- Yes Judith, I'm in my second trimester. But now I'm not bringing this little girl to term, you know?
- LOL, yes, she's not going to term, she's getting terminated!
- Ahah, not funny! Yet, I'm so damn excited: I can't wait to feel what is like, hanging with a baby girl in my tummy. I bet she'll survive a few minutes after I'm gone!
- Maybe she can, I don't know. I just wonder why your master decided to have you killed, if you're pregnant with a new slave of his. You think he'd let you deliver the new slave girl and then snuff you...
- Nah, he has more than enough, at the moment. With my three daughters and the other four his other wives have given him, he has more baby girls to fuck than he can really manage.
I hear he's even thinking about reducing their number, maybe torturing a couple of the older ones to death. After all, both Maureen and Noelle are 9, now, and he'd better kill them pretty soon or be prepared for them to become pregnant in a few months, with the rate he's been fucking the little sluts.
- Yeah, well, are you ready to die? I'd rather be axed but I guess I can't choose my own death more than I chose those who fucked me in life.
- Eh no, I guess not...
Then with a screeching sound, the noose went up and their words became muffled grunts for a few, long and excruciating minutes, before their bodies stopped twitching.
Only thing still moving, feet and hands desperately fighting against the interior of a womb, a little unborn girl dying like her mother just died.