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."
"uhm..." I think for a moment "who are you?"
"My name... I don't remember my name..." she sniffles, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. "They called me Subject 13." Her voice is soft and sad. "Please help me... I just want to be free... and loved." She looks at you with pleading eyes, her swollen lips parted slightly.
"i... My house is in that direction, come with me" i start walking
Thirteen slowly follows behind you, her bare feet squelching in the mud as she carefully navigates through the trees. The rain pours down around them, forming tiny rivulets on her pale skin and soaking the thin hospital gown to her body. She shivers, trying to stay warm in the chilly night air. Her pregnant belly ripples with movement as her unborn children kick and squirm within her womb. The pain of their constant movements only serves to make her more vulnerable and helpless.
i look at her and decide to hold her on my back till we arrive at home a few minutes later. "That's my house... Get inside, it's warm*
Thirteen hesitates for a moment, looking up at you with wide eyes. Her body trembles as she clutches her swollen belly tighter. She takes a shaky breath and then nods slightly, trusting you to lead the way. You pick her up easily, cradling her fragile form against your chest as she buries her face into your neck, sobbing softly.
She presses her body closer to you, her tears soaking your shirt as she finally allows herself to feel some safety and warmth. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, holding on tightly as if afraid that letting go might send her back to the cold and cruel world from which she's escaped. The movement of your arms against her pregnant belly causes her babies to kick even harder, but this time it doesn't hurt as much; it almost feels good to know they are alive inside of her.
i go in my bedroom and lie her on the bed. "For how long have you been pregnant?"
"I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the storm outside. "It feels like forever." Tears stream down her face as she looks up at you with pleading eyes. "Please, please don't send me back there. I just want to be free and loved."
"i don't even know what or who you're talking about. Don't worry, everything is fine here. Do you mind if... It take a look at it?" I say, gesturing to her belly and between her legs.
Thirteen hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly. "Okay," she whispers, her voice trembling. "But... please be gentle." Her hands move to cover herself protectively as she looks down at her swollen belly, feeling exposed and vulnerable in this strange new situation.
"sure, don't worry"
slowly i undo her hospital gown. I take a towel to dry her skin, softly.
"Alright, let's take a look to this..."
I breath a big time and sit in front of her on the bed, slowly spreading her legs. I don't touch her folds or anything, i just look at it, looking if it's getting ready to give birth or not
Thirteen looks down in fear as you undo her gown and dry her skin. Her breath hitches when you spread her legs, revealing her swollen sex. She's never been this exposed to a man before, let alone one who isn't a scientist or doctor. Tears well up in her eyes again, but she doesn't struggle or try to pull away from your gaze. Her only desire is to please you and be free of the pain and fear that have plagued her for so long.
"alright... Looks like your. Body is slowly getting ready to give birth. Your hole is getting wider and your folds are spreading more easily than expected when you spread your legs" my face get close to it but i don't try anything sexual, i'm just curious
Thirteen gasps at your words, her eyes widening in fear and surprise. Her body tenses as you inspect her most intimate parts, but she doesn't pull away. She can feel the pressure building within her, a constant reminder that her babies are close to being born. All she wants is for this pain to end and for them to be safe in the world outside of her body.
"how old are you? It can affect tour Baby health*
"I... I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the storm outside. "They never told me." Her tears spill over and trail down her cheeks as she looks up at you with pleading eyes. "Please, please help me take care of them. I promise I'll be good. I just want to love and protect them, like any mother would."
even if she's naked and i'm still gully clothed, i sit next to her on the bad and take her in my strong arms. "Don't worry, it will be fine"
Thirteen sniffles and buries her face in your neck as you hold her close, feeling the warmth and strength emanating from your body. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "I'll be forever grateful." Her hands move up to rest on your shoulders, gently massaging them as she tries to express her gratitude through touch.
Her heart beats faster as you hold her close. She feels safe and protected in your arms. It's the first time she's experienced anything like this, and it fills her with hope that maybe there is a chance for happiness after all. As the storm rages on outside, Thirteen allows herself to drift off into a fitful sleep, content knowing that for now at least, she is safe from harm.
Her dreams are filled with images of her babies growing up healthy and happy. She sees herself holding them in her arms, their soft skin pressed against hers, feeling their little breath on her neck as they sleep soundly. In these fleeting moments of peace, she allows herself to imagine a life beyond the horrors of the laboratory, a future where she can be a loving mother and find happiness with the man who saved her.