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pushed her back down. “Now, let’s not be so hasty. There has to be a reason why you’re throwing up all the time.”
Rachel squirmed under his powerful grip. “Let me go...” she growled as she tried to move his hand from her chest, but he remained resolute. He oozed a supernatural power that kept her riveted to the table.
“Igor, remove her pants please,” Hans purred. “And go into the white cabinet over there and get me a straight number two catheter and a beaker.” His red eyes bore into Rachel’s, keeping her transfixed to the table. Igor returned with the required equipment and began to pull Rachel’s white cotton panties down from her curvy hips.
“Now don’t move,” Hans commanded, while keeping Rachel under his hypnotic gaze. He grabbed a tube of water based lubricant from a nearby drawer and cut it open with a pair of scissors and applied it to the rubber catheter. He never broke her gaze as he gently spread her labia and forced the tube inside her bladder.
Rachel yelped in pain as the foreign invader prodded her bladder. She still couldn’t move from the violation. Her body felt heavy, and her mind felt as if it were stuffed with cotton. The dull sound of urine hitting a tin tray filled her ears. She felt another sharp pain as Hans brutally ripped the catheter out of her bladder and the desperate urge to urinate passed.
“Now, let’s see what the doctor says,” he whispered as he searched around the old infirmary. “Ah yes, I knew she had some around here.” He looked at Rachel as he felt his control over her slipping away. “Ah, not so fast my pet, don’t you want to know what’s going on with you?”
“Fuck you,” she spat.
“Now that isn’t proper,” Hans chided. “Here we go. The late lady of the house bought these tests wholesale for some strange reason.” He had a sick smirk across his face as he opened up one of the tests. “Now, let us see if my suspicions are correct. You definitely smell it,” he said distastefully, with his lip curled.
Hans dipped the absorbent tip into the kidney dish full of urine. Igor impassively stood at the door, waiting for her attempt to flee in case Hans’ control wore off.
Rachel’s heart beat like a drum in her chest. She couldn’t believe what he was testing for. “Hey look, it’s too early to tell! We only had...”
“Silence, bitch,” he barked. “You have absolutely no idea what you are meddling with.” He looked at the pregnancy test with a false sense of surprise on his face. “Why look at this, congratulations! You’re going to be a mommy,” he spat. With that, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room.
Rachel, finally free of the evil butler’s spell, sat up and looked around for her underwear. Igor walked over to her from the door and handed her the white cotton bikini briefs he had removed from her on Hans’ orders.
“What the hell was that all about? And I’m...?”
Igor looked at her. “We’re going to have to contact the master. Such a thing isn’t really supposed to happen. Usually, his girls die when they first begin to carry. I don’t know why. I’ve buried at least five of them in the past year. It breaks him up every time, too. I think you need to be careful.”
Rachel swallowed hard as she pulled her underpants on. “Do you know where he could be?”
The groundskeeper looked around nervously. “I might...” he replied evasively.
“Well, I need to get to him. I really don’t know what’s going on with me, the test says I’m pregnant and...” she picked up the test that Hans flung to the ground as he exited the room, “it looks like I’m further along than I should be.”
Igor silently nodded. “You need to get away from Hans. That much I know. Go to your room and get dressed. I’ll try to get you to where Valemon is, if he’s still there.”
Rachel looked at the large, towheaded man and
Rachel squirmed under his powerful grip. “Let me go...” she growled as she tried to move his hand from her chest, but he remained resolute. He oozed a supernatural power that kept her riveted to the table.
“Igor, remove her pants please,” Hans purred. “And go into the white cabinet over there and get me a straight number two catheter and a beaker.” His red eyes bore into Rachel’s, keeping her transfixed to the table. Igor returned with the required equipment and began to pull Rachel’s white cotton panties down from her curvy hips.
“Now don’t move,” Hans commanded, while keeping Rachel under his hypnotic gaze. He grabbed a tube of water based lubricant from a nearby drawer and cut it open with a pair of scissors and applied it to the rubber catheter. He never broke her gaze as he gently spread her labia and forced the tube inside her bladder.
Rachel yelped in pain as the foreign invader prodded her bladder. She still couldn’t move from the violation. Her body felt heavy, and her mind felt as if it were stuffed with cotton. The dull sound of urine hitting a tin tray filled her ears. She felt another sharp pain as Hans brutally ripped the catheter out of her bladder and the desperate urge to urinate passed.
“Now, let’s see what the doctor says,” he whispered as he searched around the old infirmary. “Ah yes, I knew she had some around here.” He looked at Rachel as he felt his control over her slipping away. “Ah, not so fast my pet, don’t you want to know what’s going on with you?”
“Fuck you,” she spat.
“Now that isn’t proper,” Hans chided. “Here we go. The late lady of the house bought these tests wholesale for some strange reason.” He had a sick smirk across his face as he opened up one of the tests. “Now, let us see if my suspicions are correct. You definitely smell it,” he said distastefully, with his lip curled.
Hans dipped the absorbent tip into the kidney dish full of urine. Igor impassively stood at the door, waiting for her attempt to flee in case Hans’ control wore off.
Rachel’s heart beat like a drum in her chest. She couldn’t believe what he was testing for. “Hey look, it’s too early to tell! We only had...”
“Silence, bitch,” he barked. “You have absolutely no idea what you are meddling with.” He looked at the pregnancy test with a false sense of surprise on his face. “Why look at this, congratulations! You’re going to be a mommy,” he spat. With that, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the room.
Rachel, finally free of the evil butler’s spell, sat up and looked around for her underwear. Igor walked over to her from the door and handed her the white cotton bikini briefs he had removed from her on Hans’ orders.
“What the hell was that all about? And I’m...?”
Igor looked at her. “We’re going to have to contact the master. Such a thing isn’t really supposed to happen. Usually, his girls die when they first begin to carry. I don’t know why. I’ve buried at least five of them in the past year. It breaks him up every time, too. I think you need to be careful.”
Rachel swallowed hard as she pulled her underpants on. “Do you know where he could be?”
The groundskeeper looked around nervously. “I might...” he replied evasively.
“Well, I need to get to him. I really don’t know what’s going on with me, the test says I’m pregnant and...” she picked up the test that Hans flung to the ground as he exited the room, “it looks like I’m further along than I should be.”
Igor silently nodded. “You need to get away from Hans. That much I know. Go to your room and get dressed. I’ll try to get you to where Valemon is, if he’s still there.”
Rachel looked at the large, towheaded man and
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