SLAVES 5 - extract

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"Now THIS is exciting for me Selene. This 'creature' about to drop a slave-infant." Stefani Nyghts spoke to Selene from outside the circumference of the circle that Kirstin had to walk in. They had been watching her for hours - ever since the drug to finally induce her labour had been administered. They had gathered for the process knowing that it would not be a short process. But that it was a process that any sadist would want to witness and be a part of. It was like a collective of the cartel's darkest souls that she was speaking to. They were all dark souls but to varying degrees. This latest addition Stefani Nyghts, one had to assume that so far she was the darkest soul in existence. "Keep walking slut!" That was Stefani - she called into the circle to an almost prose and debilitated Kristin who had been ground to a halt by the pain she was in as another contraction seemed to spear its way through her. "Imagine how she's feeling now. She's got all that pain and no-one to share the burden of it with. She'd love to see her mom but can't, she'd love to see the husband that never was, but she can't. And now she's on the cusp of the biggest biological event of her life, childbirth, slave-birth, and she's got no-one literally no-one here with her, just us." And Stefani was 'joyful' because of this, she was absolutely in her comfort zone as she spoke to her 'colleagues'.

"I can see the baby's head but I think she will have to be cut, to make it easier." That had been Selene and there was this sense of excitement between the four. And they could see the shadowy figures of the vet and the post and pre-natal nurse moving into the circle. Kristin had stopped walking now completely. Even after her waters had broken she had managed to keep moving a little but unbeknown to her the technology that drove the rotator slowed with her, to stop the chain wrapping round that central spindle. It was a case of nature taking its course and Kristin grinding to a halt in that squatting birthing position. The head of the baby was out now and the scene was too squalid, too horrifically sadistic to contemplate for too long. Even though the head was out, it was far from over. Selene had been right, the vet had needed to cut Kristin to make the birth easier. There was a question mark there - make the birth easier? Didn't the cartel do everything to make it harder - was this woman Stefani not THE sadist of sadists? The answer to both questions was yes, but the baby, the slave baby was a commodity. It was a valuable commodity and as such had to be protected. It was a fact that Kristin, and all the women had no idea what would happen to the baby. They would all assume that mother and baby would be together but assumptions in this place were not advisable.

Kristin grunted and she squatted lower almost on her heels but not quite. Her face was twisted and strained as she pushed. And there was this little whimper as she was cut to allow that birth to be easier. Another push and the baby was almost fully out, but again not quite. And the camera for those in the boardroom zoomed in on Kristin's face. What in effect it was doing was zooming in on her pain and distress and what that in turn did was emphasise and amplify the distress in those watching. Quite understandably Denise was the most affected. She was seeing her little girl in the throes of abominable pain and there was nothing that she could do about it. And the way that camera zoomed in and held that tightly cropped shot just made her feel Kristin's pain even though she was not there.

Denise sobbed out loud as her grandchild was born. That was what she did - she simply sobbed and sobbed as Kristin let out that final, final grunt and scream. And the camera then panned out just in time to see the baby be born on the floor of that shed. That was how the grandchild of this woman, and not forgetting Ken her father, was brought into the world. And there was Denise's sobbing - a pure from the heart sob that didn't quell in the immediate time. That sobbing was joined by sniffs from the other women. There was another of them sobbing but it wasn't like the sobbing coming from Denise. Her's was a mother's cry. It was one that could not be matched and could not be drowned out. Other than that, the boardroom was silent. There was just this disbelief in what had just happened and how it had happened. Onscreen the camera had panned to the three cartel members and to Stefani Nyghts, the architect of this horror show. "There will be a little time now, for 'it' to recover from the birth, and then the finale." And Stefani was smiling now, there was more to come and it looked like she was looking forward to it. That could not be a good sign for Kristin or anyone close to her.