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September 1994 – Ecuador

The house above the butcher’s shop was dark, not a single lick of light, Carman’s father was gone for the weekend, leaving his daughter to continuing running the shop for him while he was away.
Most importantly, this left the house empty besides Carman and her father’s new employee, Hex.

On her father’s bed no less, Carman and Hex were fucking like animals, finally alone for once, Carman could finally be free, she could do what she wanted and who she wanted. There was no over protective parent to scare off every man who approached or even talked to Carman.
Despite being 24, an adult in her own right, Carman was still treated like a child by her father, treated like a child and a platonic wife at the same time.
Carman had to bring in the meat deliveries as her father was unable to lift due to his hernia, he was unable to do a lot of things because of one illness or another, but he still had what could be a resemblance of self-respect or at least stubborn arrogance, unwilling to accept the aid of a career, not trusting them since the mistreatment of his wife years prior.

None of that mattered right now as Carman lay on her back with her legs spread, allowing Hex to penetrate her, she was a free woman, at least for now, she had the ability to make all of her own choices. This was one of them, unprotected sex with a man of her choosing, one who wormed his way into her heart through flattery and strangeness. One whose charisma won over her untrusting father with ease.
As Carman lay there, enjoying the pleasure and freedom of not having to silence her moans, she couldn’t help but feel how much of her life currently was all revolved around her father and the butchery business. She wanted a life to call hers, not to inherit the life that her mother left behind.

Carman could suddenly feel the tension which came before the knot slid in, locking her and Hex together. Carman could then feel the warmth inside of her, she was too lost in her own thoughts about life to realise the new life that Hex was making inside of her.
“Hey! No, no, no, out!” Carman shouted at Hex as she tried to push him away, but it wasn’t enough, their similar size made it so the knot was tightly affixed, holding them together, eye to eye.
“Why did you do that!?” Carman shouted at Hex, clearly aggravated at such a violation of her trust.
“I asked if you minded inside, you didn’t say anything, you were just daydreaming.” Hex explained while trying to calm Carman down
Carman let out a deep aggravated sigh “Just because I didn’t decline, doesn’t mean I accepted.” Carman muttered out.
Hex didn’t look impressed “It’s a no or it’s a yes. I’m sorry, but in the moment, you didn’t tell me to pull out.” Hex continued, knowing full well that he didn’t ask a single question, he didn’t utter a single word, gas lighting Carman into believing that he did.

After a bit of time, the knot was ready to be removed and once it was, then all of Hex’s cum came running out and puddling below Carman and onto the bed’s sheets.
“Great job, asshole.” Carman growled out while tying her hair back from its loose state and into a ponytail. “The door is there, get going.” Carman instructed while trying to delicately pick out the rest of Hex’s cum from inside of her, showing upmost care with her long, sharp nails.

The next day came around and Carman was cutting the meat for display. Carman felt hands sliding around her waist before meeting around her abdomen, Hex placed his head over Carman’s shoulder.
With a face like thunder and a grip like iron on her cleaver, Carman grit her non-existent teeth
“I just wanted to say, sorry about last night. You didn’t say anything, so I assumed and I made an ass out of myself. Sorry.” Hex professed to Carman.
Carman’s face said it all, there was no accepting this apology, something inside really soured her towards Hex “I have a cleaver designed to part meat from bone in my hand, back the fuck off.” Carman growled out without even looking at Hex.
As instructed, Hex took a step back “What can I do to show you I am sorry?” Hex questioned, still not getting faced by Carman.
“Go home, leave me to get on with my work. We’ll discuss this when I’m feeling in the mood to talk to you.” Carman commanded as she continued to pry the meat from the bones of the fresh carcass.

The weekend passed by and Carman’s father returned from his trip, but Hex did not return.
Carman then had to explain to her father who was losing his mind more by the day why Hex left without mentioning the fact that they fucked and he came inside of her.
The weeks passed by for Carman and it was life like normal for her, if only a little bit more work, unbeknownst to the fact of her fertilisation.
Over a month in and Carman was overrun, she was fully running the butchers while having to use every other free moment to aid her father whose mind slipped more and more by the day.
Her late period was not here nor there on her mind and she blamed the morning sickness on her stress.

14 weeks in, her energy was still sapped by two jobs, the business and her father, many things were being forgotten about, while she was once a person who took pride in her appearance, that fell by the wayside, she could no longer go for her morning runs, so her pregnancy weight gain was completely understandable in her mind.
It was all becoming too much, she had to make a choice, one had to go, the family business had to be sold or her father needed to be put into care.

Weight gain, breast growth, no period for months, it was getting hard to deny, there was something wrong and it wasn’t just the mounting stress.
With a single test, it was all clarified, she was pregnant, and suddenly it all made sense, everything that she was feeling wasn’t linked to her stress, but to her being pregnant from that single night with Hex.
At 21 weeks, Carman stood naked before her full-sized mirror, her pregnant belly extending far for this time. She was carrying twins, and while she stood there, she couldn’t help but think back to that night, the night when it all started.
The only moment that she felt free, that she felt like her life was in fact hers to live and not to spend on someone else. Nothing but a fleeting moment.