Mom To Be Recruiter
by Dabbler
Josh worked as a photographer. However, that was just his front job.
His real source of income came from "The Foundation." His title was
"Recruiter." Specifically, a recruiter of soon to be mothers.
His modus operandi was simple in its own right. He had former mothers
go to Planned Parenthood clinics and befriend expecting mothers. Then,
eventually probing them about their financial stability, or (hopefully)
instability.
What expecting mother doesn't need some extra income?
His field agent gives them a card for Josh's studio. "He pays pregnant
models fairly." They inform the mothers to be. "I made 300 dollars from
my gallery." They would add as enticement.
A good number turn up at Josh's studio. He goes through his routine
introduction:
"An overseas fetish magazine commissions me to produce galleries of
pregnant women. While nudity is not necessary, it does pay more."
The majority ask how much more (of course). Their ignorant eyes
fixed on the money.
"A full portfolio of nonnude pays $150.00. A Full Nude portfolio pays
$300.00." He always says it casually.
"I'll let you have sometime to think it over."
As if on cue, a 'model' walks in.
"I have a photo shoot. If you decide to pose I can fit you in after
this shoot."
The stupid mothers are guided to the plush, ultra cozy waiting area.
There are already 'models' there - chatting away about their plans for
their pregnancy.
"Well this really came at a good time for me. I mean it's not like I
plan to have my baby anyway. It's good to be able to profit before I
terminate it."
An obviously early term pregnant girl declares: "Oh hi, I'm Sara,
this is Marcy, we just posed and are waiting to get paid. Isn't this so
ridiculously strange? Who'd think that people are that turned on by
pregnant woman!"
Then they wait for any indication that the new model is planning to
abort her baby. If not, they are photographed, paid, and sent on their
way. If there is mention of abortion it is noted for later purposes. The
present model opens up to the girls in the waiting room.
"I was all ready to be a mom, but my lousy boyfriend ditched me. Now
I'm just under the term limit to abort. I'm scheduled to have it done later
this week." She hangs her head. "This really helped though. You're right.
It's so strange thinking people getting turned on by barely pregnant woman,
I mean I'm not that attractive at all."
She wasn't.
She was oddly built, slouched, and her face was dull, and unremarkable.
"Well. I've been offered a series of sessions as I fill out. I'm having
my baby actually. This way I'll have money ready when I deliver."
The receptionist calls her to the front desk.
"It's been great talking to you two. Hope things work out."
The studio door opens, and the model and Josh come out to the lobby and
waiting area.
"Great shoot Ari, remember our arrangement. The receptionist will give you
your schedule. I look forward to working with you again. You shine darling."
She goes to the desk. Then Josh calls the waiting girl.
"All set for your big break in the business?" He asks enthusiastically.
"Ready as I'll ever be!" The gullible young girl replies excitedly.
She follows Josh into the studio.
"Glad you've decided to pose Gloria. You're a young girl. That's a real
bonus indeed. Have you made up your mind about your preference?"
"Yes, I'll pose naked." She said shyly. "Well it's good that you just
turned 18 then isn't it?" He motioned her to a rack of designer wardrobe.
"Let's have you pick out a few outfits to start. The changing room is
behind the set." He pointed it out.
"Oh these are all so neat, and sooo sexy too!"
She looked through them anxiously, put a few over her arm, then went to
change.
She returned in a loose grey and blue gown with sheer sections at the
cleavage and outer thighs.
"Excellent choice." He stated as he turned on a fan. "Have you modeled
before Gloria?"
"I'm afraid not."
It was very evident actually.
"Well relax , I'll walk you through it."
He went into automatic mode and got through the shoot - getting her
progressively more naked, and pronouncing her developed pregnant stomach and
swollen breast.
"Great Gloria. terrific! I'm ready to offer you a series of photo sessions
as your pregnancy develops. How does that sound?"
He was already aware of her intent to abort.
"I'm...I'm not going to be pregnant by the end of this week." She informed
him meekly.
"Oh, so I see. Gloria, may I ask what is keeping you from delivering your
baby? If I'm being to nosey just say so and I'll leave it at that." He paused.
She contemplated.
"The father left me. I need to be able to go to collage. A baby right now...
even with a father, would drag me down so much. I have a partial scholarship
and I've been excepted to a university. It's just convenient that I'm not
advanced enough that I couldn't abort."
"I see. Gloria, I have a unique proposition for you. Just something for you
to consider. Call it option C."
He took a package of papers from a desk.
"This is a contract Gloria. It's very clear and easy to read. It offers you
incentive to carry your pregnancy to term. Then when you go into labor your baby
will be delivered by a designated medical staff. You will sign over your baby in
an arranged adoption, all under the table since pay per adoption is not legal.
You'll receive a fee of fifty five grand. Along with the profit from your
progressive photo sessions."
He gave her time to think it over, making sure to hand her the contract.
After sometime reading through the paperwork, she beamed.
"What's the catch? Pinch me, I'm dreaming. This is all so...so strange. How
do I...what do I tell my folks when they ask why I'm not getting the abortion?
They'll have questions."
He gave her a pamphlet.
"This is our retreat You qualify to attend. You can vacation there for the
length of your pregnancy. We have medical staff on board. You can tell your
parents that you won a cruise and tour package. We'll even send an announcement
of congratulations for winning."
She lost herself in glee. She sat taking it all in.
"Then I'm signing Josh! This is the most bizarre opportunity I've ever had.
I'm not going to let it pass."
Now that is how Josh contributes to The Foundation.
Another baby on the way.
Gloria is pampered, fussed over for the remaining months of her pregnancy at
The Foundation's retreat - a secluded former naval island off the coast of the
Eastern coast - just outside of U.S. and Canadian waters. All the guests are
expecting mothers. As promised, they are photographed modeling and given a
statement of their account.
The babies are delivered as the women go into labor.
Once they deliver, they are returned to their country and state of providence.
* * * * *
The Foundation:
The Stables Earl Dundar works The Stables. His wife and he receive and
categories fresh arrivals.
Newborn babies.
They house them with the wet nurses and nannies. Boy, Girl, White, Black, and
other. They are given periodic check ups, and assessments.
Some are immediately requested.
Others are allowed to mature to a designated age. The oldest are 2 and a half.
Most are treated special as a baby is wanted to be treated. Some are given
minimal attention. Everything depends on the sponsor's desire. Sponsors are the
main investors into The Foundation the babies are simply merchandise - a package.
Earl and his wife are basically warehouse attendants. The nannies, and wet
nurses feed, attend to, and sometimes carry out specific procedures with the
infants - like gradually stretching their rectums and vaginas. On site doctors
perform procedures to remove milk teeth. Or snip and gape the babies orifices.
Lucy, Earls eldest daughter, and Dewey his youngest son, are responsible for
inducting the babies into being proper sex toys. Unless the order states purity,
the infants are routinely used for deviant sexual pleasure. Sodomized, fucked,
and gagged with cock, or smothered with cunt.
Some get special training to treat a clit or dick like a bottle, pacifier, or
a nipple.
When the package is requested, they are delivered at once by air, and by ground.
* * * * *
A Sponsor:
Nasty Dolls Doll Master Mark works as a Web Host. A host of two Dark Web sites.
Nasty Dolls, and Life Like Dolls. On the surface it's a site dedicated to the
manufacturing and sales of perverse sex dolls - sex dolls that mimic infants,
babies, and newborns.
For Bitcoins, or by joint account exchanges, a customer can obtain a taboo sex
doll custom designed for their interest. All these orders are handled by a genuine
company in the Czech Republic.
Actually, buried within the site, is a hyper link to the sites true nature. To
allow a client to attend a session with an on stock, or specifically ordered infant,
baby, or even a newborn.
The basic rate is five hundred and goes up, depending on what is requested, and
what the session includes.
A client pays via Bitcoin, or joint account. There is also a two hundred dollar
fee to be placed on a waiting list. This also allows time for the would be client to
be screened. Mark works with other Web Hosts to route potential clients to the site.
The organization handles around eighty to a hundred orders annually. Constantly
using disposable properties to conduct business.
Once a handful of orders are confirmed, they notify the clients as to the
centralized location and time. An email listing rules and restrictions is sent. Or
if the client pays enough, they are reminded that they are free to perform as they
wish. A limousine, with blacked out windows is sent to prearranged locations to pick
up the clients and deliver them to the site. Once there, they approach a door with
just their initials. If they paid in BitCoins, they have a passcode to enter. If they
used a joint account, they enter their PIN and - once confirmed, they enter.
All activity is covered by closed circuit cams, and audio. With no exception.
* * * * *
The Clients:
Allen and Dee had struck it rich. Once middle class and struggling, the only
thing they had of substantial value was the inherited property from Allen's side of
the family - which was mostly unfit for development.
Imagine their shock and surprise when they learned it sat on a natural gas deposit,
the second largest in the state. In a month's time, companies converged to make bids,
and get out a bid.
They had won a geographic lottery!
None of Allen's family were alive, and Dee was abandoned and raised by foster
homes.
It was all theirs!
To sweeten the matter, Dees obsession with the lotto won them half of a one hundred
fifty million dollar jackpot.
Yet they were bored in the worst way.
After flying through their bucket lists, and realizing all their decadent desires,
booking an inventation only swingers cruise, leasing an actual castle with a dungeon for
an exclusive month long BDSM expo featuring renown Doms and highly sought out subs. They
longed for the next level.
Just what that entailed escaped them.
Allen happened to be very tech savvy. He paid top progrsmmers and ITs to tutor him
in what he didn't know already. He set up and rendered websites under various
pseudonyms and fictitious business names.
He bought, sold, and brokered drugs, guns, and even trafficked in human cargo a few
times. They'd ride the highs then suffer the lows. What was the purpose of money they
asked, if it could be used to elevate them above mundane life? That's when Allen's
mechanic ordered and shared with them his purchase of a Nasty Doll.
Odd thought Allen. Why would such a company have it's store on the Dark Web? There
were plenty operating successfully and without flak on the clear and open net.
He linked to the site and explored. He read reviews about it in TOR forums. He
learned the dirty secret. He opened the hyper link and gained access to the request for
info entry form. He read everything twice. What was implied excited him to no end.
He called for Dee. She asked just what it meant.
"Darling! We are going to buy, the power, over life and death! Over pleasure, and
pain! Darling! We are going to buy innocence, and we are going to destroy innocence!"
He walked her through the sites pitch.
"Oh Allan! I'm so excited, I'm just tingling! Tell me dear, what is your naughty,
nasty, depraved darling going to get?" She hopped about like a teen awaiting a present.
"Well darling, to begin with, your dear bi sexual man is going to get us a couple of
baby boys to pleasure us and to be handled with reckless abandon! Then to please you
you closet bi sexual nympho, a couple of wee baby girls. Then as the main course we will
have a pure innocent newly born object to desecrate and defile!"
"Don't lag Allen, make it happen as soon as possible! Come on, come on!" She mushed
his hair and pushed him into the keyboard. "Oh we're just so divinely wicked, evil
even!"
She dipped her hand in her cunt and sweated it over her husband's face.
"I'm foaming at just the thought dear!"
A week later, their order was confirmed. They were given the time, and location.
They set off by private plane, and arrived at a park.
"A park!?!" they said. We've been snookered!"
Just then, an older model limo pulled up and honked once.
They approached and the door clicked open. They climbed in and the limo driver
drove for a good while.
Click!
The door opened.
They exited facing an underground parking garage. Their initials on one of five doors.
"Allow me Darling." He read the sign, "Enter passcode."
He did as requested.
"Well Darling, you'd best enjoy this little four hundred fifty thousand dollar
experience. Not that we can't afford another one! Ha har!"
They entered into a draped hall way that led to a deluxe suite. A constant din
of whining and even wailing from babies. A number of playpens occupied the room -
along with a large bed. One wall was stocked with all imaginable devices.
"Oh Darling! We got what we paid for! Where to start? Oh a one year old baby
bitch, a two year old baby tramp! Your boy, and my boy...but where's the new born?!"
"Fear not my darling. I clearly said a fresh from the twat, new born! By jov I
suspect that they are delivering the creature as we speak!"
He looked over the play pens. He stopped at one holding a little one year old
boy. He picked it up and got right in it's face with his.
"Ah Goooo, Ah Gooo!" He made faces at the infant. "I said! Ah Gooo you little
shit! Now smile! Drool! Change that static look on your face! Very well, very well!"
He took the infant by its feet and intensely began whacking its rear end!
He lauded long enough to look into the now wailing and hic upping infant boy.
"There now, see that's an expression!"
"Oh honey we're overdressed." She removed her gown she wore a series of leather
straps around her tits, ass, and cunt. A dominatrix outfit.
He removed his attire and stood in a modified leather body suit. His member
protruding out a slit in the crotch.
"Yes. Now we are dressed for the occasion."
She sauntered over to a playpen and picked up the two year old girl. The little
baby reached for her face and grabbed her nose.
"Why you snot! My makeup! You want to play with noses?" She backhanded the baby
girl's face! After the shock the infants wails filled the room.
"There now. Let that be a lesson. Let's try again shall we. Here sweety, suck Dees
titty. That's right suck it!"
The baby locked on right away, sucking for milk that wouldn't come. Allen had
dropped the one year old boy back into the play pen. It cowered away from his reach.
He skipped to a pen holding the one year old girl.
He reached for her. All the wailing and noise had startled her. He bounced her
about in his arms and carried her to the bed, aligning her with the edge.
"Mr. Allen thinks you're sweet, special, and very fucking sexy! Your going to get
his special treatment! Watch the weasel, watch the weasel!" He swung his semi erect
cock over her.
She pumped her legs and swung her arms about - even cooing some and gurgling
drool out of her mouth. He had to have some of that he concluded. He sat sideways on
the bed and set the package level with his pecker.
"There there little one. Take the snake in your face. Nom nom make it make cum!"
He slapped at the confused baby's face lightly with his prick. She opened her mouth
to yawn and he stuffed it with his tip.
"Oh look darling, look she's got herself a new pacifier."
He worked her head on his tip, her struggle to avoid it only turned him on more!
His now rigged cock gagged and even forced the package to spew vomit from her
nose. The warmth drove him to almost fire a load into her tight stretched mouth.
"Not just yet you dumb cunt. I'm going to get off in an extra special way! Wait
right here now."
He went and retrieved the boy baby. He laid it aside the girl in the bed.
Dee grew bored of the suckling baby, she ventured to the wall for inspiration, a
pony tail with a tiny plug caught her eye. Also, an enema bottle and a suction device.
She laid out the items next to a modified changing table. She secured the suction
device over the infants pronounced tiny pussy. Then pumped it a few times to set it
into place. The infant grabbed at it and kicked about. She shook the enema bottle and
inserted it into the anus of the tot!
Ferociously, she squeezed the bottle's content into her. The baby went into shock
and only half whimpered half desperate yawns.
Quickly, after removing the nozzle, she jammed the pony tailed plug into place.
Just a slight drizzle of liquid escaped the baby's rear cavity. A look of desperation
came to the infants face.
Dee lit up with wicked pride.
Allen took the baby boys penis and testicles in his mouth and was sucking with
great force intent on leaving a hickie. He set the girl level with his still stiff as
fuck rod. He set his tip at her slit. Spit on his hand, coated his tool, and with a
wiggling motion, worked it into her impossible tight womb entrance. The boy was
struggling to escape his oral assault in his testicles and penis. Allen used his free
hand to sink a digit into the infants rectum. He worked a good two inches into the
shocked silent and still girl. A warmth that could only be blood trickled onto his
shaft and nuts.
She had lost consciousness.
The boy was out of breath and could wail and struggle no more.
Dee lifted the desperately full girl and bounced her around - swishing her tail
to and fro. She set the package back on the modified changing table and secured her
with the straps. A length of arm protruding from each side. She lowered the table
and knelt along side it - taking the infant's arm and stuffing it into her swampy
cooz.
"Oh fuck! Ah Fuck Fuck Yes!"
She road the baby's arm relentlessly.
The more the little pathetic, helpless baby struggled, the more intense her
orgasms became. With an extreme motion, she lurched into the package and heard a
distinguished PoP!
The baby set a stream of piss all over and vomited at the intensity of having
it's shoulder dislocated and wrist broke.
Dee was squirting insanely.
Allen was in a rhythm of his own, and the baby boy's pecker was grotesquely
swollen and he could taste the metallic taste of blood.
He shot his load into the one year old.
Then, he took his finger from the boy's rear chute and a blast of shit poured
out.
He pushed the girl into the mess, then left them laying there all covered in
stink and filth!
Dee had separated herself from the severed and damaged baby. They both turned
to the remaining baby.
A light flashed and an intercom came on:
"Your final order is now filled. Please look in the bin on the right wall.
Enjoy."
They anxiously jogged to the bin in the wall. They could hear the crying.
There it was! Their own newborn! A segment of the umbilical cord still attached,
to do with as they pleased.
Dee ran over to the destroyed infant and held her over the new born and pulled
the pony tailed plug out. A stream of liquid and shit shot out. Allen grabbed the
two year old from the pen and put his cock in the newborn's mouth. Dee stretched the
smallest foot and bent to let Allen guide it into her tiny shitter. Allen felt his
colon stress and held the struggling two year old in place as he let his shit cake on
the chest and face of the package.
Only the piss washed a bit away.
Dee orgasmed and ejected the newborns kicking foot. They both began to play catch
with the newborn. While kicking the hopelessly distorted two year old about.
One toss was too high and the infant hit the ceiling - knocking it unconscious.
They revived it by Dee pissing on it.
It was in absolute shock.
The two year old was in spasms.
Allen set his tip at the newborn's crotch and couldn't get it in. He gave Dee the
arms and took the legs then they yanked...
SNAP!
The newborn stopped struggling, wailing, and finally breathing.
Allen took a butcher knife from the wall and slit into the newborn girls box. Then
he fucked it's lifeless corpse until he came harder then he ever came.
Their exhilaration left them speechless.
They just beamed grotesquely.
What monsters they'd become. What horrid, depraved scum.
This was it!
There was nothing to top this.
They had met their lowest...and their highest!
THE END
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