Country Cult 3
WARNING: NSFW. THE FOLLOWING FICTIONAL WORK CONTAINS GRAPHIC THEMES AND DESCRIPTIONS INCLUDING BIRTH, SEX, AS WELL AS TRIGGERING CONTENT. READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED. CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK.
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.”
Joel just grinned and walked away, listening to the wet, squelching sounds of Jack’s violation of Gwen’s postpartum pussy.
