DEADLY DOCTOR MILA III
by Polaris
polaris_81@hotmail.com
Keywords: F/infant, nc, sad, snuff
Authors Note: This is a sequel to two of my previous stories, so I would
recommend that you read them first if you already have not:
Deadly Doctor Mila - https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Polaris/www/Deadly_Doctor_Mila.htm
Deadly Doctor Mila 2 - https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Polaris/www/Deadly_Doctor_Mila_II.htm
Mila was spending the afternoon relaxing at her estate, when she heard the
doorbell ring. Upon answering it, she was greeted to a face that was very
familiar to her. It was Felissa Jones, a woman who had been coming to her
for years for abortion-related services.
"Hi, Mila. I hope that I'm not disturbing you. Is it all right if I come in?"
the thirty-nine-year-old woman asked.
"Oh, hello, Felissa. Certainly, you're always welcome for a visit here," Mila
replied graciously.
The two sat down inside of Mila's spacious living room and engaged in small talk
for a brief while, before Felissa decided to state the real reason that she had
come.
"Mila, I hope you won't think ill of me, but could I trouble you for a special
favor?" Felissa began.
"If it falls in the neighborhood of the favors I've granted for you in the past,
I'd be more than happy to," Mila said with a sincere smile as she took a sip of
some herbal tea.
"You see, I have this friend, Penny. Her and I have known each other since
childhood and have remained very close. I've really enjoyed the time I've spent
with her during these years, but there's always been a little... annoyance. For
nearly two decades now, she's talked about how she wants to have children - more
than anything else in the world. The thing is, she's got Endometriosis and has
very poor eggs, so as much as she tried, she was never able to conceive one. I
can't tell you how many times I've had to hear her say 'Oh please, God! Please,
please, let me have a child. Even if it's just one! One is all I'd need!'"
"Does she know about the abortions you've had?" Mila curiously interjected.
"Oh, lord no! I honestly don't think she'd be able to take hearing about that!
I've kept it pretty well hidden, thanks to your treatment."
Felissa was but one of hundreds of females who had received an abdominal
modification, which enabled them all to show no exterior signs of being
pregnant, so that they could carry their babies to full term in secret, before
killing them - either before or after birth.
"Well, Felissa, I hate to decline a friend, but... as I'm sure I don't have to
tell you, playing 'stork' is not my preferred method of interacting with
babies," the doctor replied, feeling a tad awkward.
"Ah, of course, but... that's not quite what I had in mind. You see, about
twenty months back, Penny, by some miracle, was finally able to conceive with
her husband! And she gave birth to a healthy girl nearly a year ago. But now
that the pregnancy is over and went off without a hitch, she won't shut up even
more now than before! Every moment I've seen her, she's had these tears of joy
in her eyes and keeps going on and on and on about how happy she is to finally
be a mother."
Having now heard that, Mila was now a bit more confident about just where this
request was headed.
"The favor that I wish to ask, if you're able, is that I would like for you to
do something bad to her baby. Something that would really horrify her. I mean,
Penny's my best friend, and I love her to pieces, but even so, that doesn't mean
that I'd have any ethical qualms about causing her pain, in secret. Heck, if I
let that stuff get to me, I sure wouldn't have sought you out so many times in
the past! And it would sure be nice to give back a little after all the hours
I've had to endure of her maternal ramblings."
Mila felt an immediate tingle in her pussy upon hearing these words. Aborting
babies day in and day out, it wasn't often that she was presented with such an
interesting request. A challenging request. Of course, she would accept. To not
do so, would prompt the woman to immediately seek to have her head examined.
"It's a lovely suggestion, and I would be thrilled to do it, my friend!" Mila
complimentarily replied. "Are there any specific details that you had in mind?"
"Oh no, I think we both know who the innovator is between the two of us,"
Felissa stated modestly. "I'm sure I'll be delighted with whatever method you
choose!"
"Well... There is one experiment that stands out in my mind that I've wanted to
pursue for some time now..."
"Thank you so much, Mila!" The enthusiastic woman, now barely able to contain
her excitement, then took a pen and small scrap of paper out of her purse. "Here
is the address where she lives..."
* * *
Penny Paxton was terrified. Just three days prior, she had returned home to the
dreadful sight of her husband, Chad, knocked unconscious on the floor, and her
one-year-old daughter, Lacy, no where to be found. The mother had called 911
immediately and tried desperately to shake her husband awake, but he would not
come to. As Chad was being pushed into the back of the ambulance on a gurney,
and after being asked countless questions of which she had no answers to, the
police told Penny to try to get some rest and that they would notify her the
second that they learn anything about her daughter's whereabouts.
Felissa had visited Penny's home twice during that time, under the guise of
going there to "comfort" her, when in reality, she just wanted to view and enjoy
the state that her best friend was in. Felissa got more than she had bargained
for, however, as during both visits, she was unable to listen to Penny for more
than ten minutes before having to excuse herself to the bathroom to masturbate.
She'd never dreamed that doing something so emotionally cruel to someone - a
friend, who had put decades of kindness and trust into her - would turn her on
so much. She brought herself to a selfish, explosive orgasm right on Penny's
toilet, before returning, and her distraught companion didn't suspect a thing.
It gave Felissa an enhanced zest for living. Friendship and causing needless
suffering, two of her greatest passions in life, and she was now able to receive
both of them from the same person.
On the evening of the third day, Penny laid on her couch, sobbing hysterically.
It was during this time when an attacker appeared behind her, shoved a
chloroform rag in her mouth, and incapacitated her as well.
When Penny awoke, she was restrained, fully naked, in a dark, but very warm
room. She saw no one for 55 hours. Steel restraints around her wrists, ankles
and neck kept her bound to the structure that she sat in. Injected into her
body, was a lonely feeding tube, which protruded from a tiny hole in the wall.
And below her, was an opening in the seat, which had permitted her body to
relive itself with little interference.
Eventually, the door opened and in walked Mila, comfortably nude.
"Good morning, Penny," greeted the doctor. Mila removed the feeding tube and
quickly replaced it with a gag. "I'm the woman responsible for bringing you
here."
The terrified and confused Penny simply looked at Mila with eyes wide, having
countless questions, yet physically incapable of asking a single one.
"I hate wearing masks, so I didn't bother to hide my face... but don't worry,
I've got something much better in mind for later to counteract that. I think we
should take a little stroll. There's something that I just can't wait to show
you!"
On that cue, a young, nineteen-year-old woman entered, wearing a long, white lab
coat, and a peculiar style of glasses that Penny had never seen before.
Following right behind her, was a small, naked, five year old girl, who looked
far less happy to be there. She was covered with welts and other abrasions, and
her vagina looked like that of a woman who had done a thousand pornographic
gangbang films.
"This is one of my researchers, Andreana. Oh, and it looks like she's brought
along little Nachgeburt. Excellent, I have a feeling that I'm going to be
requiring her services before the tour is over!"
"Allow me to prepare your transportation," the assistant told the captive,
flashing an expression that was both eager and sinister. She then inserted a
key into a metal box on the wall, and the chair that Penny was restrained to was
detached. The assistant next used the key on the lock of a nearby closet door,
opened it, and pulled out two wheels, which she then attached, transforming the
previously-stationary seat into a wheelchair.
"Shall we be off?" Mila asked, as she ran her fingers up her smooth abdomen and
both sensually and simultaneously squeezed each of her pendulous breasts. The
assistant moved behind the wheelchair, and the four females exited the room.
Though Mila could have taken Penny to the destined area right there and then, as
it was located just several yards away, she felt that it would be more fun to
take the scenic route. The corridors were dimly lit, but it was enough to
provide a clear view of one's surroundings.
"It has been brought to my attention that you've had a bit of difficulty
obtaining a baby in the past," Mila casually stated as they moved. "It's a
notion that I find quite funny, as I have more here than I know what to do
with!"
Penny's eyes went wide. She'd had the suspicion ever since waking up that her
daughter had also been taken this place. But what if she was? What if Lacy was
trapped there alone, hurt... or even worse? No! She couldn't bear to let those
thoughts enter her head. She had to stay positive.
"Thankfully," Mila continued. "I keep my facility full of guests who help me
decide!"
The four stopped right before a large glass window on the right sight. "Take
these two for example..."
The assistant turned Penny towards the glass so that she could see. On top of a
large, white table was a nude four month old girl, lying helplessly on her back.
Just inches above the child's head, was the bare crotch of a naked fifteen year
old girl, on all fours, with her calves and feet stretching on either side of
the infant's body. Though just a teenager, the girl's nether-regions were
already a lush forest of hair; more so than many women would receive in their
entire adult lives. It was coarse and black which contrasted well with her fair
skin.
Standing on the floor next to the table was a second girl, looking to be about
thirteen, equally naked, using her fingers to root around in the former girl's
asshair and pluck out a desired strand; preferably one that had a dingleberry
attached to the base. It took Penny a few moments to decipher what they were
doing, but upon realization, her heart clenched. The younger teen was taking
each piece of unclean hair, and slipping it under the eyelids of the baby, who
was both very scared and very uncomfortable.
"Those two are sisters," enlightened Mila. "It looks like they're giving that
baby some new eyelashes! Heh, it's funny how some girls and women feel they're
never too old to play with dolls. Though the way things are looking, that doll
may be getting some serious 'Mr. Potato Head' treatment!"
Penny was nothing less than sickened and horrified by what she saw and heard.
The four month old shrieked as the painful hairs continued to invade her eyes,
obscuring her vision entirely. The younger sister interrupted this process only
a couple of times, when she briefly gripped the edge of the table, stuck out
her ass, and squeezed out a loud fart. The act came off almost celebratory, with
no shame - only excitement for the fun that she was having. Mila did not find
this crass at all, as she welcomed her guests to carry themselves in a manner
that was most comfortable to them, and enforced no rules regarding hygiene or
etiquette. If any of her guests, either female or male, wanted to be beastly
slobs, her qualms were none, as she even found such hedonistic principles
appealing, provided that it was only children under a certain age limit who
were negatively impacted by them. The thirteen-year-old did not finally stop
until the baby had no less than twenty hairs snaking out from each socket.
"My, looks like someone's gearing up for a night on the town!" Mila cruelly
joked. "Let's see what other fashion ideas these girls have."
The fifteen year old darted her right hand down between her legs and started
squeezing and pinching the naked baby fat - far more roughly than one should
ever do to an infant.
"Oooooooohhh yeeeeaaaahhh," the older sister grunted deeply as she forcefully
jiggled the clump of flesh in her hand.
"Ak-ak-ak-aaahhhaaaaaaa," the little four-month old cried in torment.
Giggling, the thirteen year old joined in, pinching the baby's tiny nipples and
twisting them 360 degrees, causing the helpless child to cry out and thrash
harder. The minds of the two sisters swirled with all of the things they wanted
to do to her.
"Ooooghh, you're so helpless I can't fucking stand it," the fifteen year old
groaned, banging her crotch and butthole down hard onto the baby's small frame
as she said the word "stand".
"I think she could use some eyeliner as well," the younger sister suggested
slyly. The older girl proceeded to hop off of the table so that her sibling
could then climb on. By this point, Penny couldn't bear to watch any further,
and could only whimper through the gag as she clenched her eyes tightly. But she
could not clench her ears, and the female assistant was more than happy to
describe every minute detail of what was taking place behind the glass. The
thirteen-year-old's creamy ass was peppered in pimples, each red and ripe. One
of them in particular was quite large, appearing to have almost the
circumference of a dime.
The pubescent teenager squatted over the infant's face, as her elder sister
helped guide the giant pimple as close to it's red and swollen left eye as it
could. The girl then captured the zit between her digits with her right hand
while doing the same to the nipple on her right tit with her left hand, and
proceeded to pinch both quite firmly. The teen let out a satisfied "aaahhh", as
she'd always done each time that she'd popped a zit on her ass. The terrified
baby girl bellowed out a shriller, more intense cry as the infectious fluid
squirted onto her cornea.
"How's she look?" the thirteen-year-old asked, though she was filled with such
eagerness that she did not wait for a response from her sister. She twisted
around and saw that the baby's eye was completely covered in bloody pus, leaving
nary the pupil nor iris visible. Sensing that her �galpha zit�h had not completely
drained, she duckwalked over the girl's head and positioned it above the
remaining eye, squirting some piss onto the baby's lower body in the process.
The teen then went to town, discharging all of the remaining pus and plasma from
her assne until there wasn't a trace left. Her sister followed up by using her
index finger to scoop up that which hadn't quite hit the target on the infant's
face, and smeared it back into the eyes, which were still heavily entangled with
her ass-pubes.
The cunts of the two siblings were dripping like mad as they gazed at the baby's
face, which now looked like it had some kind of hideous ocular disease. It was
so hot that they started humping their cunts against the corners of the table,
covering them with pussy slime and a few loose hairs.
Suddenly, however, the older sister noticed that the four-month old's tears were
starting to wash the pus away, prompting her to recall something which she had
learned in school - that the eye was the most self cleaning part of the body.
In a bit of a panic, she went over to a large multi-tiered shelf, where dozens
of tools and appliances had been provided. She then paused for a few seconds
until she found what she'd been hunting for: a hairdryer.
Dashing like the wind, she plugged the appliance into a nearby outlet. She then
turned it on full blast, while her kid sister pried the helpless baby's tiny
eyelids open wide. The infant shrieked and squirmed in pure agony as the
teenager baked the blood and pus into her delicate eyes, doing irreparable
damage to them. She kept the hairdryer poised until every last bit of moisture
vanished from the eyeballs.
"Boy, I think we've got a couple of Marie Claires on our hands!" the female
assistant joked.
"I believe you're right," Mila concurred, her pussy now quite hot from having
seen the innocent child permanently blinded in such a grotesque manner. "And
here they've only just finished with her eyes! Just imagine what else that cute
little baby has to look forward to!"
Mila's gaze rolled down towards Penny, who still had her sobbing eyes tightly
clenched. The doctor's tone then became bittersweet, though only slightly. "But
I suppose we should keep moving. There's so much more I'd like you to see on
our tour!"
The trembling mother opened her eyes as the assistant once again grabbed the
back of the wheelchair and began to push.
Mila pondered for a moment as she walked. She really wanted to keep this as a
surprise for later, but since Penny was having "trouble" paying attention, she
decided to let the cat out of the bag early.
"You know, a few days ago, a certain baby was brought into my facility. She
looks to be about one year old, and seems to respond to the name "Lacy". Does
that sound familiar to you, Mrs. Paxton?"
The gagged and restrained woman's eyes became wide once more and she immediately
began yelling and struggling with all of her might.
"I can't quite seem to remember where I last left her though... Well, I'm sure
we'll find her eventually, though you'd better keep your eyes peeled just in
case! She might even be inside this next room!"
With that, Mila opened the door in front of them, and the four entered.
As Penny was wheeled down the hall, she could not have been more horrified by
her surroundings. She saw dozens of naked female babies, each could have been no
more than seven months old, locked securely on their hands and knees, screaming
in agony. But that was hardly the worst of it. On top of each baby, was a
complete, genuine, reassembled skeleton of a deceased infant boy, which had been
mechanically manipulated in order to rape her anally. Their arm bones, held
firmly in place by metal rods, were outstretched, so that their fingers wrapped
around into the open screaming mouths of the girls, stretching them wide, and
their perpetually animatronic pelvises being pumped back and forth to simulate
the motion of fucking. And the babies had no choice but to take it, as they were
so tightly immobilized that moving even one centimeter proved impossible for
them.
"What do you think?" Mila asked in a tone somewhere between proud and humble. "I
came up with the idea last week. They've been like this for a few days now. You
know, I never figured that I'd ever take up taxidermy as a side hobby, but we
were throwing away so many bones after we'd finished playing with the kids, that
I felt it would be good to still get some use out of them once they were dead.
Not to mention, we've got so many living babies around here that it gives them
something to experience while we decide what to do with them," she continued,
without a drop of shame for her actions.
Penny almost went into shock as Mila's words culminated with both the screams
that she was hearing and the unfathomable nightmare that she was viewing. The
most chilling aspect visually, was that every organ had been removed from the
baby boys' skeletons, except for their eyes. Their giant, infant eyes had been
left in their sockets. It was a million times worse than the most heinous horror
movie she could imagine. Playing right into the doctor's hands, the mother
looked around the room frantically, though at the same time, deeply conflicted.
She so desperately wanted to see her little girl again, but also prayed that she
was not here, enduring this atrocious violation!
"One problem we encountered, is that the little dead rascals' original penises
didn't provide the experience that I was striving for, and so I decided to
attach a little innovation to each of them," explained Mila, who then proceeded
to pull a prototype out of of the assistant's pocket. The phallus was about four
inches long and had the appearance of bone, however, it also had numerous
half-inch protrusions sticking out along the shaft, both firm and coarse. They
curved in such a way that the artificial member more closely resembled an
over-the-top fishing lure.
"We went through several designs before finally settling on this shape. And let
me tell you, these sweet little darlings do not enjoy it at all!" Mila
continued, quite proud of herself.
"Boy, what a little whore this one is," Andreana said, gesturing towards a
nearby girl, whose tearful face was so red from screaming that it almost matched
the hue of the blood spilling out of her asshole, thanks to the jagged cock that
was relentlessly thrusting into it. "No kidding! You can sure tell that her mom
didn't raise her right!" Mila added, with a bounce of her eyebrows.
The doctor then moved over another girl. "This one's been like this since the
very first day... Would you like to see a neat trick?"
Taking Penny's muffled screams as a "yes", Mila pushed a red button, nearly half
the size of a nickel, which rested at the base of the platform that the infant
girl and her reanimated rapist where perched atop. The moment that she did, the
baby gave a significantly louder howl of pain, and within seconds, blood began
squirting more copiously from her abused, five month old asshole.
"Each time I press this button, the length of the faux-penis extends by half an
inch! Shall we see how far it can go?" Mila asked enticingly.
Penny cried and bellowed into her gag and shook her head in protest with all of
her strength. Mila pressed the button again, and again, and again, waiting a few
moments between each one; the sharp skele-phallus sawing deeper into the
overwhelmed infant's organs each time, until a small bump could be seen poking
just above her navel.
Mila quickly called for the five-year-old slave girl to come and begin eating
her pussy as she indulged in the malevolent experience. Panicked, the child did
so without a moment's hesitation. Penny, amongst all the other negative feelings
that consumed her, had become perpetually nauseous by this point, and would have
vomited into her gag, had the contents of her stomach not been so barren.
When she felt climax at her doorstep, Mila slammed her index finger down onto
the red button and didn't let up, causing the crimson-red penis to burst through
the the baby's stomach, and dragging with it part of her intestines. An unholy
quake of orgasmic bliss rocked through Mila's entire body, which did not subside
until the innocent five-month-old was every bit as dead as the child secured
above her.
The doctor took a moment to wipe the remaining juices from her pussy, using the
five-year-old's long hair and then said. "Exceptional job, Nachgeburt! You
deserve a reward for that!"
Mila and Andreana each grabbed one of Nachgeburt's hands and squatted down. "On
the count of three!" Mila instructed. "One, two, three!" And with that, the two
women each took the index finger of the tiny hand that they were grasping, and
roughly bent it backwards. The confused little girl screamed and shook her head
"no, no!", but the adults, using all of their strength, kept going until the
digits had completely broken at the knuckle. The five-year-old dropped to her
knees and howled in pain. She desperately wanted to hold her broken finger with
the other hand, but with two fingers in this state, she was left only to fidget.
She could not understand why Mila had done this, after she had done everything
she could to obey her; she only knew that if she had failed, it would have been
something far more terrifying.
"That'll be all for today, Nachgeburt. You're dismissed," the doctor said with
an unsympathetic smile. Of course, Mila herself had always felt that the idea
of properly training a slave was a bit boring, and so, chose to periodically
hurt her child toys for fun, just to keep things interesting.
"Hmm, well, I just don't see Lacy anywhere in here, Mrs. Paxton. I guess we'll
have to press on!"
And so, Mila proceeded to exit the room, with Andreana pushing Penny behind her,
leaving the five year old girl - still hunched in the fetal position - alone, in
the dark room.
What the devastated mother did not know, was that the glasses that the assistant
wore were no ordinary piece of eye-wear. This entire time, everything that was
viewable by the lens, along with any accompanying audio, was being streamed
wirelessly to a monitor inside of a room a different area of the facility.
A room, that was presently being occupied by Felissa Jones.
The woman had not averted her eyes from the screen once since the very
beginning. As she watched the inhuman anguish that Mila was masterfully putting
her friend through, thoughts of all the moments that the two had shared from her
past couldn't help but enter her mind. She recalled the days when she struggled
just to get by financially, and how Penny had helped her to get back on her
feet. Nights when she had been scared from living all alone, and how her friend
always managed to make time to keep her company. So many good memories, given by
a woman who had been nothing but good to her. Memories that, when combined with
what she was now exposed to on the screen, made the juices from her cunt flow
like no tomorrow.
The sensation was so incredible that she could almost feel her pussy turning
outside-in, her cunt lips being sucked deep inside of her body, up past her
womb; the feel of her long, swollen clitoris extending out from it's hood to
wrap itself around her heart like a boa constrictor; and lastly, the feel of
each artery snapping in unison as it drags the beating organ down into her
hungry, horny cavern, devouring it entirely.
* * *
"Well, Mrs. Paxton, it's getting late and I'm afraid that I have an appointment
that I must attend. I guess we'll just have to resume our search for your
'wittle baby in the morning. Here's hoping she's still alive by then, eh?" Mila
said with zero tact, as she playfully elbowed the side of Penny's face.
"Andreana, will you please show Penny back to her room?"
"Sure thing!" the assistant replied as she turned the wheelchair around. "Off we
go!"
Mila quickly gave a "knowing" glance to her protege. Though there was more that
she would have loved to have shown Penny - much, much more - Mila knew that the
woman was approaching her limit. The last thing she wanted was for her to be
overloaded before reuniting with her child, as she was in fact, counting on her
to be both lucid and alert.
Andreana took Penny to a room that was different from the one which she had been
imprisoned in prior. Nearly everything was similar, but there was one major
variation; a very large sheet of thick glass, much like the one that the women
had viewed the two teenage girls and the infant through, encompassed the
majority of one of the walls. The room on the other side was white and very
sterile looking, like a hospital room, complete with chairs and a birthing bed,
but no people.
"We figured you might like some entertainment for the remainder of your stay, so
we're giving you a window seat," Mila's assistant explained as she once again
locked the chair that the mother was sitting in securely against the opposing
wall. "No one's using the room now, but we've got a few guests lined up who'll
be using it later. Don't worry, the glass is one-way, so no one will know that
you're peeping. Ta ta!"
Andreana, giving Penny a wink, then exited the room and locked the door behind
her.
One hour passed. An hour filled with a wave of emotions; confusion, anger, hope,
terror... Penny's mind raced with thoughts of what she should do, or even could
do. She just knew that she had to find her newborn daughter, and that until that
moment came, she had to devote every second to praying for her health and
safety.
'Chad, where are you?! Please tell me that you're out there trying to get help!
That somebody knows we're both in here! Please!' she mentally begged.
Suddenly, Penny's thoughts were interrupted by a mild noise. Her eyes quickly
darted around , until she saw two people enter the room on the other side of the
glass. It was a young man and a young, pregnant woman. The couple looked to be
about seventeen to nineteen in their ages, with the girl wearing a medical gown,
and the guy wearing a casual pair of jeans and a T-shirt. He carefully guided
(who Penny presumed must be) his girlfriend onto the bed, and then took a seat
across from her just a couple feet away.
Penny watched for hours as the two smiled and conversed behind the glass, though
she could not hear what they were saying. What she could determine quite
clearly, was that the two were deeply in love with each other, and that they
both were very nervous and anxious for the baby to be born. In many ways, this
had become the most painful thing for Penny to witness since the start of her
capture, as it reminded the woman of how she and her husband had gone through
the very same experience just a year prior. Though she had already expelled so
many tears over the past few hours, her body could not help but to valiantly
produce more each time that she watched the male youth get up to give his
girlfriend a passionate kiss, rub her shoulders, and do everything that he
could to make her feel as comfortable as possible.
'Those kids look so normal... What are they doing here? Don't they know about
the sick women running this place?!?... Maybe they were tricked into coming
here... Maybe their baby is going to be stolen the moment that it's born, and
they don't even realize it!'
After nearly three and a half hours had passed, Penny again heard a noise, only
this time it belonged to Andreana as she once again entered the chamber.
"Oh good, I'm not too late!" the assistant exclaimed as she peered through the
glass and saw that the girl's contractions had started. "She should be giving
birth any minute now, and I was worried I was gonna miss it!"
"Pleeeth let me go! Let me go-ho-ho-hoooo!" Penny sobbed through the gag.
Andreana simply smiled and took a deep breath, basking in having completely
comprehended what she'd just heard and her willful negligence to do anything
about it.
"Oh! I have something for you!" announced the nineteen-year-old as she pulled a
small syringe filled with an amber-colored substance from her pocket. "I wasn't
too keen on how you were forcing your eyes shut earlier, so I thought I'd treat
you to a dose of one of the chemicals we cooked up in the lab."
Andreana injected the needle just a few centimeters away from each of the
immobilized woman's eyes. Almost immediately, Penny felt the muscles inside of
her eyelids constrict and go numb.
"You won't be blinking for a good while now. But don't worry, the drug will keep
your peepers plenty moist so that you won't miss a moment of the show," the
assistant continued. She then removed her lab coat, leaving herself completely
naked, plopped down on a couch cushion situated next to Penny's chair, and
sprawled out in a very lewd position as she began playing with her pussy.
Horrible chills now ran through Penny's body, as she realized that something
awful was about to happen. She desperately wished that she could warn the two
teenagers, so that they could escape before it was too late. But she was
completely powerless.
It was not but a few minutes later, that the baby had begun to crown. "Oup, he's
getting up!" exclaimed Andreana as she pulled a odd shaped vibrator from
beneath one of the decorative pillows of the couch. The male teen stood up and
removed his shirt. He then pulled his jeans and briefs down to his feet,
revealing his fully erect, 9-inch cock.
Penny spent a few moments both shocked and very confused, and then it hit her,
in a most disturbing manner.
"Those two came to the doctor wishing to indulge in a fantasy that they had
concocted together. They both were very fascinated by the fact that newborns had
fontanelles, and were curious to know if there was a way they could exploit
them," explained Andreana. "So we gave the fetus a little "gift" to welcome it
into the world... a chemical which forces the soft spot to spread and weaken
even further, seconds after making it past the vagina."
Panicked, Penny tried and tried to shut her eyes, but the effects of the drug
were working flawlessly. The crying newborn's head was now out fully, and the
boy had the tip of his cock pressed against the top of it's skull. Though she
could not hear, Penny was horrified to observe the mother encouraging him
without a shred of guilt, mouthing the words "Do it! Kill her!" over and over.
Locking his eyes with those of his lover, he then advanced his tool forward. His
cock burst through the skull as if it were a rotting melon.
"Oohh, fuck yes! Fuck her good, you stud!" Andreana cheered as she pounded her
own pussy with the vibrating sex toy.
The boy pumped his hips and thrust his cock in and out without missing a beat,
never once breaking his tender, romantic gaze towards his girlfriend, who
looked, herself, to be experiencing the height of happiness and joy.
"It must feel wonderful to have a cock," the assistant stated as she watched the
blood and grey matter explode onto the rock-hard member. "Just the initial
sensation of the brains alone must be heavenly, but he's already got that
bad-boy jammed down her tight little throat!"
Of course, the boy wasn't the only one awash with ecstasy. With each thrust, the
teen mother could feel the corpse of her semi-born infant daughter moving to and
fro, giving her cunt a mini-orgasm with every movement. Like most mothers, her
first experience of giving birth would be one that she would cherish for the
rest of her life.
The boy held out for as long as he could, but then finally climaxed. Andreana
had purposefully held herself off so that she could do so along with him. Seeing
that erect, crimson blood soaked member spurt it's white seed high into the air
drove her into a frenzy, causing waves of juices to burst out from her pussy and
onto the floor of the room.
Penny, on the other hand, after a full day of nothing but emotional and
psychological abuse, had now taken all that her mind could possibly handle, and
passed out.
* * *
The intercom system buzzed.
"Raven? Would you please lock every door in Sector F, except for rooms F6, F7,
and F13?"
"Right away, Doctor."
* * *
Due to her immense mental fatigue, Penny had slept all through the night. When
she awoke the following morning, she found her holding cell to be empty once
more, and nobody present in the area behind the glass. She also noticed that
the room was more humid than it had been before, and that she was very sweaty.
With complete silence around her, it didn't take long for Penny's thoughts to
return to that of fear and despair.
"What am I going to do? Lacy! Laceeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" she screamed into the gag as
her entire body writhed in utter frustration. It was then that she suddenly
noticed something. The shackle on her right wrist was now tightly gripped around
her thumb and palm.
'Oh my God... Oh my GOD!... I must have pulled it through when I was
struggling!' she thought. Immediately, the woman began pulling her right arm
back as hard as she could until *thwpp* her hand was entirely free from the
shackle. She then froze.
'I have to escape! I have to find Lacy and escape! This is my only chance! I
know that she's still alive! I know those horrible demons are waiting just so
that they can kill her right in front of my eyes! I've got to find her first!'
There was no reason to give it any more thought. Her mind was made up and her
determination was unwavering. Praying that her left wrist was as fortuitously
sweaty as her right had been, she then pulled once more.
*thwpp*
Her hands both throbbed painfully, but Penny was too focused to even realize it.
She first removed the gag from her mouth, and then examined her neck. To her
great relief, the shackle around her throat was different than the ones attached
to the armrests of the chair, as were those around her ankles, as they each had
bolts to secure them; bolts that Penny wasted no time removing.
At long last, she was finally free from the chair which had imprisoned her for
days that felt like years. She stood up carefully, and waited with every ounce
of patience that she could muster for her legs to wake up. Once they felt safe
enough to run on, Penny rushed towards the door and out of the room.
Starting with the next one closest to her, Penny immediately commenced an
attempt to open every door in sight. Nearly all were locked, but featured a
small window which allowed her to visually scan the contents of the room.
Through a door that was unlocked, she found herself in another hallway, and
soon, yet another after that; all the while praying that she would not be
spotted by anyone or that she had not triggered some sort of silent alarm. When
she tried the sixteenth door, she was surprised to find that it opened not to
another hall, but a room. She noticed that it had several sheets of glass,
though rather than being vertical like in former rooms, this glass - along with
the wall it was attached to - tilted downward diagonally. Penny deduced that she
must currently be in a room which rested above a much larger one. As she crept
forward, her heart nearly leaped out of her throat. Beneath the glass were
several babies, and the baby directly in the center was none other than her own.
Penny let out a loud wail of both joy and disbelief. There was no mistaking it.
It was Lacy, and she looked perfectly safe and healthy. The infant, lying naked
on her back, was even smiling and giggling as she looked upwards, with nary a
bruise or a scratch on her.
"Lacy! LACY! Oh, thank you, thank you God! Don't worry honey, Mommy's here now!
Mommy's finally here..."
*
"It worked like a charm," Mila stated confidently as she watched Penny on the
monitor, which was currently receiving a video stream, transmitted this time
via a hidden camera in the room the mother was presently in. Her experience had
given her enough knowledge to foresee that Penny, after having boosted her
energy levels from a "good" night's sleep, would prompt her to begin struggling
out of desperation. Of course, the grease that she had secretly smothered on the
mother's wrists a few hours before ensured that the results would be successful.
"Oh Mila! This is so exciting!" squealed Felissa, as she squeezed her hands
together and bounced gleefully in her seat.
"Well, be sure to keep your eyes glued to the screen and your hand glued to your
pussy. In fact, I think I'll send Nachgeburt up to keep you company... just in
case your impulses should happen get out of hand.�h
�gI'd appreciate that very much,�h Felissa replied, with an eager smile.
The doctor then exited the room.
*
'What do I do now?!' Penny thought. The path to get down into the room that Lacy
was in was unkown to her, but she also could not bring herself to break through
the glass, for fear of the shards harming her daughter. Searching blindly would
be her only way.
Penny was just about to turn to head back out the door, when something caught
her eye. Two females, looking to be in their late twenties or early thirties,
each wearing white lab coats similar to Andreana's, appeared on either side of
the white table which Lacy was resting on. Simultaneously, they gazed up at
Penny, smiled, and then proceeded to attach an IV and several EKG cords to the
baby.
"No!... NO! NO!! What are you doing?! STOP! LEAVE HER ALONE! PLEASE!" Penny
screamed.
Her cries went ignored as the women continued to look up and flash evil smiles
as they made their preparations. With everything in place, the woman on the left
tauntingly brandished a sharp scalpel, which she had retrieved from her pocket.
"Oh God, no! Please no!!" Penny begged. The female surgeon made the horizontal
"throat slit" gesture inches in front of her own neck, and then used the
instrument to roughly cut into Lacy's right leg.
"STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IIIT!" Penny screamed. She banged her fist over and over
onto the glass until finally her hand went right through it. To her shock and
confusion, Lacy and the two women were no longer visible behind the broken
shards. All that was there, were electronic parts, similar to those found inside
of tvs and monitors.
"Pretty convincing, wasn't it? It's amazing how far high resolution screen
technology has become!"
The hysterical mother spun around to find Mila standing there, completely nude
once again, and then immediately bolted past her out of the room. Moving faster
than ever, she again began trying every door in sight, all while screaming her
daughter's name at the top of her lungs. She eventually arrived at another
unlocked room. It, too, contained an enormous sheet of glass, only this time it
was a legitimate window. The mother stepped forward and gasped with unimaginable
horror. On the other side of the pane was Lacy, but not at all how Penny had
last viewed her; the one-year-old girl's hands and feet had been completely
removed, and the ends of both her arms and her legs had been grotesquely
remolded into a different shape; the shape of penises.
The phalluses were not flesh colored like the remainder of the child's limbs,
but instead melded into a reddish hue (with a hint of purple), giving an
appearance that was raw, slick and very sensitive.
At that moment, Andreana, who was holding the very same vibrator in her hand
that she had used the night before, walked into the room. "Boy, Mrs. Paxton,
your daughter's quite the little slut!" she taunted. "I can't tell you how great
it felt lubing up my asshole with her tears and saliva, right before I shoved
her tiny hands right up there!"
Enraged, Penny moved to assault the nineteen-year-old, but as she did, the
assistant swiftly pulled the detachable base of the vibrator away, revealing a
strong electrical arc, and "Tasered" her, causing the mother to drop to the
floor immediately.
Mila then entered the room, squatted down, and began rubbing her pussy all over
the stunned woman's face. "Oh, Penny, Penny, Penny... I think it's adorable that
you thought that you'd be able to rescue your daughter," the doctor began. "Why,
that footage of the surgery was recorded days ago, before you were even brought
here!"
Mila gave an especially firm, hard "brush" of her cunt one more time, and then
stood up. She and Andreana then proceeded to gag Penny, and lifted her onto a
nearby hospital bed, face down. Next, the two women quickly placed her into a
special type of body harness; one with four linked shackles extending from the
neck, ensuring that her ankles were pulled back behind her ears and that her
wrists were locked mere inches from her throat. With everything secure, Andreana
gave a hard, gratifying slap to Penny's bare asscheek, just as the woman was
regaining enough stamina to begin sobbing and bawling once again.
"I tell you, Mrs. Paxton, I was wracking my brain for hours trying to settle on
just what to do with your sweet, baby girl!" Mila divulged as she wheeled the
bed up towards the window. "At the end of the day, I decided to give Lacy a
marvelous gift; a gift that would bring pleasure to others... at a GREAT expense
to herself! As you can see, I've amputated your child's limbs and reconstructed
them into phallic shapes. You damaged my monitor moments before the real show
could commence, but I speak the truth when I say that I kept your daughter
conscious throughout the entire operation! And let me tell you, those angelic,
infant smiles and giggles of hers came to a halt pretty damn fast, haha! But the
changes are not just cosmetic... her appendages now function as if they were
genuine penises! Well, almost that is..."
"We made some alterations to Lacy's stomach as well. It's new, sole purpose is
to process semen, and send it to each of the four limbs. Any semen at all,
whether it be human or animal. I intentionally designed this experiment so that
this refinement procedure would be exceptionally painful for her each and every
time that it occurs. It is an entirely different story, however, for the lucky
women and girls who get to take Lacy's cocks into their hungry cunts and
assholes. When the post-processed cum floods into their waiting cavities, it
masterfully stimulates all of their erogenous zones, giving them an orgasm far
more powerful than any they could possibly achieve through normal means."
*
Drool literally poured from Felissa's mouth as she both watched and listened to
what was transpiring on the monitor. Penny was screaming and hyperventilating
horribly, her face red as a beet, with snot running down the gag covering her
mouth. The contrast of seeing her friend like this, to call it "enormous" would
be an understatement.
'I can't still believe it! To think, none of this would be happening to her
right now... and it's all because of me!' Felissa moaned loudly, as she rammed a
giant dildo in and out of her ass in a most crude fashion, with Nachgeburt's
mouth buried in her crotch.
*
"Of course," Mila continued, "for Lacy to transform the semen, it must first be
supplied, and I have went ahead and modified her little throat, pussy and anus
to significantly enhance the pleasure of the cocks of all the wonderful men who
will be stopping by to rape her. Lastly, I've added a little backup precaution.
As it stands currently, I've ensured that your child's stomach will be capable
of holding up to a gallon thick, hot man cum at a time. Should the contents of
her stomach become completely empty, however, the cocks will start drawing from
all of the vital fluids within her entire body, in order to be ejaculated. That
may sound harsh, but when I look at that little miracle that you and your
husband have lovingly conceived - that priceless gift from God - nothing would
break my heart more, than the thought of her denying an anonymous, horny woman
the explosive sexual reward that she so deserves!"
Mila then bent over and whispered into Penny's ear. "Women, who won't give two
shits about the safety and comfort of your baby; who only care about satisfying
their deviant carnal desires!"
"Speaking of which, Doctor, I bet they're getting pretty anxious," remarked
Andreana, with her hand thrust between her thighs.
"I agree. By all means, let's get started!"
Andreana promptly left the room, and then, just a few moments later, appeared
behind the glass, carrying a clear, cylindrical container, a little bigger than
a large coffee can, which was filled with a murky white substance. She set the
container on the table next to the crying, neglected Lacy, and attached a long
tube to the top, the other end of which, she proceeded to feed into the baby's
mouth.
"We're running a bit short on time today, so I'm afraid we had to forgo inviting
any males to help 'prepare' your daughter. We instead have some spare tanks on
hand, filled up with the sperm of stray dogs and homeless men who happened to be
hanging around the facility over the past several weeks!"
Penny shrieked and struggled to break free from the harness as she watched the
contents of the container being pumped out and forced down her only child's
throat. Once it had been emptied entirely, the assistant placed the semen tank
on the ground and walked over to a door different than the one she had used to
enter the room.
"Watch carefully, Mrs. Paxton, you're about to see quite a show!" Mila said, as
the two gazed through the glass at Andreana, who was now unlocking the door.
Two fully naked women entered the room. Though strangers to each other just an
hour ago, the two had hit it off quickly while waiting, and were laughing and
carrying on, before stopping to focus on their prize.
"Well hey there, cutie," the taller woman with blonde, shoulder length hair
greeted. "Do I know a little one-year-old who's gonna get fucked today?"
"It's about the only thing she's good for now, right?" chimed in the shorter
brunette, as she playfully ribbed the former women. "Man, I cannot wait to do
this!"
Andreana politely helped the two women climb onto the strong, wide - but not too
tall - table at which point they waited no time in taking one of the throbbing
red cock-limbs into their vaginas.
"Look carefully, Mrs. Paxton," Mila instructed. "We genetically engineered your
daughter's dicks to intuitively conform to the size of whichever pussy they
enter into. If the whore-hole is too small, the penis will tightly constrict. If
it's bigger, the shaft will become clotted and inflamed until it swells to
perfection. And, as we were diligently committed to filling the tissue between
the urethra and the outer skin almost entirely with nerve endings, I imagine
that it's going to be giving your little girl some pretty severe "owies" no
matter which way it goes!"
And right she was. The small baby howled in agony as the appendages trapped
within the hot, moist cunts shrank and expanded to find just the right fit. Not
that either of the two women minded, as they were already in a state of orgasmic
bliss.
"Oh God... OH GOD, YES, FUCK! This feels amazing!!" the blonde woman cried out.
"You ain't kidding!" concurred the brunette. "I bet there's some single mothers
out there who are too busy to mess around with a guy, but still want that cock!
This could really revolutionize their lives, ha ha!" she laughed, with a wink.
"Appalled" could not even begin to describe the way Penny was feeling as she
watched the two brutish female strangers thrust and force her child's arm and
leg in and out of their bodies, without an ounce of compassion. Her intense
maternal instinct to protect Lacy was granting her a strength far greater than
any her body had ever received, but as mightily as she struggled, it was not
enough to overcome the grip of the body harness, which had been crafted with
only the most durable of quality materials.
The frightened one-year-old's chest heaved and her head shook with maddening
pain as the first wave of processed semen made it's way from her stomach and up
towards her extremities. Though it only took five minutes for the first jets of
cum to burst forth, the two women were nowhere near done. In fact, the fresh and
exotic pleasures they were experiencing were so incredible that they would not
have been able to pull themselves away even if they'd tried. Andreana
masturbated indulgently along with them, though simultaneously kept a careful
eye on the size of Lacy's abdomen, in order to gauge how soon she would need to
be 'refilled'.
At long last, after nearly twenty minutes, the two newly-acquainted sisters in
sin were spent, though each had a smile on their faces which felt as if it would
never leave. However, not but five seconds later, three more naked women
entered, eager for their turn. Andreana had begun pumping more semen into the
baby a few minutes before, and had timed it just perfectly.
Felissa was now ramming her entire fist into little Nachgeburt's cunt with
blinding speed. The child's screams were intense, yet acted as a soothing
ambiance to her tormentor, who remained mesmerized from her voyeuristic
activity.
One after another, Penny was forced to view her (equally helpless) daughter
being raped by countless strangers. Though their ages and races differed, their
souls were reliably heartless and hedonistic. Men entered and exited the room
as if it had a revolving door; eagerly jamming their cocks into the baby's
mouth, vagina and anus to dump their seed. Each woman and teenage girl, on the
other hand, stuck around longer; desiring to savor every last moment of the
experience. The deplorable spectacle lasted for three whole days.
Until...
* * *
Penny awoke to find herself back inside of the room she'd begun in, and back
inside of the wheelchair, too. A good five minutes passed, and then Mila entered
the room once more.
"Well, Penny. Now that I have shown you everything that I wanted you to see, I
have no further need of your company."
'What does she mean?' Penny thought. 'Is she going to kill me? No... NO! I have
to get my baby out of here! I have to get her to safety!'
"Please don't take offense, as I truthfully enjoyed every moment of your visit.
You are completely free to return home. However, before we part ways, there is
one more gift that I insist on giving you."
With that, Mila quickly pulled out a syringe, stuck the needle in the back of
Penny's neck, and injected it's contents. She then walked behind the wheelchair
to remove herself from the woman's view, paused for a moment, and then said "I'm
curious, and it is not my intent to call your memory skills into question, but
do you think that you will be able to remember what I look like after you've
left here?"
The question wasn't meant to receive a verbal response, as Penny was still
gagged. But of course she did. She had taken many opportunities throughout the
ordeal to take a good, hard look at Mila. 'I do, damn you!' Penny answered in
her mind. 'Damn you, damn YOU! And I'm going to report you to the police the
second that I leave here! I could never forget you after what you did to my
baby! Not your little square lens glasses, or your red permed hair, or your...
your... no!... it wasn't red, it was bla... no, wait! Was it?... Why do I think
that it's blonde now?! No... this can't be happening. Why can't I remember, damn
it?!'
Mila confirmed what was happening by the look of confusion and distress in
Penny's eyes. She then chuckled heartily to herself and said "The chemical that
I injected you with is playing a fun little trick on your Fusiform Factor Area.
It was made with cells from both my assistant and myself, and will make sure
that you are permanently unable to recognize either of our facial features! Just
as an extra precaution, you know?"
Still keeping out of sight, Mila walked over to a nearby counter to retrieve a
bottle of chloroform. She then bent over to whisper into Penny's ear. "On the
other hand, don't worry about Lacy. She'll be seeing my face quite often, along
with a few other parts of my body!" With that last detail dropped, the doctor
then slipped the chloroformed rag in her hand over the woman's mouth.
* * *
"I can't repay you enough my friend," thanked Felissa. "All the years that I've
been coming to you, and you continue to not only amaze me, but have left me
completely floored!"
"It was my pleasure to do it," genuinely replied Mila. "I was glad to have
something to liven up my daily routine."
"You've done so much for me today, but if I could be so humble, there is one
last favor that I would deeply wish for you to grant."
After elaborating further, Felissa was relieved to hear that the doctor just
happened to have exactly the concoction that she was looking for.
"This has a shelf life of over twenty years, but you must keep it cold. Use it
whenever you wish, but be sure not to lose track of it," Mila said as she handed
the woman a drug, that was tightly sealed inside of a small container.
"Thank you, I will."
* * *
Epilogue
When Penny finally came to, she found herself alone inside of an abandoned
church. There was no sign of her baby, Mila, or anyone else from the facility.
She barreled out into the street calling for help, prompting several nearby
civilians to come to her aid. One of them granted her request to drive her to
her home.
"Honey! Where have you been? We've been worried sick!" said her husband, who had
been released from the hospital the day before. Penny told everyone what
happened to her. Her family, the authorities, her co-workers, everyone that she
could. But no one believed her. Chad did at first, but began questioning the
story more and more as the weeks and months passed. The fact that she could not
even describe the appearances of her abductors did not help matters. Everyone
assumed that Penny must have gone into the church looking for her baby, fainted,
and then had a series of horrible night terrors. Everyone, that is, except for
Felissa.
Felissa, having accomplished everything that she had set out to do (and more),
now wanted her friend back to normal - or at least as normal as the woman could
possibly return to being. And she knew that a crucial step would be for Penny to
have someone who believed her. Someone who was on her side. Felissa never once
acted as if her friend's story was a lie, or a dream, or a hallucination.
And she would defend her companion, both privately and publicly, every time that
someone made such an accusation.
Meanwhile, Lacy was used by countless women day in and day out, for over six
years. Throughout that time, she'd had several close calls where there had not
been enough semen in her stomach to accommodate her violators, putting an
enormous strain on her young body each time as her blood, perspiration and
other fluids were forced out instead. Of course, Felissa had no intention of
denying herself such a succulent treat, and had stopped by to rape the �gnew�h
Lacy on multiple occasions. She received a great thrill each time that she
stared into the child's eyes, knowing just how different her life could have
been had she not intervened. And it made her especially excited knowing that
Lacy had no clue that her loving and caring mother was still out there looking
for her; a mother who Felissa was free to see and interact with on a daily
basis.
During the "downtime" (i.e. moments when Lacy was not presently being abused),
Mila had arranged for several of her researchers to "tutor" the child. However,
rather than educate her on things that were critical to the healthy development
of a normal child, they were very careful to teach her only things that would
further increase her levels of fear, distress, and mental discomfort.
This was the only life that Lacy knew, until one fateful day when she was
visited by a famous, American porn star who donned the name "Insatiable" Sasha
Diamond. The feisty twenty-eight year old had quickly gained popularity through
her unbelievable accomplishment of having performed in over 1,500 adult films in
a three year period, with no ambitions of retiring in sight. In fact, she would
very often request a large pay cut - which would go directly towards the male
performers and other members of the production staff - as incentive to ensure
that the scenes would be completed consecutively, in order to satisfy the needs
of her libido. When Sasha caught wind of this genetically modified child, she
immediately made arrangements - secretly and away from the public eye, of course
- so that she could experience Lacy for herself.
The young porn queen was not disappointed; at least, not in the beginning. She
fucked the seven-year-old girl for nine straight hours in a myriad of positions,
ranging from flexibly taking a limb into her mouth, pussy, and ass, to shoving
all four penile abominations into an orifice at once. Man after man quickly came
in to empty their blue balls into the agonized preteen, but they simply couldn't
keep up. It ultimately proved to be an expensive visit for Mila, as the event
had required so much semen that once all of the male volunteers had been
exhausted and all of the homeless and stray animal tanks had been depleted, she
was left no choice but to break into her high quality emergency semen reserves,
which she kept on hand for the purpose of perfecting new experiments.
Lacy was in pure Hell up until the very moment when her tender child heart
violently burst inside of her chest and every last bit of moisture was sucked
out of her body, leaving her as a dried up husk. Sasha would have loved to have
continued fucking her for several hours more, but remained appreciative all the
same for what she had received, which amounted to a multiple-orgasm count that
reached well into the triple digit range. She thanked Mila, who was a bit sorry
to have lost a plaything which had serviced both her and her guests so reliably
for over half a decade, but it was no big loss, as she would be able to perform
the experiment on other helpless children, with much crueler and even more
painful results, due to the refinements that her research team had made to the
procedure.
As for Penny, the healing process required much time, and years of advanced
therapy. But eventually, the pain lessened and she gradually began returning to
how she once was. She gave up convincing herself that Lacy would ever be found,
though not a minute passed when she didn't think about her baby girl. But one
thing that she absolutely refused to give up on, was the attempt to conceive
another. It was the key factor in providing her with a will to live after that
deplorable ordeal. A key factor in allowing herself to hold on to her sanity.
She had done it once before, she could do it again. She had to do it again.
As the years went by and Penny changed for the better, Felissa underwent a
change herself. Whereas in the beginning, her friend's voicing of her suffering
provided her with more masturbation fodder than she knew what to do with,
Felissa was gradually surprised to discover that she was no longer turned on by
what she had done to her friend. The two remained close well into their sixties,
and even at that age, she could not help but be impressed at the unwavering
dedication to conceive that Penny had continued to show, despite the fact that
she had lost her final egg long ago.
As the sixty-one year old Felissa reclined in her cushy living room chair, she
began to reminisce of all the memories that the two had shared from the moment
that Penny had returned to her old self. Great memories. Wonderful memories.
The kind that one could only expect to be given by a best friend.
As Felissa's nostalgic daydreaming concluded, she got up from the chair, opened
up her kitchen freezer, and looked at the sealed container.
"It's already been so many years, and Penny's sixty-five now...�h the woman said
to herself. She then gave a deep sigh, followed by a light, resigned smile.
�gMaybe... it's finally time that I set things right..."
The drug that Mila had given Felissa was one that, when ingested, was able to
create a perfectly healthy, impeccably fertile egg inside of any woman;
Endometriosis or no Endometriosis. The following day, Felissa invited her
friend over to her home for brunch and, without letting her know, slipped the
drug into Penny's beverage.
* * *
Four weeks passed, and...
"Hello?" Felissa said as she answered her phone one sunny afternoon.
"I'M PREGNANT!! a voice screamed into the receiver.
"Wh-what?" responded Felissa, who was semi-genuinely taken aback.
"I'm pregnant, Felissa! I'M PREGNANT!"
Felissa's face lit up. "P-Penny!... I.. eh-heh... I mean, are you sure?!"
"Yes, I'm sure! I'm sure! The doctor said there's no doubt about it! Oh,
tha-hank you, God! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Penny yelled as she broke
down into tears of joy.
* * *
Eight months later, in the office of her maternity doctor...
"Well, Mrs. Paxton, I think I'm going to be seeing you this weekend!" the doctor
said with a smile.
Penny trembled with excitement. "And the baby? He's still healthy?!"
"Very! In my thirty years, I've never seen a fetus that's in such good shape."
The expectant mother breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but to stand up
and give the doctor a hug.
* * *
The following Friday, late evening...
At the Paxton home, Chad was off in dreamland, but Penny was much too anxious to
sleep. She sat on her living-room couch, gently stroking her belly.
"You're almost here, Kevin. You're almost here. And I promise that I'm never
going to let you out off my sight... Not for one second."
Penny was in a state of such bliss, that she hadn't detected the presence of the
intruder who had quietly invaded her home. A woman, dressed in a black,
skintight full-body jumpsuit, which also covered the entirety of her head. The
crotch was the only part of the outfit that was exposed, via a hole that
allowed her moist labia to dangle freely and comfortably.
The shadowy home invader stealthily moved behind Penny, slipped her hand over
the woman's mouth, and then injected a paralyzing agent into her neck with a
syringe. Startled, Penny tried to scream, but the drug worked fast, and within
seconds, every muscle in her body had gone numb.
'What's going on?! What is this?! No! NO! This can't be happening again! Please
God, please don't let this happen to me again!' she pleaded inside of her mind.
The female intruder moved quickly; slipping a gag over Penny's mouth, and
handcuffing her hands behind her back. Lastly, she shackled the expectant
mother's ankles with a chain roughly one foot in length; enough to keep her from
kicking in defense, but still room for her thighs to remain open.
With the preparations complete, the intruder waited a few moments for the
paralyzing drug to wear off. She really wanted Penny to put up a struggle,
futile though it would be. The mystery woman then climbed on top of her captor,
securely gripping onto her shoulders with her hands, and positioning their two
pussies near-inches apart.
'God, what is she doing?! Help me, please!! Chad! Please wake up, Chad!' the
terrified mother continued to mentally scream.
A rush of power rocked through Felissa's body. Savoring the look of fear in
Penny's eyes. Knowing that she was praying so very hard for a miracle. Clinging
to the smallest glimmer of hope that there was still time for "the attacker" -
whatever it was she had planned - to have a change of heart; to back down.
Nothing could have created a grander, more welcoming atmosphere for Felissa to
commence than that.
A monstrous pink tentacle launched out of Felissa's perineum and into Penny's
cunt. A tentacle that had grown thick and strong after decades of feasting on
the unborn. It moved through the birth canal so quickly, that it was as if
Penny's womb had it's own gravitational pull.
Just as Felissa had anticipated, her best friend was now thrashing, writhing and
using every last bit of strength to fight back, vainly. At it's destination, the
bloodthirsty worm sunk it's razor sharp teeth into the full term baby's leg.
'NOOOOOOOOOO!! HELP ME! PLEASE, HELP ME! GOD, NOOOOO!'
Immensely aroused, Felissa lewdly and lustfully gyrated her hips as she felt the
chewed up skin, bones and organs being sucked up through her murderous
prehensile appendage; stimulating the countless clitorises lined within. When
Penny's womb had been entirely evacuated, she withdrew her perennial worm, and
then forcefully flipped the woman over onto her stomach.
'Don't worry, my friend! I wouldn't dream of keeping you away from your child a
second time!' Felissa thought, flashing a naughty grin beneath her black nylon
mask. She then plunged the tentacle into Penny's anus and caused it to
regurgitate the bulk of the remains. An unbearable physical pain, rivaling the
emotional pain that she was feeling, consumed her bowels as the entirety of her
now very-much dead child was pushed inside of her. Felissa orgasmed thunderously
and without shame. She was quickly treated to another, as she withdrew her worm
for the second time and saw nearly half of the crimson red guts spill out of
Penny's shitter and onto the floor. With her business finished, she then
disappeared into the dark of night, leaving her hysterical best friend's hubby a
"fun" surprise to find upon awakening in the morning.
Once safely behind her own front door, Felissa took off her mask and basked in
the thrill of what she had just accomplished. But only for a moment. The night
was still young, after all, and she couldn't wait to head out to the clubs to
find some new strangers to fuck. Even at her age, putting the needs of her pussy
first was still the most rewarding decision she had made all throughout her
adult life. And it was especially happy this night, as it now had fresh
masturbation fodder that would surely be enough to last her for another twenty
years.
The End
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