WARNING: GRAPHIC THEMES AND DESCRIPTIONS INCLUDING BIRTH AND SEX. CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK.
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Loud and pained grunts and groans were heard, rising up into the hot air as the door squeaked open of the fiery warehouse. 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 door on the side, 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.”
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, to his little area of the warehouse, and laid her down on a steel table. She kept screaming and struggling, her legs kicking out. He tied her hands to the side of a metal box table, just behind her head, her elbows up by her face, before locking her neck into a leather collar at the lip of the table. Her head hung down, over the edge, her hair spilling down.
He took the bit from her mouth, her screams filling the air.
“No!” she shrieked. “NO! PLEASE! Please don’t make me do THIS!” She grunted, her belly contracting, forcing her cervix just a bit wider.
Alex ignored her. It was too late. Her body had accepted his seed, gestated his baby, and now she had to birth it. There was no way around it. It was coming out, one way or another.
He grabbed some cable and hooked them to the collar, and grabbed her failing feet, immobilizing them with the cuffs on the end, splaying them wide and high, leaving her ass and pussy completely exposed.
“No! NO!”
Alex just chuckled, knowing that it was inevitable, that baby, his baby, was going to force her open wider than ever before.
Her slit was drenched with birthing fluids, her thighs and ass gleaming wet as well. Her asshole was soaked, and Alex groaned, biting his lip, as more oozed out of her labouring sex and dripped slowly down, running across her second hole.
“Damn girlie.”
His captive, Lisa, sobbed with tears running from the corners of her eyes. “Please. Please don’t make me do this. I don’t want to.”
Alex looked up at her, smiling. “Hun, you got no choice in this. I kidnapped you from that club to give birth to my wife’s child and you’re going to.”
She shook her head. “No. No! Please!” She screamed, another contraction seizing her body, her rape baby’s head pressing more urgently on the neck of her womb.
Her rapist sighed, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. “Too late, girlie.”
“Oh god, please…” Lisa begged.
She knew it was too late, her body was already feeling the urgency to push, to force out the little monster that had grown inside her. The pressure was strong and intense, her back and thighs aching. She could feel the head of the child driving hard against her tight cervix, trying to work its way into her vaginal canal.
“Please make it stop.”
She stared up at the ceiling, shrieking as another contraction gripped her.
“Good girl,” Alex whispered, his hands going to her thighs, holding tight. His pants were down around his knees, his hard cock poking against her back entrance.
Her asshole was slick and wet with birthing fluid, basically begging to be penetrated. And Alex was all to happy to oblige. He began to slowly push forward, his dick forcing open her ass with some difficulty. She was tight and, with her contracting muscles, she fought against his insertion.
“Hey!” Lisa cried out, looking down at her swollen body, “Stop that!”
“Shush, sweety,” Alex soothed, still pressing his hips forward. “Just keep pushing.” He was slow and allowed her sphincter to adjust to his girth. He didn’t want her to bleed too much.
Soon he was balls deep in her ass, and Lisa could feel his hugeness pressing against her rectal walls. She already felt bloated and gravid, but now the feeling was largely magnified. She squirmed, the feeling overwhelming. Her mind swam, consumed with deep pain, and now the oddly pleasurable pressure that was now crawling up her spine from her asshole. Her feet jostled their holds as she tried to wriggled her hips away from the sense of overpowering fullness. Her pussy blushed and welled with added wetness at the stimulation, even as her stomach pushed down on the rape baby in her uterus.
Lisa screamed as he began pumping. Her ass began to burn, pain ripping through her belly as he probed the contraction muscles in her abdomen. She cried out as the baby continued to move down, the entrance to her womb dilating. Her entire body shook violently, her holds twitching around her ankles and wrists.
Alex kept fucking her ass, even as she screamed and his baby kept forcing his way down her birth canal. It pushed against him and made her feel even tighter as his cock kept going in and out of her. It kept moving down, making the pressure more and more tremendous.
“That’s it, girly,” he moaned, “keep pushing for me.”
Lisa sobbed, her back entrance throbbing with a discomfort she desperately wanted to get away from. She keened and squirmed in her restrains as the little monster inside her kept slipping lower and lower between her legs. He was filling her vag, stretching it wide open, her pubic mound feeling insanely full. She felt like she was going to burst, her pussy lips gaping as the head began to protrude out.
It pressed out, her vulva bulging and her opening beginning to tear-drop. She panted and whined as she pushed, her abs squeezing her womb. Her body curled, the rape baby inside her torturing its way out of her body. The pain was stupendous as it crowned, her lips screaming.
“Fuck yes, fuck yes, FUCK YES!” Alex came into her ass, his little bundle at a full crown between his victim’s legs.
Lisa shrieked, the child emerging slowly, bulging out her delicate petals, stretching them beyond their limit. She continued to scream as its little eyes and nose began to emerge.
“Keep pushing,” Alex urged, having already pulled out and zipped up his pants. Now, he eagerly waited for his child to be born, his hands poised to catch him or her.
Lisa panted and screamed as the head finally popped out, fluids gushing from her slit. She sobbed, tears staining her cheeks, flowing from her pale brown eyes.
She let her head flop down, lolling as she weeped, the head of her little monster hung from her stretched out, and ruined, snatch.
Suddenly, the baby rotated, her stomach bearing down once again. She screamed, her back arching, the shoulders of Alex’s hell spawn pushing out, stretching and torturing her delicate petals once more. Her entire body was rigid, the trembling ceasing as pain subdued her, causing all her muscles to clench up. Her eyes bulged, bugging out as each shoulder popped out, nearly tearing her feminine lips as it finally fell free of her.
Alex smiled, cradling the crying infant as Lisa panted, limp in her tight holds, spent and exhausted from forcing out his little bundle of rape. Sobs continued to rack through her frame, the sheer gravity of her ordeal setting in as the adrenaline wore off, leaving her to face the harsh reality that she had just spent nine months in a warehouse, raped, pregnant, and finally forced to birth a baby that she never wanted.
Her rapist and baby daddy stepped away, holding his new son, smiling proudly as he placed him in a carrier. He, then, turned by to his victim and unhooked her legs, letting them flop down. He left her there after that, far too excited to show his precious little boy to his wife.
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