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Jennifer’s escape

Jennifer moaned loudly as her entire body tensed and flexed, struggling with effort as the contraction coursed through her body like slow moving electricity. She was pregnant, very pregnant, and now she was standing alone and naked in the shower with her waters flowing out from between her legs and her entire body preparing to deliver her baby.

Jennifer and her man had spent most of the last day together in bed, fucking each other on and off until she began feeling mild contractions. That was the goal, of course, she’d been pregnant for almost nine and a half months and was more than ready to give birth. While they spent the day together, the news kept repeating some kind of story of riots or something over in the city. Jennifer didn’t pay it any mind, the only thing she was focused on was her man and getting this baby out. By the time she started feeling contractions they agreed that she’d shower and then they’d go to the hospital that she worked at as a doctor.

But right now Jennifer can only brace herself against her shower wall and grip onto her belly with her free hand. The contractions are intense at this point, causing her to double over in pain and clamp her eyes shut while rocking back and forth on her toes as she gives into the urge to push. She holds the push for a few moments and she can swear she can feel the shape and the weight of the baby passing through her body for a moment. Jennifer lets out a sigh as the pain subsides for now and she laughs slightly from the intensity.

Trying to continue with her shower, she hears the distinct sound of heavy footsteps coming upstairs and opening the bathroom door. Looking over, Jennifer sees the distinct shape of a man through the plastic shower curtains. The figure approaches her without speaking and its arms are reaching out. Jennifer merely rolls her eyes with a smile.

“No way your coming in here honey. The contractions are way too intense right now, we really should leave soon-“

Her words are interrupted as the figure continues forward and pushes the curtains aside. In an instant Jennifer is shocked and horrified that the thing in the bathroom with her is not, in fact, her husband. She sees a disgusting, rotting, creature in the shape of a corpse of some long dead and buried man. That’s what it is, a walking corpse.

Jennifer screams out as the corpse tries to grab at her inside the shower. She backs against the wall and struggles with the creature for a moment as it tries to bite at her with rotten teeth. She gasps with fear and tries to avoid the thing’s grasp as it stumbles forward and gets caught up in the plastic curtains. Its hand reaches forward and its disgusting fingers press against her belly and Jennifer recoils with fear and disgust. With its vision obscured, Jennifer jumps out of the shower and runs passed it to their living room in a confused panic.

“Honey! Honey where are you….?!”

As Jennifer enters their living room, her eyes widen with dread as she sees what has become of her husband. Their front door has been broken off of its hinges and lays on the ground a few feet inside the home, and her husband is laying on the ground, pinned beneath several more walking corpses as they rip into his body with their teeth and devour his insides.

Jennifer’s disbelieving, terrified, shriek turns into a loud, grunting, groan as another contraction rips through her unsteady body. The creatures eating her husband all look up to her and get to their feet and begin stumbling toward her. Jennifer grits her teeth and in a panic, runs out of the house and out into the neighborhood.

She’s met by the sight of chaos all around as dozens of walking corpses break into every home on her block, chase her neighbors, and rip into whoever they’re able to catch. One house down the road has been engulfed in fire and the sounds of screams and the smell of blood fill the air.

Jennifer is knocked out of her shocked state when she sees more of the walking corpses stumbling out and towards her. She cries out as the only thing she can think to do in her panicked state is run somewhere, anywhere, into the night.

Her body is only able to manage a light jog as she struggles against the weight of her pregnant belly, the hard ground beneath her bare feet, the cold night air against her wet naked skin, and the contractions causing her to double over and nearly fall from the pain. She grips onto her belly and groans sharply as she feels this lead weight grind its way into her birth canal. She feels the unbearable urge to push, but she looks behind her to see the walking corpses still following her.

“C’mon kiddo…not yet…please…”

Jennifer forces herself onward as she wanders down the road away from the chaos with a small group of the walking dead trailing behind her about twenty or thirty feet. Jennifer can hear them shuffling forward and she cries as she continues to press onward while another contraction assaults her. Hours pass as Jennifer walks with no direction in mind, only hoping to get away from the dead things chasing her.

After several hours of this, Jennifer looks back and can’t see any of the dead things behind her. She sighs with relief and can’t stop herself from pushing anymore. She finds herself in an old parking lot of an empty convenience store and falls onto the hood of a parked car. Unable to do anything else, she grits her teeth and shuts her eyes and screams through grit teeth as a massive contraction courses through her entire body and she writhes through the pain.

Jennifer feels the lead weight inside her move in by inch as blood and fluid pours freely from between her legs. Finally, she feels her pussy lips bulge and begin to spread. Jennifer releases the push and reaches down with her hand to feel her babies crowning head.

“Oh fuck…finally…finally…”

Jennifer’s relieved and hopeful expressions turns grim as she continues to feel for her baby. Her eyes widen as she realizes that she does not feel a head, but instead she feels two small feet. Her baby is in breach position.

“No…dammit no….”

Before Jennifer can continue, she hears the unmissable sound of groans and footsteps coming from behind her. She looks back and sees her pursuers having finally caught up with her. Jennifer is able to hide behind the car and watches the dead as they do not seem to know where she is. The dead simply begin to slowly shuffle around, while Jennifer stays put behind the car.

Jennifer places hand over her mouth to stifle the sound of her breathing as it gets more and more panicked as another contraction rockets through her. Tears well up in her eyes and she grunts through it. She can feel the baby slipping further out of her pussy as the feet are free, then the knees, with the contraction stopping at the babies waist.

Jennifer can see the baby dangling out of her body with the umbilical cord swinging between her legs. As a doctor she knows how dangerous a breach birth can be and prepares herself as she squats down to deliver. One of the dead comes close, close enough for her to smell it and she places both her hands over her mouth so as to not make any noise. The creature wanders around with a vacant look across its disgusting face.

Jennifer hides behind the car barely a few feet away from the walking dead as she can’t help but push along with another massive contraction. Her entire body shakes and she wants to scream more than anything as the rest of the baby’s body slips out and all the remains inside her is the head. It rests against her opening like a lead weight and her baby’s body hangs out of her, dangling like an old rope. Her eyes widen with both terror and relief as the little body begins squirming. At least for now, it’s alive.

Jennifer slowly peers over the car and sees the larger group of dead more interested in breaking into the convenience store. The main problem right now is the single corpse that’s directly behind the car she’s next to. Jennifer closes her eyes and can feel another contraction urging her exhausted, cold, body to push. She gives in and she can feel every inch of her baby’s head passing through her tortured pussy lips. After what feels like an eternity of pushing, her eyes widen as one final effort pushes her baby free from her body and it lands in a little pile between her legs.

Jennifer’s ears are ringing as if she’s in shock but still she scoops up her baby and quickly bites into the umbilical cord, separating it from her baby.

Jennifer holds her new daughter to her chest and feels an intense euphoria rush through her body for a moment. Reality, however, comes crashing back as the baby’s cry alters every corpse nearby, including the one barely a few feet from her.

The dead thing finds her and lunges forward. It falls to the ground and begins reaching toward Jennifer as she scoots backward in a panic. She breaths sharply and her body is so cold and wet and exhausted that she doesn’t know what more she can do. She holds her daughter tight to her chest as the crawling corpse ends up between her legs.

It reaches forward and Jennifer gasps in terror, but instead of grabbing her leg, the thing grabs onto the umbilical cord that trails behind her. Jennifer looks in confusion before she gasps in pain as the creature begins to pull. Jennifer watches in fearful confusion as the creature pulls on her umbilical cord and her body shivers in disgust as it pulls the placenta out of her body in one rough motion. The creature begins to eat the placenta.

Jennifer watches the dead thing for a moment before taking the opportunity to try and stand. She grabs onto the door of the car and is shocked to learn that it’s open. Seeing the other dead approaching, Jennifer takes the opportunity to haul herself into the car and locks the doors. The windows are tinted so she doesn’t think the other corpses can see her.

Jennifer feels like her body is ready to collapse entirely as she lays in the back seat covered in blood, sweat, and birthing fluids, with her daughter at her chest. She gasps for breath and can see the other dead trying to steal what’s left of her placenta from each other. Making sure to lock the doors, Jennifer finds herself surrounded by the dead, but safe.

It had been two days since they took her.

Emma was the wife of a powerful and rich man. So it only made sense in a twisted sort of way that she would be taken for ransom. The three masked men picked her up while she was out shopping and threw her in an old van, tying her wrists and ankles and gagging her mouth to stop the terrified screams. The men thought their plan was foolproof: take this rich man’s trophy wife and get millions of dollars in exchange for her safe return. The only wrinkle in their plan was that Emma was nine and a half months pregnant. She was so big, her belly hung so low, she looked as if she would pop any day now.

That wasn’t an issue, the leader of the men thought, it would just mean that her husband would pay them that much faster. They could even raise their price if he’s desperate enough to get his wife and his child back. They’d driven her out to an old vacant home near the edge of town and kept her tied and gagged for two days before sending their ransom letter.

She was beautiful, and the three men couldn’t help themselves from exploring her body, running their hands over her curves and breasts. Her violet dress allowed for easy access and so the men took their turns fucking her over and over. They kept special care to be gentle with her, after all, they’d get more money if she was mostly unharmed. Emma bit into her gag and screamed and cried to no avail. The best she could do is to tightly shut her eyes and try to keep her mind elsewhere as the men came inside her pussy and her ass. Her composure finally broke as one of the men used his hand to find her weakest spot inside her pussy and finger fucked her until she couldn’t contain a screaming, bucking, orgasm that made her entire body convulse. Emma came so intensely that her she could feel her stomach muscles squeeze down until she felt a sudden release of pressure. Emma’s water broke and a gust of fluid sprayed onto the floor and the man’s hand. The three men didn’t seem to care and after they’d had their fun, they left her there mostly unharmed.

By the morning of the third day, the men were preparing to meet with Emma’s husband. He’s agreed to their demands and the money would be exchanged later that day. Emma however, had been suffering through labor all night long. Unable to move, she shifted uncomfortably against her restraints on her wrists and her ankles with whimpering moans. She couldn’t spread her legs and couldn’t change positions as contractions rocked their way through her body. She could feel her child moving with every strain and wave of pain, yet she was too scared to try and push.

After hours of this torture, after hours of Emma trying to resist the urge to push and fighting her own body, all she could do was to scream into her gag with wide eyed horror as she felt the baby starting to crown between her stretched pussy lips. The three men had mostly left her alone as they saw to the exchange, and have seemingly not noticed her efforts to give birth.

When the day neared its end, one of the men came to check on Emma only to find her at the climax of giving birth. Her eyes wide as she could feel the crowning head of her child finally push her pussy lips apart and slip free, followed by the grinding and agonizing sensation of the shoulders passing through her, then the body, and finally, the rest of her child slipped free from her and into a puddle of birthing fluids and blood.

The bright stage lights made it hard to see, the loud, thumping, music made it hard to think, and the pain coursing through her body made her delirious.

Emma was desperate, she needed a lot of money fast. She stared down the barrel of homelessness while single and nine and a half months pregnant. When her friend, Tess, a soon to be mother as well, came to her with a job opportunity. “You’re still hot, you’re blonde, they’ll love you.” Tess was offering a one time job at an extremely exclusive club, they wanted someone that fit Emma’s very extremely specific description to come and give a strip dance, followed by a more “experimental” show.

Emma wasn’t sure, she didn’t think it sounded safe but she needed the money. Her unease continued up until the day came and she and Tess were getting ready backstage. Emma wore a pink bikini with large heels, and Tess wore the same in black. Emma stood alone in her changing room, the sound of the club thumped through the walls in muffled beats. An uneasy expression had come across her face as she had been feeling pressure inside her lower pelvis all day now, and it was started to get worse. She ran her hands over her stomach and could feel the distinct sensation of her stomach muscles contracting around her baby, she watched the sides of her stomach shrink inwards with effort as she bit her lip to ride out the painful contraction. She doubled over in pain and nearly fell to her knees. Emma let out several grunts and breaths as she regained her composure when the contraction subsided.

Emma had decided then and there that she’d apologize to Tess and to the owners of the club, and head to the hospital. She walked into the other room to tell Tess, when Emma’s eyes widened as she saw several men standing around Tess. She braced herself on the men by wrapping her arms around their shoulders while another of the men has his arm inside her, slowly fisting her pussy all the way up to his elbow. Tess writhes her body in the men’s grasp and moans painfully as she gyrates her pelvis. She rocks her head back and forth, tightly bracing herself against the group of men that restrain her, until she lets out a loud and pained gasp as water gushes from between her legs, down the man’s wrist, and in a puddle by her feet. The man removes his arm from inside her.

The other men let her go as well, and Tess stands amongst them dazed and in pain. She looks to Emma and sees the shocked and horrified look on her face. “It’s fine Emma, we’re gonna give birth on stage. It’ll hurt, yeah, but the money is too good to pass up.”

Emma wanted to scream, wanted to run, but she couldn’t do either as the men grabbed her and pulled her into the same position they just had Tess. Emma whimpered weakly as she tried to pull away from them, she could feel the man’s already wet hand poking into her pussy. Tess ran her hand along Emma’s stomach with a reassuring smile saying “it’ll be over quick and the money will be worth it.” Emma’s entire body recoiled as she felt the man’s already wet plunge his arm up into her pussy.

Emma gasped and yelped, tried to writhe and squirm out of the men’s grasp before she was forced to endure another contraction. Her entire body seized up and bore down like a vice grip. The man inside her commented on how tight her body had become, gripping onto him as she labored on this man’s forearm. Emma could feel him doing something with his hand deep inside her. Emma let out more quick, pained, moans until she felt something pop inside her, and warm liquid poured out of her pussy in a torrent. Much of the pressure inside her was released and she let out a shocked sigh. Tears streamed down Emma’s face as the man removed his arm from her pussy and she was released by the others.

“C’mon, they’re waiting for us.”

Tess took Emma’s hand and lead her out onto the stage. The lights focused on the stage made the audience look like indistinct dark shaped, and the music was so loud that Emma could barely think. Cheers and applause came from the crowd as Tess lead the way and began her strip tease, hanging and gyrating on the center pole as she lead Emma to do the same. Both girls were plenty experienced in pole dancing and they only struggled when contractions tore through their bodies. Emma watched as Tess gave a hell of a performance, dancing all while her stomach contracted, and more liquid flowed from her pussy. Tess freely let out long, pained, moans as she slowly started to give birth while she danced.

Hours passed and Emma danced as she had been taught, and her mind was flush with pain and delirium. She grinned on the pole, gyrated her hips, squatted down and showed the audience everything they wanted to see, but her mind was elsewhere. She tried to focus on anything other than the pain, she ended up staring at the overhead lights while she gripped the pole as tightly as she could. Emma could feel her body pushing her baby out, slowly at first, but each contraction came quicker and quicker, and her baby got lower and lower until she could feel this weight resting against the inside of her pussy.

More hours pass and Emma lets out screams and moans while she danced and the audience cheered in response. She could feel her baby’s body resting just at her pussy’s lips, she could feel every inch of her baby as she felt it slowly begin to be pushed through her pussy lips. Its body slowly passing through her. Emma screamed as the head began to poke her lips open, more liquid poured out of her as her entire body strained and every muscle she had flexed with effort.

Emma looked over to see Tess in a similar position to her. Tess had her body facing the audience and her baby’s head was now free from her pussy, resting inside her panties and stretching them out as Tess fought against the fabric. Tess continued to moan in pain and dance as her baby slowly forced its way out of her.

After another hour passed, Emma gripped the pole and screamed as her baby’s head began to crown. Her pussy lips burned as she bore down and squatted her legs, bending over with her ass facing the audience as she forced her baby’s head out of her body. Emma was so delirious with pain that she simply stared up at the overhead lights while she grunted with effort to pop the shoulders out.

Emma doesn’t really remember what happened next. She recalls a scream coming from Tess as a wet thud hit the stage, followed by the cries of a baby. Emma could hear the audience cheering as Tess scoped her child into her arms, still dancing, running her fingers along the umbilical cord that connected mother and child.

Emma could only hold onto the pole to stop herself from collapsing as her body ached, her muscles burned, she bore down and forced her baby to be born. She could feel every detail of her child’s body as it finally slipped free from her body and collapsed onto the floor between her legs. Emma’s body shuttered with sweat and cold and delirium as she looked down at her angry, crying, child that lay between her legs. The audience cheered and the music blared in her ears but Only one thought drifted into Emma’s head as she spaced out.

It was her own fault. She’d gotten carried away and this was the result.

Jen was bored, home alone, very horny, and very, very, pregnant. She’d been like that ever since she went on maternity leave. She’d never been one to just sit at home and do nothing, but there wasn’t much else she could do. All she did lately was lay in bed waiting to give birth.

The boredom was unbearable, maybe it was her hormones, or maybe she’d always been a bit freaky, but she’d taken to passing the time by masturbating. She’d bring herself to orgasm multiple times a day while laid up in bed. But that had gotten stale too. Today, she’d taken things further and had been texting her husband almost constantly. He’s busy at work, busy with slaving away at his office, but even so, Jen had sent him every vivid description of every filthy thing she’d done to herself and every filthy thing she’d do to him if he were here. She even sent him videos, several videos. Jen couldn’t quite tell if she was actually this unbearably horny or if she just enjoyed her favorite past time of teasing her husband.

The damned AC was busted to, so she had been stewing in the apartment and the heat and the sweat with nothing more than an old box fan for relief. Jen laid in bed, contemplating how the boredom would surely kill her, when she was suddenly hit with pressure and pain unlike anything she’d felt before. It felt like being suddenly stabbed right in her lower stomach. She practically jumped upright in bed as she gripped the sides of her stomach while her muscles bore down and contracted hard. Jen grit her teeth and let out a pained whimper, when, as fast as the pressure appeared, it disappeared. She sat there slightly stunned as she looked down at her stomach.

“Wow, you’re just about ready to come out, aren’t you?”

Jen’s attention was pulled to the sound of the apartment door being opened. Jen smirks as she sees her husband walk in, slightly disheveled looking, and walking to her with determined purpose.

“Hey you’re early. You on your lunch-?”

Jen is cut off as he presses her lips against hers and his hands immediately begin exploring her body, giving no time for foreplay or even small talk. Jen can’t even get a word out before she’s laid back onto the bed and she feels her husband pulling down her shorts. She manages to free her lips to take a breath as he begins kissing her neck and she sees his dick, hard and throbbing, ready to plunge into her. She lets out a devious laugh as he continues.

“I guess I have been torturing you a lot today huh?”

Jen’s breath is taken away as she feels him enter her. Almost immediately Jen grips onto the bed and goes for a ride as he roughly and desperately fucks her. Jen moans and whimpers as her pussy is churned wildly, her legs skyward, and her arms gripping the bed as he thrusts into her. He kisses her neck, and his hands squeeze her tits hard enough that she begins lactating milk into her white tank top.

Jen’s head begins swimming as she moans loudly and bucks her hips against his. The weight of his body pressed down on her and her stomach, just enough to pin her down. All she can do is hold on and let the orgasm wash over her as her husband fucks her like a desperate animal. Jen’s eyes widen as the pressure from earlier soon returns. She can feel what can only be a contraction mixing with her orgasm as she lets out a howling moan as she throws her head back in ecstasy. Jen feels the pressure release as a large gush of fluid pours out from her pussy, mixing with her husband’s moans as he cums inside of her.

The two of them lay there, panting heavily as he gets off of her. He apologizes and Jen simply laughs.

“That was fun, but I think you broke my water dude…”

Jen watches the panic immediately flash across her husband’s face. He begins to run though their hospital plan and a terrifying thought flashed through Jen’s mind. If she was bored here, going to the hospital now, when her labor has only just started, would leave her trapped in a hospital bed for who knows how long. The boredom would surely kill her. Before her husband can say or do anything else, Jen calms him down, and speaks up.

“Not yet, not yet. Listen dude labor takes like all day, you’ve only got four hours left at work so go finish your shift then by the time you get home I’ll be ready to go to the hospital.”

Jen can tell he doesn’t really like this idea, but he needs the hours badly and she seems confident enough in her plan. Jen waves goodbye as he cleans himself up and leaves back for work, leaving Jen alone once more.

With nothing more to do than kill time, Jen does whatever she can to pass the time, cleaning what needs cleaning, eating a sandwich and listening to the TV drown on about nothing, all the while, the pressure inside her is building, and the weight inside her stomach descends lower and lower.

After an hour or two, Jen begins to think that her plan might have been a little bit stupid. She’s reduced to pacing back and forth, rubbing her back and her stomach to try and release any of the pressure building up inside of her. She softly moans through the pain of the contractions and each time she’s hit with a wave of pressure and pain, she stops moving and pushes with what feels natural. They’re coming very quickly now, everything is moving faster than Jan expected, everything except the clock. Jen continually checks it only to be dismayed that there are still hours left to go before her husband returns with their only car.

Jen’s body is leaking from everywhere, her breasts lactating, ruining her white tank top, birthing fluids freely flow from her pussy. Jen doesn’t even bother taking her clothes off, her shirt and her shorts will have to do until she gets to the hospital, until her husband gets home-

It’s then when Jen doubles over in pain, the urge to push washing over her as she can feel the weight of something inside of her pressing out against her pussy lips. Unable to pace any more, Jen simply squats down where she is in their apartments and lets her body tell her what to do. She breaths sharply as she gasps for breath and bares down with each contraction. She breaths sharply and steadily and pushes with everything she’s got.

The panic lumping in her throat brings tears to her eyes as her pussy begins burning. Jen doesn’t believe this is happening, she doesn’t want things to go like this, but every inch her pussy spreads open painfully reminds her of reality. Time seems to slow down to a crawl as Jen grunts and moans and forces herself to stay calm, to deal with the situation.

It was her fault after all. She’d teased her husband to the point that he’d fucked her into labor, and it was her plan that left her stranded in their apartment alone. She wanted to avoid boredom but now here she was, crying and shivering as she felt every inch of her baby’s head force her pussy open. She couldn’t even get her shorts off, she was so focused on pushing that she simply let the fluid and the baby’s head pour out into her shorts.

With a pained, panicked, gasp, Jen was able to birth the head of her baby into her shorts. The pressure subsided for now and Jen let out a sigh of relief. She reached down and could feel the large head inside her soaked shorts. Her body was slick with sweat and birthing fluids, and she was still filled with her husband’s cum from earlier.

None of that mattered right now, Jen continued to squat down, ignoring all of her muscles aching and burning, and slowly pushed the rest of the baby’s body free from her pussy over another hour or so. She let out pained moans and groans as she felt every detail of every inch of her baby pass through her. First the head, then the shoulders, the chest, the stomach, and finally the legs were free.

Jen gasps for breath as her baby slid out into her soaked and ruined shorts, her body nearly collapsed as she felt her baby moving against her skin. The umbilical cord slipped out of one of her pant legs and Jen simply sat on her floor for awhile, her mind hazy and dazed.

Jen’s attention is pulled towards the front door as her husband rushed back in, his face washed with worry and shock as he looks to her sitting there covered in sweat, birthing fluids, milk, cum, and with a baby laying inside her shorts.

Everything hurt. The damned sound of dripping water was the only noise down here besides her. The cold stone walls and tightly packed dirt floor caused a chill to run up her back like icy needles in her spine. She was exhausted, her muscles ached, her wrists and ankles were worn bloody, and the pressure in her lower abdomen had been getting worse and worse for two days now.

Her name is Elizabeth.

Her thin, transparent, nightgown that she wore was made to titillate her husband, not to keep her warm, and the cold was making everything worse. She’d been down in this dungeon pit for three days now.

It had all started when another woman in her village accused her of blasphemy. She’d told the local inquisitors that she’d seen Elizabeth preforming rituals and letting the local farm animals penetrate her. Obviously none of that is true, obviously that girl only accused her of such horrors to get rid of her. That woman wanted Elizabeth’s husband, the local blacksmith, and this was the fasted way to get rid of Elizabeth.

The inquisitors wasted no time in dragging her off in the middle of the night. It didn’t matter that she’d been with her husband, it didn’t matter that she’s nearly nine months with child, ready to give birth at any day now. She was dragged off by men in robes and armor, she was read her crimes, and she was given a chance to admit her crimes.

Obviously she denied all the charges, and so the inquisitors eagerly moved onto their methods to bring out the truth. Elizabeth would have to endure all manner of tortures. If she broke down, she was guilty, if she endured, she was innocent. There was nothing Elizabeth could do to stop it.

The inquisitors wasted no time. Elizabeth was dragged off kicking and screaming and begging down into the dungeons below. Her first trial was “the trail of defilement.” Over a dozen men were brought in and allowed to ravish her in any way they saw fit. If she looked to be enjoying it, if she gave into lust, she’d be deemed guilty then and there.

So the men took her. She was made to do all manner of acts for hours on end. The men shoved themselves inside her, inside her vagina, her ass, her mouth, over and over. She was put on all fours and rutted into like an animal. Tears streamed down her face as her mouth was filled with some strangers cock, her throat burned as she choked back vomit as she gagged on his manhood. Another man was below her, thrusting into her vagina, something only her husband had done before, but now a dozen strangers made their’s. Her ass cheeks had been pryed apart as two other men shoved their cocks inside her, in and out, two or even three at a time. Her asshole burned as they stretched her out, thrusting into her over and over, and her screams were muffled by the cock down her throat. Even her hands were occupied as two men forced her to jerk them off while the others used every hole and every inch of her body.

She was left dazed and gasping for breath by the time the last man had finished inside her. Her body stank, she was covered in disgusting fluids, and a tremor had rippled through her body. A tight pressure had begun to build inside her that had finally released in a gush of clear fluid pouring out from between her legs.

The inquisitors didn’t seem to care, as they prepared her for the second day, but deep down, Elizabeth knew that things would get so much worse as her labor had begun.

The second day, and the second trial, was “humiliation.” Elizabeth was paraded and whipped around the village in only her nightgown, forced to stop and satisfy any who asked. She’d never known how her own neighbors lusted after her until the day the men of the village took turned fucking her throat in front of their own wives and daughters. Elizabeth could only hold herself stoic and cry softly as everyone from her own village was witness to her punishment. Every few paces, Elizabeth would nearly collapse and double over in pain as contractions rippled through her. She felt as if a lead weight sat inside her and slowly, surely, was making its way through her body. Every time she’d stop, her back and her ass were whipped by her captors until she’d continue. Her breasts lactated almost constantly, and she was forced to fill her neighbor’s bottles as if she were a farm cow. She felt their disgusting, lustful, glares, as she walked around the entire village.

Once she arrived at her own home, the look of horror and dread across her young husband’s face nearly broke her. Elizabeth couldn’t look him in the eyes as the inquisitors paraded her around. Still, her husband joined in her collective punishment so as to not arise suspicion. His hand was far gentler though, and she bit her lip hard to try and hide her orgasm as he touched her in all the right places. She nearly collapsed from her orgasm mixing together with yet another contraction, this one was harder and longer than the others and she knew it would not be long now.

The third day, the final day of her punishment, was “endurance.” Her wrists and ankles were bounce by chains and she was suspended inside that cold and dank dungeon. Then, they simply left her. Hours and hours went by as her restraints bit at her soft skin. Her body was coved in sweat, milk, and semen, she stunk like a corpse and the cold made her shiver in her restraints. Little by little, the pressure began to build. The contractions feeling lower and lower as her baby passed through her body.

Elizabeth bit her lip till she bled, panted out sharp, quick, breaths like a dog, and finally let out loud, drawn out moans that escalated into sharp, pained screams as the contractions peaked. Her body writhed against her chains as a mix of blood and other birthing fluids poured freely from between her legs. Elizabeth tried to spread her legs, but her chains prevented her from reliving the pressure and the pain at every turn. Her night gown was filthy with blood, sweat, dirt, and semen as tears run freely from her eyes and her sore breasts lactated freely.

Elizabeth’s screams become shorter, more panicked, as her pussy lips began to part. Inch by agonizing inch, her child poked its head out of her, and she threw head head back and thrashed her body against her restraints as pressure turned into a burning ring of fire as her baby’s head crowned.

All she could do was scream. She screamed and pushed and writhed with everything she had, slowly forcing her baby out of her body, trying to get her baby out to ease the pain. Blood and birthing fluids poured down her legs and trickled onto her feet.

As Elizabeth pushed, her voice broke and went horse with her screams. Finally, she pushed the head out completely. As the shoulders of her baby pressed against the inside of her pussy lips, she could not stop the other sensation building up inside her. Pleasure began mixing with the pain, the pressure, and the burning and Elizabeth rocked her head back as a long moan escaped her lips while the shoulders stretched her open. She could not stop her loud, moaning, orgasm as the shoulders slipped from her body and her baby fell out from inside her. The release of pressure and the dull pain numbed both her body and her mind for a few moments.

Elizabeth’s mind stay blank and numb for a few moments before she realized that she still felt the weight of her child. She lazily looked down to see her baby, free of her, but dangling out of her by its umbilical cord. The little thing writhed and squirmed as it thrashed against its dangling position. Elizabeth went to pick it up, to try and nurse it, but her mind quickly snapped from its daze and she realized her arms and legs were still restrained.

Elizabeth let out a tired sob alongside her crying child as she came back to the reality of her position. The two of them stay like that, wet, tired, and suspended, for a few minutes until Elizabeth hears the door at the far end of the dungeon open.

Two inquisitors enter her dungeon and Elizabeth immediately begins to beg them both to let her free, to let her at least hold her child. Her voice becomes more panicked and desperate as they get closer. Elizabeth couldn’t deny the lustful orgasm she’d had, and she knew what that meant for her.

They’d put a black bag over her face and bound her wrists and ankles as they drove away like nothing happened. She doesn’t even know if anyone saw her get taken. Samantha fought and screamed and struggled the entire drive, fighting against her restraints, and fighting against the gag in her mouth. The men laughed as they held her down and kept her still for the long car ride. All she knows was that they drove for a long time, long enough to get out of the city by her guess.

During the drive, the men held disgusting conversations about her, her body, how much money they’d make off of her. She was their property now and there was nothing she could do about it. They apparently liked her dark hair and how fit she was, and how her thighs rubbed together when she walked. Samantha’s heart stopped cold when one of the men commented about how small her breasts were, and the other responded with “it’s alright, after she has a few kids they’ll get bigger.” Samantha struggled all the harder from then on out, but it was useless, the men kept her bound, gagged, and blinded.

Eventually, the bag was removed and Samantha saw an imposing, dilapidated warehouse out in the middle of nowhere at the edge of the city limits. Taking in her surroundings it was clear that barely anyone was around this abandoned area.

The men brought her into the warehouse and the inside was just as ruined as the outside. Samantha was stripped almost naked and brought into a room with several other kidnapped women. Her mind went to cattle lineups she’d seen on tv. That’s what she and these other women were now, cattle. Their lives now consist of living chained to rooms within this decaying warehouse filming all manner of degrading and violent porn films. Samantha and the other women were given their own rooms and raped day in and day out, sometimes on camera, and sometimes off camera. Sometimes just one man, and sometimes dozens. Sometimes just sex, and sometimes violent tortures.

One day, one of the men told Samantha how he had something special to show her. He dragged her through the halls of the warehouse and down the stairs into the basement. The man threw Samantha to the ground and when she looked up, she saw another blonde woman, heavily pregnant, struggling through giving birth while chained to an old pipe. The men filmed the poor girl as she’d seemingly given up all defiance and focused only on the pain of giving birth. She labored quietly through long moans and short breaths, her eyes closed and completely ignoring the world outside of her current ordeal.

Samantha watched in horror as the girl trembled with effort, the camera leering as her body opened up with blood and birthing fluids pouring out of her as her infant split her open and slid out. The blonde girl let out a trembling moan as she almost looked unconscious.

Samantha simply stared in horror as the men left the camera rolling while several of them descended on the poor girl and began using every part of her body to satisfy themselves. She was too exhausted to fight back and looked like the men were raping a corpse. The blonde girl simply moaned in pain softly and looked at her child as it was left ignored where it fell squirming and crying.

Samantha’s attention was pulled from the horrible sight as the man that had brought her here knelt down and placed a hand on her shoulder. He smiled wildly and told her that “it won’t be long now!” As he held up a positive pregnancy test. Samantha’s heart truly broke for good when she saw that test.

They’d been kept in this disgusting, abandoned factory for days before anyone came for them. They lay on filthy mattresses chained to the floor. Each had been stripped down to nothing, humiliated and treated like cattle as they were prepared for their new lives. Nothing about their old lives mattered anymore, they’d never go back to their jobs or their families. They belonged to their new owners now. The men who bought them.

They’d need to be broken in first so that whatever hope of defiance or escape they have will be gone. they need to stay obedient. It’s a long process, the same men who took them and kept them here will fuck them in groups of two or three. Rough sex for days on end is used to break their spirits and everything is filmed to be sold online. They’re also forced to watch each other get raped. Sometimes they’re even forced to join in.

Some girls take to their new lives faster than others. They suck what they’re told to and fuck whoever fucks them. They’re easy to break and make perfect pets for their future owners.

This redhead however, was defiant to the end. I think it’s the motherly instinct, we should have picked her up either much sooner or after the brat was born. Daily gang bangs wear her down but all she’s concerned about is protecting the brat. She still has that bad attitude.

The other two girls have begun to accept their new lot in life, but red here continues to fight with everything she’s got. That’s fine, my boys are more than happy to keep her here a bit longer. The man who bought her doesn’t want the kid, so we’ll fuck her until she’s ready to give birth.

It doesn’t take more than a day or two of some rough sex to break her water. She was so close to giving birth anyway. It takes all damn day and her voice goes horse from screaming. We pass the time fucking her and making the other girls watch her give birth. She refuses to push for a long time, some kind of delusion that she could hold it in long enough for help to arrive. Once she’s crowning, the reality of her situation hits her and she starts to become more and more obedient.

She cries and begs for help but all we care about is getting the brat out of her. The man who bought her from us didn’t want her kid. So we continue to fuck her and she continues to give birth in this filthy abandoned factory. She finally understands that no one is coming to help her.