I woke as my alarm clock went off the next morning. I just could not believe I had passed out for the whole night. I felt dismayed, and desperately in need of a hot shower to try to get myself a bit better cleaned up.
The hot shower was bliss, but as I stood there with water cascading down my body, I felt a blob of thick cum ooze out of my pussy, and slide down my leg and off into the drain. A moment later a second blob followed the first. I felt sick again, the raping cum had stayed in place all night. Three more blobs eased out over the next few minutes, then I had enough of being in the shower.
Dressed, I managed to call my work to tell them I would not be in, then I had a full-on panic attack, freaking out and running about in tiny circles again. Most of the day was spent crying or having more panic attacks. Finally, I managed to calm down enough to try and think about what I should do. Then I realized I should ring my doctor, What I needed to get was the EMC Pills. I made the call but I was unable to get an appointment until after the weekend, on Monday afternoon.
A bit happier that I had figured out what to do, I tried to keep calm over the weekend, but still had daily panic attacks. Once I had the pills, that would end my current fears about the rape.
Monday afternoon, I made my way to see my doctor, but once there, I was informed that the EMC pills needed to be taken within three days, and it was now day five since things happened. There was no point in using the pills as they would most likely be ineffective.
I swore under my breath, but I tried to keep calm, I was given a test kit, and told I should use it in three weeks time if my period did not arrive within that time. There was nothing more that could be done until I had a result back either way.
I can’t recall how I made it home, but I did, then I marked on my diary the dates I need to know and when I might need the testing kit. This was not what I wanted to do but now I had very little choice.
I went back to work, hoping to keep a straight face and try to avoid any questions why I was away, my luck there held. Each day I marked off on my diary, each day seemed to drag and it felt as if it was an agony while I waited. I really hated the idea that the rapist had been able to impregnate me. I hoped the day my period was due would hurry up and arrive along with my period.
Counting down, in three days, two, one, my period was due, any moment, sometimes it ran a day or two later, sit and wait. Two, three, four days late, nothing, fear, panic, dismay. It was still ten days before I was due to be using the testing kit.
Feeling more cramps than normal, my fear and dread increased. Feeling dismayed, I realized that in reality, I had done nothing that would have prevented the prospects of pregnancy from happening.
Four days till I was due to be using the kit, more cramps but still no period, I knew then just how the test was going to go.
Three days, more fear and dread, two days, one day, then I woke and knew I had to pee on the kit. I set it all out in the bathroom and sat on the toilet. I began to cry as I angled the test stick beneath me. I needed to pee but somehow I couldn’t. I sat there and waited, my bladder began to ache and I knew I really needed to pee. Then a slow drip, drip eased out, the drops sliding off the stick and then slowly the pee began to trickle out. I felt humiliated having to pee on the stick.
Carefully I put the kit onto the vanity, and then finished on the toilet.
I dreaded to look at the kit, I knew the result would not be what I wanted, but what I expected.
Slowly I turned and looked, the bright blue positive lines were showing up.
No doubts about that. I was pregnant to the rapist. I burst into tears, I really did not want to be pregnant.
I made another appointment to see my doctor, confirming that I was now officially six weeks pregnant, and then I made arrangements to go and see a specialist in two weeks’ time to get a termination.
Relief at making the appointment, but again an agonizing wait for the day to arrive, knowing that the rape pregnancy would progress while I had to wait.
Again I counted down the days, hoping nothing would go wrong for me, I had an early morning appointment and was told to be there fifteen minutes early. Not trusting myself to drive, I caught the bus, but then the bus broke down. We were informed it would only take a few minutes to fix, but time marched on. Then they told us a replacement bus would be there in ten minutes, it was going to cut it very fine for me. The bus arrived in twenty minutes, then they had a dispute over the driver and his time for his shift had run out. They needed a new driver.
I ended up well over an hour late, they would not do anything for me that day, but rebook me again for two weeks time. I was really pissed off an upset by the time I got home again. I faced another two weeks of being pregnant when I thought that I would no longer be pregnant, and that meant the pregnancy would continue to progress. I was not happy at that prospect.
Each day seemed to drag as I waited for the next appointment, I started to get morning sickness as well just to make me know that I was still pregnant. I also found I had to visit the bathroom to pee a lot more frequently.
Then as my luck would have it, the morning sickness kicked in very bad on the morning of my next appointment, I got as far as my bathroom, I spent most of the day in the bathroom, finally having to rebook my appointment again.
was fed up with still being pregnant to the rapist and I really wanted to get it sorted. I sure as hell did not want to be pregnant any longer than needed. I got a bit of a shock a few days later after my shower when I noticed a small but definite bump in my belly. Running my hand over it I could feel my swollen womb beneath my skin.
After a few more days, I started to feel somewhat better, the morning sickness eased off and I was almost back to normal by the time of my next appointment. Then I got a call informing me that the specialist was off sick, and they were moving my appointment to the following week. While not as bad as two weeks, it was starting to grate on me all the delays, I hoped that nothing would go wrong by the time I went again.
I arrived almost an hour early at the specialist’s, and sat and waited until I was called. I went through to an examination room where they would check the status of my pregnancy and then send me through to get the termination. It was going to be quite simple. I removed my underwear and laid ready for my exam, the doctor proceeded to give me quite a thorough exam, both inside and out. The asked me if my dates were accurate, as they thought I was now seventeen weeks pregnant, not thirteen as I had informed them. I insisted my dates were correct, but they weren’t prepared to go with that. Another doctor then gave me a brief exam and agreed that I was closer to seventeen weeks not thirteen. I did not understand how they concluded that. They then informed me that they were sorry, that I was too far along to carry on with the procedure.