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He was a stalker of females
but of one type exclusively.
He kidnapped and confined
only pregnant women
on the verge of delivery.
Tied up in his dingy cellar
he would feed, clean and
repeatedly rape them.
He found that by removing
their tongues it served
both the purposes of
silencing them as well as
better accommodating his
long thick cock.
He would keep at them
until they went into labor.
Then, on the delivery day,
he would incise them hip to hip
removing the useless child.
He would let it casually fall
off the side of the workbench,
dangling by the still
attached umbilical cord.
His fetish was now at hand,
Donning a swim snorkel,
pointing backwards,
he inserted his whole head
into the recently opened
womb.
Once in, he slid his head
around the slick bloody warmth,
hearing her shunted screams
from within...more vibration
than actual sound.
His breathing was quick
through the tube,
almost to the point
of hyperventilation.
But eventually all things end
and the excitement was not
the same once they
stopped thrashing.
He would do one last rape
while the body was still warm
and involuntary post mortem
spasms would commence
his ejaculation.
After reveling more in the gore
and smoking a cigarette,
he would then get cleaned up.
For he hated being late
to teaching Sunday school
at his local Parrish.
[Entered in "Vehemently Vilify" competition 5/22/15]
but of one type exclusively.
He kidnapped and confined
only pregnant women
on the verge of delivery.
Tied up in his dingy cellar
he would feed, clean and
repeatedly rape them.
He found that by removing
their tongues it served
both the purposes of
silencing them as well as
better accommodating his
long thick cock.
He would keep at them
until they went into labor.
Then, on the delivery day,
he would incise them hip to hip
removing the useless child.
He would let it casually fall
off the side of the workbench,
dangling by the still
attached umbilical cord.
His fetish was now at hand,
Donning a swim snorkel,
pointing backwards,
he inserted his whole head
into the recently opened
womb.
Once in, he slid his head
around the slick bloody warmth,
hearing her shunted screams
from within...more vibration
than actual sound.
His breathing was quick
through the tube,
almost to the point
of hyperventilation.
But eventually all things end
and the excitement was not
the same once they
stopped thrashing.
He would do one last rape
while the body was still warm
and involuntary post mortem
spasms would commence
his ejaculation.
After reveling more in the gore
and smoking a cigarette,
he would then get cleaned up.
For he hated being late
to teaching Sunday school
at his local Parrish.
[Entered in "Vehemently Vilify" competition 5/22/15]
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