Filthy Game of the Rich

Pushing the Limits

The midwife's suggestion to increase the frequency of the sessions to three times a day was met with enthusiastic approval from Victoria. Mailee, however, felt a growing sense of dread. That evening, as she lay in bed, the pressure in her lower abdomen intensified, becoming almost unbearable. Her body began to betray her, with irregular contractions rippling through her, each one more alarming than the last. Fear gripped her heart. Was she going to have this baby without Sebastian by her side?

If Victoria had her way, Mailee would be discarded after the birth, a mere vessel no longer needed. Desperately, she hoped for Sebastian's return, praying that he would be there to witness the birth, or at the very least, to receive his child. His presence could be her only chance of staying by his side.

By the third day, the sessions had been ramped up to three times a day. Victoria, eager to accelerate the process, increased the intensity of the device, turning the knob higher with each session. The herbs were applied more liberally, and Victoria pressed the device with greater force, thrusting it into Mailee with sadistic pleasure. As the device penetrated deeper, Mailee's body responded instinctively. Her breath hitched, her skin flushed, and despite the pain, a surge of unwanted pleasure coursed through her. She arched her back, her body tightening around the device as it pushed against her cervix, triggering contractions that were becoming increasingly frequent.

Victoria's eyes glittered with satisfaction as she watched Mailee's involuntary reactions. "Be glad," she sneered, "that I didn't send for men to rob you of your chastity."

She left the room, leaving Mailee alone to deal with the aftermath of the brutal session. But Victoria wasn't done. Later that night, she returned, catching Mailee off guard. A wicked smile played on her lips as she addressed the midwife in Mailee's presence. "Is there a way to hasten the process further? Sebastian is cutting his trip short."

The midwife examined Mailee, her hands moving with clinical efficiency. After a moment, she nodded. "It's very possible."

Victoria turned to Mailee, her eyes cold and calculating. "Looks like we have to push your body to the limit."

Without hesitation, Victoria began positioning Mailee, arranging her body in a way that allowed easy access and seemed designed to facilitate labour. She attached a nipple stimulator to Mailee, the cold metal pressing against her sensitive skin. As she prepared the rest of the equipment, Mailee's confusion turned to panic. Victoria was positioning her as though she were about to give birth. Was it really happening now?

As if reading her thoughts, Victoria chuckled darkly. "Not yet, baby, but soon. Definitely not without some fun. And I want my son without you in the picture!"

The midwife began massaging Mailee's belly, her hands firm but surprisingly gentle. Mailee realized with horror that the midwife was turning the baby into the correct position, guiding it towards the birth canal. Victoria turned on the nipple stimulator, sending shocks of sensation through Mailee's body. The contractions resumed, irregular but powerful, and Mailee could feel the baby shifting inside her. At the same time, her body betrayed her once more, wetness pooling between her legs as the pleasure grew.

The midwife roughly checked her, satisfied with the progress. She prepared the device for Victoria, who was eager to begin. "It's going to be a fun and exciting night," the midwife assured her with a twisted smile.

As the device entered her again, Mailee's body was overwhelmed. The relentless stimulation pushed her towards climax, her vaginal muscles pulsing involuntarily. Each wave of pleasure was accompanied by stronger contractions, the baby bearing down as gravity aided in the process. Mailee's fear and panic heightened as she realized that Victoria was serious—they intended to bring this baby into the world in the shortest possible time.

An hour passed, but Victoria showed no signs of stopping. Mailee's body was pushed to its limits, consumed by the dual forces of pleasure and pain. Her mind raced with fear—this was really happening. They wouldn't stop until the baby was born.

Thirty minutes later, the midwife paused to check on Mailee, reapplying the herbs to further soften her cervix. She glanced at Victoria and gave a subtle nod. "The initial stage of active labour is about to start. Just a little more stimulation, and we'll be there."

Victoria's lips curled into an evil smile. "Perfect," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She leaned in closer to Mailee, her voice a cruel whisper. "Looks like we're going to meet my son very soon. And you, dear Mailee, will finally be out of the picture."

The midwife resumed her work, ensuring the baby was in the optimal position for delivery. Mailee, helpless and terrified, could only brace herself, knowing that Victoria's son will come soon.

Victoria plunged the device into Mailee with a force that made her gasp. The sudden impact sent shockwaves through her body as the device rammed against the wall of her cervix. Victoria, her expression devoid of any mercy, sneered down at Mailee and turned the settings to their maximum.

"Let's see how much you can take," Victoria said coldly, her voice dripping with malice.The intensity of the device's vibrations and the harsh stimulation coursed through Mailee's lower belly, spreading pain that mingled with an unbearable tightness. The contractions started almost immediately, each one gripping her abdomen with a fierce, unrelenting force.Mailee cried out, her voice breaking, "Please, stop... I can't take it!"

But Victoria only smiled cruelly, applying even more pressure, ensuring the device thrust deeper, harder, with each movement. "You don't get to decide when this ends," she replied, her tone devoid of sympathy.

Mailee's body convulsed in response, her muscles tightening involuntarily as the device assaulted her from within. The pleasure that had once been mixed with pain was now overpowered by the searing contractions that tore through her, each wave more intense than the last.

The climax that followed was unlike any Mailee had experienced before—an agonizing blend of pleasure and pain. Her body responded with sharp, pulsing contractions that wracked her frame, her vaginal walls tightening around the device as if trying to expel the source of her torment. But there was no relief, only the unyielding rhythm of the machine and the cruel force behind Victoria's hand.

Mailee's moans, once tinged with pleasure, were now filled with desperation and pain. "Please, stop... please," she begged, tears streaming down her face.

Each contraction felt like it was tearing her apart from the inside, the tightness in her lower belly becoming unbearable. Her body was betraying her, pushing her towards an unwanted climax even as the contractions signalled the onset of labour.

Victoria refused to relent, her hand steady as she continued the brutal assault. "You're almost there, Mailee. Just a little more, and we'll have my baby boy," Victoria taunted, her voice a mockery of comfort.

For an hour, Mailee was trapped in a cycle of torment under Victoria's merciless control. The pain grew more intense with every passing minute, her body writhing on the bed as contractions gripped her abdomen. It felt as though her body was tearing itself apart, yet the device never slowed, never eased.

Victoria watched with cold satisfaction as Mailee's body responded to her manipulation, fully aware of the pain she was inflicting. The contractions became more frequent, and more powerful, driving Mailee to the brink of exhaustion. But Victoria showed no signs of stopping, her focus solely on forcing Mailee's body into labour.

By the end of yet another hour, Mailee was barely conscious, her body trembling uncontrollably from the relentless pain and the violent contractions. Yet Victoria remained unmoved, her only concern the success of her cruel plan to hasten the birth.

"Don't pass out on me yet, Mailee. We're just getting started," Victoria whispered, her words sending a chill down Mailee's spine as the torment continued.