Big Daddy

Hail Mary

Brittany gave birth to a happy and healthy baby girl, who she named Chloe. Chloe's real father, Brandon had to be kept secret from Big Daddy to avoid his wrath. Brittany and Lindsay were now his property, and no one was allowed to fuck them except for Big Daddy. And everyone knew that disobeying Big Daddy would make him do unspeakable things. Cheating was a big no-no. Big Daddy was under the impression that Chloe was his daughter, since he had raped Brittany 3 hours after Brandon. 

Brittany laid lifeless in the birthing chamber, holding her dear baby. She looked down at the previously white sheets, which were now crimson red. Her twig-like legs were slicked with blood. She couldn't wait to see Brandon tonight when he came to bring her leftover McDonald's scraps. Suddenly, Big Daddy stormed into the chamber. "I want to see my daughter. Does she have nice tits yet? She should grow to be thicc." He said. Brittany forced a smile.

"Of course you can, Master Daddy." She reluctantly handed her precious baby, her pride and joy, swaddled up in $100 bills, over to Big Daddy. He looked down at the baby, the happiness overflowing. He had always wanted to be a real daddy. He felt a strange sensation in his heart and penis. 

"Let me look at this baby and make sure she is healthy and holy. I have a Phd. " He began to unwrap the bills off of the child as Brittany looked on. Suddenly, baby Chloe reached up to touch Big Daddy. He looked at the child's hands and had a realization. 

Chloe's fingers were 5 inches long. Big Daddy then looked at his short and stubby fingers with the fingernails chewed off, and Brittany's petite, small hands. Who had given Chloe this trait? 

He then remembered a flashback to last night, when Brandon was driving him to the local McDonald's. Brandon's long fingers had gripped around the steering wheel as he raced Big Daddy to the holy place. He had been swerving the car and kept telling Big Daddy he was sorry, but Big Daddy did not mind because he would give his life for a Big Mac. Then they had enjoyed some delicious McDonald's, which replenished Big Daddy's sex drive. Brandon suggested that they should go home, but now. Big Daddy had told him, "You underestimate just how much food I can stuff in my mouth Brendan." Then he had proceeded to make Brendan feed him his french fries, Brendan's long fingers wrapped around those crisp, salty.... 'Wait a minute', he thought. 

Big Daddy's head snapped up. "Who is the father of this child Brittany?" he snarled. 

"Of course it is you Big Daddy!" Brittany said in a trembling voice, fear in her eyes. 

"STOP LYING YOU WHORE ASS CUNT BITCH!" He yelled, throwing the tiny baby back to Brittany. 

"STOP, DON'T HURT HER!" Brittany screamed as she caught the baby. She was trained by Coach Ions never to drop a flying object. 

Big Daddy raced out of the chamber, slamming the door shut behind him with such ferocity that Brittany's long blonde hair blew across her face, like when the wind hits you on a beach. Big Daddy went over to the intercom and typed in his code to page Brandon. He slammed the numbers into the keypad with his chubby fingers. He waited for Brandon to come to his location. Unfortunately, Big Daddy's patience was at a minimum, and he knew the estate better than anyone else. He would have to search for Brandon himself. After searching throughout the whole basement, Big Daddy found him, sneaking about suspiciously. 

"Big Daddy, what can I do for you? Are you hankering for more Micky D's?" Brandon inquired, tension in his voice. 

"Actually, you know, I really feel like we have been doing a lot of business lately. Let's just chill. Are you down for a game of Fortnite?" Big Daddy said with an eerie calmness. 

"Broooo, you know how much Fortnite means to me. Which gaming room should we go to?" Brandon laughed, naive to the fact that he should know better. 

"Hmmmm, I'm thinking the one in the basement in the first hallway. Let's go." Big Daddy's slaves came to retrieve him and carried him on his throne to the gaming room. Big Daddy told all the slaves to leave and he closed the heavy, metal door behind them. As Brandon got the game set up, Big Daddy reached into his joggers and grabbed around for the hard, cold metal of his gun. He accidentally grabbed some other hard thing. He finally found the gun and pulled it out. Brandon was still focused on making the PS4 work. He loaded the gun with a single golden bullet and cocked the gun. 

Brandon turned around, the despair in his eyes. "Big Daddy, what's going on?" 

"I know you fucked Brittany and Chloe is your daughter. You know how this works. You touch my property, you get killed." Big Daddy's eyes glowed with an unspeakable evil. Brandon wept on the floor. 

"I'm sorry it's just... I really do love Brittany. We wanted to start a family together." He sniffled.

"YOU WANTED TO START A FAMILY WITH MY PROPERTY?" Big Daddy ferociously shouted. 

"I'm sorry, it was only the first night she came, she hadn't even fucked you yet.." Brandon was getting desperate. Big Daddy had had enough. He aimed the gun at his old friend's head and pulled the trigger, watching as the lifeless body sunk to the floor, blood splattering on the walls. Unconsciously, he crawled over to the corpse of his good friend and sobbed. He groaned as he remembered all the good times they had had, which was enhanced by the sound of the Fortnite login screen in the background. He knew he had to get himself together. That baby was the last thing he had left of his pal, and he would have that baby in any way he wanted. He stood up and brushed away the tears, clearing his mind. He stormed out of the room and commanded the servants to clean up the mess, but they were used to that. He knew what he had to do now. He raced back to the birthing chamber to find Lindsay and Brittany playing with the baby. They both snapped into a clean when they saw him coming, Brittany wincing in evident pain. 

"Give me that baby." Big Daddy commanded. Lindsay gasped, shocked that Big Daddy didn't seem so angry to see her, as Brittany started to cry. They both knew they could not defy his excellency. Brittany looked closer at Big Daddy and saw a speck of blood on his face as well as the gun in his hand. She knew almost immediately what had happened, even her slow brain processed that really quick. She fell to the floor, holding her baby to her bloodstained Supreme hospital gown. Her wails ricocheted off the steel, basement walls. Big Daddy stomped over and sent a sucker punch right into her jaw. Lindsay screeched as she heard ribs cracking as Big Daddy stomped on Brittany. Chloe rolled out of her mother's arms and Big Daddy snatched her up in his arms. Lindsay rushed to Brittany's side to try and assist her. With one last powerful kick to Brittany's head, he raced out of the birthing chamber with the baby in his arms, leaving a wreckage in his wake. He always pulled the 'fists flying' card when things didn't go the way he wanted.