Aside from the thread posting A Dark Fire, it's been really difficult finding any of Preggovictim's tumblr works. I want to make a Drive to archive as many as I can but I need help. If anyone has links or something to anything she's written, please respond here!

I have a few that I've managed to collect, I'll post them in here as individual text posts

PRE-NOTE
1. I'm only like 90% sure that all of these are preggovictim's works, don't get hostile if they aren't, and if they aren't please give credit to the real author, yada yada yada.

2. I don't remember the names, I usually saved them under what they were about, so feel free to give the correct name as we go

Melanie

Melanie couldn’t see anything over the huge mound of her belly. She couldn’t even get her arms around it anymore. Sometimes it made her cry, thinking of how she’d been taken off the street, kidnapped, and knocked out. When she woke up three days later, she woke up pregnant. Nobody would tell her how that had happen, only that she was now pregnant with several babies and that it was of the utmost importance that she did nothing to risk losing them. A lot of people had paid a lot of money for this, they told

By only six weeks of pregnancy, she looked halfway through a normal one. By twelve, she looked overdue. By fourteen weeks, she’d had some terrifying contractions when she tried to walk around. The doctors that tended to her put her in a lavish bedroom and commanded her to stay there at all times, she wasn’t allowed to get up anymore. They threatened to restrain her for the duration of the pregnancy if she didn’t obey.

Now, at twenty weeks, she could hardly get up if she wanted. She was helpless, so full of these babies they’d forced into her that she could hardly do anything but sit up a little bit or roll over. They wouldn’t even tell her how many she was carrying, only that she’d better not do anything to jeopardize them.

One of the doctors came into the room. A new doctor she hadn’t seen. He introduced himself and then proceeded to cut off the very large, thin nightgown that had been the only thing she could wear now that she was so hugely pregnant.

“What are you doing?” Melanie asked. She raised her head as much as she could but couldn’t see past her stomach.

“I’m making this easier,” he replied, casually. He then locked the door to the room. He climbed onto the bed and spread Melanie’s legs wide apart.

“Are you examining me?” she asked, starting to get alarmed.

“You could call it that,” he said. He reached down between her legs and parted her pussy lips, his fingers exploring her clit and then circling around her hole. She gasped hard. “Now, Melanie, you know you have to keep your blood pressure down, you have to stay calm or you risk the babies. You don’t want to do that, do you?”

“What are you doing, please stop,” she begged.

“No,” he said, easily. “I’m going to do whatever I want with you. That’s the deal. I do whatever I want and you accept it or something might happen to these precious babies you’re carrying.”

He put his palms flat on her belly on either side and applied hard pressure. She let out a sharp gasp of pain and then a groan. She breathed hard. With her belly so big and so full of babies, even that much pressure hurt a lot.

“Stop!”

He pressed harder. “You’re only half way there. I wonder what these people would do if you lost their babies. They wouldn’t even survive to be born at this stage. How would you like that, feeling them die inside of you, knowing you couldn’t even do one thing right?”

“Stop, please. I’ll do anything you want,” she begged.

He stopped pressing on her. “That’s what I thought. I want you to roll on your side now.”

Slowly, Melanie obeyed, tears forming in her eyes. She didn’t know what he’d do. Behind her, she heard him taking off his belt, unzipping his zipper. She clenched in anticipation. He came and laid behind her in the bed.

She felt his hard on against her ass. It was huge. Her eyes widened.

“We’re going to start with something easy today,” he said. “Just to get you used to it.”

She heard the click of a top opening, then a squirt. She heard slick sounds, like he was stroking himself. Then his cock pressed up against her ass and in a breath, pushed in.

She out a pain half-moan, half-scream as his thick length rammed inside of her. She started breathing harder and harder, holding onto her belly with one hand.

“It hurts please stop,” she pleaded.

“Now now, Melanie, you have to keep your blood pressure down. Just relax and take it. Just take my cock in your ass, let it happen,” the doctor coached, reaching around to rub her huge belly. “Shh, shh. Just take it.”

Melanie closed her eyes as he took his time, making her feel every inch of his cock that slid in and out. Inside her the babies kicked.

“You know why they picked you?” he asked, thrusting harder. “Because I chose you. I wanted you. I watched you all that time when we looked for candidates. I just knew I wanted you. I’m the one who did it, I’m the one who made you pregnant. I dreamed about this. I know you like this, deep down.”

Melanie shut her eyes tight and didn’t want to admit it was true. She didn’t want to admit that even through the pain, she’d been needy and horny for weeks. She gave a small groan.

“What are they, what am I carrying?” she asked, holding onto her stomach a little more when he drove in deep, so deep she felt all through her aching, hugely pregnant body.

“The future, that’s what,” he said. “And one of them’s mine.”

“Why would you - ah - threaten me if it’s yours?” she asked, trying to slow her breath.

“Because I can make you pregnant as many times as I want,” he answered and then came in her, spurting into her tight ass.

When he drew out, he helped her roll onto her back again.

Melanie hoped it would be a one time thing, but it wasn’t. He came back again and again. Sometimes he fucked her ass, sometimes he lifted her leg a little and pounded her pussy. Melanie tried to breathe through it, not let it get her heart rate up.

Then one day she begged him, “You have to stop now please!” she said, wincing. She was breathing hard.

“What did you do?” he demanded, stopping but not pulling out.

“I think I’m gonna cum. I can’t. You can’t make me cum, it might start contractions,” she said.

Behind her, he chuckled. He’d found yet another game to play with her. Now he deliberately teased her, getting her to the edge but never letting her cum even as he emptied his balls inside of her time after time.

Melanie existed in a haze of need after that. She got wet just waiting for him to come to her. She rub her belly and wonder which one of them was his. She got even wetter knowing that he’d wanted to do this to her, that he’d made her pregnant deliberately. She wanted him to make her cum but she knew he couldn’t.

The next time he came back she asked him, “Will you ever make me pregnant again?”

“Yes,” he said, plunging into her cunt that had been wet for hours waiting for him. “Next time they’ll all be mine. God I’m so fucking hard thinking of all the babies I’m going to put into you. You think this was something, just wait until I have you at your limits, huge with my children. You want it don’t you?”

“If you keep talking like that and doing that I’m gonna cum. I’m so close.”

Cruelly he pulled out and switched to fucking her ass. She rubbed her stomach and felt the babies under hand, moving and kicking. Don’t worry, she thought to one of them, you’re gonna have plenty of brothers and sisters.

It was going to be a long few weeks, but now she was looking forward to them.

PRE-NOTE
1. I'm only like 90% sure that all of these are preggovictim's works, don't get hostile if they aren't, and if they aren't please give credit to the real author, yada yada yada.

2. I don't remember the names, I usually saved them under what they were about, so feel free to give the correct name as we go


Waiting

I’m laying on my back on a floor, in labor, desperate to start pushing but my knees are zip tied together. My huge belly is practically heaving with constant contractions and all I can do it keep rubbing it while I give strained groans. I want to push so bad. I feel the head. If I could just spread my legs I could give birth, it could come out and the pain would end.


But I can’t. If I even try to get free of the zip tie, this pain will seem like a paper cut compared to what they’ll do to me.



I look up to one of the four men who have been sitting in the circle of comfortable chairs around me, watching me writhe.



“I don’t think I can take it anymore,” I beg them with tears streaming down my face. “Please!”



One of them leaves his chair, shushing me quietly, getting on his knees beside me. He starts to rub my belly, but he stops just to feel the tightness that comes with the next contraction. I can see it on his face that he’s enjoying it so much he’s already getting hard again. 



They all are.



“You know why we have to wait,” he says, quite gently. “Tell me why.”



I gather my breath. “You all have to be here to watch me have the baby and he’s not here yet.”



He nods. “Very good,” he says. He knows that those little moments of praise are a big reward for me. He knows because he’s my master. At least for now.



My master is part of this small fraternity of rich, high powered men who get together at least twice a month to share a girl between the five of them. They smoke cigars, drink scotch, talk about things and fuck them.



Each of them have one, each of them is a master. The other girls, however, don’t last long. They can’t take it and they leave.



I’ve lasted over a year. I make my master proud each time he brings me to this circle so I can show his friends how well I’m trained, how eager to please I am, how talented I am at giving them pleasure.



I love nothing more than when my master takes me home again, runs a hot bath for me and washes away the sweat and seed and sticky wetness that I can’t help. He tells me how the others are envious of me, that he liked watching how deep I could take them, how long I could handle it. He reaches his hand down in the warm soapy water and finds my clit.



I’m not allowed orgasm in the circle though sometimes it happens accidentally when one of them is working me just right. I beg forgiveness as I’m cumming. But if I’ve been good and there are no mishaps, he gives me an orgasm that never fails to make me see stars.



I’ve come to like the other men in the circle. There’s a trust there, with my master and them. He can trust that they won’t damage me, though some bruises and welts are fine. He can trust they’ll respect that he’s sharing, that he lets them have a little ownership of me, too.



After I’d lasted for five months, they decided I was worth an investment. They decided it was time to make me pregnant. But since I was basically communal property, they also decided that they’d all have a go at it. No one would know who’d put a baby in me until after it was born. And whoever did get me pregnant got to have me for the next year, or until I got pregnant again.



It didn’t take long to knock me up. They gathered every day of my fertile week for three months, and then it happened. Each of them fucked me as much as they could. They’d wish each other good luck and smoke cigars while giving pointers.



“Pull her hips up, change the angle so the seed flows down,” my master said once to one of the others while he drank scotch. He was smiling. “Just be careful. You know how easy she cums when you do her from behind.”



I came a lot while they were impregnating me, but they forgave me on the grounds that it aided conception.



I think they wanted me even more intensely when I got pregnant. The more visible my belly became, the harder they held onto me. They loved rubbing my belly, grabbing my swollen tits, each of them told me he was absolutely sure he was the father. They’d tell me how it would be when they took me and the baby home.



I would sit backwards on their laps or get on all fours to make it easy for them to feel my growing tummy and to feel when the baby started kicking.



My master really loved it. When he’d take me home, he’d spend a while soaping my belly up and making circles.



They all agreed that they had a right to be there to see me give birth. Unassisted, natural birth, of course. And no matter what, the baby was not to be born until all five were there, because one of them was about to be a father and we didn’t know who. They had a test done when I went for a check up once, but the results were in an sealed envelope not to be opened until after I gave birth.



Which I desperately wanted to do.



I went into labor in the afternoon and my master took me to their meeting place.



As kind of a celebration, they’d decided that each of them would get to roleplay a little fantasy with me. We didn’t do that usually because we didn’t have to. My master seemed to like when I glanced to him for approval while getting fucked, or how I’d look up at one of them while they fucked my face, hoping I was doing it right.



One of them had me wear a dress and high heels straight out of the 1950's and go around doing chores that got interrupted by contractions. He watched me groaning and panting and trying to push a vacuum across the floor, then he called me over to have me blow him because he’d gotten so hard he could barely stand it.



Another one of them wanted me as a schoolgirl. He brought props, too. I dressed in a uniform and sat in a desk far too small for me. I walked up to a chalkboard, faced with a math problem I couldn’t even decipher because I was in such pain. And when I couldn’t even pick up the chalk, he had me bend over on a desk while he smacked my ass with a ruler, berating me for being a slut and ruining my life by getting knocked up. Then he pulled my panties down and lubed me up and slid his thick cock into my ass to teach me a lesson I’d never forget.



I held onto my contracting stomach while he fucked me like that and nearly screamed.



Then there was the lady boss scenario. I dressed in clothes you’d wear in some big corporate office and tried my hardest to give a presentation on some kind of financial thing while they humiliated me, saying I should be able to take the pain like a man, that I was proving women weren’t fit for this and I should just go be a mommy because that’s all I was good at and they weren’t gonna put up with me being a royal bitch to them anymore. There was even a big table. I got put on my back, had my skirt hiked up and was fucked with such force that had my belly bouncing, being commanded to say I was sorry, I was going to resign, I was a bitch getting what she deserved.



The last one was simple but also perhaps the most intense. He was a cop, and I was in an interrogation room being told to confess to how much of a slut I was, to all the things I’d done to get pregnant and since I’d been pregnant and how much I enjoyed it. My contractions had gotten hard and frequent by then. When he yelled, when he grabbed my breasts from behind and rolled my nipples between his fingers, I started to get scared. I could feel it happening. He made me stand up and put my hands on the table so he could frisk me, but I started crying.



He stopped and asked me, “Why are you crying? Something wrong?”



My lips quivering, I said, “I think I wanna push. I think it’s happening. I’m scared aghhHHHHhhh - oh no oh no ohhhhhh!” And then my water broke, splashing on the floor between my feet. I was horrified. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”



He told me it was okay and he put his big, warm hand on the side of my belly. He looked to my master.



“He’s still not here,” he said.



So my master got the zip tie. “You know what has to happen?” he asked me as I laid on the floor. I nodded. He put my legs together and tightened the zip tie around them. He kissed my knee, patted my thigh and went back to his chair.



Now I’m on the floor, praying the last one gets there soon.



When he finally gets there, I’m sweating and exhausted. He apologizes and says his private plane got delayed. My master cuts the zip tie off and I immediately spread my legs wide and get on all fours. I lean back and bear down. The baby moves so fast in just one desperate push.



“She’s gonna crown soon,” one of them says. “I can see it bulging. It’s big.”



I barely keep from screaming as I push again, pressing on my own belly. I need this baby to be out of me, I need to be done giving birth. It hurts so much.



“Slow down, you’ll tear,” my master warns me. “I can see the head.”



I sob and I obey. I wait through contraction after contraction. I listen to a couple of them jacking off one last time. I stop myself until I think I can do it. The head moves out then slides a little bit back in. I change position from all fours to just on my knees. And I let out a loud, grinding moan then pant out “oh no, oh no, oh no, its coming out now oh no no oh god” and the head slides out of me so fast.



“Rest then push out the shoulders,” one tells me.



But I can’t do that. I just can’t. I push with everything I have and finally it slides out of me and immediately starts crying.



I get a round of applause while I take one of the towels nearby and start cleaning off the baby.



My master is holding the sealed envelope. I’m scared. He opens it and reads out the name. It’s not his, it’s the name of the one who wanted me to confess to being a slut. There’s more applause.



My old master comes to me, tells me to be good for my new master. Then he whispers in my ear, “Don’t worry, the next one will be mine.”



It won’t take long for me to enjoy my new master. He’s different, but he’s good to me as well. He praises me when I get it right, and his discipline makes me wet when I get it wrong.



They’ll bring another girl into the circle and she’ll last the way I did. They’ll get her pregnant, and when I’m fertile again, they’ll knock me up as well. I’m not jealous at all, actually. I give her advice, tell her what worked for me.



We’ll be there in the circle. I have a cute little five month bump, and she’s eight months along. She’ll need comforting and she’ll be so sensitive and horny. I’ll help her out with that while they watch. There won’t be a sound in the room besides her moans and the noises they make when they stroke their cocks. I’ll silently suck her tits and finger her pussy. This is one of their new favorite things.



And we’ll look to our masters, and the ones who might be our masters when the time comes. Mine old one will give me a nod of approval and I’ll just know that I’m carrying his child. Maybe she and I both are.


Or maybe another man will take me and a new baby home. Maybe my next master will have a thing for me vacuuming in high heels. I don’t know, but I do know that when he gestures for me to come to him and climb onto his lap, as he fills me, I know I could be just fine with him, too. He even lets me off easy when I accidentally have an orgasm right there on his cock.

PRE-NOTE
1. I'm only like 90% sure that all of these are preggovictim's works, don't get hostile if they aren't, and if they aren't please give credit to the real author, yada yada yada.

2. I don't remember the names, I usually saved them under what they were about, so feel free to give the correct name as we go


Paralyzed

This one was inspired by a real life story I read about a woman who was involved in a serious car accident when she was 6 months pregnant and suffered a traumatic brain injury that left her in what doctors termed a vegetative state. She could open her eyes and follow people around the room but didn’t respond to any other stimuli. Much to the surprise of her doctors, she was able to carry the pregnancy to term and they decided, because of the risk of anesthesia, she should give birth naturally. The only medication they gave her was a muscle relaxant so they could move her into the birthing position. They were working under the assumption that she couldn’t feel pain and, of course, I hope for the real life woman that was the case. However, in my messed up fantasy:


The labor is long and hard, made worse by the fact that she’s lying flat on her back for the first ten hours, unable to change position to cope with the contractions or vocalize her distress. By five centimeters, the contractions are coming at three minute intervals and she can feel the baby moving down. The worst part, even more painful than the contractions themselves, was the overwhelming need to spread her legs and give the baby more room to descend down the birth canal. Finally, at seven centimeters, they administered the muscle relaxants and maneuvered her into the stirrups, strapping her ankles in securely.



Even after they move her into position – a painful process in itself as her muscles have constricted and are unused to so much use – she’s in utter agony with each contraction. In her head, she’s screaming, begging for relief, or at least a bit of sympathy, but the doctors and nurses attending her go about their business casually. She can hear them telling jokes and discussing their weekend plans while she lies there, suffering in silence.



When her water finally breaks the pressure eases for just a moment and then she’s ripped apart by the strongest contraction yet. After that the contractions are constant, with no rest time in between, and each constriction feels tighter than the last.



The worst part comes when, after almost twenty four hours in labor, she gets the desperate, unrelenting urge to push and can’t. Her body does it for her, of course, but she’s helpless to do anything to help it along. Since she can’t sustain a push, the process of moving the baby into position, which usually takes minutes, takes several long, torturous hours.



Finally, after an agonizing hour of peek-a-boo, she starts to crown. The burning sensation combined with the unbearable pressure causes her vision to grey out just as her hips lock into place with the head between them. It’s only at this point that the doctors realize she’s in distress from the frantic beeping of the monitors. Their solution is to have two orderlies wrench her legs back roughly, causing the head to pop out violently to the shoulders. She lies there, stretched at the widest point, while they take their time dealing with the cord and suctioning the baby’s nose and mouth


Minutes later they pull the rest of the baby from her body and begin checking it over. She lies there, gaping and still contracting, until they place the baby on her chest.

PRE-NOTE
1. I'm only like 90% sure that all of these are preggovictim's works, don't get hostile if they aren't, and if they aren't please give credit to the real author, yada yada yada.

2. I don't remember the names, I usually saved them under what they were about, so feel free to give the correct name as we go


MASH 1

At the Maternity and Abortion Special Hospital, all types of parents-to-be can find services here, services that respect all customs and traditions when it comes to pregnancy and birth.


There’s even a special water birthing room on the third floor meant for merpeople who can’t give birth in their natural habitat in oceans and rivers. Mer tradition and law states that any Mer who mates with a human or any other creature is forbidden to give birth in the sea but must do so on land. In the case of those who are carrying half human children, they must be born on land by necessity, and they are forbidden to have any assistance as punishment for disobedience.



In past times, this meant that many mermaids (and even a few mermen) found themselves washed up rocks or sandy beaches of whatever deserted island they could find, left to lay there and labor for hours and hours until the child could be delivered. There are many reports of people happening upon the sight of a mermaid, heavy with child, groaning with labor pains and struggling to birth. Merpeople are designed to give birth in the water. Birth on land is more difficult, painful, and dangerous. The Special Hospital, however, can accommodate that.



In room 312, in birthing pool, is a young mermaid named Merisa. She’s beautiful, with long dark green hair, pearly white skin. She’s laying on her side in the birthing pool, half submerged. One hand is pressed to her enormous pregnant belly as it contracts. She groans loudly, but there’s no one in the room to hear her.



In respecting Mer law, the staff of the hospital are only allowed to take her vitals to ensure she and the unborn child inside of her are alright. They are only allowed to intervene if she is about to die. Otherwise, she must endure the entire thing by herself.



She’s never done this before. She’s terrified and the pain keeps getting worse. She’s been having contractions for almost a day now and yet she’s no closer to delivery.



“Ahhnnn ahhhhhh! Ohhhhh! It hurts so much! Uhhhhhhhhnnnnn! Ah ah ah ah!” she moans, throwing her head back. “It hurts too much, I can’t do this. Hnnnggnnnnn! No more, no more, somebody make it stop! Ohhhhhhhhh! Ehhhhnnnnah ah ah ah! Oh god I can’t take it it’s killing me!”



Nobody is there to hear her. She rubs her stomach as the contraction finally subsides. She cries quietly.



When a nurse goes past the open door, Merisa calls out to her.



“Excuse me, nurse.”



The nurse takes one look at her chart and says, “You know we’re not allowed to help you, dear.”



“I know. I just wondered if anyone had come at the front desk and wanted to visit me.”



“Are you expecting a visitor.”



“Yes. The father,” she said, looking down at her belly. “He loves me. He said he would come back for me and the baby. We’re going to get married.”



The nurse gives her a pitying look. “Of course, dear. I’ll keep an eye out at reception, all right?”



“Thank you so much.”



Merisa takes deep breaths. He’ll come, she knows he will. The sailor she fell in love with. He caught sight of her one night while in a small boat and said she was beautiful. They agreed to meet each other again closer to the shore, where he could swim with her in the shallow water.



He made love to her in the water. She didn’t expect a human cock to be so much bigger than a Mer cock. It just barely fit inside her tight virgin slit, slick with her arousal and love for him. It hurt but he said it was normal to hurt at first, and she wanted to prove her love to him.



She even let him take her onto land so he could be inside of her in the human fashion. For weeks they met like this. Then he said his boat was shipping out, but he’d return. He did, four months later when the results of their love had begun to show. Her flat belly was not rounded out.



He didn’t make love with her that time. He said he couldn’t stay long, they were only in port for a day, but he’d come especially to see her. He told her he had to go, but he’d come back in time for the birth and then he’d marry her and that would give her the ability to have legs on land so they could be together forever.



The months passed and she waited every day for him. Week by week, her stomach got rounder and rounder. The other Mer people called her a slut and a whore, said she was carrying a half breed abomination inside her. Merisa didn’t care. She knew her sailor would come back and take her away from it all.



Now she’s alone in a birthing pool in the Special Hospital, crying out in agony with each increasingly intense labor pain.



Merisa looks down into the water just in time to see something clouding it, coming from the little slit that leads to her cunt. Her waters have broken.



“No, no,” she pants. “Not yet, he’s coming. Just wait, baby, just wait,” she begs, looking at her belly. Then she screams at the top of her lungs, holding her stomach like she can stop the baby from coming.



She can’t. She wails through every pain, but with each, the child moves down inside her. It burns and stretches her inside with a pain that is like nothing she’s ever experienced. She can’t even scream anymore it hurts so much.



Then she feels pressure, unbearable pressure.



“Somebody, please! Auuughghhh! I think I need to - hhhnnnnnn - I think I need to push. Hhhhhhhhh! It’s coming, the baby’s coming! Please help me!” she begs.



For mermaids, pushing isn’t like it is with human women. They can’t spread their legs wide, open their hips and bear down. For a mermaid, they have to lay with their backs arched and try to keep their body straight while pushing. If they bent like a human woman did, the baby couldn’t crown.



In the sea, with a mer baby, it isn’t so bad. On land, with a larger human baby, it’s excruciating and difficult.



On instinct, Merisa pulls herself up so that she sits on the pools edge, her tail in the water, and her back laying on the floor. Waiting for the next contraction, she puts her chin to her chest and bears down as best she can without bending at the waist or hips. She can’t bring as much force to it as a human woman or a mermaid in water could, which means she must rely on the constant, overwhelming contractions to help force the baby out.



She grits her teeth and bears down all she can. A bulge appears beneath the slit where her pussy is. Usually that slit isn’t really noticeable, it blends in to the scales of her tail. Now it’s inflamed, and slowly the head of the baby is moving towards it. It’s hardly big enough for the head of a human child, but she has no choice. It opens so slowly, parting a little more with each push she gives.



“No, no,” Merisa sobs, between pushes. “He said he’d be here. He said he’d come. He said he - agggghhhhhnnnnnn! Please someone help!”



She pushes again and the head begins to crown. There’s one to tell her big pushes or little pushes. She only has raw instinct and pain to guide her.



Her little slit starts to tear. It feels like being ripped apart, but she can’t stop pushing. The head begins to crown, and she feels every inch it moves forward and then slides back when she isn’t pushing. Blood trickles in little rivulets down her silver scales.



She lifts her head to push once more and the head finally begins to crown. She can only screech in total agony, tortured by the size of the child moving through her. Slowly the head emerges from her, appearing out of the torn pussy slit in her scales. She rests a moment, but only a moment. The next contraction comes and the shoulders are still inside. The baby’s father had such big shoulders, and so does the baby.



Merisa can only keep pushing until she runs out of breath, until the shoulders slowly pass through her until, finally, the child’s body slides out of her own and into the water below.



Merisa lets herself fall into the water. She picks up the newborn, sobbing at the sight of the little thing, looking human like it’s father. She rests against the wall of the pool, still bleeding with the cord leading back inside her, the water pinkish and cloudy with fluid and blood.



She brings the baby to her breast and realizes at that moment that she’s been completely abandoned. Her sailor never intended to come back. She just bore his son for nothing at all. He put a baby in her and just left her. Now she can’t even keep the child. She sobs inconsolably and lets the baby latch on to her nipple. It’ll be the only time she gets to do that.



Since the baby is human, it can’t live with her in the sea. She’ll have to give it up.



The nurses finally show up, allowed to help her now. They take the baby away from her and assure Merisa that he’ll be put with a good family. She watches them take the child away and then looks down at her ruined body. Her stomach is smaller but still rounded, her once firm little breasts are now full and sagging a little. Her pussy slit has to be stitched up before she’s taken back to the sea to live a life where she’s ruined. Wrecked by a sailor who didn’t care, who never cared, who fucked his child into her and abandoned her.


The only way she’ll have any place in the Mer world now is to be a breeding servant for the noble mermaids who don’t want to ruin their figures with childbearing. Again and again she swells with children she can’t keep, fucked by males who see her only as a pussy and a womb and made to experience birth after agonizing birth and abandoned all over again to find the next male who wants to use her.

Thank you so much for your contributions! This is a good start to the drive I believe.

I'm still looking for more of Preggovictim's stories!

Hey, I found more preggovictim stories, but this time, I can't even guess what the titles are. We'll just call this one Brianna

PRE-NOTE
1. I'm only like 90% sure that all of these are preggovictim's works, don't get hostile if they aren't, and if they aren't please give credit to the real author, yada yada yada.

2. I don't remember the names, I usually saved them under what they were about, so feel free to give the correct name as we go


Brianna didn’t know it that night when she went into the club, but it would be the last night she ever put on a short dress and danced like that in her life. She was enjoying being young, single, in perfect shape, sleeping with whoever she wanted. She didn’t always insist on condoms or remember to take her pill, but that was okay. She’d gotten lucky so far and she didn’t care. If she got pregnant, she’d just get an abortion.


Brianna was half way drunk when she stumbled out into the alley behind the club, looking for her car. She was already thinking about where to party next, and not looking around or being careful. She dropped her keys and bent over to get them. In those heels, with that dress, when she did she revealed to anyone looking that she hadn’t bothered with panties.



And someone was looking. Micah Smith was a pious man, he tried to minister to lost souls and bring them around to a more righteous life. He’d tried to lead young women like Brianna to the light, but it seemed like the gentle approach didn’t work. He preached, passed out fliers and pamphlets, everything. Now he had a different idea.



“So careless,” he whispered to himself as she straightened up but didn’t even fix her tight, slutty red number. She just kept going. Micah knew if he was going to get through to her, he needed to show her what could happen if girls who acted slutty didn’t watch out. They were alone in the alley and it was easy to sneak up on her. It was even easier to track her through the parking lot and when she got to her car, slam her from behind and bend her over the hood of it.



She screamed and tried to fight back, but she was drunk and weak and yet so wet. Micah could tell her body was preparing to serve it’s purpose, that even if she squealed like a bitch for him to stop, her cunt had recognized a real man and was ready for him. He got his pants down quick and held her down harder and shoved his way into her pussy. He pounded hard and she went quieter, but grunted in pain with every thrust. All those boys she let fuck her, Micah realized she’d probably never taken anyone as big as him in her, especially not this hard or this fast. He felt his cock head hit her cervix over and he thought about how soon enough it would be covered in his seed. He reached under him to feel her flat belly, her small tits. He told himself to remember what it felt like, because her belly would never be flat again. With that thought he came deep inside her, spurting his cum into her. He held her down hard so he could stay inside, making sure she took the full load. Then he reached into his shirt pocket, got out a small syringe and stabbed her in the neck with it.



Micah carried her unconscious form to his truck and drove off towards home, smiling the whole way there.



The cocktail of drugs he used on Brianna kept her out for a long time, and just watching her, now collared with a shock collar that he had a remote to, he couldn’t help himself. After all, she belonged to him now, so why shouldn’t he? Three time before she woke up, he fucked her sleeping pussy. She groaned like a whore even in her sleep. He wondered if she’d even notice that her cunt and thighs were stick and wet with dripping cum when she woke up or if it was a sensation she’d grown used to. If she didn’t. she soon would.



Taming Brianna was a joy in and of itself. After she woke up, she screamed and pitched a fit, as expected. A few hits on the shock collar got her in line. It helped that not three weeks later, Brianna was sick and throwing up every morning and soon all through out the day. He had never been more proud than when he grabbed her, forced her to squat and pee on a stick and the two lines came up, showing that he’d indeed put a baby in her. When she wasn’t being sick and she wasn’t doing the housework and chores that he gave her, Brianna was getting fucked. Micah said that part of her learning to be a good wife would be learning that she could no longer say no, and that because she was carrying his child, her role in life was to service him. Micah didn’t mind that sometimes she still struggled or screamed “stop” when he came for her. He wondered if she’d stay that fiesty as she grew bigger and bigger.



When she really started to show, Brianna would cry when she touched her growing belly. Her eyes had gone dull and only four months in, she seemed to have resigned herself to it in a way. She still hated him, and she’d even say things like she hoped she lost the baby, but Micah kept a close eye on her. A few times she must have really been hormonal because she would try to fight back like she first had. Once, she fought so much that Micah had to teach her a lesson by raping her in both holes at full force, pounding her six months pregnant ass while she sobbed and sobbed.



The bigger and rounder she got, the harder it was for Micah not to want to fuck her constantly, especially when she held her unwanted belly and looked so defeated, reduced to wearing the simple, slightly too tight maternity dresses he gave her, nothing like the fashions she had been used to. He loved seeing what he’d done to her, and how it became more evident every day. He loved knowing that when she waddled, when she had trouble getting up, when her breasts ached and grew heavy and large with milk, he could claim total responsibility for it.



Then came the big day, when she was two weeks overdue already, huge with baby and more miserable than she’d ever been. She was in labor for a day and a half, hard labor with constant, agonizing contractions. She begged to be taken to a hospital, or for him to bring someone to help her. He just chuckled and told her that part of her duties as a breeding wife was to birth babies on her own. Micah watched her struggle to give birth, changing positions from laying to squatting to getting on her knees as she pushed, fighting for every breath as her pussy bulged with the head of their firstborn coming out. Micah couldn’t help but take his cock out and make himself cum watching the sight of her totally defeated, birthing what turned out to be a ten pound baby boy.


She didn’t look happy with the baby on the floor, between her knees, or when she looked up and saw him cleaning off his own spunk. “Don’t worry,” he said to her, as he got up from his chair. “There’s lots more where that came from. Now take care of my son.” He got up and left the room, leaving Brianna with the crying newborn as she tried to figure out what to do with her new life of forced breeding and motherhood.

Again, don't really know the name, so we'll just call this one Nun

PRE-NOTE
1. I'm only like 90% sure that all of these are preggovictim's works, don't get hostile if they aren't, and if they aren't please give credit to the real author, yada yada yada.

2. I don't remember the names, I usually saved them under what they were about, so feel free to give the correct name as we go


She thought taking the veil and becoming Sister Mary Elizabeth would mean she never had to marry or have children, that she could escape the marriage her father arranged to the Earl’s son for her. Even her powerful father couldn’t force her to marry if she became a nun.


But the earl’s son, Edward, wasn’t content to be robbed of his bride, and if he couldn’t marry her, he would make sure she still did her duty as a woman to bear him children. And Mary Elizabeth’s father wanted grandchildren.



The cathedral and convent where Mary Elizabeth had fled to was only two days ride from the Earl’s estate. The earl’s son made the excuse that he came to offer pious prayers to the saints and atone for his sins.



What no one but himself knew was that he planned on committing one while he was there, too.



He went about the ruse of praying and lighting candles and following along with mass, until after dark. Until he could find her alone in that tiny, bare room she now slept in.



It wasn’t hard to climb in the window and surprise her. Her back was to him as she prayed, on her knees at her bedside. Edward smiled in the dark. Perfect. She didn’t even hear his first few footsteps.



“So pious now, aren’t we?” he said. Startled, she turned but he moved fast and had his hand over her mouth. “You can scream, but do you really think anyone will believe you didn’t invite me here so you could break your vows? These walls are made of stone, sound doesn’t penetrate well. And speaking of penetrating.”



He was already so hard against her back, pressing into her ass, bending her half way over the bed. He throbbed at thinking of finally getting that virgin pussy he was owed, thinking that even if she tried and tried, she’d never be clean and pure again, she’d be filthy, he’d dirty her forever.



He let his hand up so he could reach for his breeches and unfasten them. She tried to dart away but he pulled her back and slammed her onto the bed. He got his breeches down quickly and his cock sprang free. When her eyes went wide with fear, he chuckled.



“Never seen a proper cock before, have you?” he asked as he shifted toward her. “They’re usually a little smaller than this, but I guess I’ve just been blessed.”



“Don’t do this, Edward, please. You could have others, you don’t really want me!”



He didn’t answer as he ripped her long gown and pushed it up to see the perfect, unspoiled body beneath him. Flat belly, perky little breasts with pink little nipples. She held her knees together like that might save her.



“Do you really like living in this place? I could’ve given you mansions and jewels, all you had to do was submit to me,” he said and he climbed on top of her. He pried her knees apart with such force that she cried out. She tried to fight him, struggling beneath him with panicked gasps as his cock rubbed against her pussy lips, a warning of what was to come. “The more you fight, the more it’s going to hurt.”



“No, please, I beg you, don’t do this!”



“You owe me a son!” he snapped and held still for just a moment. “Tonight, you’re going to give me a son whether you like it or not. And if anything should happen to him before he’s born perfectly healthy, depending on my mood, I’ll either come back and do this again or just kill you with my bare hands.”



He didn’t hesitate before plunging in. The length and thickness of his cock felt like being pierced between her legs and she raised her head, clamped down every muscle. She let out a high pitched cry of pain just as he started thrusting hard, mercilessly pounding her. She grabbed the sheets and closed her eyes tight, starting to pray. He fucked her even harder, watching her breasts bounce with the effort he made. Her whole body tensed even more.



“Oh god,” he gasped, feeling himself close to emptying his balls in her. “That’s right, fight me all you want. You think it hurts to take my cock for the first time, it’ll hurt far more to give birth to my son.”



With a final thought of her belly swollen past what her black gown could hide, he came inside of her harder than he’d ever come before. He stayed put, to make sure the seed took and then drew out. He tucked himself in and she sobbed, rolling on her side, hands between her legs holding her battered, well seeded little cunny.



“Cheer up,” he said as he left. “It’s already happened. I’ll be back in nine months for my son.”



Mary Elizabeth prayed and prayed, but soon enough her waistline got thick, her breasts swelled and got so sore she could barely stand her shirt touching them. When the sisters found out, they punished her by making her fast and work twice as hard. She tried to tell them the truth, but no one believed her. Everyone believed she’d been a whore who couldn’t keep her vows, that’s she’d tempted the earl’s son and trapped him into siring a child on her.



Soon enough her black dress was stretched tight across her enormous belly, and she knew her time was near. She dreaded it every day, praying to God for an easy birth as she felt the huge baby inside her kicking and moving. Getting on and off her knees at prayers got more difficult with each week, and none of the sisters felt any pity for her.



Then, on a saint’s day, when Mary Elizabeth was miserably heavy with child, her breast already giving milk, Edward came back. She saw him coming towards the open doors of the sanctuary and her heart raced. Suddenly, her entire belly clenched hard, and painfully, cramping worse than anything she’d felt before. She dropped to her knees, holding her belly with one arm and bracing on the floor with the other. Water gushed from between her legs and she cried out, looking down to see a puddle there, still dripping. Her high pitched noise of pain echoed over the mostly empty sanctuary.



When she looked up, Edward stood over her. “It looks like I’ve come just in time.”



The contraction got worse and she sobbed, praying that it would be a quick birth. Then the mother superior came marching towards her with a disgusted, stern look on her wrinkled face.



“Mother superior, please help me,” Mary Elizabeth begged. “The baby is coming. Mother superior, please, it hurts. I think I need to lie down.”



The mother superior scowled. “I’ve seen more than enough whores birthing their whelps in my time. You’ve a long way to go, and a great deal of penance left to do. But if you want to lie in that bed again so much, so be it! I’ll have you chained to it, so you may think on your sins in the hours to come.”



Mother superior struck Mary Elizabeth across the ass with her cane. Edward fought the smile coming to his face.



“Mother superior, since I am somewhat to blame for this, and to do my own penance for letting my lust get the better of me, may I stay with Sister Mary Elizabeth until the child is born?” Edward asks. “I know it is somewhat unusual, but I feel a responsibility.”



Mother superior nodded. “Yes, of course. You’re a good man. I know all too well that women who don’t control themselves can topple even the most righteous men. She tempted you, and I permit you to administer punishment to her as you see fit. You would do good to submit and learn from his piety, Mary Elizabeth!”



Mother superior gave her another strike with the cane and left. Edward grinned over her and did not help her to her feet. She got up unsteadily and held her belly, now low and large, waddling towards the door.



“What will you do with me?” she asked, tears in her eyes.



Edward grabbed her arm and said, “Teach you piety, that’s what.” He had no gentleness as he pulled her toward that tiny abbey room where he had first raped his child into her. He pushed the door open and then shoved her onto the bed. She tried to sit up, but couldn’t because a contraction came. She groaned out her misery, arching her back and spreading her legs without thinking.



Two other nuns, as disapproving as mother superior came with chains to bind her legs and wrists to the bed. She could do nothing but arch her back again in a contraction as she cried out in pain. She had never been in this much agony in her life. The sisters left, sneering at her, and slammed the door, leaving her alone with the man who had put her in this condition.



Edward sat on the chair by the bed and reached for his breeches, taking out his huge cock. Mary Elizabeth gasped and begged, “No, please. Not now, please, have mercy!”



Mary Elizabeth tried to move defend herself, but she was spread and helpless. Edward pushed her gown up past her leaking breasts as she sobbed, twisting because she could do only that. He put one hand on her belly and rubbed in circles while stroking himself.



“Tell me how it feels to be in childbed with a bastard, my bastard, knowing there’s nothing you can do about it?”



“Why did you do this to me? Why!” she pleaded, putting her knees together as if that could save any of her modesty now.



“Because you denied me what was mine. If you’d only obeyed, you’d be in a far more comfortable bed, with nurses and midwives to attend you.



Mary Elizabeth strained against the irons holding her fast to the bed, miserable and wishing she could only just move. Edward’s hand moved up and grabbed her breast hard, squeezing it as it leaked clear fluid and then milk dribbled down her chest and even her heaving belly. She moaned and winced, raising her head.



"God, no, not another one!” she panted as the next contraction came. Her entire belly moved with it and Edward jerked himself harder. “Aughhhhhh! God, please, make it stop! It’s killing me! Aghhhhhhh! Please, Edward, unshackle me, I need to move!”



Edward chuckled and said nothing in reply. He watched her squirming, held nearly immobile and getting more desperate with each excruciating contraction. Hours passed as she labored, hard, the contractions getting worse and worse. Her screams even escaped the thick stone walls. Mary Elizabeth tried to reach for her laboring tummy but couldn’t. She wiggled and fought against the irons, screaming wretchedly.



Then, suddenly she raised her head and screamed an even more shrill scream than before. “Please, for the love of god, unchain me! The child is coming, I need to push, please!” Mary Elizabeth begged. She lifted her chin to her chest and went silent with the effort. Edward came around the bed and pushed her knees apart. He watched as a slow bulge appeared, spreading her pussy with each labored, agonizing push she gave. “It burns like fire, god help me! God it burns it’s splitting me apart, Edward please help me I can’t do this!”



Edward forced her knees apart a little. “Push you whore! Birth my son now!” he demanded. She lifted her head again with a scream and the dark spot of the baby’s head appeared, spreading her cunt lips open wider and wider. The moment she relented to take even a breath, the head slid back in just a little. “Don’t you dare stop!”



She lifted her head again with a scream of pure torture and pushed further. The child was big, Edward watched as it opened her wider than he thought possible. With a last, sobbing effort she pushed out the shoulder and body and then laid back. Edward took in the sight of her, shackled and breathing hard, breasts dripping, knees apart with her cunt bloodied and his bastard between her legs, crying and squirming. He’d never seen a woman more completely ruined and destroyed. He reached for the baby and turned it over to see the child’s sex.



A girl child.



“What is this? I said a son!” he roared. Mary Elizabeth shook her head, unable to speak through her tears. Edward looked down on her and then went calm. “But no matter. I’ll be back when she is weaned and you are ready to give me what you owe me. Repent all you like, but everyone will know what a whore you still are when you’re heavy again with another child of mine.”



Mary Elizabeth sobbed and Edward left the room. Her sobs echoed off the stones and he realized that the sound traveled better than he thought. He met the mother superior coming out of the room from next to Mary Elizabeth’s. She looked as satisfied as he felt, despite the child being a girl. He greeted her and handed her a small bag of gold coins.



“For the church,” he said, and winked.



“For the church. I look forward to you coming again next year,” she replied and winked back. “Oh, and do feel free to come in through her door and not the window next time, my lord. The others certainly do.”


Edward turned his head and saw another sister, her belly just beginning to show despite her loose black robe. She sobbed and put a hand to her belly, then spotted them watching her and hurried to get out of sight. In the distance, Sister Mary Elizabeth still wept.

Bump! Still looking. Really looking for part three of M.A.S.H, as well as "Bloody Valentine's".