Chapter 20: The Baby's Arrival
Part 19
The Baby's Arrival Gerald's eyes sparkled with excitement as he gazed at Ashley's swollen belly. He seemed to be savoring the moment, enjoying her discomfort and vulnerability. Ashley felt a wave of fear wash over her as he reached out to gently lay her down on the cot. "Time to get you ready for the baby's arrival," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're going to be a wonderful mother, Ashley. My baby machine." Ashley's eyes widened in horror as Gerald began to undress her, his hands moving with a clinical detachment. She felt a surge of panic as he examined her, his eyes roving over her body with an unnerving intensity. "Good girl," he cooed, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "My baby machine. I will have many babies from you." Ashley's face burned with shame and humiliation as Gerald's words hung in the air. She felt like a brood mare, a vessel for his twisted desires. "Now, let's talk about the baby's needs," Gerald said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You'll be feeding it, of course. Breast or bottle? The choice is yours." Ashley's mind reeled as she processed Gerald's words. She was still trying to come to terms with the fact that she was being forced to have a baby, and now she was being asked to make decisions about its care. "And then there's the nursery," Gerald continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You get to choose a drawer or a box for the baby to sleep in. How exciting is that?" Ashley's eyes filled with tears as she gazed at Gerald, her heart heavy with despair. She felt like she was trapped in a nightmare, with no escape. "As a special treat, I'll give you two outfits for the baby," Gerald said, his eyes sparkling with sadistic pleasure. "You can earn them by pleasing me, of course." Ashley's face twisted in a mixture of anger and desperation. She knew that she had to play along, to pretend to be the submissive and grateful captive that Gerald wanted her to be. But she also knew that she couldn't give up, not yet. She had to keep fighting, no matter how small the spark of hope seemed.