I didn't have to wonder long, soon, within days, my breasts were heavy and my belly was growing almost visibly. My rapist stopped his visits and I spent my time eating and sleeping. I was ravenous, I couldn't eat enough to keep up with my own appetite. I spent a lot of time in a sort of daze, trying not think about the squirming, hyperactive thing that grew inside me now.
I didn't have to put up with it for long -- in what seemed like an astonishingly short time, my belly was a massive thing, my breasts started to leak milk and then one night, or day, hard to tell in that place, I started contracting.
I squatted on the floor of the room and in between frighteningly powerful contractions I wept and sobbed and screamed, I was terrified and in pain and all alone as I pushed the thing out of me, it came in a flood of fluid and blood, and I just knew that my body had torn to let it out. It was huge, bigger than a new-born should be. It was covered with shiny black scales and it hands were long fingered clawed things. It was a boy, it's penis as scaled as the rest of it. It wailed, sat up and then began to pull on its own umbilical cord.
I watched it, unable to move as it pulled and jerked the cord, then I screamed as the after birth came away. The creature, my child, opened its mouth, revealing sharp little teeth and began to devour its own placenta. It was like a car crash, I couldn't look away. When it had finished, little strips of flesh hung from the corners of its mouth and what was left of its cord began to shrivel and retract into its body. It began to look around. Before I knew what was happening, it had clawed its way up my body and taken my nipple in its mouth. I tried to push it off, but it was latched on there so tightly that I knew, if I tried to pull it off, it would take some of my breast with it. I lay still for a while and then wobbled into the shower, monstrous baby still attached and suckling lustily. A dribble of pink tinted milk leaked from the other breast, I was no expert on childbirth and breast feeding, but I knew that my milk shouldn't be pink. Once I was dry I staggered back to the bed and I think I entered a kind of stupefied waking coma. Every so often, the baby would transfer to the other breast, every so often I would get up and eat something, but no thoughts crossed my minds, except the one that I had finally gone mad.
Later, in the darkened room, the rapist came back. I wasn't bound, I suppose he knew by now that I was subdued and wouldn't fight or struggle. He snapped something heavy to my wrist and then pushed me onto my back, the creature-baby still attached to my breast. He used his knees to spread my legs and entered me with a hard thrust that made me jerk and scream. He bent down and took my spare breast in his mouth and suckled while he raped me, while he spilled another load of his seed into me. I hardly cared. This time though, once he had finished raping me, he stood there, in the dark and said, "Whennnn you haaave deliverrrrred a ferrrtile femmmale, you will earn yourrrrr fffreedommm."
I trembled, his voice was deep and sounded as though it came from a mouth not used to making words. The words themselves were drawn out sounds, carefully made so that I would understand.
He came back a few hours later and kept coming until my belly grew again. The thing he had clasped to my wrist turned out to be a heavy gold bangle, try as I might, I couldn't get it off, it was too tight to go over my hand and I couldn't see how it opened. One night he came and took the baby away. Though it could hardly be called a baby anymore, it was about the size of an eight year old. A few nights after that I had the second baby, another boy, latched on and suckling. This one was smaller and not as heavily scaled. But it was just as monstrous. It grew as fast as its brother had and when its father returned to rape me again it watched with interest. The rapist clasped a second gold bangle to my wrist.
Sometimes he flipped me over and held me up by the hips as he penetrated me, sometimes he lay on top of me, sometimes he pulled me to the edge of the bed and drove himself into me while he stood. I cared little. I no longer dreaded his cock, my body had stretched beyond belief, where I was once tight, I now gaped and sagged. My breasts were huge pendulous things, constantly full of milk, my belly a saggy baggy thing, waiting for the next baby to stretch it again.
Before long it was stretching again and as before, he came and took the baby from my breast a few days before the new one forced its way out of my body. The third one was also a boy, I cried as it crawled up my body and took my swollen breast in its mouth and started suckling. When he came to impregnate me again, he put another of his bangles on my wrist, I lay there, the creature that had crawled out of my womb sucked at one breast, the creature intent on putting another baby in my womb suckled the other and I closed my eyes and tried my best to lose my reason.
Weirdly, I longed to become pregnant again, because at least that meant he would leave me alone for a time. It didn't take long and the fourth was a girl, I was overjoyed, thinking that finally I'd be released from this prison of perpetual rape and torment. She was as large as her bothers had been and as heavily scaled. She suckled and grew as I sat and ate or slept or showered or simply sat and stared into space.
It occurred to me that much more time had passed after this birth than the others and I still had not been visited by the rapist again. The baby at my breast grew incredibly fast. Before long she was as big as an eight year old and starting to babble. Despite myself, I started to babble back and she began to talk. She explored the room and sampled the food, her long tongue flicking out to taste everything before she put it in her mouth. She ate an enormous amount, but more always appeared in the night. Soon she was suckling less and less and my breasts began to dry up and shrink back. I passed the days by telling the girl stories and teaching her how to count and spell.
One day, he reappeared, called to the girl, and disappeared with her. I had been terrified of her and repulsed by her, but now that she was gone, I missed her. I felt as alone as ever. A while after that, he appeared and allowed me to see him, for the first time. I wish he hadn't. I screamed, though at that stage, I don't know how I had a scream left in me.
He was completely scaled with shiny black ovoid scales, even his eyelids were scaled. And his eyes, my God, they were completely black, no whites showed at all. His head had no hair, just a ridge of raised scales down the middle like a Mohawk that continued down his spine. He was over seven feet tall and heavily muscled with a broad chest and heavy thighs, when I saw what hung between his thighs I screamed again. I watched as it grew erect, a penis as big as my arm with a round purple head bigger than my fist. It pulsed and throbbed as it grew, tiny scales stood out along its length and a thick pulsing vein ran the length of the underside of it. Pre-cum began to seep from the slit and I whimpered.
He grinned at me, and extended a long thin tongue, "Youuu havvve donnne welllll. Theee sssservant wasss righttt to bring youuuu to meee, sssso verrry fertile, sssuch a gooood Mamaaa. Nowww isss theee timmme forrrr theee rewarrrd."
I shrank back, but he was relentless, there was no point in fighting such a huge creature as he, but I struggled, I really did. He pulled me to the end of the bed, so that my ass hung over it and I braced myself to be impaled by that horror show cock again, but instead he crouched down and put his head between my legs. The black tongue flicked out and snaked its way up my body, curling over itself and finally coming to a halt on my left breast, where it curled around my nipple and squeezed, lightly, but rhythmically. It stretched across my body and did the same to the other breast, it wasn't unpleasant, but I was shocked when both nipples hardened and the squeezing tongue caused a sliver of pleasure to run down my body and land in my belly, when it lodged.
While his tongue was busy, he began to nibble at my inner thighs with those strange, cold scaled lips, the nibbling distracted me and I hardly noticed when he pushed my legs apart and brought his mouth to my vulva. The dry, cool, scaled lips kneading the flesh of my outer lips. I squirmed away, but he held me fast with his hands. The cool slender tongue unwound itself from my nipples and retracted to his mouth, he used it to part my lips and find my clit, where it flicked and squeezed relentlessly until that too became to harden and send pleasure signals out to the rest of my body, forcing the terror to abate and subside. I'd never felt anything like it, that quick flick of the tongue, but I liked it and I found I had no choice but to allow my body to accept this new sensation.
