The Pregnant Ride Pt 03

This continues the story of Wanda and Malin in "The Pregnant Ride!" More scenes of debauchery are coming, my dears. I'll be tee'ing them up, sex scene by sex scene. Warning to my regular readers: This is erotic horror. It's MUCH darker than I'm usually comfortable with writing.

Part 1 is here: https://www.literotica.com/s/the-pregnant-ride

Part 2 is here: https://www.literotica.com/s/the-pregnant-ride-pt-02

"This section always attracts the psychopaths," Malin told her, gesturing at the view of the swingers party he had selected. The camera sighted down a line of stalls like for horses, but occupied by women. After a quick scan, Malin raised a set of views of the one stall where Wanda wanted to recoil from the most. The woman was restrained to the floor by a chain attached to her neck. Something was attached to her mouth with a tube running from it. An expression of pain pulled at her eyebrows and eyes. A man was fucking her, but the angle was wrong. Wanda decided he must be pounding her ass. Another man seated on a comfortable chair, who looked like her partner, was stroking himself but his erection was limp as he watched. Two men who had been hanging back approached him.

Malin snagged Wanda's chin, making her look away from the screen. "Her husband jerked himself off to banned porn and can't get it up anymore. I don't want you to see this." Wanda didn't want to see it either, but it wasn't like there was anywhere else to look in the security room he'd dragged her off to. After studying her face, Malin pulled off his shirt, wrapped it around her head and secured the ends. "Are you comfortable, my silent one?"

Comfortable? Hardly. She had dried cum all up and down the inside of her legs, she stank of sex, and she was perched on a low stool that she had to curl her legs under for sitting this long without a cramp. "The shirt isn't bothering me," she finally answered.

Malin huffed in amusement, snagged her hand and put it on his thigh. "Keep your hand right there."

"...Cost you," a man's voice said.

"We paid the entrance fee," another man's voice argued.

"Whores don't fuck for free," was the response from the man, who Wanda now assumed was the husband's voice.

"That's your kink, huh? Alright. Five credits, and I can do whatever I want."

"Whores will take at least a 100 for that," he argued.

"Yeah, but they clean up between. I'll be getting, what, sloppy fourths here?"

"Deal."

After a while, another man's voice spoke up. "I'll pay you a credit to piss on her while he fucks her."

"Deal." Wanda could hear an eagerness and a lower tone to the husband's answer. That turned him on. Or something was turning him on. She started to hear gasping. She squeezed Malin's thigh nervously. That sounded really wrong.

Wanda heard the radio click. "Red alert. I want a full crew in Stall 2," Malin said into the radio, his voice authoritative and tense. He grasped her hand on his thigh hard.

Flesh was slapping against flesh and the first man's voice rumbled, "I'll let you breathe when I cum, whore."

Just as Wanda started to hear the spray of a water stream, another male voice burst through, louder than all the others, "This scene is over. Release the woman now and line up against the wall."

"I paid..." whined the man who was pee'ing.

Malin's hand spasmed. A series of meaty punches and grunts of pain and yells of "OVER THERE" and "DON'T" in a brawl echoed. And a weird broken scream. Malin's grasp relaxed and he slid his fingers between Wanda's.

"She can breathe," a new voice stated. Wanda heard a heavy bang of flesh against wood. A moving metal chain. "Get her to the infirmary."

"Mr. Diamond, Mr. Guerro, and Mr. Johnson, you are all detained." A chorus of men's voices objected, cut off suddenly with meaty slaps. "You signed the legal agreements. We have the contracted authority."

Malin muttered, "If there's ever an uprising here, the lawyers are going to be first against the wall."

Wanda laughed softly at his unexpected humor.

The sound quieted; all she heard was just them breathing in the room, and she realized Malin had turned off the audio. Releasing her hand, he pulled his shirt off her head, and her eyes instantly looked at the screen. The view of the stalls was gone. Malin snagged her chin making her look at him.

As he studied her, she decided to speak first, "You okay?"

He smiled, warming her inside. "I am now," he answered, letting go of her chin.

She had no idea how to take that. So she kept talking, "You saved her life. What happens to the men attacking her?" While he put his shirt back on, she appreciated the view of his chest. He wasn't very hairy, but he was strong.

His grin had disappeared, and Wanda shuddered at the cold expression replacing it. He turned to the screens saying, "The one choking her is going to be put in isolation with sissy porn gradually shifting to auto-erotic choke porn. Then we'll release him. Family will find him dead from self-inflicted asphyxiation within a week."

She shivered as he brought up the image of an emaciated man pacing, extremely distressed. "Our Father decided the Church should open a drug-rehab program. What you're looking at is a tweaker whose dose has been gradually reduced, but he can get a temporary hit by doing one thing. And...there he goes." She saw the druggie hit a button. Then a panel opened. As he fidgeted unhappily, watching the opening, she leaned forward slightly wondering what was inside. Then a soft erection emerged. It was a glory hole. She pulled back sitting up straight as the druggie, anger and anguish written across his face, dove for cock and began sucking on it with fervor. As he pulled back his mouth, focusing on wrapping his tongue around the tip, Wanda experienced a burst of arousal from the raw carnal act. "He's a straight man sucking dick," Malin continued. The druggie started deep-throating. And Wanda was decidedly turned on.

Then the view switched to a different scene. This man was naked, healthier looking but still sickly, thrusting into an open panel. Malin commented, "This is how a straight tweaker deals with sucking cock once the hit is over." The druggie's face was dark and furious as he violently jerked his hips. Wanda wondered if she was looking at the other side of the glory hole, but then Malin told her, "He's pounding a guy's ass. A man in detention is on the other side. This is where the other two are headed."

The view flipped to a man bent over with his hips secured to the wall. He was attached to a half-massage bench, his arms handcuffed and secured above his head, trapping him in that position. In the camera view of his face, he looked weirdly euphoric but wide-eyed in terror as his head jerked with the pounding he was getting. Wanda spied a gold necklace on him and realized he must be another customer who got cross-wise with the rules. "We make sure they enjoy it with aphrodisiacs, which is one of the psych wounds Father loves inflicting, and we keep copies of these recordings to give them when released."

Malin pointed at another camera view from above. There were two screens displaying to the man two views of what was going on. One showed the body of the man pounding into him from the neck down. The other view showed his ass, the cock penetrating it as he got fucked. The man's expression tensed with ecstasy and horror, and Wanda shivered as he came. Another view showed him shooting his load a good distance. She was definitely turned on by the sight. "He's going to do that one more time before the ass fucking's over," Malin said.

Then the view flipped to a man on a ladder. He was dressed in security's blue. "See the scar on this man's hand? The grey at his temples?" Wanda nodded through some mental whiplash, wondering what terrible thing was going on here. "This is Cecil. He's the man you fucked before me. And he's the only man I'll be okay with you fucking if you have to do it, and I'm not around." She shifted her gaze from the screen to Malin's unhappy, tense face.

Wanda had no idea what situation she was going to find herself in, making this order necessary. "Yes, Malin," she told him, worried. She turned her gaze back to the man, the other possible father of her baby. He was stocky, rather hairy. It was odd how her memory instantly brought up his scent as she looked at him.

"He shoots blanks, Wanda. The baby's mine," Malin flatly stated, derailing her thoughts. Wanda's eyes jerked back to him in surprise. "I refuse to believe the Father got enough of his cum into you to compete." Wanda sure hoped so, too.

"One last thing you need to know before we're back in range of the cameras," he began. Wanda looked up at him trying to gauge his expression. His face was tense, brows lowered, eyes capturing hers to emphasize the point he was about to make. "Father's handmaidens all tried to leave. Then he gave them his personal attention." Wanda shivered. The women waiting hand, foot, and dick on the leader of the Church of Dionysus were zealots. That they began with trying to escape was chilling. Malin's warning was delivered, loud and clear.

Malin called in a replacement at that point. He explained while they waited, "After a red alert incident, camera monitors get the rest of their shift off. Before that became the rule, we nicknamed this duty the 'psycho-maker'." He helped Wanda stand up and held onto her arm as he scanned through various views of people engaged in a dizzying variety of sex acts.

As Wanda absently stared at the screens, she thought about what Malin was telling her. At least for now, he was making sure her baby was his. After that though, she had no clue except that this place was a loony bin, and she had to get out of here. And the one person who would probably react the worst to her trying to escape was the one who was working the hardest to protect her in here. His grip on her arm was solid, but he wasn't hurting her. Wanda's heart beat harder, and she warmed with arousal as fear and lust collided while she thought about him. Malin.