Franchise Everything hurt.
She hadn't expected everything to hurt. She knew her belly would, and between her legs - giving birth wasn't supposed to be a picnic, especially when the brat was the result of rape, you were homeless, hungry, and had no access to medical treatment. But this…
She tried to move, and caught her breath, agony nearly making her black out.
Better not try that again…
Lying still, breathing shallowly, she tried to remember what had happened.
She'd gone into labour. She'd been rummaging in the dustbins at the back of a café when she felt something give inside: the next thing she knew a thin sticky liquid was running down her legs, and something was sort of clenching inside her…
She'd stumbled to a nearby underground garage, to a shadowy spot between two concrete pillars, where she'd crouched, whimpering, sweating in the cold evening air as her body slowly pushed the unwanted infant from her…
She'd felt wet hair on a small skull under her fingers as she scrabbled at her groin, she'd felt something tear, but the pain was distant, fuzzy, as she strained to give birth…
Then there was nothing.
Had someone found her? Got help? Was she in a hospital somewhere?
Everything was silent. And completely black.
"Hel…?"
She closed her mouth, trying desperately not to cough. She'd not managed to make a sound, yet her throat was raw, a banked fire scorching deep down in her larynx, her mouth completely dry…
She lifted a hand to her face. Tried to, anyway.
It didn't hurt - but she also, somehow, couldn't seem to find her face. Groping where it should be, her fingers met nothing but air…
Panic rising, she tried with the other hand - still nothing.
Then she heard the giggle.
"Who…?"
She stopped again, the pain from her throat making her feel faint. For a moment there was silence, then a mouth settled over her breast, over her nipple, and began to suck.
The sudden shock of it made her jump, and also become aware of the tight fullness of her milk-heavy breasts, a minor pain in the overall throbbing ache that was her body. But the lips felt good.
Then she frowned. The mouth… was too big to be a baby's. It had teeth - teeth which suddenly nipped her. She winced and reached to push… whoever it was… away, bewildered all over again when her hands failed to make contact.
The giggle came again.
"Shall we show her?"
The mouth lifted from her breast for a moment.
"Nah. In a little while. You want the other tit? This is kinda nice…"
Breathless with horror, arms flailing to keep whoever they were at bay, she nevertheless felt another mouth descend on her other breast, sucking painfully hard at the leaking nipple…
Her mouth formed the word 'no' but nothing came out and the effort felt like swallowing barbed wire. After a moment she felt rough fingers slide between her legs, prodding at the entrance to her cunt then shoving inside: she flinched and pulled her thighs shut to try to stop it, to ease the pain…
Nothing happened. And the fingers pushed in further, curling over into a fist and shoving in and out…
She screamed, but there was no sound, just agony. Just laughter as she writhed, trying to get away from the fist fucking her viciously, trying to pull back from the mouths sucking painfully on her breasts.
"What about now?" A third voice, deeper and rougher than the first two.
"Yeah, I think she's about ready…"
She felt the fist pull out sharply, then something being removed from across her eyes, something so light she hadn't realised it was there, and blinked in the dim light.
There were - she thought - about twenty of them, ugly, dressed in deliberately ripped leather and chains, studs and spikes and heavy rings through lips and nipples and cheeks and earlobes. All male.
Despair made her limp. Even if she hadn't been hurting so much she'd never have been able to get away from them. She closed her eyes on her tears. Perhaps they'd just rape her and then let her go…
"Poor little… worm. Yeah, that's it. Worm. Suits her, don't it?"
She slowly opened her eyes, the words striking a deep sudden chill. One of the gang was leering over her, grinning.
"Hello little Worm. We're the Vet'narians. Heard of us?"
She shook her head, no. He slapped her face.
"What you say?"
Licking at the trickle of blood from her split lip, she nodded, eyes wide and terrified.
Then froze, very slowly pulling her tongue back inside her mouth and probing where her teeth had been.
All gone.
The leader - she never was to find out his name, and called him Spike in her mind, for the spikes he had protruding either side of the bridge of his nose - giggled.
"Yeah, we pulled 'em. Can't have you bitin' when we're fuckin' yer face, now, can we? Chopped yer vocal chords too. Bitches should keep quiet."
Shaking, she stared up at him - then slowly, unwillingly, turned her head to the side and raised her arm. An arm that no longer existed.
White noise filled her head as she frantically turned to the other side, raising her head…
They'd removed her arms at the shoulder joint. And, as she now realised, her legs at the hip joint. Neatly and cleanly - that had to have been done by a medic. Dizzy with shock, outrage and sheer terror, she dragged her eyes back to Spike. Who smirked.
"We're the Vet'narians because we do animals. Can't afford pets, not like the rich bastards - but we can afford things like you. You gonna be our pet, Worm. You gonna service us all, anytime we want, any way we want, arse, mouth, cunt, all at once, all of us at once if we say so. You do nice an' we'll feed you an' wash you an' let you use the bog. Not nice, an' we'll let you rot."
He leaned down to lick at her helpless tears.
"Nah, don' cry. 'F you cry, we might have to take your eyes too. That'd be a pity." He chuckled. "You'd never know when you was going to be fucked if you couldn' see us coming…"
The other gang members laughed. The ones still suckling painfully on her now empty breasts pulled roughly away, licking their lips.
"Is it true, if we keep drinkin' she'll keep makin' it?"
Spike nodded.
"Yeah, seems so. So help yerselves, Vets. Suck to keep it coming - it's yer duty…" He moved back to scrutinise at her body, gaze lingering at her open, defenceless cunt, then grinned, unzipping his fly and pulling out a swollen, studded penis. Around him, other gang members were pulling out their own cocks, fingering themselves and each other in anticipation.
"We gonna have a lot of fun with you, bitch…"
© 2003 March 26th Joules
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