DEADLY DOCTOR MILA

Feature Writer: Polaris /
Feature Title: Deadly Doctor Mila /
Story Codes: Snuff, Violence, Amputation, Abortion /
Contact: polaris_81@hotmail.com /
Copyright: 2013 Polaris
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Synopsis: An abortion doctor conducts horrific human experiments on her patients /

 

Deadly Doctor Mila

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…”

xxxxx

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 ass-hair 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 butt hole 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 alpha zit had not completely drained, she duck-walked 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, among 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.

xxxxx

“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.

xxxxx

The intercom system buzzed.

“Raven? Would you please lock every door in Sector F, except for rooms F6, F7, and F13?”

“Right away, Doctor.”

xxxxx

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…”

xxxxx

“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._

I’d appreciate that very much,_ Felissa replied, with an eager smile.

The doctor then exited the room.

xxxxx

‘What do I do now?!’ Penny thought. The path to get down into the room that Lacy was in was unknown 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 ass cheek, 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.”

xxxxx

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.

xxxxx

“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…

xxxxxx

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.

xxxxx

“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.”

xxxxx

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 渡ew_ 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…_ the woman said to herself. She then gave a deep sigh, followed by a light, resigned smile. 溺aybe… 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.

xxxxx

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.

xxxxx

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.

xxxxx

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