It was three weeks until his due date and they were holed up at home due to the presence of Hurricane Irene. Their little home was far enough inland that the damage wouldn’t be too severe and they wouldn’t have to board up or anything like they did in Florida, but it was bad enough that weathermen were expecting downed trees and probable power outages.


Seeing the fluids, Niso got onto his knees and helped Francis onto his hands and knees, rubbing at his lower back after. "Breathe Francis." He mumbled, glancing at the other babies a moment before turning his attention back on Francis. "Just push like before." Niso said softly, leaning down and kissing his head lightly while he massaged Francis' back. Francis nodded shakily. He followed Niso's gaze and stared at the two slumbering babies but his heart was hollow and he felt oddly detached. Confused, he lowered his eyes and tried to concentrate on the birth instead. "Hhhnngg..!" Francis bore down on instinct, pushing and straining against the pressure inside him while he held his breath. He could feel how his loose hole opened up even more to receive the large baby as it forced its way through him, pulverizing his pelvis muscles. Howling in pain, Francis thrust his hips with a sharp jerk and raised his ass higher in the air. Straining hard, he dropped his forehead to rest against his forearms, grunting terribly as the baby slid deeper down his rectum. The level of pain he was enduring defied the normal limits of what a human body was meant to withstand.
"Her name." John explains. "Sarah and I decided that we were going to name her Nora." And he held his breath in wait of Sherlock's response. He remembered the grief that Sherlock had given him when he and Sarah were deciding on names for their son, Rory; how they couldn't have come up with something more unique. This coming from a man named Sherlock who has a brother named Mycroft... Sometimes it was nice to be normal. And darn it if he was going to let Sherlock change...
  The second baby comes quickly, far too fast for my bruised, aching cunt hole. By the time the shoulders come out I’m sobbing in agony, pleading for the pain to end. The doctor, ready to go home, jerks the baby out too fast and causes a deep, angry tear all the way to my asshole. I whimper and moan as I wait for the final baby to come but, despite the hard contractions and my body’s innate attempts to push, it doesn’t. Finally the impatient doctor has had enough. He snaps on an elbow high glove and plunges his hand deep inside me. 
 Birthing Chambers Ep. 3It had now been almost three weeks since I had been captured. About two and a half weeks since I found the Birthing Chamber. I was now about halfway through the gestation period of the Queen S'Tencha growing inside my womb. And, though inhuman, I was becoming very attached to the creature. Because I was giving it my life, I felt it was almost a part of me... something that depended on me.

I get on my bicycle when a terrible ache increased in my lower stomach. I rubbed it to ease the pain. Ignoring it and I rode on my bicycle to the first stop. I rang the doorbell and delivered it to the gentleman that came out. I turned around to get on my bike when a sharp pain caused me to fall to my knees clutching my stomach. I moaned and breathed through the pain. After it was over, i got on my bicycle to the next stop. Meanwhile I did, I felt a burst of fluids draining from my

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Mail Delivery BirthI got rejected when I told my boyfriend I was pregnant. He never wanted kids so he threw me out of his home. I'm 9 months pregnant and I'm working as a mailman to raise money for my child. I currently live by myself in an apartment but I'm very low on money. I got up and dressed into my uniform as usual and went outside. I had my stack of mails to deliver in my bicycle basket.
Not Your Typical PrisonerThe gavel came down with a loud thud. "The defendant, Jonathan Randoll, is sentenced to a 16 year prison sentence without chance of parole." I looked at my feet thinking of the life that would be wasted. At only 18, I wouldn't get out until I was 34 years old. It all started when I was growing up in a tough neighborhood. Desperate for protection, I joined a gang and was forced to do some initiation crimes. Over time I had been caught stealing and this was the third strike, meaning that I was not going to be spared when it came to sentencing. I knew I had to keep my poker face, though, because some of the gang members were in the courtroom and I couldn't show my fear, my frustration with where my life had gone.
Not Your Typical PrisonerThe gavel came down with a loud thud. "The defendant, Jonathan Randoll, is sentenced to a 16 year prison sentence without chance of parole." I looked at my feet thinking of the life that would be wasted. At only 18, I wouldn't get out until I was 34 years old. It all started when I was growing up in a tough neighborhood. Desperate for protection, I joined a gang and was forced to do some initiation crimes. Over time I had been caught stealing and this was the third strike, meaning that I was not going to be spared when it came to sentencing. I knew I had to keep my poker face, though, because some of the gang members were in the courtroom and I couldn't show my fear, my frustration with where my life had gone.
As soon as the scalpel finished its mutilation, he registered the sensation of the vacuum being placed on his daughters head, the movements tearing his already brutalized opening. The doctor started pulling without even waiting for a contraction and the hands were back on his belly, crushing his insides without care. Each compression sent another flash of agony through his anatomy but he couldn’t do anything other than scream for mercy.
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