” she whispered. “But it’s too late for me now.” She pulled back, eyes shining piteously. “I would come back here, to give them their baby.” She sniffled. “And let them put another in me.”

Some resolve came to her. “You’re the one who should leave - go far away.”

“I won’t, not if I’m all you have who keeps you from running back to Rabb.” We shared tears for a little bit. Before her father got home, we tidied up and resumed on unusual, imperfect wife and daughter roles.

That night, my dearest wasn’t interested in sex, which I found disappointing for the first time in years. I loved my husband, but sex was generic between us and rarely satisfied me.

After an hour of not getting any sleep, I walked to the far closet and carried the small but heavy carton to the bathroom. There, I masturbated with the thick, black plug. The orgasm was swift and powerful. “Gods, I hate you, Grady Fenton,” I swore as my climax waned.

During breakfast, Grady texted. “Take Nina to Dr. Farragut.” There was an address and a time, tomorrow morning, early. “All expenses paid.”

After her father left for work, I showed the text to Nina. “Do you know him or her?”

She shook her head. “No, Mom,” she looked at the text and frowned. “Why does he want me to go to the doctor?”

“From what Grady said about a doctor, it’s probably an obstetrician,” I gave her a quick hug. “They want to monitor the baby’s progress.”

She nodded at her belly. “That’s no surprise,” she said softly. “They want to have control over everything. I’m glad you’ll be with me.”

Bright and early the next morning, Nina and I were met by an elderly black woman. “It’s before office hours,” she informed us but let us into the small office building for medical professionals. “Dr. Farragut is expecting you.”

I refrained from ‘expecting’ humor. I was on edge. Anything set up by Grady Fenton was something to worry about.

The woman took us to the doctor’s office. We sat down. She went behind the counter and clicked an intercom. “They’re here.”

The doctor walked into the lobby a few minutes later, dressed in the expected white lab coat. He was a tall black man in his mid-forties with short hair and a friendly smile. “Good morning,” he greeted us with firm handshakes.

“Now, let me see,” he looked at a clipboard. “You’re pregnant, and we need to make sure everything is going well.” Looking up, “Which of you is Nina?”

I sighed and pointed to my daughter.

He turned his friendly smile on her. “Let’s get started,” he motioned for her to follow. “We’ll do an ultrasound and check the baby’s growth. Then we’ll discuss your health and any concerns you may have.”

When Nina was about to enter his examination room, I realized there was no nurse present. The elderly woman was clearly an administrative assistant.

I hurried to the hall after my daughter, but the woman intervened. “He’ll see you next, Ma’am.” Talk about wicked witch vibes, I returned to my seat.

“Me?” My worries doubled, but then I took control of my fears. He only wanted to discuss the results with me. I relaxed. I was used to a world of mothers being excluded from their physically adult children’s privacy. I looked at the clock.

Half an hour later, I got up. The old woman was asleep, head on arms on desk. I went to the exam room and peeked in.

He was sitting on the exam table. Nina was standing bent over. She bobbed her head on the doctor’s black cock. “Hmmmn, nnnggh!” she mewled. The doctor groaned! His hand was on her head, setting the pace of her oral action. He didn’t seem to be in a hurry.

“Nina!” I hissed! I dashed into the room, but she stopped me by raising a palm against me. Dr. Farragut sneered without a worry in his charming face.

“Nina?” I closed the door behind me. She couldn’t talk. I looked astonished at this horrible man.

He smiled up at me. “Don’t worry, Ms. Yavistan, I’m not forcing her,” he said as he continued to fuck Nina’s face. “After examining your slut daughter, I expressed my price.” He closed his eyes to savor the sensation of Nina’s sucking lips. “Grady did tell you the expenses would be paid for you, didn’t he?”

My daughter pulled away long enough to speak, her eyes glazed over. “M-mom, it’s okay,” she said breathlessly. “I-I need this too.” She went back to sucking his cock with renewed vigor.

I closed my dropped jaw. The only normal thing about this insane moment was that the doctor’s cock was just average size. It was maybe a little bigger than my husband’s. Unexpectedly, I asked, “W-what did you find?” Talking about my daughter’s exam was better than simply staring at her giving head to a strange black man, and looking like a complete fool.

“Everything is going well,” he said as he thrust into Nina’s mouth. “Your daughter is healthy, and the baby is growing strong.” He closed his eyes again. “I didn’t ask my clerk to give you a new patient form.” He groaned. “Technically, she’s off hours.” He pointed without opening his eyes. “There’s a clipboard with the form, on that counter. Please fill it out. I’m going to take my time with this young white bitch.”