Filthy Game of the Rich

The Quiet Cruelty

Victoria paced the room, her eyes occasionally flitting to Mailee who lay quietly on the bed, her face a mask of resigned acceptance. The midwife, a portly woman with a stern but professional demeanour, stood beside Mailee, flipping through the files she held.

"How long before the baby comes?" Victoria asked, her voice tinged with impatience.

"According to her file, Mailee is now at 36 weeks. It's best to let the medication and apparatus take their course, but I assure you, the baby will arrive before Mr Caldwell's return," the midwife replied, her tone reassuring.

Victoria chuckled softly, her gaze lingering on Mailee. "I guess it will remain exciting until I hold my baby boy."

As the midwife prepared the room, Mailee lay still, her body involuntarily reacting to the stimulation device the midwife had expertly placed. For a torturous fifteen minutes, Mailee's breathing became ragged, her skin tingling with a warmth that spread uncontrollably despite her fear. Her body betrayed her, responding with a confusing mix of discomfort and arousal. Victoria watched, a sadistic pleasure lighting her eyes as she observed Mailee's growing helplessness, her undergarments visibly dampening.

Victoria watched with sadistic pleasure, her eyes locked on Mailee's helpless form. Mailee's body, responding involuntarily to the device, began to react more intensely. Her breath hitched, her back arched, and soon her panties were damp, growing wetter by the minute as the stimulation continued. Thirty minutes had passed, and Victoria could see the signs of Mailee's impending climax.

The midwife, noticing Mailee's state, approached Victoria. "She's ready now," she said, reaching for a vial of medicine. "This will soften her cervix and prepare her body for labour. Victoria listened intently, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. The herbs in this concoction will spread quickly, ensuring a smooth transition when the time comes."

Satisfied with the initial response, the midwife turned to Victoria, holding a tube of specialized herbal medicine. "This will soften her cervix and prepare her body for labour," she explained, applying the herbal gel to the silicone device. She handed it to Victoria with a slight nod. "Would you like the pleasure of initiating the next phase?"

Victoria didn't hesitate. She took the device and, with a sadistic smile, thrust it into Mailee. Mailee gasped at the sudden intrusion, her body convulsing, fear mingled with an unexpected wave of pleasure, and she moaned involuntarily. With the touch of a button, the rod rubbed against her tight walls. The medicine caused a peculiar sensation as it rubbed against her sensitive walls. Mailee moaned, and fears continued mingling with involuntary pleasure.

The device worked relentlessly, pushing Mailee towards a climax that felt tighter and more intense than any she had experienced with Sebastian. The sensations intensified, her muscles tightening in response and she experienced a pleasure that was sharper, more intense than any she had felt with Sebastian. 

Victoria noticed this change, her fury barely contained as she increased the speed of the device and a clitoral stimulator to the mix. The midwife, observing Victoria's fervour, discreetly administered a small pill to Mailee. 

Victoria's eyes widened in concern. "What is that?" she demanded.

"Nothing to worry about, madam," the midwife replied calmly. "This will not harm the baby. It merely heightens the pain receptors, making the experience more... intense."

Victoria's worry melted away, replaced by a cruel smile. She watched as the session intensified as Mailee was about to succumb to another wave of climaxes. Mailee's body trembled, building towards another climax. The intensity was overwhelming, and Mailee, unable to control herself, submitted entirely to the sensation. Her body convulsed as she climaxed once more, the experience more intense than the last.

After an hour, the midwife finally stopped the session. "One hour is the maximum for now," she explained, carefully packing up the equipment. "The sessions will gradually increase in duration and intensity."

Victoria nodded in satisfaction. "Good. I want everything to be perfect when my baby is born."

The midwife helped Mailee clean up, checking her carefully. She was pleased with the results, noting how thoroughly the herbs had spread deeply through Mailee's birth canal. She reported back to Victoria, who walked over to Mailee, a sneer on her lips.

 "Just when I thought you were an innocent girl," Victoria said, her voice dripping with contempt, "but it turns out you're growing into a slut." she taunted, her words cutting through the tense air as she walked out of the room with the nanny.

With that, Victoria turned and walked out of the room, the nanny following closely behind. Mailee was left alone, her body aching, her mind a whirlwind of shame and confusion.

Mailee was left alone, the midwife ensuring she was comfortable and fed, maintaining a facade that hid the true nature of the treatment from the rest of the household. 

The midwife remained, ensuring Mailee was fed and cared for, her demeanour professional and distant. To the rest of the household, it seemed as though Mailee was simply nearing her due date, and it was merely the necessary precautions for a woman soon to deliver; only Victoria knew the extent of what 'precautions' entailed. No one suspected the truth of what was happening behind closed doors.

After the evening procedure, Mailee lay in bed, a growing discomfort gnawing at her lower belly. The sensation was different, more intense than the previous times. She felt a heavy pressure as if the baby had suddenly shifted lower, pressing down with an urgency that sent waves of anxiety through her. The discomfort turned into a dull ache, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was changing inside her.

The next morning, Victoria and the midwife returned to continue the procedure. As the midwife prepared the device, Victoria noticed something different about Mailee. When the device was inserted, it slid in deeper with significantly less resistance. Mailee's insides felt softer, more pliable, yielding to the intrusion in a way that hadn't happened before.

Victoria's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she observed the change. "She's softer inside," she remarked, her voice filled with a mixture of triumph and anticipation. The midwife nodded, a rare smile curling her lips.

"This is good news," the midwife said, her tone professional but pleased. "Her body is becoming more receptive. The medicine is working well, softening her cervix and preparing her for labor."

Victoria's smile widened at the midwife's words. "Based on her progress," the midwife continued, "we can increase the intensity. I suggest we make it two sessions today."Victoria's heart quickened at the thought. The idea of pushing Mailee further, of accelerating the process, filled her with a twisted sense of excitement. She nodded in agreement, her mind already racing with the possibilities of what the day would bring. The midwife, sensing Victoria's eagerness, began to prepare for the next phase, fully aware of what this meant for Mailee.