Grunkle Stan The Rapist Pt 2

Chapter 2
It was a year or so later and Mabel was around twelve years old. Of course, her fuck sessions with her great uncle Stan had continued almost every day, and this man raping her had reduced the once cheerful girl to a ghost of her past self. She now always looked tired and dejected.

Grunkle Stan had murdered Dipper around a year ago when the boy had gotten suspicious, and the old man framed Soos, who went to jail in the process. So all who were left at the shack were Grunkle Stan, Mabel and sometimes Wendy, who had already known about the sex a long time ago, but she didn’t care. It was better that Mabel was getting fucked instead of her.

One night, when Wendy had left, Grunk;e Stan went into Mabel's room for another fuck session. As soon as he removed his trousers the girl vomited.

“Jesus, I haven’t even started yet!” Grunkle Stan said. “Is my cock really that wrinkled?”

“I-I don’t feel so good,” Mabel moaned. She then ran to the bathroom and stuck her face in the toilet.

“You got food poisoning or something?” Grunkle Stan asked.

“Y-Yeah, I think so,” Mabel moaned from the bathroom.

A few months later, Grunkle Stan noticed something odd about his grandniece. She looked like she had gained some weight.

"How the fuck have you been gaining weight, kid?" Grunkle Stan said. "I barely feed you!"

"I don't know." Mabel replied, sullenly. "My stomach’s been killing me,"

“Don't you have your period?” Wendy said.

“Oh shit, I forgot you got your period!” Grunkle Stan said. “Don’t tell me you haven’t gotten it?”

Mabel shook her head, a look of fright on her face. “I-I haven’t.”

“Oh fuck, oh God!” Grunkle Stan cried, lifting up Mabel's sweater and putting his hands on her stomach.

“Do you feel anything?” Mabel asked.

“Oh yeah, you’re pregnant all right,” Wendy said, staring at the younger girl’s swollen abdomen.

“Please, take me to the doctor, someone,” Mabel begged.

“Like Hell I’m taking you to the doctor!” Grunkle Stan shouted. “You think I want to get arrested? Dumb bitch!” He then slapped his grandniece square in the face. “Come with me.” He then snatched Mabel’s hand and lead her upstairs.

“Stay here,” Stan told her once they were in the attic. He then left the room and came back in a few seconds later, carrying a metal coat-hanger.

Mabel’s eyes widened. “W-What are you gonna do with that?”

“We’re gonna do this the old-fashioned way,” Grunkle Stan said, taking off Mabel’s panties and putting a towel under her butt. He then tried spreading her legs but she squirmed.

“N-No, please don’t!” Mabel cried, eyeing the hanger with pure fright. "I won't tell them you did it! I swear! Please, just let the doctor do it!"

“We don’t have time for that now,” Grunkle Stan replied. Mabel started to hyperventilate but Grunkle Stan smacked her in the head with all his might, leaving the young girl a bit dazed.

“All right, let’s do this quickly,” said the old man, spreading his grandniece's legs as wide as he could manage. Her vagina hole had expanded a little since he had first fucked her over a year ago, and Grunkle Stan smiled to himself.

“God, when I first fucked her. Those were some good times,” he thought, nodding. He then snapped back to reality again, and then inserted the coat hanger in Mabel’s vagina. It wasn’t easy to fit through, but he eventually got it.

Mabel started to scream. “OH GOD! PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP!” Her breathing was quick and rapid as she started to sob.

“Shut the fuck up so I can concentrate!” Stan screamed, maneuvering the metal object in her tight crevice before he felt something. He then started to pull it out. Attached to the hanger was a bloodied, slimy head. Mabel only screamed harder, and Grunkle Stan tried to ignore her continuous, piercing screams as he pulled out the rest of the body from Mabel’s vagina’s hole, which stretched as the baby was still coming out.

Grunkle Stan managed to get the whole baby out. It was small, bloody and slimy, its eyes still not fully opened, but it was crying. Blood was pouring from Mabel’s vagina, and her stomach was killing her, pain piercing through her lower bowels. Mabel had almost fainted from the painful endeavor, and was moaning, until she heard the baby. She lifted her heavy head up and looked at the fetus. “M-My baby,” she groaned while Grunkle Stan severed the umbilical chord.

But seeing such a small, innocent infant in peril only made Grunkle Stan extremely horny. He removed his pants and Maude stared at his erection.

“Don’t do it!” Mabel cried. “Please don’t! She’s just a baby! She’s my baby!”

“She’s going to die anyway,” Grunkle Stan said. “Besides, it’s probably, you know, weird or something.”

He then slammed the infant onto his large, swollen erection. The baby was screaming in pure agony. Mabel started to sob again, and started screaming too.

“Stop it!” She sobbed, but Grunkle Stan continued to thrust the infant up and down rapidly onto his swollen cock. When he came, semen poured from all of the babies orifices, including its nostrils and mouth. Grunkle Stan threw the infant on the ground.

Mabel was quivering, tears pouring from her eyes. “Y-You raped my baby to death,” she whispered.

“Yup!” Grunkle Stan grinned. “Now I know what we’re eating for dinner!” He then ripped skin from the baby’s thigh with his teeth, then swallowed. “Mmmm, delicious!”