Birthed again – A sequel to Birth and Death
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Copyright Oggbashan September 2006
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
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Caroline is an artist. She uses an unusual form of media. Her speciality is giant inflatable figures with some animation.
Normally her creations have a serious theme. For Halloween the City Council had commissioned her to produce some inflatable witches to 'fly' across the square outside City Hall.
Caroline had persuaded me to try being rebirthed by her massive creation 'The Fertility Goddess'. Once I was inside, she had sealed the Goddess's labia with super glue, covered the whole body with a black body stocking and wrapped a skirt around it.
She had plugged the Goddess into a time switch and that would start the process of giving birth at eight o'clock when Caroline would be in front of a large crowd operating her flying witches for the town's Halloween celebration.
I was breathing through a snorkel tube. I was having difficulty because the Goddess's black satin panties and the body stocking's poppered crotch covered the end of the tube. What did that matter? Once the timer started the Goddess's mechanisms into action the contractions to give birth to me would crush me inside her plastic womb as her uterus couldn't open.
Why was Caroline determined to kill me? All I had done was persuade her to wear a seatbelt when pregnant. The car crash that had killed her partner had also killed Caroline's unborn baby – and she blamed me for that. Without her seatbelt Caroline would have died too. For a long time she had said that she would have preferred to die. I believed her.
I thought that she had recovered from the tragedy and had started working with her again. Now she had proved me wrong. Her Fertility Goddess was going to kill me and Caroline had even saved a letter of mine that could be interpreted as a suicide note.
I remember the last few minutes before she left:
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"Nick. I think you can hear me. This is a Goddess-sized body stocking. It has poppers in the crotch. I'm going to wriggle it inside the panties and shut those poppers. You could have done that from inside. Or should I say you would have been able to do that before I sealed the vagina with superglue?"
I shook my head as much as I could with the breathing tube in place.
"Too late now, Nick. You are inside and are not coming out. The Fertility Goddess will do her best to give birth to you. Her best won't be good enough."
I struggled as much as I could inside the plastic womb. I tried to rip the mittens off my hands.
"Sorry, Nick. I lied. That plastic is heavy duty. Even with your hands free you couldn't mark it."
Caroline watched my struggles as if they didn't concern her.
"Are you asking why?"
Of course I was but I was securely gagged.
"If you hadn't insisted on me wearing a seat belt my baby might have lived and I would have had a reminder of Ivan. Your insistence killed my baby. I want you to know how my baby felt, crushed to death in my womb."