Club Fatale Pt. 7 by nightscribe | Violence

But behind the last window, I saw something that shocked me to the core. At first it was just a shadow, but resolved itself into a human form.

“Evan!” Susan’s voice came from behind me.

I spun.

“Evan,” she said again, in an almost dangerous tone, “you shouldn’t be looking where you’re not supposed to be.”

“Are you threatening me, Susan?” I asked.

“Certainly not,” she said. “If you’ll follow me, please?”

Paige took me to what looked like a hospital nurse’s station. “Please remove your pants and underwear and sit,” she said.

As I complied, I watched her prepare an injection.

“I’m afraid that this is going to hurt, Evan,” she said and stuck me.

“Fuck!” I hissed. “That hurt like a motherfucker, Susan! And it was uncomfortably close to my cock.”

“I’m so sorry…” she said, condescendingly. And then, sultry: “Perhaps I could make it up to you, though.”

Without further ado she bent down and took my cock between her lips. I sprang to full erection almost immediately, my mouth falling open. Susan Paige was aggressive, arrogant, pretentious, self-important and egotistical.

She was also a champion cocksucker.

“Oh, fucking god, Susan,” I mumbled. “You suck like a fucking goddess!”

In less than sixty seconds I was spraying into her mouth. As I looked at my semen dripping from her lips and chin, I realized that that must be some sort of record.

She slowly licked at her lips, swallowing my jizz, and stared at my cock as if she expected it to sprout wings and fly away. I took me a few seconds to realize that something was different. I wasn’t loosing rigidity. In fact, I was harder than ever: ready, I realized, for another round.

I touched her face, aroused again by the prospect of facefucking her.

She pulled away, and stood. “Perfect,” she said.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” I demanded.

“A cocktail of my own design, sweetie,” she said. “It will keep you hard and pumping for at least four hours… Trust me you’re going to need it today.”

I followed Paige as she entered Athena’s room.

Athena looked up, surprised.

“Oh, god, Evan!” she said. “I’m so glad you’re here. I’m about to have your child! I can’t explain how happy this makes me!”

“Me too, my sweet,” I said, as we embraced.

“Now, we have to stimulate her adrenaline and endorphins, Evan,” Paige said. “There isn’t much time to waste, so, please, start fucking her.”

I stepped up to Athena, pulled her to her feet and lay down in her place.

“Mount me, my love,” I demanded.

Awkwardly, she climbed atop me and slid down on my wet cock. I luxuriated in the delicious sensation of her heavy belly on my stomach. It was a feeling that I hadn’t felt since my former wife’s pregnancy over sixteen years ago. And one that I just realized I had desperately missed.

I aided her with leverage and soon she was moving up and down on my manhood, belly bouncing and tits jumping.

She cried out and I met her with: “Oh, fuck, baby, yes!”

Paige monitored Athena’s vitals as we fucked, urging us to go faster and faster, until I was fucking the girl all out, as vigorously as I had ever fucked any woman. I bounced her atop me violently.

I reached up and wrapped my fingers about Athena’s frail neck. The neck was my favorite part on a woman’s body and hers was so beautiful, even, and especially, emaciated as it was right now. It looked so beautiful, so weak and breakable. I felt that I could snap it with a single twist and take two lives as one.

I cried out and came at the erotic thought, spraying deep into Athena’s belly.

As before, my cock stayed ridged and I felt the intense need to continue and take her again.

Turning her onto her hands and knees, I fucked the blonde goddess from behind. She cried out as her heavy belly and full tits swayed beneath her and I slid my fingers up her engorged abdomen and gripped the heavy melons in either hand. I pounded her from behind, plunging into her again and again, as violently as I could.

I rolled through orgasm after orgasm as I fucked Athena in every imaginable position. Harder and harder I went each time. I pulled on her neck, her breasts, her hair and her arms.

“OH, GOD! OH, FUCK!” I screamed as I came for the umpteenth orgasm, taking Athena in missionary this time, plowing into her belly.

Athena was breathing heavily now, panting with absolute exhaustion. I felt like my chest was about to explode.

I was suddenly afraid to push her any further, even though I desperately wanted to. My cock ached for the final release that it was forever being denied.

Suddenly, Athena cried out.

“Oh,” she yelped, “I think I just went into contractions! Is the baby ready, Doctor Paige?!”

“Yes, dear,” Paige said and smoothed her hair. “Evan you must help me, now! The contractions will get faster and faster until the baby comes.”

“What do I do?” I asked.

Paige moved to Athena’s right arm. “We must restrain her, Evan,” she said, as she fastened a leather strap about the woman’s wrist. I did the same with Athena’s left wrist and then both her legs. While I did, Paige fixed a rubber tube gag between Athena’s teeth. “You are going to have to bite down hard when the baby comes. No matter what happens you must continue to push or your child will never survive, dear.”

Athena nodded, confused, but determined.

Paige then laid Athena’s head back and fixed a strap about her forehead, locking her in place with throat exposed and mouth accessible.

I pulled Paige aside. “What are you doing to her?” I asked.

“Evan, you are the most important part of this delivery,” the dark-haired doctor said, while adjusting her glasses.

“I am?” I asked and then I said: “I’ll do everything I can to assist you, Susan. Just tell me what I have to do.”

“You must snuff her,” Paige said coolly.

Athena’s eyes grew wide.

“What?” I asked.

“She is too weak to deliver. I’ve known for some time that it would be this way. I had hoped that she would be the first to make it through the delivery process. However, only pure adrenaline generated by the shock of a violent death can save the baby now. Do you understand, Evan?”

“You mean that… all the women that give birth here… all the mothers, they die?” I asked.

“Oh, yes,” she said, “they die, most horribly and painfully, but also beautifully and gloriously, bringing life into the world.”

My cock jumped and I smiled. “Tell me what to do,” I said.

Athena cried out, violently, from another contraction.

“Mount her face! Quickly!”

I did, swiftly positioning myself before Athena’s face, cock pointed toward her mouth. I let my cock hover at the entrance.

Athena mumbled, trying to protest.

“It’s okay, sweet baby,” I said as I smoothed her hair. “Our daughter will be fine, I promise!”

She cried out as another contraction hit her.

“Do it, now, Evan!” Paige hissed.

I pressed forward and took Athena’s throat with one smooth motion. Thrusting forward and pulling at her hair, I held her to me, tightly. I was in heaven; I was immersed in pure pleasure. Oh, god, she was so tight! Another contraction hit and I could feel the pressure as Athena bit at the gag, in agony.

“Push!” Paige said. And then, to me: “Fuck her face, hard!”

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