Nine month gap

Nine months later Darlene lay on her bed in her Master's home. A mid-wife urged her to push. Her child was almost here. Her Master had his lips latched onto her breast; he was greedily sucking her milk. He had been doing so for almost a month, delighted when his brood mare's milk first come in.

Standing next to the mid-wife was the Master's wife, a young, cruel trophy wife. She was prepared to take Darlene's baby, to make it hers. Darlene would only be useful for her milk and the sexual delights both Master and his wife could take from her.

Over the past nine months Darlene had been fucked and abused constantly by both of them. She had become their plaything. She had heard them discuss her future. After three months of nursing she was to be sold. The Master had business connections who would pay well for a beautiful blond woman, especially one whose husband and his partners had arranged for her to be declared dead.

Darlene screamed. There was no painkiller, nothing for her comfort. The mid-wife urged once more; the child was born.

"It's a son!" The trophy wife held her new baby. Darlene screamed in pain and despair; her life was over.