Jethro

Carrie gave birth to Clovis's twin boys, Dusty and Rusty, with the aid of Woody's cousin, Betty Lou, who acted as a midwife. Clovis crowed, based on the preliminary evidence, that his theory was right -- his seed was strong, but Jethro's mother was an inferior vessel.

After the birth, Carrie was given to Jethro. It was a relief in some respects. Jethro was only ten inches, and less of a brutal fucker, although more sadistic in other ways.

She was on her cot, twiddling her thumbs when Jethro came in. The 60 year old hillbilly stank of moonshine. She looked up at him fearfully.

"You're right to be afraid," he said simply, tossing her down, ass up on the cot. He slapped her ass viciously, leaving a vivid red handprint.

"I'm s-s-sorry," Carrie squealed.

"You ain't got nothing to be sorry about. But to get hard, I'm going to have to hurt you," he said, a tone of menace undercurrent in her voice.

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Her ass was bruised. Her nipples were aching. Her pussy was swollen and angry. And only then, was this bastard stiff. His fat cock delved in and out of Carrie's cunt. She was hoping to be bred now, to minimize the torment and sadism she'd endure. His balls popped against her cunt.

"Cum, please," Carrie whimpered. "Cum, Daddy."

"Fucking cunt," Jethro growled. "Fucking ... take it." And with that, Carrie was blessed with another load of life giving hillbilly cum.