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Michelle laid alone in her bed, heaving and gasping. Her water had just broken. She thought her periods were the most severe pain she could ever experience. Fuck was she wrong. Michelle glanced up at the crucifix hung above her. She prayed for Jesus to take her pain away. Instead, she was hit with a contraction so strong that she couldn't contain her screams. Her mother came running in. "What? What is it?" "I think I'm in labor!" Michelle whined. Her mother glared at the girl who was writhing in pain in a puddle of her own amniotic fluid. "Take off your pants."
Michelle stared at her mother. "Can't you take me to the hospital?"
Her mother smiled coldly. "Hospital? Oh, no. You're a little tramp. I'm not granting you the relief of an epidural. You're going to suffer for the sins of Eve as God intended you to. Now take off your pants."
Michelle teared up. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Sure, her parents were livid when they found out she was pregnant. Even moreso when they found out the father was a 35 year old man with a wife and two children. But surely she couldn't be this cruel. She sniffled and obeyed, struggling to pull her pants off while she bent over her bulging belly.
"Good. Wait here." Her mother left the room briefly. "Wait here, that was a fucking laugh." Michelle thought. "Not like I can exactly go anywhere in my condition."
Her mom returned, carrying rope. Michelle gave her a suspicious look, but was hit by another severe contraction, and didn't bother questioning it. Michelle's mother pulled her daughter to the end of the bed, so her hips were hanging off. She bound each wrist to a bottom bedpost. "M-Mom?" Her thought left her again, the contractions getting more intense and even closer together. Her mother dragged over an old wooden chair with a slotted back. She slid the chair under her daughter's bottom. She then tied her ankles to the chair legs. Michelle winced. "Mom...what are you doing? I need to be able to get the baby out. The back of the chair is blocking my uhm..."
"Your cunt" her mother finished. Michelle's eyes bulged. She'd never heard her devout Catholic mother use such language. "Yes, it's blocking your cunt. You won't be having a baby. I'm not going to let everyone know my daughter is a harlot."
Michelle laughed. Her mother remained stoic. Michelle's laughter slowly fizzled into a look of concern, then terror. "Mom, this isn't funny-AH!!!" Another strong contraction. She wanted to squeeze her legs closed, but she couldn't. They remained propped open, her small lower frame straddling the chair in her laying down position.
"Your father and I told you that you'd pay for your sins, Michelle. We warned you. We've told you from the time you were a little girl to keep your legs closed. But you just couldn't listen. You had to be a whore. Well, welcome to penance." Her mother pulled up another chair. This time, she sat in it.
Michelle screeched. "Mama please! It hurts so much, please!!!" Her mother chuckled. "I'd assume so. It's crowning." Michelle's face went ghost white, impressive considering her very fair Irish complexion made her fairly ghost-like anyway. She didn't want to push. The pain was so intense when she pushed. But her body, against her will, continued on its instinctual path, trying to free the infant from her birth canal. Michelle grinded against the chair back to no avail. "Please mom..."
Michelle's mother checked her watch periodically. 10 minutes passed. 15. 30. At the 45 minute mark, her mother smiled and untied her daughter's legs. Michelle was still pushing with her vaginal muscles alone. Her body was entirely too tired to move. Her mother hummed and untied her arms. She moved her back to the center of the bed. A baby boy was born only a minute later. Her mother picked it up by its tiny head and held it up for her Michelle to see. Michelle had been crying on and off for the duration of her delivery, but now she was sobbing. Her mother smiled. "Don't cry, Chelle, this is a good thing! You're suffering like our savior did. Your soul will be redeemed soon. But not yet."
Her mother seemed to be in a much better mood now. Her dead grandchild laid on his mother's still round stomach. She made quick work of tying her daughter back up, arms and legs each tied to a bedpost now, her legs held open. Mother hummed and grabbed another length of rope. She grabbed the infant and tied it to her pubic mound, letting the baby stick out perpendicular to her, so that it was creating a phallic appearance like a strap on. Michelle lifted her head up slightly, still weary and dazed. "Mom? What are you doing?" Her mother climbed on top of her and kissed her roughly. She pulled her daughter's shirt up, exposing her underdeveloped tits. Her mother groaned and sucked on a nipple, then the other. Michelle moaned in confusion. Her mom stopped and smiled at her. "Is this how you let that man touch you? Huh? How you let him defile you?" She reached down and rubbed her daughter's clit. Michelle bit her lip, trying to suppress her arousal. She shouldn't like this. But her body betrayed her. She grinded against her mother's fingers.
Michelle gasped as her mother slid two fingers in and started pumping in and out roughly. "You're so loose...don't worry baby. I have just the thing to fill you." All at once, her mother rammed the newborn's head into her gaping cunt. Michelle's eyes widened and she froze. The sudden large intrusion tore her. Blood trickled lightly out of the plugged hole. Her mother pulled out, then shoved back in. This time, she got fully back on top of her, and slid the newborn all the way back into his mother's vagina. Michelle couldn't fathom what was happening to her. She was being raped with her own dead child, like some sort of sick dildo. Her mother moaned and fucked her faster. She pushed Michelle's legs open wider, penetrating her even deeper. Her mother pulled out her own breasts, large and saggy. She shoved a nipple into Michelle's mouth as she continued to pound her mercilessly. Michelle had no choice but to suck. "Oh yeah Chelle, that's it...I want you to cum on your own bastard. Cum for me and this will end."
Michelle wished she could avoid it. But as her mother fucked her harder and faster, she felt the familiar pressure mounting inside her. Her back arched, and she had quite possibly the hardest orgasm she'd ever experienced. Her mother stopped and beamed at her. "Good girl. You're nice and wet now, so this will make things easier for you." Her mother untied the lifeless infant from her front. She slid the baby inside Michelle's wet cunt again. But this time, she pushed hard. And kept pushing even at the resistance. Michelle's moans turned to screams of pain. "Mom! No! Stop!" Michelle's body shuddered as a sickening audible pop was heard. Her mom's arm was shaking from the force she was exerting, but she finally triumphed. She slid the rest of the infant past her daughter's cervix, and back into her womb. Michelle passed out from the pain, which was the most merciful event this day had brought. Unfortunately, the relief wouldn't last. She awoke to a sharp pain inside her. She looked down and saw her mother's arm at work deep inside her. She finished a minute later and withdrew, holding a bloodstained needle and thread. "You won't be birthing it again, I'm sorry to say. But your suffering is almost over sweetie. The hard part is over. Jesus will come for you and you'll be saved." Without another word, her mother left the room, locking the door behind her.
The panic set in, and Michelle screamed, struggling viciously against her restraints. It was no use, they wouldn't give. Her body continued to push, now trying to rebirth the intruder in her womb. But it wouldn't come out. Her mother had stitched her cervix shut. It was hopeless. Michelle cried and begged Jesus to save her. Begged for mercy. But it wouldn't come. The only question that remained was whether the sepsis or dehydration would take her first.
Three days passed, and Michelle's mother and father buried her body in the woods. They said a prayer for her, and left her. Rumors would circulate about what had happened to Michelle. Her mother would simply say she had been seen with an older man, presumably her kidnapper. She begged for anyone who knew anything to come forward.