Betrayed

So I'm lying snuggled up in my cosy, safe bed, with my huge nine month belly and massive milkfilled breasts barely contained by the sheer black chiffon of my babydoll nightie. I'm on my side so the weight of all this flesh is kinda lying next to me, huge belly and one huge tit on top of the other one.
The baby seems to be contented and asleep and I lay dreaming of the day that I will hold her, not long now maybe only hours.
I'm just dozing off, when the quilt is lifted and who I assume is my husband slides in behind me. A hand snakes under my neck and it is only when I smell the rubber and feel the gloved hand close over my mouth, that I realise I'm in trouble. A scalpel is held against my throat drawing blood, which trickles down onto the crisp white sheet. The man is up against me, we are spooning, but this is not a loving embrace. I feel his breath in my ear.
'listen cunt! do exactly as I say or I'm going to slice you up into little tiny pieces. Do you understand... cunt!?'
I try to communicate that I'll do whatever he wants and just don't hurt the baby, he bites my earlobe until his teeth meet and I piss myself.
Now he pulls my arms back behind me and ties my wrists brutally together with thin cord which bites into my flesh.
His voice is a harsh jagged whisper in my trembling ear.
‘Ok mummy rub my cock, make me hard'
I do as I'm told and moving my hands awkwardly and painfully I manage to get my fingers round his implausibly thick shaft. While I pull up and down on this monster the man is pulling my cheeks apart and I can feel lube, cold against my warm flesh. He applies the gunk to my backside rubbing his finger around and then in and out of my little puckered bum-hole, then deeper and deeper until his thick finger is sliding in and out of my slippery opening. Hot tears are stinging my eyes.
Now I feel the head of his cock against my hole and I brace myself, he holds my thigh with one hand and keeps the other clamped over my mouth.
Aaaaarrrrgghhh! I scream into his hand as I am impaled on his rock hard cock and again as he pushes deeper and deeper inside me.
'Move your butt cunt, don't just lie there, how do you expect to keep a man?'
He laughs horribly and pumps into me like a piston. Where is my husband, when will he rescue me?
He doesn't stop, he just goes on and on banging away in me, I'm finding it hard to breath as my crying has blocked up my nose, snot runs down my cheek mingling with my tears. To my horror I can feel my orgasm starting to build, my own body is going to betray me. He is still going, bang, bang, bang his balls thumping against my pussy. His hands now squeezing my swollen tits through my nightie which is soaked in milk and it's building Oh God, OH GOD, I can't believe this bastard is going to make me come, Oh... Oh...
OH SWEET BABY FUCKING JESUSSSSSSSSSS
I've never felt so dirty, my arsehole makes a plop sound as he pulls his lovely cock out of me. He is still rock hard.
'Turn round cunt, clean it up with your slutty little mouth'
With some difficulty I manage to turn over in the bed, I am drenched in sweat, snot, mother’s milk, blood and piss.
For the first time I face the object that has defiled me, it's magnificent, glistening and throbbing in front of my face. I open my mouth as wide as I can, it hurts my jaw to do so. There is shit on his cock, greedily I get as much of the thing in my mouth as I can, he holds my head and rams it in the rest of the way, right down my throat. He comes straight away and pulls out, spraying his goodness all over. Up my nostrils, into my hair, in my eyes, I try to lick up what I can. He looks at me with total disdain.
'Slutty, dirty, little bitch cunt. what sort of a mother would you have made?'
'What do you mean?'
I ask suddenly afraid again.
He gets up and walks over to my laundry basket, then he hefts a bag from the floor onto the bed.
'Guess you're wondering where your no good husband is eh, cunt. Well your knight in shining armour is in a bar getting pissed with his new girlfriend and I'm here to collect the baby that he sold me'
I try to say, no this can't be happening, but before any sound can be made he is stuffing my mouth with dirty thongs from the wash. He manages to get three into me pushing the damp musty material right into the corners of my mouth, into the hinge of my jaw. Now he wraps black electrical tape round and round my head, covering the lower half of my over expanded face.
'You may be interested to know that I've already got a buyer for your little girl'
He is throwing a rope over one of the exposed beams above the bed.
'It's an internet company, specialises in kiddie porn and snuff movies, so I don't suppose your kid will get to be very old but at least she won’t die a virgin’
I am paralysed with fear and anger as he starts to bind my ankles to the tops of my thighs and then rips off my sodden nightclothes. With some difficulty he gets me up to a kneeling position and I realise that the rope he threw over the beam has a noose on the end; he puts it over my head. All I can do is shake my head in disbelief as he pulls the rope tight so that I am only just touching the bed with my knees. He starts to bind the thin cord tightly round the base of my breasts, causing milk to spurt in all directions from my huge teats. Then he hauls on the rope and my knees rise above the bed, the rope creaks and I swing slowly. My head feels as if it will explode and I can see stars, I'm still getting a little air but if the rope shifts in any way it will be over very quickly.
'I was hoping that fucking you would induce the birth, but you were so busy having a good time you missed your opportunity to live. So I'm afraid that you are going to have to have an emergency C-section’
He raises his hand to my face to show me the scalpel and then slowly, deliberately, with his eyes starring into mine he lowers his hand to my belly and I feel the tip on my taught skin. There is a sharp movement, a flopping sound, a stinking hot steam assails my nostrils and a feeling of lightness as I drift away…
From the darkness I hear my daughter crying…