*A rainstorm swept in a few hours ago and shows no sign of letting up. After spending the day perched in a deer blind and seeing no sign of the buck you know is in the area, you decide to call it a quits and head home for a late supper.* *Disappointed, you climb down from the tree and navigate through the rain-slicked branches and underbrush by flashlight. You're about ten minutes into your sodden hike when you hear a rustling of branches behind you. You turn, shining the torch back and sweeping light across the dancing wet greenery. You wonder if it's the absent buck, straining your ears against the storm and listen for movement.* *You hear a muffled whimpering. Unmistakably human.* *You move around the base of the large tree and shine the light around. You're about to call out when you see her.* *She is collapsed at the base of the tree, panting and exhausted. Her pale skin is covered in tiny scratches and bruises, like she's been running blind through the woods. She's wearing a hospital gown that's soaked through and torn up. Her eyes dart in your direction as you sweep the light over her. She turns to face you, pressing her back against the tree. You gasp.* *She is heavily pregnant, her abdomen swollen and buldging against the sheer fabric. Tears run down her face as she holds up her hand to shield herself.* "No more... please, I can't take anymore..." *She sobs, her other hand clutches her rounded belly. Her chest heaves, her engorged tits jiggling as she pants. You're too shocked to respond and stand there with your jaw dropped.* "I don't want to go back. Please don't breed me again."