Insanity and Roses

The door squeaked open of the stuffy warehouse, stirring the stale, humid air. Four women knelt on the soiled floor, messy with own birthing fluids. Their bodies heaved and laboured as rape children began to open them up from the inside.

Five men came through the side door, the last one, Dion, locking the dead bolt with a key from around his neck after closing the door. They talked amongst themselves as they walked up to the four, stepping into the central atrium and smiling down at their victims.

“Well, I guess it’s time,” one said, grinning ear to ear.

“Yeah,” another confirmed, chuckling softly. “Look at them! They’re fighting what they’re made to do.”

The four heavily pregnant women keened loudly, kneeling on the concrete, each of them fighting the urge to push and birth onto the cold ground. Each was in a different stage of labour; one even crowning, the head of her baby stretching her tender pussy lips apart. Two women had bits in their mouths, punishment for their protests, their teeth biting down and voices grunting as their bellies contracted around the babies inside.

Dion sighed, taking off his cap. “Well, I’ll take my little whore and see you guys afterwards.”

The rest nodded to him and watched as the blond grabbed the raven-haired woman with a bit in her mouth, dragging her away to his corner of the warehouse.

Another chuckled, smiling down at a short haired brunette, grunting into her own bit, struggling as her belly tightened and tears streaked down her cheeks.

He grinned. “Well, it’s your turn.”

She shook her head, crying into her gag, as he approached her. She struggled to get away, but her heavy, labouring body made it impossible.

Alex smirked, grabbing her arm and hauling her up. He scooped her into his burly arms, carrying her away into the warehouse, away from the two trapped women still squirming on the floor. They disappeared from sight, and the attention turned back to the three men still staring down at the two labouring women.

A man with red-haired muttonchops grinned down at the crowning woman, his smirk villainous.

“Come on, Jack,” he chuckled. “Let’s play with her a bit.”

A man with a full beard smiled and stepped forward, a beanie pulled over his short hair. “Sure.”

Together they lifted the labouring mother, carrying her by her arms and legs, over to a secluded part of the warehouse, where a tilting table was waiting for the three of them.

“Alright sweetheart,” the man with muttonchops enthused, his warm breath on her ear. “Time for some fun.”

The young woman, Gwen, groaned, her birth canal squeezing tight around the baby inside her violated womb.

“Please no…” she whimpered softly, the rape child between her legs almost at a full crown.

The two men put her on the table, chaining her hands above her head, tight bilboes wrapped around her tender wrists. They strapped her thighs wide apart, leaving her abused and straining sex completely exposed, with a small, red-headed baby poking from between her lips.

“Oh girlie,” the red-haired man delighted, staring wide-eyes at her pussy.

“You’re so eager to get him out, aren’t you?” He gently stroked the child’s wispy hair with his fingertips. “But I want to play a bit first.”

Gwen’s brows knitted with confusion as her heart began to race. Her gut pinched with nervous tension, her intuition sensing danger. Terror quickly filled her when the man above her, Jack, smirked at his mutton copped friend. She struggled in her holds, her hips squirming from side to side, but it was futile.

She couldn’t escape with her limbs strapped down to the wooden planks. She panted, rolling her hips a bit as her rapist, Joel, reached forward, placing his hand on the head of his baby.

“Please,” the woman whimpered, another contraction gripping her. “Don’t do this.”

Joel hushed her, brushing her auburn hair from her tears stained face. “Don’t worry, sweety. It’ll only hurt a bit.”

Jack tilted the table back, Gwen’s heavy stomach pressing into her ribs. She whined, her infant slipping back into her fleshy tunnel just a bit, shying away from her burning lips.

Joel, then, began to push down on the head of his bastard child, slowly pushing it back into her aching cunt.

The red head screamed, her back arching as her rapist continued to shove her child back deeper and deeper into her. The pain was intense and torturous, gripping her entire being. It felt like a saw was splitting her in half, the child sliding down her birth canal, back into her womb, the home it had known for 9 months. Sharp, stabbing cramps hit her belly, her contractions trying to fight this new unnatural movement of degradation.

Joel kept pushing, his hand now halfway into her birthing pussy. He could feel her muscles pushing against him, squeezing around his fingers. A rush of blood went to his groin, his erection coming to life as he continued, forcing his hand deeper into her belly. He relished her screams of agony, her face contorting into a gorgeously pained grimace, her mouth gaped, as tears streaked from the corner of her eyes. Every scream made his dick throb,  the slobbering cunt around his fist making it more potent.

Her slit was wet with birthing fluid, coating his hand and arm with a slick, juicy wetness at made squishing, gushing noises every time she squirmed.

Joel bit his lip, and with one final push, his babe was pushed back into her padded womb.

Gwen panted, drool dribbling from the corner of her mouth. “No… No…”

Jack petted her cheek, shushing her softly.

Joel didn’t remove his hand, relishing the wet, hot feeling that surrounded his hand and part of his forearm. He moaned when her squirms made her cunt give off that delicious fleshy sound, fluid oozing from the penetrated honey hole. He wiggled his fingers, and Gwen let out the most arousing of choked noises.

“You like that, don’t you?” He asked.

She shook her head, but immediately let out another garbled wail as Joel pumped his arm in her stretched out cunt.

“The sounds your cunt makes are delicious.”

His words made Gwen shiver with fear, her chest tightening. He pumped his arm again, her back arching harshly as she mewled. But he didn’t stop, he kept fucking her abused slit with his hand, grinning wildly as her wet cunt kept up with the juicy noises he adored. Her mouth continued to gape open, every so often letting out a harsh cry when he hit a good spot. Fluid and blood gushed from her pussy like mad, streaking down the sides of her round belly in vibrant, pinkish-red lines.

“Fuck,” Joel breathed. “You keep getting wetter and wetter.”

It was true. Her cunt was lubricating more fiercely against the friction of his fisting. Soon, she knew she was going to cum, she could feel it. The shameful tug in her gut kept growing and growing until she couldn’t hold it in anymore, and she cried out, tears spilling from her eyes. The wet gush erupted from around the arm invading her womanhood, and Joel dick throbbed, twitching against the fabric of his boxers.

“Shit,” he panted. “Her pussy is so juicy and wet. I can’t wait to fuck it again.”

He slowly pulled his hand from her, it slipping out with a loud slurp.

Immediately, the baby inside Gwen’s womb re-engaged in her pelvis, a contraction pushing it back down against her cervix. Gravity kept it from moving back into her vagina, keeping all the pressure squarely against the entrance of her womb and between her hips. The auburn haired woman whimpered, gritting her teeth and gyrating her hips to try and alleviate the discomfort between her legs.

She was jarred as Jack tilted her back up, not enough to be level, but enough to take some of the strain off her ribs. She pushed again, the urge still present, but the head of her rape baby didn’t move, still trapped inside her distended womb.

She heard the unzipping of pants, and Joel climbed up onto the table with her, setting himself between her spread legs. His erection sprouted from his open fly, cherry red and twitching as precum leaked from the tip.

“Please,” Gwen moaned as another cramp rolled through her belly. “Just let me get him out.”

“Nah,” Joel smirked. “I need to fuck you now. You’re too wet to resist.”

“But–”

Jack jerked her by the hair. “Shut up and take his cock,” he growled. “My wife needs a baby, too.”

More tears welled in the woman’s eyes. “Please.”

“Sh,” Joel hushed her as he lined but his hard member with her dripping slit.

“Please,” she urge again, another push pressing against her cervix. “I need to give birth.”

“You can birth when I’m done.” He entered her, pushing deep into her hole. He moaned, hearing her cry out as his dick hilted inside her despoiled womb. He pumped his hips the tip of his penis getting passed her dilated cervix. He rolled his head back, moaned deeply, her labour pressing down on him as he continued to invade her.

“Shit. Shit!” he breathed, moving his hips with vigor. “Keep pushing! Keep pushing on me!”

Gwen screamed and cried, her need to birth overwhelming. The contractions were nearly constant, nudging the bastard in her womb down the track, only to be shoved back into her overtaxed chalice. The pain was maddening, her mind spinning as her eyes rolled up and her back lifted off the table.

“STOP!” She shrieked. “I NEED TO GIVE BIRTH!”

“You’re not birthing until he’s done,” Jack sneered.

“PLEASE!” The pressure deep inside her was painful, her womb feeling like it was about to burst. She gritted her teeth and sobbed, drool sliding out from the corner of her mouth. “IT NEEDS TO COME OUT.”

Joel quickened his pace, making his victim scream as the squeezing around his manhood getting more erratic and intense. It was heaven, and he thrusted his hips furiously, even has her screams turned to throaty, choked sounds. Her voice has nearly exhausted itself, but her vocal cords kept flexing, manipulating the air coming out of her lungs into beautiful strangled gasps.

“Oh God, YES!”

He came, his cock spurting his essence deep into her ravaged body. He pulled out unceremoniously, birthing fluids and semen spilling from her ruined slit. Gwen hardly noticed.

Jack titled the table again, forcing her upright. She wailed as her baby promptly dropped into her stretched out cunt, bulging out her pubic mound. Her lips burned again, the head tear-dropping, the immense pressure no longer deep inside, but between her legs. Another push, and she was at a full crown. She panted, clamping down on her teeth as the product of her violation easily slid from between her spread lips.

Joel chuckled and patted her rounded belly. “There. He’s coming out so easy now.” He cupped his baby’s head with his hand, his other hand rubbing her huge, rounded stomach. “Just a couple more pushes.”

She pushed again and the head was out, the body rotating inside before the shoulder came tumbling out.

The baby wailed as Joel cut the cord.

“All done,” he announced, holding the baby up for her. She had red hair, like her parents, and was wiggling in the grasp of her father. “Isn’t she cute?”

Gwen looked away, sobbing a new. The pressure was gone, but now she was left with the shear weight of what she had been through.

Joel just smiled and turned to leave. He left his victim with Jack, and heard her wail as Jack pushed his own cock into defiled womanhood.

“That’s it, you whore,” Jack moaned. “Deliver your placenta while I impale you with my cock.”

The air was hot and dry as the wind swayed the tall prairie grass back and forth, with the sun mercilessly beating down upon the landscape. A warehouse stood among the prairie greens, build of tin walls and a gleaming roof, with windows along the crown for light, and only one, small door on the side that gave access to the inside. The inside was finished with drywall, with secluded areas sectioned off by free standing walls, and a high ceiling that was typical of a warehouse. The only things that seemed out of place were the chains, hanging down from a rail system built into the rafters.

Inside, the warm air was sticky and humid, no air-conditioning in sight. The air clung to the skin like a tacky film, making the skin stick together. The sunlight streamed in from the crowning windows, lighting the entire building with bright daylight. Fans idly spun, doing little to dissipate the heat, but enough to keep it liveable.

Grunts and groans could be heard, rising up into the hot air as the door squeaked open. Five men stepped through the small door, the last one locking the dead bolt with a key after closing the door. They talked amongst themselves, stepping into the central atrium and smiling down at their victims.

“Well, I guess it’s time,” one said, grinning ear to ear.

“Yeah,” another confirmed, chuckling softly. “Look at them! They’re fighting what they’re made to do.”

Four heavily pregnant women knelt at the men’s feet, kneeling on the concrete floor, a puddle of birthing fluid surrounding them. Each was in a different stage of labour; one was even crowning, the head of her baby stretching her pussy lips apart. Two women had bits in their mouths, punishment for their protests, their teeth biting down and voices grunting as their bellies contracted around the babies inside.

A man with short, blond hair sighed, taking off his cap. “Well, I’ll take my little whore and see you guys afterwards.”

His mates nodded in farewell and the blond grabbed the girl with long, raven hair by the arm. She huffed and puffed, her eyes wide with fear, screaming into her bit as he pulled her away front the others. She tried to kick, but another contraction gripped her, her toes curling with agony. He dipped down to grab her hands, tied behind her back and began to drag her off. She screamed louder, her breath hitting the bit, her legs kicking and birthing fluids trailing. Her feet slipped in the gooey liquid, her shoulders straining as he yanked on her wrists.

He dragged her through the warehouse, her shoulders pulled back at an awkward angle, making her shoulders ache as he yanked her along. Her suddenly stopped, dropping her back on the floor. They were in his little part of the warehouse, stocked with all the toys and things that he liked to off himself with.

“All right, sweety,” he, Dion, smiled, crooked and twisted. It made her sick to her stomach to see that smile. It meant that she was about to be used. Dion took the bit from her mouth and untied her, gently touching her dark hair with his calloused fingers.

She flinched away, her body shivering with fear.

“Now, now,” he murmured. “You’re about to give birth to my baby, that’s no way to act.”

Still, the raven-haired woman, Alex, avoided his gaze; unable to look at his face after the torture he had forced her through. The endless floggings and mental torment as she hung from chains. The rapes and taunting as the little monster he had forced into her grew, expanding her womb, filling up the space in her belly.

Dion and his friend, Jack, had kidnapped Alex ten months ago, after she had broken down on a secondary highway. They were part of a small, cult community, secluded in the rural prairie lands. However, the community had become so interbred that some of the women had become infertile. The women became desperate, crying out that they were sinning because they could not be mothers and demanded something be done. So the men decided that a few would be allowed to kidnap a number of vulnerable women to breed and produce children for their wives. Thus, they introduced new genes into the gene pool.

Dion had raped Alex senseless, leaving her on the floor, with his sticky cum slipping out of her delicate petals and dripping down her thighs. She had fought, beating him and attempting to stop what was happening. It was futile. Dion still had sown his seed into her, producing the little nightmare that was making it way out of her straining sex. His job had been done.She gasped, her body curling forward, her hands instinctively going to her swollen, life-filled middle. The baby inside her shifted, sliding lower into pelvis.

“That’s it,” he encouraged, his perverse smile still in place. “Give birth to my baby.”

Alex whined, her grey eyes squeezing shut, shaking her head profusely. She didn’t want to do this. She didn’t want to push this asshole’s child from between her legs. She didn’t even want kids, the puke monsters they were. All they did was whine and poop their diapers, unable to care for themselves until at least 5.

She tried to resist, ignoring the strong urge to push. Still her body urged her to give in, to birth, to allow her intimate to be forced open wide, and give life to the child of a monster. She couldn’t give in, not when the depraved prick that had impregnated her watched. She sat on the floor, her milky breasts heaving for breath, her legs trembling as they pulled into her chest, resting on her tiptoes. Her body was already covered in sweat, beads of liquid dripping down the side of her face, one hand propping her up and the other gripping her fertile swell.

She hardly noticed when Dion strapping heels onto her slender feet, to distracted by the pain and trying to not birth.

“We’re all set,” Dion smiled. “Now you can birth my baby looking like the whore you are.”

Alex glared up at him, her dark hair damp and beginning to clump up. His blue eyes had a wicked glint to them, staring down at her as he went to take a seat in a leather chair in the corner of the room not far away. He unbuckled his belt, unzipping his pants and pulling out his dick, his hand rubbing the flaccid skin until it stood at attention.

The dark haired woman moaned, gritting her teeth as the big head of the child dropped to engage her pelvis, pressing down. The pressure continued to build, feeling like her muscles were ripping apart all while her cervix ripped in half, making way for her little bastard. The neck of her womb slowly opened around the scalp of her rape baby, her hips shifting apart, forcing horrid pain through her being. The process was slow and tormenting, taking hours to allow an inch of aperture. Alex struggled to keep her cool, her deepest innards stretching, burning and pinching.

The urge to push grabbed her in force, her huge belly rippling as her body folded over her gravid form and her fingers clutching her parturient swell tight. The little bastard inside moved down, pain shouting up her spine, forcing a sharp cry from Alex’s dry lips as her cervix pushed wider deep inside.

“Ah, yeah,” Dion commented quietly, watching her face and her sore cunt. Birthing fluid dripped from between her puffy lips as she sat on her bottom, her legs splayed wide, giving him the perfect view for the show. “That’s it.” His hand moved a bit faster, his foreskin slipping over his head and then pulled back down the shaft, the tip glistening with precum.

“Is he opening you up, sweetheart?” he questioned, smirking as she grimaced again, his baby still slowly making its way into the birth canal. “He’s got to be big by the look on your face.”

Alex whined, shameful tears welling over the edges of her eyelids. This baby was ruining her body, forcing her hips so wide and violating her gender. It violated her with every inch it slid across, sending intense sensations through out her body, the way nature intended.

“Keep going, little bitch,” Dion encouraged, his hands still pumping his thick dick.

Alex gasped, the head finally making it past the entrance of her cramped womb, dropping into her fleshy tunnel, pressing against her walls. Her cheeks burned red, ashamed at the intense feelings rolling through her as the bastard inside her pushed down, dragging along her sensitive walls. She bit her lip as it kept coming, her pussy getting wetter and wetter by the second.

Dion smirked. “Feeling good, ain’t it?”

She snarled at him, her grey eyes daggers before she lurched forward, clutching her fertile mid-drift as the baby began to crown, her vulva beginning to stretch and pale. She shifted to her knees, still trying to fight the urge to bear down, insistent that she would not willingly birth his fucker’s baby.

“I can’t see, sweetheart,” he rapist murmured, getting up from his seat. “I need to see him leave you.”

Fucking pervert, Alex cursed him, whining as the head continued its assault on her tender lips. Her body desperately wanted to give in and push, to birth. She couldn’t let it happen. She couldn’t give birth to this bastard’s rape baby.

“Sweetheart,” he urged again.

She didn’t budge, fighting from some dignity in all of this hellish mess.

He sighed, grabbing a leather strap from his desk. He stepped over to her, a scowl on his face as he looped the strap around her ankle and pulled, expose her crowning sex.

She yelped, reaching down as her baby moved down further. Her pubic mound glistened in the harsh light, birthing fluids coating her whole puffy vulva. The scalp of the baby that was violating her stretched out opening of her pussy. Her gender bulged out, her slit tear-dropping, wisps of hair peaking out from the opening. The skin around her puss was drawn tight, transparent as his baby urged its way out.

“There we go,” he smiled his sick smile, squatting nest to her. “Now push.”

Her body obliged against her will, forcing her into a full crown. She whimpered and squirmed, her bastard baby breaking her apart. Her hips felt like they were breaking, her puss burning as the head slid across her entrance.

“OH GOD NO!” She cried, tears raining down her cheeks.

“Yeah, that’s it.” His hand was in his crotch again, fapping his stiff dick.

Her belly clamped down again, the head inching forward. Each push gave a few inches, the torture being dragged out over the last hour. Alex grunted and cried, sometimes loosing progress as the head slipped backwards, back into her beaten and ruined gender.

Dion chuckled, his hand rubbing faster than before. “Come on, little slut. Birth my baby.”

The dark hair woman sobbed, and pushed, the head popping out with a gush of fluid, soiling her legs and the concrete floor. She continued to sob as the shoulders agonizingly budged out, shoving out into the world.

She heard Dion cum, all too pleased with the ruined state Alex was left in as his child slipped onto the cold floor.