Filthy Game of the Rich

The Threshold of Pain

The room was heavy with tension, the dim light casting long shadows on the walls as the midwife prepared to check Mailee's progress. Without a word, she roughly inserted her fingers, feeling for any signs that the baby was coming. Mailee gasped in pain, her body tensing as the midwife's cold hands prodded her cervix.

"There's active dilation," the midwife announced, her voice devoid of emotion. "She's moving into active labour."

Mailee's body continued to convulse with each contraction, the pain now a constant companion. The midwife's words confirmed what Mailee already felt—the baby was coming. There was no stopping it now.

"Good," Victoria said, her tone laced with anticipation. "Let's move things along, shall we?"

The midwife nodded and applied another gel, this time with a more potent formula. She coated the device thoroughly before plunging it into Mailee with calculated force, directing it straight to the entrance of her cervix. The moment the device made contact, Mailee felt a searing burn, her body recoiling from the sudden onslaught of pain.

Fifteen minutes later, the pain intensified, spreading like wildfire through her lower belly. The contractions grew stronger, each one longer and more brutal than the last. Mailee's body began to bear down instinctively, her muscles contracting as if trying to push the baby out. She could no longer control the urge to push, her body taking over as the pressure built to an unbearable level.

Victoria watched with growing anxiety as Mailee's body started to exhibit the natural reflexes of childbirth. "Is this normal?" she asked, her voice tight with concern.

The midwife, calm as ever, nodded. "Everything is proceeding as it should. The baby will be safe as long as her water hasn't broken yet."

Victoria frowned, her mind racing. "But what about the medicine? Will it affect the baby when he's coming out?"

"The medicine will be cleared out by then," the midwife assured her. "You have nothing to worry about."

Relieved, Victoria walked over to Mailee, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of the woman who had become the object of her wrath. She nudged the device deeper into Mailee, eliciting another pained gasp. "This is a show just for you," Victoria whispered, her voice dripping with venom. "I believe this will teach you a lesson—to keep your claws away from my husband."

Mailee's body was on the brink of collapse, her mind a whirlwind of pain and confusion. The torture seemed endless as her body was pushed to its limits. The contractions became more intense, each one accompanied by a surge of excruciating pain that spread through her like a shockwave. Her vaginal muscles pulsed uncontrollably, tightening around the device in a desperate attempt to expel the source of her agony.

The urge to push was overwhelming, her body betraying her with every passing minute. The need to expel the baby grew stronger, but the device's relentless pounding kept her on the edge, amplifying the pain and the pleasure in equal measure. The climax that followed was unlike anything Mailee had ever experienced—a brutal, all-consuming wave that left her trembling and gasping for breath. Her body tightened with each contraction, the pressure mounting as if her insides were being torn apart.

Victoria watched with a twisted smile as Mailee writhed in agony, her pleasure derived from the sight of Mailee's suffering. "You think you can take what's mine?" Victoria hissed, pushing the device even deeper. "This is your punishment."

Mailee's body convulsed violently, her mind barely able to process the waves of pain and pleasure that crashed over her. The contractions became more frequent, each one bringing her closer and closer. But Victoria showed no mercy, determined to push Mailee to the very brink of her endurance.

With every pulse, every tightening of her muscles, Mailee's body seemed to scream for release, yet the torture continued. The urge to expel the baby was overwhelming, her body pushing harder with each contraction, but the device refused to let her find any relief.

"You'll remember this," Victoria whispered, her voice a chilling promise. "Every time you think about my husband, you'll remember this pain."

Victoria returned to her seat as Mailee continued to be exposed to night's torture, her body still wracked with pain as the baby continued its inevitable journey toward descending.

As Mailee's labour progressed rapidly, the midwife made sure to check on her every 15 to 20 minutes. With each visit, she ignored Mailee's desperate pleas for relief, treating her as though she were nothing more than a vessel for the child that Victoria so eagerly awaited. Victoria stood by, her expression cold and detached, her eyes fixed on Mailee's suffering with a sense of cruel satisfaction.

During one of the checks, the midwife roughly inserted her hand into Mailee, causing her to cry out in agony. The midwife's face lit up with excitement. "He's descending well and steady," she announced, her voice filled with disturbing enthusiasm. "Congratulations, Mrs. Caldwell."

Victoria's lips curled into a pleased smile, but a hint of worry crept into the midwife's voice. "The water bag is still intact," she murmured, more to herself than to Victoria. "Why hasn't it broken yet? It would be faster if it had."

Victoria frowned, her anxiety growing. "Why hasn't it? Will it slow things down?"

The midwife shook her head. "The process is already moving very fast, madam. There's been good progress, especially with the continuous 'stimulation.' It's only a matter of time."

With that, she picked up the device and stabbed it back into Mailee, ignoring the sharp gasp of pain that followed. The device plunged deep, striking against Mailee's cervix with relentless force. Another wave of extreme contractions hit, causing Mailee's body to convulse as the pressure within her built to a nearly unbearable level. Then, with a sudden, sharp pop, the water bag finally broke, releasing a gush of fluid that signalled the final stages of labour.

The midwife quickly removed the device and leaned in to check Mailee's progress. A smile spread across her face as she turned to Victoria. "Would you like to feel your prince's head? He's right there, ready to enter the world."

Victoria's eyes lit up with excitement. She quickly donned a pair of gloves and moved toward Mailee, her hands trembling with anticipation. As she reached out, she felt the soft, damp hair of her son's head just inside Mailee's body. The sensation sent a thrill through her, and she pressed her hand deeper, feeling the crown of her baby's head.

"He's coming," Victoria whispered her voice a mixture of awe and possessive pride. "My prince is almost here."