-by preggovictim@tumblr-

 

 

I’m laying on my back on a floor, in labor, desperate to start pushing but my knees are zip tied together. My huge belly is practically heaving with constant contractions and all I can do it keep rubbing it while I give strained groans. I want to push so bad. I feel the head. If I could just spread my legs I could give birth, it could come out and the pain would end.

But I can’t. If I even try to get free of the zip tie, this pain will seem like a paper cut compared to what they’ll do to me.

I look up to one of the four men who have been sitting in the circle of comfortable chairs around me, watching me writhe.

“I don’t think I can take it anymore,” I beg them with tears streaming down my face. “Please!”

One of them leaves his chair, shushing me quietly, getting on his knees beside me. He starts to rub my belly, but he stops just to feel the tightness that comes with the next contraction. I can see it on his face that he’s enjoying it so much he’s already getting hard again.  

They all are.

“You know why we have to wait,” he says, quite gently. “Tell me why.”

I gather my breath. “You all have to be here to watch me have the baby and he’s not here yet.”

He nods. “Very good,” he says. He knows that those little moments of praise are a big reward for me. He knows because he’s my master. At least for now.

My master is part of this small fraternity of rich, high powered men who get together at least twice a month to share a girl between the five of them. They smoke cigars, drink scotch, talk about things and fuck them.

Each of them have one, each of them is a master. The other girls, however, don’t last long. They can’t take it and they leave.

I’ve lasted over a year. I make my master proud each time he brings me to this circle so I can show his friends how well I’m trained, how eager to please I am, how talented I am at giving them pleasure.

I love nothing more than when my master takes me home again, runs a hot bath for me and washes away the sweat and seed and sticky wetness that I can’t help. He tells me how the others are envious of me, that he liked watching how deep I could take them, how long I could handle it. He reaches his hand down in the warm soapy water and finds my clit.

I’m not allowed orgasm in the circle though sometimes it happens accidentally when one of them is working me just right. I beg forgiveness as I’m cumming. But if I’ve been good and there are no mishaps, he gives me an orgasm that never fails to make me see stars.

I’ve come to like the other men in the circle. There’s a trust there, with my master and them. He can trust that they won’t damage me, though some bruises and welts are fine. He can trust they’ll respect that he’s sharing, that he lets them have a little ownership of me, too.

After I’d lasted for five months, they decided I was worth an investment. They decided it was time to make me pregnant. But since I was basically communal property, they also decided that they’d all have a go at it. No one would know who’d put a baby in me until after it was born. And whoever did get me pregnant got to have me for the next year, or until I got pregnant again.

It didn’t take long to knock me up. They gathered every day of my fertile week for three months, and then it happened. Each of them fucked me as much as they could. They’d wish each other good luck and smoke cigars while giving pointers.

“Pull her hips up, change the angle so the seed flows down,” my master said once to one of the others while he drank scotch. He was smiling. “Just be careful. You know how easy she cums when you do her from behind.”

I came a lot while they were impregnating me, but they forgave me on the grounds that it aided conception.

I think they wanted me even more intensely when I got pregnant. The more visible my belly became, the harder they held onto me. They loved rubbing my belly, grabbing my swollen tits, each of them told me he was absolutely sure he was the father. They’d tell me how it would be when they took me and the baby home.

I would sit backwards on their laps or get on all fours to make it easy for them to feel my growing tummy and to feel when the baby started kicking.

My master really loved it. When he’d take me home, he’d spend a while soaping my belly up and making circles.

They all agreed that they had a right to be there to see me give birth. Unassisted, natural birth, of course. And no matter what, the baby was not to be born until all five were there, because one of them was about to be a father and we didn’t know who. They had a test done when I went for a check up once, but the results were in an sealed envelope not to be opened until after I gave birth.

Which I desperately wanted to do.

I went into labor in the afternoon and my master took me to their meeting place.

As kind of a celebration, they’d decided that each of them would get to roleplay a little fantasy with me. We didn’t do that usually because we didn’t have to. My master seemed to like when I glanced to him for approval while getting fucked, or how I’d look up at one of them while they fucked my face, hoping I was doing it right.

One of them had me wear a dress and high heels straight out of the 1950′s and go around doing chores that got interrupted by contractions. He watched me groaning and panting and trying to push a vacuum across the floor, then he called me over to have me blow him because he’d gotten so hard he could barely stand it.

Another one of them wanted me as a schoolgirl. He brought props, too. I dressed in a uniform and sat in a desk far too small for me. I walked up to a chalkboard, faced with a math problem I couldn’t even decipher because I was in such pain. And when I couldn’t even pick up the chalk, he had me bend over on a desk while he smacked my ass with a ruler, berating me for being a slut and ruining my life by getting knocked up. Then he pulled my panties down and lubed me up and slid his thick cock into my ass to teach me a lesson I’d never forget.

I held onto my contracting stomach while he fucked me like that and nearly screamed.

Then there was the lady boss scenario. I dressed in clothes you’d wear in some big corporate office and tried my hardest to give a presentation on some kind of financial thing while they humiliated me, saying I should be able to take the pain like a man, that I was proving women weren’t fit for this and I should just go be a mommy because that’s all I was good at and they weren’t gonna put up with me being a royal bitch to them anymore. There was even a big table. I got put on my back, had my skirt hiked up and was fucked with such force that had my belly bouncing, being commanded to say I was sorry, I was going to resign, I was a bitch getting what she deserved.

The last one was simple but also perhaps the most intense. He was a cop, and I was in an interrogation room being told to confess to how much of a slut I was, to all the things I’d done to get pregnant and since I’d been pregnant and how much I enjoyed it. My contractions had gotten hard and frequent by then. When he yelled, when he grabbed my breasts from behind and rolled my nipples between his fingers, I started to get scared. I could feel it happening. He made me stand up and put my hands on the table so he could frisk me, but I started crying.

He stopped and asked me, “Why are you crying? Something wrong?”

My lips quivering, I said, “I think I wanna push. I think it’s happening. I’m scared aghhHHHHhhh - oh no oh no ohhhhhh!” And then my water broke, splashing on the floor between my feet. I was horrified. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

He told me it was okay and he put his big, warm hand on the side of my belly. He looked to my master.

“He’s still not here,” he said.

So my master got the zip tie. “You know what has to happen?” he asked me as I laid on the floor. I nodded. He put my legs together and tightened the zip tie around them. He kissed my knee, patted my thigh and went back to his chair.

Now I’m on the floor, praying the last one gets there soon.

When he finally gets there, I’m sweating and exhausted. He apologizes and says his private plane got delayed. My master cuts the zip tie off and I immediately spread my legs wide and get on all fours. I lean back and bear down. The baby moves so fast in just one desperate push.

“She’s gonna crown soon,” one of them says. “I can see it bulging. It’s big.”

I barely keep from screaming as I push again, pressing on my own belly. I need this baby to be out of me, I need to be done giving birth. It hurts so much.

“Slow down, you’ll tear,” my master warns me. “I can see the head.”

I sob and I obey. I wait through contraction after contraction. I listen to a couple of them jacking off one last time. I stop myself until I think I can do it. The head moves out then slides a little bit back in. I change position from all fours to just on my knees. And I let out a loud, grinding moan then pant out “oh no, oh no, oh no, its coming out now oh no no oh god” and the head slides out of me so fast.

“Rest then push out the shoulders,” one tells me.

But I can’t do that. I just can’t. I push with everything I have and finally it slides out of me and immediately starts crying.

I get a round of applause while I take one of the towels nearby and start cleaning off the baby.

My master is holding the sealed envelope. I’m scared. He opens it and reads out the name. It’s not his, it’s the name of the one who wanted me to confess to being a slut. There’s more applause.

My old master comes to me, tells me to be good for my new master. Then he whispers in my ear, “Don’t worry, the next one will be mine.”

It won’t take long for me to enjoy my new master. He’s different, but he’s good to me as well. He praises me when I get it right, and his discipline makes me wet when I get it wrong.

They’ll bring another girl into the circle and she’ll last the way I did. They’ll get her pregnant, and when I’m fertile again, they’ll knock me up as well. I’m not jealous at all, actually. I give her advice, tell her what worked for me.

We’ll be there in the circle. I have a cute little five month bump, and she’s eight months along. She’ll need comforting and she’ll be so sensitive and horny. I’ll help her out with that while they watch. There won’t be a sound in the room besides her moans and the noises they make when they stroke their cocks. I’ll silently suck her tits and finger her pussy. This is one of their new favorite things.

And we’ll look to our masters, and the ones who might be our masters when the time comes. Mine old one will give me a nod of approval and I’ll just know that I’m carrying his child. Maybe she and I both are.

Or maybe another man will take me and a new baby home. Maybe my next master will have a thing for me vacuuming in high heels. I don’t know, but I do know that when he gestures for me to come to him and climb onto his lap, as he fills me, I know I could be just fine with him, too. He even lets me off easy when I accidentally have an orgasm right there on his cock.