The Pregnant Ride Pt 07

This is the final installment to the story of Wanda and Malin in "The Pregnant Ride!" I would like to thank you my dears for challenging me to develop the original concept. Warning to my regular readers: This is erotic horror. It's MUCH darker than I'm usually comfortable with writing.

Links to earlier parts are in my story list. If you would like to followup with the Church of Dionysus,

Orgasmic Countdown

takes you to a later manifestation with Zibi's erotic adventure!

Wanda couldn't believe she was just going back to work as if everything was normal. That she hadn't been enslaved, claimed by two men in security, and had more sex over the past two days than over the past couple of years.

She stood with another early morning worker waiting for their escort vehicle provided by the Church of Dionysus. Malin said he was assigned to deliveries during breakfast. After Cecil walked her to the pickup area, he left saying he was back on camera installation. When Imun appeared with the escort vehicle, Wanda considered turning around and leaving. But one of the guards grabbed her upper arm and roughly pushed her into the back of the car. Cecil and Malin had refused his demands to have sex with her; he insisted he was owed.

At their first stop, Wanda attempted to open the pedestrian side door to let the church member out to work. That's when she discovered the doors were locked to passengers. Imun got out and opened the worker's door instead, letting the man out of the car on the traffic side. Then he rapidly shut the door as if Wanda was going to try and jump out.

She kept her eyes on the landscape as he drove towards her worksite, a large warehouse on the edge of town. She could see out of the side of her eyes that he was watching her half as much as he watched the road. When they passed her workplace and he turned off on a nearby rural side road, her heart rate jumped. "You missed the entrance," she said. There was no response. She didn't see any cameras in the vehicle, but based on his silence, she knew they were there.

Pulling off the road, he popped the hood and the trunk before getting out. She focused on her breathing watching him as he propped them up as high as they could go. To obscure the cameras. She realized he was going to guide her to the front or the back of the vehicle to attack her. She wanted the back.

Imun opened her passenger door and ordered, "Get out."

She looked up at him and asked, "Looking for a quickie?" She swung her feet out and grasped the side of the car to help her stand in a show of frailty.

He crinkled his eyebrows expecting more resistance. "I'm owed that pussy," he snapped after shutting the door. She guessed they were out of microphone range.

Turning towards the trunk, Wanda glanced at the open space within and spotted a tire iron. "Leaning over there for support is better for me." Stepping closer to the tire iron, she added, "You know Malin and Cecil are going to be pissed off."

"I don't care," Imun told her. "Strip."

He was watching her too closely. So she reluctantly unzipped her coveralls. When it fell to her knees, Imun snagged her pants and tugged, taking her underwear with them. "I don't want this," Wanda warned him.

He grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to bend over. "That's how I like it," he growled.

Still holding her in place, he pulled open his pants letting his cock free. Then for just a moment as he lined himself up to her channel and pressed, his hand on her neck relaxed.

Wanda yanked up the tire iron and just as he breached the tip of his cock into her. She swung around and hit him in the head as hard as she could. He fell to the ground, dazed but not unconscious. He put his arms up defensively for the next swing at his head. She couldn't move much with the clothes bunched around her ankles, but she swung and hit him in the balls. As he curled up, she swung again and hit him in the back of the skull. He collapsed into dead weight. She didn't care if he was alive or dead as she frantically pulled up her clothes and rearranged them.

Struggling to pull her brain out of the adrenaline rush, she surveyed the situation. Sitting on the ground to brace herself and pushing Imun's body under the car with her feet, she decided to walk to work, leaving the hood and trunk wide open as they were so there was nothing for the cameras to pick up. Taking the tire iron with her as she walked, she waited until the car was out of sight before she tossed it into the nearby open field.

Then she finished the remaining mile to her work. For half of that distance, she kept her arms wrapped around herself. She considered calling the police when she arrived at work. The thought made her stop in her tracks as she realized what her nose knew about Malin and Cecil. She shook her head miserably and resumed walking. For the remainder of the walk, she grimly focused on putting one foot in front of the other and thinking through the familiar tasks she expected for the day. Entering the warehouse's fence at the pedestrian gate, she looked up at the clock and sighed. She was going to catch flak from being a few minutes late. And she was shaking.

Of course the supervisor was waiting for her as she clocked in. He didn't say anything, but she could tell he planned to make a note on her performance review. Walking to the break area, she looked around blankly. So much insanity had occurred since she was last at work. And she had just fought off a rape attempt. Emotionally, she recognized she was a complete wreck. There was no way she would be able to focus. At least her shakes were starting to taper off. She missed the safety talk, but she was in time for the work assignments. As their jobs for the day were being handed out by the team lead, she volunteered for the forklift task that required the least amount of thought. The lead looked at her quizzically when she did.

Wanda was two hours into her mindless task, just moving product for staging, when she spotted the supervisor step between high piled stacks. An activity he'd told everyone not to do. In her peripherals, she also noticed another forklift driver in the area move in rapidly to grab the stack in a moving sweep. Cursing, she backed up at full speed and ran her vehicle right into the other driver's. The stack, partially caught, shifted and tumbled over. The supervisor jumped out of the area with a scream. He would have been crushed if Wanda hadn't been there.

In the aftermath, she was yelled at for causing an accident. By the supervisor. When finally given the opportunity to respond, Wanda explained why she acted. The supervisor said that the cameras weren't working, so there was no proof. As the management decided to investigate, Wanda was told to go home. Returning to the break area, she looked at the phone for employee use. She didn't know what number to call for a pickup with the church. Then she reflected, she didn't want to be picked up. Sighing, she walked outside and headed to the bus stop.

Sitting on the bench in the shade, Wanda put her head in her hands. She probably just lost her job as well as any possibility of a good reference for a new one. And she was in big trouble. Imun was probably dead. She could have taken the church's car, but they would have found her and picked her up in mere hours. She could have started walking. Ditto. Hitched a ride. Same result. A bus pulled up, but she waived at the driver to keep moving. The driver waived back and pulled out. She could have taken that bus. Same end. She could have called the police from the work office and filed a report. But she recognized now what attracted her about Malin and Cecil in their scent. It meant that the police were no refuge whatsoever. The effort would be interpreted correctly as an escape attempt. Laying down on the bench, she sighed and closed her eyes. The more she confused any inquiry, the better. With her arm buffering her head from the bench's hard surface, she relaxed. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen, so she may as well rest up to prepare for dealing with it.

Malin was well into his shift when his radio called, "Malin. Monitoring Room." Worried, he rapidly walked to the security building and headed to the room where all the property's cameras fed.

The camera view just showed an empty car, rural land on either side, and the front and back view obscured by the hood and trunk. "Your woman's escort vehicle hasn't moved for an hour," the security man told him. Backing up the video, he played the last recording of Imun.

Malin watched Imun's coercion of Wanda, his vision turning red edged. "I'm going to check it out," he growled.

He stormed out into the hallway to come face-to-face with Cecil. Who couldn't enter the Monitoring Room. His security clearance had been pulled when his ex tried to flee. He must have heard Malin get called in and worried.

Malin made a quick calculation, and said, "Come on." His voice vibrated with his fury, "Imun attacked Wanda, but there's nothing on the cameras." The two of them together had a better chance at holding down Imun and sending him to the hospital. Preferably in a coma.

As they pulled away from the church, another radio call came in for Malin. "The police are at the vehicle now. Imun is dead. Wanda is missing." Cecil's face turned pale as he looked at Malin.

"She's at work," Malin rumbled. "There's no way she would've run."

"Did she check in for work?" Cecil asked the radio operator. His voice was strained.

There was a pause, then the response, "Affirmative."

He closed his eyes, relieved. "Give me Wanda's work address," Cecil ordered.

As Malin drove, Cecil decided it was time to straighten Malin out on the woman they had claimed. Wanda's mental state was going to be rough. "I'm not faulting you for shooting for twins, but you should have told her before."

Malin took one hand off the wheel and attempted to slug Cecil. "Not now."

Blocking him, Cecil gestured to the road, "You're swerving."

As Malin straightened out, Cecil continued, "Yes now. She's got trust issues."

Malin attempted to slug Cecil again.

Cecil blocked him and said, "You're swerving again."

Malin straightened out while grumbling. "Cecil. Just...don't talk to me until we get her."

Cecil looked down at the map. "Turn right here."

As it happened, the police were entering the gated area to Wanda's warehouse just ahead of them. So Malin didn't even have to pause to enter.

Looking out the window, Cecil spied a familiar form at the bus stop. His heart beat rapidly that they were just in time. She hadn't officially gone out of bounds to be condemned as a runner. He called, "Malin! She's not inside! Look right there. She's waiting to catch a bus."

Malin swung the wheel while jamming on the emergency break for the front tires, sending them into 180 degree spin to a stop.

Cecil jumped out of the car just a beat behind Malin. She hadn't boarded a bus to leave yet, but it didn't look good. They might be able to salvage the situation.

"WANDA!" Malin yelled, storming towards her. The absolute worst thing for her to do would be to try and run, regardless of the provocation.

Wanda sat up, but she made no move to approach them. Watching her as they rapidly closed the distance, Cecil registered her slumped shoulders and sluggishly miserable gaze. He snagged Malin's shoulder and said, "Careful. You fuck this up, and she won't want you anymore."

Malin swallowed his angry tirade about the pointlessness of escaping as he strode the last few steps to her. Her expression was tight as she regarded him. She was fighting the urge to cry. Cecil knelt next to her and silently pulled her into his arms. Her face twisted in anguish and tears began to fall. Shaking and sniffling, she grasped Cecil's uniform shirt. Malin petted her head and realized what word described the unusual woman he'd found: Stoic. She was the exact opposite of the Church of Dionysus. Snagging her the way he did, on the day she arrived, saved her from abuses her temperament would have subjected her to. He hadn't been able to protect her from Imun, but at least he'd done that right.

As she pulled back from Cecil, quieting, Malin sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She was surrounded by him and Cecil for a moment, outside of microphone range. Cecil took the lead, "Malin said you wouldn't run away from us. Why are you here?"

Wanda sighed and rubbed her running nose on her coveralls. "Nowhere to go. Had an accident at work. They told me to go home. And Malin warned me what happens if you run."

After Cecil's ex had tried to run away, he had carried himself with a perpetually haunted look in his eyes for a whole year. That look came back, worrying Malin. But Cecil continued, "What happened to Imun?"

Wanda closed her eyes. Malin and Cecil tensed, "He started forcing me. I stopped him."

Malin studied her. She opened her eyes, but kept her gaze down. Marshal, his friend in security, had been right that she was sneaky. Imun could easily have overpowered her. She had to have caught him off guard.

Cecil spoke low, "Listen to me. You can't tell the police that. Malin said the camera footage was inconclusive." Wanda looked at Malin's shirt, unable to lift her eyes to his. "Tell them Imun had sex with you, and then told you to walk to work as he jerked himself off."

Malin added, "They'll ask if you saw anyone. Or anything. Tell them you didn't."

Wanda nodded absently. They all fell silent. Only the rush of traffic broke the quiet between them. Cecil's haunted look slowly faded to a tense focus as he watched Wanda's stiff shoulders relax.

Then Cecil lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "I've fallen in love with you." Wanda's hand grasped his tightly. He smiled briefly, adding, "And Malin wants to kick my ass for forcing him to share you."

Malin urged her to turn her head at that moment and kissed her deeply. Neither of them saw Cecil's eyes darken sadly as he looked over their shoulders at the approaching police.

"Time to swirl down the drain," he sighed just before the police told them to walk to the warehouse for questioning.

They were led inside the warehouse's office space into an empty room. First Malin was taken away by a police officer. Then Wanda. And then Cecil. As Wanda sat with Malin's arm around her while they waited for Cecil, he kissed her. After a few minutes, he gradually kissed along her jaw to her ear. Then he paused and very, very, quietly, prompted, "What questions were you asked?" He bit her ear.

Wanda blinked, as she tucked her head and grimaced in discomfort. Grabbing his head and biting his ear in return, she paused to murmur, "He's one of you."

Meaning, the questions were just enough to get her released. Malin swallowed hard. He'd never seen the investigating policeman before. He had to double check. Licking along her neck to her other ear, he asked, "Sense of smell?"

She nodded. "You and Cecil."

A different police officer then opened the door and told them they were done. She and Malin were led from the waiting room to outside where Cecil was standing a ways away. The police officer Wanda was referring to took Wanda by her upper arm and led her to his car. "I'm taking her back. You two will be escorted behind me in the church vehicle."

Cecil watched the surrounding officers warily. Two moved in on him and Malin with handcuffs. "Turn around," they were ordered. Wanda watched them get arrested from the police car, frowning.

Cecil and Malin were pushed forward to walk back to the church car near the front of the property's fence. Very quietly, Cecil said, "We're going to be punished for this." The officers trailing them were talking to the officer in the car and didn't notice.

Malin said, "Wanda found our mole."

Cecil stumbled muttering, "Her sense of smell. Son of a bitch. Malin, call in an extraction."

Malin replied, "That's the problem."

Cecil inhaled shakily. "They're going to break me this time. After the detention, you'll be given the chance to leave. If you don't, you'll die." He was warning Malin that he could only hold out so long before they got exposed as undercover police.

"Shut up if you know what's good for you," one of the officers behind them said with a shove.

When their caravan drove up to the church, no security was around. Guards from detention awaited Malin and Cecil. Wanda saw them watching her in the police car as they were marched off. Cecil's lips moved, in which she could read his saying, 'Love you'. Malin didn't say anything, but she read his expression. He had every intention of coming to get her. She pressed her hand against the back window as they moved out of sight.

A few minutes later, a security guard appeared and opened the police car door. She recognized him as Malin's friend, Marshal. The one he had helped to claim the woman in the maze. "We're going to the Father's compound," he told her. The police officer simply shut the door and drove away as Marshal secured his grip around her upper arm.

"You were destined to be mine when I seeded you," the Father gloated after a lengthy speech reveling in his megalomania. Marshal had his hand over Wanda's mouth, signaling for her to not reply to anything. "Strip her and leave her in the shackles," the Father ordered with a kindly inflection to the room at large. He flicked his hand in the direction of one of his handmaidens, directing her.

The handmaiden brilliantly smiled at the Father. Wanda blinked at the sinister beauty of her expression. Marshal removed his hand from Wanda's mouth and secured her upper arm in his grip. She was roughly pulled down a side hallway and jammed into a room with restraints dangling from above. "Strip her," the handmaiden ordered. As he moved, Wanda struggled to douse her mortification in the reminder of Imun with the act. The man's heart was claimed, she knew. Any incidental touch of his hands was impersonal, functional.

The woman kissed Wanda on the mouth as she stood there with her coveralls being tugged off. Licking Wanda across her lips, she asked, "He kissed you here?"

Wanda was instantly confused and didn't reply. Marshal dragged her to the shackles, making her walk out of her pants, pooled at her feet. He pressed against Wanda as he closed the first restraint around her wrist. He spread her hand wide so that when he finished and moved to the other side, it was actually loose, like a tight bracelet. With her other arm held up in his grip, he paused to look meaningfully into her eyes. Then he put her free hand into the other restraint in the same manner.

"Leave, brother," the woman ordered. Marshal turned and left without a backward glance.

The woman circled Wanda. Now that they were alone, her bearing slowly drifted to increasingly hostile with each turn around her. "For as much as I hate Cecil, I think I hate you more." Then she slapped Wanda across the face. "Cecil was supposed to come with me in our devotion to the Father!" the woman yelled. "Our love was to love Him! Cecil refused His love!"

She studied Wanda for a full minute, pacing in a circle around her. Then she laughed. "But you'll convince him this time, I'm sure. I'll get him back in, servicing the Father. HE said it would be so."

Relaxed, she produced a knife which had been concealed in her dress, "I'm so excited you'll be joining our family, Sister."

The woman was insane. And armed. Wanda desperately yanked her wrists free of the shackles, and to her complete surprise, they came free with deep bloody scratches. She was too slow to block the first slice to her arm. But as she brought down her arm, she trapped the crazed woman's knife for just a second near her armpit. As the woman tugged to pull it free, Wanda punched a knuckle into her eye. Screaming, she let go of the knife and buckled over in pain. Wanda dropped her elbow into the back of the woman's skull. Her cries cut off abruptly as she collapsed to the ground. Then she started having a seizure.