So, What Do You Need? What Do You Like? How Are You Doing?

I’d love to rub her clit and nibble on her outie as I hold that tight crown in place for her as long as I can. I’d dip a finger in behind the head, too, and massage her perineum, starting slow, but picking up speed as my finger gains lubrication. My other hand would continue rubbing her clit with my thumb while the side of my hand rubs the crease between her belly and crotch and presses against the red-hot skin above her vulva.

As a dommy with massive tits. I will be this for you.

Imagine you’re crowning and you just keep crying and whining, saying things like “I can’t do this”, “It’s not coming out”, “It’s too big”, “I’m gonna die” and then, to shut you up, a hot dommy mommy presses your face into her tits so you’re forced to stop complaining and just start pushing.

Obsessed with this rn.

Rescued

(Content Warning: Enslavement, Sexual Assault, Unwilling pregnancy and birth, Vaginal Tearing, Traumatic Births)

One perfectly placed swipe laid three of her foes low, but the fourth knocked the blade from her hand.

As her weapon flashed in the air before disappearing into the chaos of battle, Lia let her gaze fall across the warzone. The small village she once called home. Buildings burned, her people screamed. Reinforcements were on their way, the elvish warrior was certain, but not fast enough. No, not nearly fast enough. They would come, see the carnage, retaliate against the orkish camp, rescue a handful of prisoners, and declare it a victory for their people against the forces of darkness.

Lia knew better. The orks would leave the disposable town folk in the camp, to be raided and reclaimed. But it would be a pyrrhic victory for her brethren, as the most valuable captives, strong of body or mind, or simply especially attractive, would be moved out the very day they were captured. Caged and transported to the beast’s main camp, where they would be sold as slaves.

A strong blow came from behind, driving the elvish girl to her knees. Tears burned behind her eyes, half in pain and half from imagining her fate. She was only 30, barely more than an adolescent in the life of an elf. This couldn’t be happening, it wasn’t possible. She’d come from a powerful family, had been training to join the scouts, everyone told her a long and prestigious career was before her. It couldn’t end here, in some random ork raid, overwhelmed through sheer force of numbers.

Raising her gaze, Lia snarled at the proud-looking beast towering over her, and prepared to lunge at him, hoping to take down just one more opponent, maybe create an opening to regain her footing, snatch a weapon-

Another powerful blow, this one making the entire village spin around her. The graceful fighter crumpled to the ground, darkness consuming everything.

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An unknown amount of time passed. The fine armor that was a gift from her mother upon being accepted into the scouts was gone, replaced with a rag that barely covered her dignity. The clops of hooves and constant jostling, in addition to the other passengers told her she could only be trapped in the back of an orkish slave wagon.

Lia had been chosen to be one of the high value captives. It dawned on her that she would likely never see another friendly face for the rest of her life. Curling into herself, the devastated girl prayed that death would claim her quickly, before the monsters could make her beg for it.

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Standing at auction was deeply humiliating. Being shown off like a common beast of burden, or some form of trinket or object. The actuneer gestured at Lia’s somewhat generous chest and lithe figure, tugging at her autumn leaf red hair. The rapid grunting, squealing, snarling sounds utterly unintelligible to the young elf, but clearly exciting to his kin, as beastial sounds of excitement met every proclimation, green-skinned hands flying into the air one after another as the former warrior looked on in despair, wondering which of these monsters would win her.

A louder bark came from the crowd. An ork carrying a staff adorned with various skulls stood near the back. As he walked forward, the others made way for him, an aura of command, and even possibly reverence, if these bloodthirsty creatures were capable of honoring anything or anyone, seemed to emanate from him. Everything had gone quiet, and a quiet grunt came from the monster. Without a word, what seemed to be a command was immediately followed, much to Lia’s displeasure, as the thin rags were roughly torn from her body, leaving her shivering and completely exposed from head to toe.

Hungry gazes devoured her involuntary nudity, taking in every secret curve and delicate part completely unhindered. The captive’s cheeks burned with humiliation and shame, as the staff-bearing ork took in every inch of the slave girl’s feminine form, searching for something beyond the elf’s understanding.

Apparently he found it. With a fanged grin and a nod, a loud, dominant bark rang out, and a large bag of some form of currency was tossed onto the stage. The auctioneer’s eyes went wide, and her scooped up the money quickly, gesturing for the winner to come claim his prize.

A large hand gripped the elf girl and hoisted her roughly onto his shoulder. Lia did nothing, letting herself be carried. Even if she somehow squirmed free, she’d be re-captured in seconds, and likely face horrible punishment for her disobedience. Regardless, shame and self-loathing filled the poor girl’s mind as she let herself be taken to her master’s house without a fight.

It bothered her, how easy it was to give in. Lia prayed to whatever gods may still be watching her plight that it not become a habit.

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It was on the very outskirts of the main camp, in a surprisingly large structure, abnormally permanent for what is normally a nomadic race. True, it was in the name of making war as far and as often as possible, but still. It almost seemed as though, if there was a permanent ork capital city of sorts, this could be the closest thing to it.

Lia spent the next few weeks drifting through her days. Surprisingly, she was not put through any torture or hard physical labor, or anything even more horrid, gods forbid. Instead, she was placed in a cage in what seemed to be the stables, wolves growling at her whenever she moved too much, where she was fed and watered, until her owner came to retrieve her.

What happened there was the most surprising. He had a long, straight-edged stick, notched at regular intervals. At first the former scout thought it was some form of weapon, but was surprised to find it being held against her limbs or placed alongside her chest, where the hideous ork would look intently at the notches, turn around and scribble something on what looked to be parchment, and then repeated the process elsewhere. Almost as though taking measurements. But surely none of these monsters would be intelligent and thoughtful enough to do such things, let alone have enough mastery of writing as to be able to take notes?

Finally, after weeks of study and notes and that awful cage, the ork took her somewhere different. <Is this where the torture begins?> Lia asked herself, dreading what would wait her as they began to travel down a stairwell, the lithe elf’s legs and wrists bound with heavy chains as she was pulled along behind her owner.

The prisoner’s eyes adjusted to the light, and what met her gaze was… confusing. It was like the attempt of someone to make their guests comfortable who had never been comfortable a single time in their life. There was a fireplace along one wall, the room was cozy, there were animal skins draped across the floor. There were two surprisingly padded chairs for ork sensibilities, but Lia knew she wouldn’t be the one sitting in them, not for long, at least. No, her eyes were drawn to the two massive steel cages along the back wall of the room, one empty with an open door, and the other already holding what appeared to be a human woman, curled in on herself in the far corner.

At hearing their footsteps, the prisoner curled into herself tighter, but reacted no more than that. The elf’s owner prodded her into the center of the room, then settled in one of the seats, his gaze roaming her appreciatively, as it had so often before.

Then, to the former ranger’s shock, the green-skinned beast opened its fanged mouth and… began to speak elvish. Somewhat broken and halting, but perfectly understandable.

“You, very pretty elf girl. Very brave and strong. Me save from arena or mines. Life will be much easier here. You are welcome.” A grin that could only be described as “smug” slid across Lia’s owner’s face, amused by the expression of shock on her face. The desire or ability to learn other languages should be entirely foreign to this monster, let alone the concept of gratitude. Yet here he was, demanding thanks for purchasing her.

Swallowing her pride in the name of keeping this thing that had so much power over her calm, she managed a hushed “Thank you.”

A nod and a pleased grunt followed. “This place, new home. You safe here, nobody else come in unless me say. Even have friend. You both very important to me. You strong fighters, brave women. Like Orks!”

Delight filled the surprising creature’s gaze as he continued; “Me have to tell truth. Orks strong, but… not most strong, me think. Orks could be very, very strong, but we must do something new. Me think maybe, if ork could learn from other races… grow from others, gain their strength. Maybe then we be most best. Think you very good for making us better.”

Lia was confused. Did this monster want her to teach him or people’s secrets? Show them magic or warfare or tactics? She would die before exposing that information. To even consider the idea showed how foolish this…

Something drew the young elf’s attention. As her owner’s gaze once more roamed her nude form, his loincloth had begun to tent outwards. The disgusting beast was becoming aroused, how crude. Lia opened her mouth to snarl a bitter reply to the Ork, only to gasp as he yanked on the rug she was standing on with his foot, knocking her feet from under her.

Lia tried to rise, but her owner was faster than he looked, and before she knew it she was pinned on the ground, his green-skinned body holding her legs wide open, and the bulge hiding his member concerningly close to her virgin opening. “Me do you big help.” the muscular ork grinned. “Now you help me.”

Lia tried to break her captor’s grip as he drew closer to her delicate lips. “You be test, see if ork and elf make good, strong child. You help me grow orks, help me make them fast, like elf, inside your belly.”

Finally, it clicked. He didn’t want information. He wanted to use her to breed. He wanted a bunch of elf and ork half-breeds, hoping they would have all the strengths and none of the weaknesses. This… this BEAST wanted to violate her, fill her womb with his seed, and create life. To make her into a mother.

“N-no, no you can’t I don’t… I’m not ready, I’m too young for this, please, no, NOOO!” All the denials, all the screaming meant nothing. The loincloth was pulled aside, the thick, twitching manhood exposed, before being driven to the hilt into the elf girl’s nether regions in one brutal thrust.

Lia cried out in a mix of pain and despair. This wasn’t how she wanted to lose her virginity. She didn’t want to be pregnant, didn’t want to become a mother, but try as she might, escape was quite impossible. She was helpless to do anything but let it happen.

Then, before she knew it, it was over. A thick, sticky heat splattered against the entrance to the elf girl’s womb, and her rapist withdrew with a deep sigh of satisfaction. “Good. Me think you body ready to grow baby. Me plant seed, now we wait to see if it take root.” He rose, and lifted the sobbing former warrior from the ground, carrying her to the open cage. “You stay in here, be safe, focus on become mother. You make good mate, give many young. Rest for now, will return.”

The door to the cage swung shut with a loud clang, but the traumatized victim barely reacted. Her thoughts swam, one hand unconsciously cradling her flat belly, wondering if what her owner said was true, if she really was fertile, if there was any chance that a child could… that he had just…

It made far more sense now, why the human woman lay curled in a ball. They weren't going to be hurt, wouldn’t be worked to death or made to fight and kill to survive. Instead they would be used for this monster’s pleasure, over and over, until they concieved, made to gestate their rapist’s child against their will.

The worst part, as Lia sobbed herself to sleep that night, was that she honestly had no idea if it was possible or not. For all she knew, she was already pregnant.

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It was silent for the next few days. Lia moved only when food arrived, eating without even tasting the surprisingly good sustenance. She couldn’t escape unless she was healthy, and even in her traumatized state she was gathering information and taking in details.

Then, at last, her roommate spoke. “It’s pointless.” The elf turned, seeing the human leaning against the back wall, looking directly at her. “I tried. Trust me. He seems stupid, but he’s not. And he’s very strong. He can and will defeat you. Especially since you’re pregnant, so you’re not fighting at your best.”

Lia opened her mouth to argue, but the human raised a hand, cutting her off. “No. It’s better to accept it now. He… He knows what he’s talking about.” the woman shifted position, and her swollen midriff became clearly visible. She was with child. “I denied it for months, but… I mean, I hadn’t had sex before I was captured. No way its not his. And it only took one try. If he chose to have sex with you, it’s because he knew it would take. His half-breed bastard is growing inside you right now, and there’s nothing we can do about it. I wish there was.”

She introduced herself properly. Star was her name, and she had been a princess to a small kingdom. Tragically, the ork horde had overwhelmed their defences, and she’d been captured, enslaved, and… well. Impregnated. It had been almost 5 months, and already the former royalty had a pronounced swell to her otherwise still slim frame.

While hesitant to talk too much at first, it wasn’t long before the two became friends. Telling each other stories of their homelands and adventures to pass time, confessing their fears and anxieties. Star awkwardly confessed that she was terrified of giving birth. Her own mother, the queen, and her mother before her, had both passed away delivering children, and such stories were not exactly rare. That was in the BEST of circumstances as well, not locked in a cage, slaves to some crazed ork lord.

Listening to how painful and dangerous childbirth could be, Lia began to worry about her own ability to deliver, being smaller and thinner than the beautiful human woman. And the slave girl was, indeed, going to give birth. The days crawled by, but as she neared the end of the third month of captivity, a small, warm, unyielding bump had appeared just above the young elf’s pubic area.

At first she denied it, tried to tell herself that it was just due to the lack of physical activity, but at time passed the bump grew, until it was impossible to ignore. The ork’s offspring was growing within her belly, and nothing she did could change that.

Seeing the effects the pregnancy had on her friend made it all worse. Star’s midsection swelled by the day, and the former princess often talked of how much pressure there was, her skin stretched and sore with little to distract her from the powerful movements of her unwanted offspring. The both would watch as the half breed kicked, the skin bulging and the powerful human wincing or biting her lip awkwardly at the sensation.

“I despise the little monster…” she confessed one day, as the pair noted that her navel had been pushed outwards, an extra little nub on top of an already pronounced swell. “Changing my body, making it harder to move. My emotions keep getting all crazy and everything aches. He forced me to do this, I never had a say. Never given the choice of wanting to be a mother or not. But I’m the one who has to live with it, I’m the one who has to deal with an abomination kicking its way to life inside me.

“I’d get rid of it in a second if I could.” Star continued. “Snap its neck with my bare hands if I had to. There creatures have stolen so much from me, my body, my kingdom, my virginity… How could I possibly feel anything but hate toward it?”

As her own pregnancy progressed, Lia had to ask herself many of those same questions. It was… strange, feeling something move inside, within her but not of her. Watching her body change, shift in shape and outline. Knowing that a babe was developing, becoming stronger and more fully formed by the day, nay, rather with every passing moment.

Yet… it was still just a child. The former ranger may despise the one who placed it within her body, yes. My be terrified of the inevitable, the moment where she went into labor. But… she could no more blame the product of the deed any more than she could blame her own body for doing what it was created by nature to do. And part of the young elf wondered at the beauty of this experience, watching her chest grow and nipples darken as she began to produce milk, the round, firm mark of her fertility that would be revered if not worshiped were she in her home village.

Perhaps it was partly the difference of views on pregnancy in their cultures. Elves rarely bred, and so creating life was considered sacred, and almost never happened by accident. The entire community would pull together to protect and help raise a child, as often a single new life a year was considered an explosion of fertility.

Humans, or at least so Star claimed, would often shun or ostracise women who conceived children, accidental pregnancies happening almost more often than intended ones. Humans seemed to almost regard fertility as a mark of shame, as if nothing more than the result, or even even the natural punishment for giving in to some crude urge or animal instinct, which seemed… unfair to the elf girl. She’d always been taught that to create life was what made females special, different from males, and that it was a beautiful and unique gift.

There was no denying that dealing with a pregnancy she wasn’t a consenting party to strained that beauty though, especially since the child she was carrying would certainly get her cast out from her village. A half-ork offspring would be viewed as nothing less than an unholy abomination. And even that’s ignoring how difficult the delivery of such a massive child could prove to be, especially with her body still developing…

Difficulty that soon became apparent the morning Lia woke to the sound of Star moaning in pain, holding her massive swell as it visibly shrank under her hands. Before the concerned elf could even ask what was happening, the full-term human woman whimpered “Gods… I th-think it’s time.. So much pressure, the head pushing down, I can’t stand it, I’m gonna… gonna… OH!”

There was a quiet pop, and the elf slave covered her mouth with her hands, scooting backwards away from the musky-smelling fluid pouring from between her friend’s swollen, fertile slit. After mere seconds, the entire room reeked of sex. Not just that, but something… more. Something even more primal and natural than that, something frightening yet empowering at the same time.

As painful contractions gripped the poor mother-to-be harder and more often as time passed, their owner entered the room,breathing deep and immediately becoming aroused by the smell. “Yes, this scent… You will birth. You were princess, makes my offspring heir to your throne. Push princess. Birth my little half-ork prince.”

With that, he sat in one of the chairs and watched, eagerly, slowly fondling himself as Star began to whimper in humiliation and pain. “It hurts, Lia it hurts I can f-feel it, it’s opening me deep inside, it wants to come out!!!” Tears ran down the frightened victim’s face as her owner laughed. “Yes, it does. Big, strong baby, ready to live. Give in. Push, birth for me pretty human!”

Star shook her head, tried to resist. One contraction came and went as she trembled at the pressure and sensation of labor. Then another, making her arch her back at the pain. “It hurts, it hurts but I don’t want this baby to come out, I hate it, I hate you so MUUCH BAAABYYY OH GODS HELP MEEE!!!” the third contraction was too much, too overwhelming to be denied or ignored even a moment longer.

The royal slave girl at last bore down, her face turning red. “Pushing I’m PUSHING I can feel the baby, it’s- haaa, haaaa oh gods, oh GODS IT’S OPENING MEEE! The head is opening me deep inside please make it stop, make it stop I don’t want TO BE A MOMMYYY!!!” The squeezing, cramping pains came and went, and the progress of the head was visible as the space between the agonized mother-to-be’s life-filled swell and her feminine opening began to bulge.

But that was nothing compared to the shifting of the outline of the laboring woman’s dripping, twitching sex. As the head descended, Star’s womanhood began to push out, straining to contain the soon-to-be-born half-ork. “There’s so much pressure, I don’t want to birth I don’t want this monster to come out! Please, I c-can’t, I… I… Nggghhh… I need to push, I HAVE TO PUSH I DON’T WANT TO PUSH PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME GIVE BIIIRTH!!! It’s gonna CROWN IT’S OPENING ME IT BUURNS!!!”

Their owner moaned as he braced himself against his chair, his shaft throbbing and twitching in his hand as he watched his royal slave deliver his rape baby. “Good, good little one, hurt your mother, make her struggle, make her bleed, break her skin and ruin her body, show how strong you are, even as a baby…”

The words of her captor only distressed Star even more, as the massive head continued to inch forward, the poor former princess curling her toes and arching her back as she cried out in agony. “The head is so big, it’s too big, it’s TOO MUCH I CAN’T DO THIS! I c-can’t, it’s… t-too big, I’m gonna… I’m scared, please, Lia help, I… I’m gonna… I’M GONNA GIVE BIIIRRRTHHH!!!”

The elf girl only backed further against the wall, cradling her fertile swell without thinking as she watched green skin become visible between her friend’s legs. Her slit bulged into a teardrop shape, and then grew into a full, round opening, straining to fit around the head. The base of Star’s sex was beginning to redden, and then turned pale as she continued to scream and push with all her might.

Then, with a wild-eyed shreik, the skin split, and blood began to run from the fresh tear. It made enough room for mere seconds, before the massive head continued to rip the jagged wound wider and wider. Seeing the blood, the ork let out a gasp, and then tensed, trembling, as his seed erupted from the tip of his manhood. “Yes! Rip her, bathe in her blood like the warrior you are, tear her pathetic human cunt apart as you are born!”

“I’m tearing, LIA I’M TEARING MAKE IT STOP, IT HURTS, IT’S HURTING ME BUT I STILL HAVE TO PUUUSSSHHH!!!” and push the wounded mother-to-be did, the wound growing in front of the terrified elf’s eyes, nearing the puckered opening of the poor woman’s rectum as she split apart, blood beginning to form a small puddle under her.

Then, with a spasm of pain and a cry of relief, the head of her rape baby gushed from between her legs with a splash of fluids. “No more, no more, please, please gods just let it be over…”

Lia couldn’t handle it anymore. Between her friends horrible looking wound, the taunting of her own offspring’s father, and her own condition, the utterly overwhelmed elf’s head spun. She collapsed to the floor as the half-ork rotated between Star’s legs, forcing horrified moans from her as she prepared to bear down once more. But the former ranger would not see the end of her friend’s delivery, passing out as the shoulders worsened the vaginal tear as they pressed forward…

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By the time Lia woke, both Star and her child were missing, and would remain so for some time. For all she knew, her friend had passed away during childbirth, exactly as she had been so scared of doing. The elf slave was left staring at her swelling womb, remembering her friends tortuous delivery, wondering how she could possibly hope to survive this nightmarish ordeal.

Every day felt like it lasted a year, yet every month felt like mere seconds. It was as though the pregnancy would never end, while delivery seemed on the very horizon. Her owner came in often, just to stare at and at time caress his fertile slave’s body, enjoying its full roundness, feeling the kicks from the child he had forced her to gestate.

The signs of impending labor became more obvious by the day. Her belly having that heaviness as the weight shifted low. Her navel protruding outward. The gentile, squeezing cramps that threatened labor.

And then, one day, it was a mere threat no longer.

The head had been pressing down urgently for days, and the nagging cramps had been steadily worsening, pulling at the elf girl’s back. She had been trying to hide her labor, to deny her rapist his show. But as time went on it became more difficult.

“P-pressure… So much pressure… Star, you never said how b-badly the… haaah… f-fullness overwhelms everything… The baby… it’s ready to be b-born… Oh gods… I don’t want this, I don’t want to give birth for him…” hushed whispers to herself, some sort of voice to reassure the terrified slave, even if it didn’t do much good.

Then, the sign the poor girl was most dreading. That sudden release, the quiet pop, and the surge of strong-spelling fluid flowing from between her legs. “No… I’m not read, I can’t do this… the baby, I don’t want to have this baby, please, don’t make me, don’t MAKE ME BIRRRRTH!!!” the need to push struck immediately, overwhelmingly. Lia had never felt the need to do anything more in her entire life than she felt the need to open her legs, bear down, and deliver her child, as quickly as possible.

There was no resisting such a powerful, primal, instinctual urge. She did exactly as her body commanded, even as she struggled not to.

“Don’t want to push, don’t want to birth this baby, don’t want to don’t WANT TO PLEEESE GODS SAVE MEEE!!! The head, the head is OPENING ME IT’S MOVING INSIDE ME!” The sensations were entirely unique, unlike anything the young elf could have ever even begun to prepare herself for. “So much pressure, I’m stretching, I’m s-stretching SOOO WIIIDE!”

One more strong push, and the head was already half way down. The contractions were constant, practically overlapping, it was hard to even so much as draw breath. “I can’t, I can’t do this, I’m too young to do this, make it stop, make IT STOOOHHHPPP!!!” Her body refused to listen, and the child she had gestated did not care how much distress its arrival was causing its mother.

Before long, Lia’s feminine slit was bulging with the head resting just behind it. She was trembling, gulping in air, already exhausted and in more pain than she had imagined possible. But still her labor continued, and with the next desperate push an intense burning began to consume the helpless victim’s loins. Her opening began to part in a teardrop shape as she screamed in agony. “It burns, IT BURNS THE BABE IS BURNING ME, HELP ME PLEASE S-SOMEONE IT’S GOING TO KILL MEEE!!!”

There was nobody there, however, just the slave and her owners child. “Oh gods… I have to… have to push… I don’t want to but I have to… have… t-to… P-p-PUUUAAAHHHSHHHH!!! IT’S MOVING IT’S OPENING ME I CAN FEEL IT OPENING MEEE!!!”

The poor girl was helpless to resist the commands of her body, and was unaware how dangerous what she was doing was. Couldn’t see her skin growing tight, far too tight too quickly. But she was painfully aware of the moment it became too much for her delicate form to handle any longer.

“No, no no NO NO NO I’M RIPPING MY BODY IS RIPPING OPEN I’M STARTING TO BLEED!!!” her frantic denials didn’t change the fact that she had torn, that as she sobbed and pushed with all her might that wound would only grow as more and more green skin became visible in between her legs. Blood trickled from the damaged flesh, and ran faster as Lia cried out with pain and effort once more, her unasked for offspring continuing to part her feminine lips and the rent skin deepening, worsening rapidly.

The elf girl’s back arched as she gasped, feeling the rupture nearing her rectum, realizing that she was as injured as her friend was and still hadn’t gotten the head out. But what else was there to be done besides continue trying to get this over with? “Please, I have to, I HAVE TO BIRTH, IT HURTS I’M TEARING SO BAD, I’M TEARING WIDE OPEN IT’S RIPPING INTO MY- MY- OH GODS I’M TEARING ALL THE WAY OPEN!!!”

And as she cried out, it became true. Bit by terrible bit, as the head came to a full crown, the rip in her flesh continued down, down, until finally it began to rupture the mucous membrane of her rectum, her vagina having torn all the way down to her anus.

At long last, the head came free, accompanied by a spray of blood and amniotic fluid. The contractions lessened for a moment as the baby rotated, confusing and upsetting the helpless mother-to-be even further. Then… once more the need to push. With a cry of agony, the shoulders inched forward, bit by bit, until…

First one sprang free. Then the other. And from there, the body game sliding out of the slave girl’s bleeding and torn girlhood rapidly, a pool of blood and birthing fluids pooling beneath her.

Once more Lia’s head swam, and she reached weakly for her newborn as it cried. “M… m-my baby… I want to h-hold… m-my…” but the poor thing’s eyes fluttered closed as familiar, heavy steps entered the room.

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Lia woke next to her friend, which with both a relief and a concern. Her entire body was sore, but she was informed later that she would make a full recovery. She was also told that she would not be allowed to see her son, not after what happened with Star. Apparently the princess had attempted to make good on her threat.

The pair would heal a few months more. And then, when the time was right, they would be re-impregnated by their owner, as they sobbed and begged for him not to put them through this hellish ordeal once more.

The pair would deliver many, many abominations for the one who owned them.

Same

How did you discover that you were into pregnancy?

I think I was around five years old when I discovered it.🩷

When I played with my dolls and friends, I was always the pregnant one, I would breastfeed my babies, I would always have a pillow on my belly or I would inflate my belly.

I remember kindergarten, when we played, I would be the pregnant mother and wife. (One of my friends brought me his mother's real diamond, I didn't expect him to take the game so seriously 😩)

I would usually be pregnant in my dreams, there would be lots of babies in my belly. I would have this dream a lot.

And later, when I got older and discovered the internet, the first thing I typed in the search box was pregnancy. I would put myself in the shoes of women with babies in their bellies and this made me happy.

When I was 9 or 10 years old, I would watch videos of pregnant women with babies moving inside their bellies as if I were hypnotized. I have been noticing how much this makes me horny for the last two or three years... I can summarize it like this.

tied up and plugged birth denial

in the mood to be tied up while super overdue with your baby, with my legs spread as far as they’ll go and my crotch bound with ropes, a large knot inserted and tied tight, plugging my soaked and laboring cunt. after hours of you pounding and teasing me in this position, my water breaks. the contractions begin to intensify, the child moving down by sheer force of my uterine muscles clenching and urging the head through my cervix, filling my canal. but with a pathetic whine i remember the knot and ropes are blocking my tight exit, stalling any further progress. the head is pressed fully against the knot plugging my opening, and no matter how hard i push now, nothing with budge as long as the ropes are intact. lustful tears fill my eyes as i finally get to experience what i’ve wanted to for so many years: pushing HARD against a very large, very stuck baby. the futility and pressure and intensity are enough to immediately drive me to orgasm, my squirt soaking through the ropes binding my cunt. i’ve never felt so stretched and open, my pelvis so fully stuffed it’s dizzying and overwhelming, yet so addictive and electric, i could feel the massive skull trying to slowly yet violently cram its way through my pelvis. i just want this moment to last forever, and it honestly could, lest i give you the safe word so i can finally drop my load. but i’m not quite ready for that yet, wanting to relish this feeling and cum a few more times around the head still so tightly encased within my pulsing walls.

(partner POV)

i’ve been watching you in awe for hours, marveling at the perfection of your birthing form, all spread out and tied up for my personal enjoyment. at this point you’ve squirted so much all the ropes binding you are soaked and cold, giving you goosebumps and making you tingle all over as you linger in a moment of orgasmic bliss. because the storm is coming. something that can’t be contained forever, a storm called birth. your moans and shrieks begin to change tones, your pleasure turning to overwhelming agony and the need to expel your child NOW or you would die or break in half trying. your contractions are nearly constant now, and you start to push again with a new sense of urgency. your screams catching your throat as you begin to go red in the face, holding your you push for all youre worth your burden against the knot, the head that is attempting to emerge pressing the knot further and further out of you, the plug slowly spreading you. i could see the massive knot i had plugged you up with earlier bulge and begin to crown, the force of your primal pushes of desperation causing your rotund stomach to contract so strongly its shape became more pointed, your contracting muscles going into overdrive at this pivotal moment of imminent crowning. in this moment, you, my lover, reduced to a twitching, animalistic ball of tension and pain, the travail is so clear in the furrowed browson your face, which has somehow has never looked more beautiful to me. you, despite all the agony and restraint, are still enjoying this on some level. you still haven’t said the safe word after all, which would mean you surrendering from the constricting torture of your ropes so you could finally drop your heavy load of overdue child. you look me in the eyes and we share a deep breath before you bear down once more, and with a small muffled pop and a moan of a sigh of relief, the knot plug rushes from your cunt, bulging against the ropes that still bound your legs and crotch.

between labored pants you say to me, somehow sounding so sexy through it all, “babe, the head is about to crown but has nowhere to go. could you help me out, my sunflower?” at the mention of the safe word, i immediately spring into action to untie the ropes binding your bulging cunt. i decide to hell with untying anything carefully, using the scissors from the birthing kit we already had nearby to cut a big enough opening to allow the head to pass. as i move to help you get in a good position for crowning, you start panting with and intensity like never before, sounding almost like your building up to a powerful orgasm, your entire being seeming to contract all around the child within you. you huff and puff it looks as though you may pass out from the strain of it all. then, in the blink of an eye, you could not longer resist the urge to push without any restraints, feeling like the pressure and fullness could literally drown you if you didn’t fight through it. at last, i see as you finally surrender to letting this birth happen, your body going slack before curling up around your swollen womb, pressing it down hard in a instinctive kind of fundal pressure as you feel your opening begin to burn, burn, BURN.

(first person pov)

at this point i’m seeing red, my entire being consumed by the ring of fire i finally came to know. oh, how i relished the ripping burn, feeling the crown so heavily tugging against my rim, threatening to snap it at any moment. it felt like i was slowly tearing in at least 3 areas, and i was almost tempted to reach down and slide a finger in alongside the crown to rip my own ruined perenium down the middle, tearing my two holes into one bloody gaping mess that could finally release my enormous child. but no, it was not to be. i needed to take this slow, as i resume my frantic panting, resisting everything in me that was telling me to just push so hard i rip myself in half and get the whole ordeal over with. but i was stubborn, instead adjusting to the burning crown and letting it slowly stretch me beyond my wildest imagination, trying my best to relax and open up as much as i possibly could. i wanted to feel it all, every detail of the skull and face as it emerged from me painstakingly slowly, which is exactly what i got. once i was getting dangerously close to a full crown, i beg you to apply some counterpressure, wanting to be held open at the absolute widest point on the head for as long as i could possibly bear.

Hello, shy lil gremlin anon is back.

pregnoct labour pls?? It’s just something about how you draw distressed faces that gets me ;3;

sorry this took a while (i do have other things for this brewing) but in the meantime here ya go. ft supportive grandpa!

Imagine you're a warprize for an enemy clan and your put in the Kings harem of captured people. He fucks you day and night until you get heavily pregnant. When labor starts the midwives refuse to let your labor progress until the king returns from his newest war campaign. You labor for days and days, waiting for the kings return

Hmmm that’s so lovely to think about anon.

Imagine that, you are taken from your village and family only to be fucked senseless until your heavy with the kings bastard.So heavily pregnant in fact that those around you suspect you are carrying multiples; a variety in your new kingdom. The king goes on a campaign when you are 8 months pregnant which worries you as you hear rumours from the other formerly pregnant harem members that the king forces them to wait to give birth, but you naively believe this is only a malicious rumour spread to scare you. But when your water breaks at 9 months and 2 weeks pregnant you learn these rumours we’re definitely true. Midwifes put you in a room with thickly padded walls and force your legs closed as you labor at first, not even allowing you to push. Eventually however, they allow your legs to spread for easy access to clean between them, but come around every hour or so to push the ever growing massive head back into you. You try to deliver the head before they come back every time but you can never do it within an hour and you are stuck in this cycle for god knows how long, although you assume it’s been months before the king comes back. Instead of coming straight to you however, the king takes his time, visiting all his other harem members and spending a week resting before he comes to your chambers and you are mercifully allowed to finally give birth. Although now the process is near impossible, as your babies head has grown so large that your pussy is on fire for weeks as you strain against it..

Birth denial, but make it eggs. I’m obsessed with the idea of struggling for hours to force out the first of many eggs, but either my legs are tied shut by the being that laid them in me, or I can’t get my tight clothes off. I just love the idea of pushing through each contraction and feeling the first egg RIGHT THERE and feeling it bulge out slightly with each push, but it ends up sliding back in as soon as I let up because it can’t go any further.

Who doesn't?

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It's true. I genuinely actually need this.

Need to be full of his litter and trying to push while he keeps a hand between my legs to make sure I stay pregnant a little longer <3