Filthy Game of the Rich

The Breaking Point

The room was dark and oppressive, filled with an air of cruelty that hung thick like a suffocating fog. Mailee's body ached, her mind a swirling vortex of pain and horror. The men had come in, one by one, their eyes devoid of humanity, their hands rough and unforgiving. Each took turns handling her, forcing her into different positions as they penetrated her with relentless brutality. Her cries fell on deaf ears as they played with her nipples, squeezing her breasts until she whimpered in pain. The thickness of each man's penis stretched her painfully, making her feel as though her body was being ripped apart from the inside.

Her body, despite the horror of the situation, reacted in ways that betrayed her. The natural lubrication that came with arousal was a cruel mockery of the agony she felt, a sickening reminder that her body had its own ways of coping, even when her mind screamed for it all to stop. Each man banged into her with such force that she could feel their seed being deposited deep inside her, filling her with a mixture of disgust and despair.

As the hours dragged on, Mailee began to experience sharp, relentless contractions. Each wave of pain was stronger than the last, her body seemingly betraying her as it pushed her toward what felt like an inevitable labour. But her cervix, still tight and unyielding, refused to cooperate, leaving her in a state of excruciating limbo.

When at last the men left, Mailee was a broken shell of herself, her body bruised and aching. But Victoria wasn't done with her. No, Victoria was never satisfied with half-measures. She cruelly switched to using a clitoral stimulator on Mailee, refusing to let her rest. The device buzzed against her most sensitive area, forcing sensations that Mailee's body could no longer distinguish as pleasure or pain.

Victoria, seething with anger, took her time editing the footage she had captured. She carefully selected the scenes where Mailee's moans could be heard, twisting them into something that could easily be mistaken for sounds of pleasure. When she was satisfied with her work, she sent the video to Sebastian, knowing full well the effect it would have.

Sebastian watched the video, his stomach turning as he saw Mailee being taken by different men, his favourite spots on her body violated by their hands and mouths. The disgust was immediate and overwhelming. Just as Victoria had anticipated, he couldn't unsee it. The woman he had once cherished was now tainted in his eyes, her body no longer the sanctuary it had once been for him.

Unable to contain his revulsion, Sebastian called Victoria. She answered with a smile, her voice sweet and syrupy as she put him on speaker.

"How can I help you, Sebastian?" Victoria asked, feigning innocence.

"The babies, Victoria," he replied coldly, his voice devoid of the warmth it once held.

Mailee's heart sank as she lay there, exhausted and in pain. He didn't even ask about her. Another wave of contractions ripped through her, drawing a pained gasp from her lips.

Victoria, sensing Mailee's despair, smirked. "Don't worry, everything is under control," she assured Sebastian. She turned to the black market doctor, who was monitoring Mailee with a detached professionalism.

"The twins' positions are correct," the doctor reported. "One has already engaged in descent." He stripped Mailee to monitor the babies' heart rates, his touch cold and clinical. "They're not in distress," he added before checking her cervix. "Still not ready, as expected. She could go another three to four days without help."

The doctor's eyes gleamed with malicious intent. "You could still play if you want to," he offered, his voice dripping with cruelty.

Victoria shook her head with a cold smile. "I've had my fun," she replied.

The doctor nodded, his demeanour shifting to something more clinical.

"Now that Sebastian has discarded her, I'm only focused on ensuring the girls are delivered safely."  Victoria placed her hand on Mailee's belly, "I don't want to waste any more time on her."

With that, Victoria left the room, leaving Mailee alone to endure the rest of her labour under the watchful eye of the black market doctor. The pain was unrelenting, the contractions coming faster and harder as the hours passed. But Mailee's heart was shattered, her spirit broken by the knowledge that Sebastian, the man she had loved and trusted, had turned his back on her.

As she lay there, the cold reality settled in—she was truly alone. *Victoria's cruel game has worked,* Mailee thought bitterly, *and now there's nothing left but the agonizing wait for the twins to be born.* Every contraction felt like a blow to her soul, each one a brutal reminder of the love she had lost and the nightmare she was trapped in. *How did it come to this?* she wondered silently, tears slipping down her cheeks. *How could I have believed in him, in us?*  she admitted to herself, her thoughts echoing in the emptiness around her. 

The doctor remained in the room. He monitored her closely, his face expressionless as he checked her vitals. The knowledge that she would have to endure this torment for days, possibly without any intervention, was enough to make her want to scream.

On second thoughts, Victoria returned to the room. She paused as she watched Mailee writhe in pain. *How could I let her off so easily?* she thought, her mind racing with dark possibilities. Mailee had been a thorn in her side for too long, and the idea of simply waiting for the twins to be born wasn't enough. She wanted Mailee to suffer, to pay for every moment she had dared to share with Sebastian.

An idea formed, twisted and cruel. She called for the doctor, her voice cold and commanding. "I want dilation insertions," she ordered, her eyes never leaving Mailee's trembling form. The doctor handed her the pills without hesitation.

Her eyes gleamed with malevolent intent as she approached Mailee, who lay exhausted and unaware of the horror about to unfold.

Victoria reached for a silicone rod, and without a word, placed the pills at Mailee's entrance.  Victoria started to push the rod penetrating her entrance until it reached Mailee's cervix, applying pressure with some pounding until the pills began to dissolve. Mailee moaned weakly, her body too drained to resist. Victoria pressed on, the rod pounding into Mailee's cervix with brutal force until the mixture melted completely, seeping into her walls. This was pain intensifying. Victoria's lips curled into a satisfied smile as she watched Mailee's torment. *This is what you deserve,* she thought.