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Subject: {ASSM} Karla's Fantasies: MFg, caution, goth, snuff, inc, preg, rape,
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I have sat on this story for well over a year not having the nerve to
post it.  It's one of the darkest stories I have ever written or
read.  If I get enough positive response I'll post a second story
along the same lines, but totally different plot.

This story deals with murder, abortion, and infant rape.  You have
been warned.


PROLOGUE

Viktor and Karla laid in bed, spooning.  Viktor held his hand against
her abdomen, between belly button and her hairless mound.

"What are you feeling?", he whispered into her ear and then lightly
kissed it.

"It's like really, really bad menstrual cramps.", she said grimacing
on the final word.

Viktor looked at the clock.  It had been nearly four hours since he
inserted the prostaglandin suppository into Karla's vagina.

"Do you think I'll be able to see it?", she asked.

Viktor repositioned himself.

"I doubt it.  You're only about 6-1/2 weeks along.  Maybe some
tissue."

Another cramp hit.

"This is so beautiful.", she said to Viktor, turning around to kiss
him.

Viktor had a huge erection.  He had had it since he stuck the medicine
into Karla's pregnant vagina.

Karla whimpered as another wave of cramps hit.  She squeaked out, "I
think I feel something."

Viktor sat up and allowed Karla to lie flat on her back.  She bent her
knees and opened her legs.

"Do you see it?"

He saw some blood.

"Yeah, let me get the towels."

Another contraction hit as Karla lifted her ass off the bed so Viktor
could put the towels under her.  The waves were hitting faster and
faster.  Blood spattered out of Karla and a light colored substance
oozed from her.  It almost reminded Viktor of cottage cheese.

"I think it's out."

"Let me see."

Viktor scooped it into his hand and showed it to Karla.  She smiled.

"God I love this."

"I do too."

She turned to Viktor and said, "I am so fucking horny."

Viktor wiped his hand on the towel and climbed on top of his
girlfriend.



VIKTOR

Viktor Kiernan Carter was born 23 years ago to two socialist, but very
wealthy, parents.  His mother worked as a human rights lawyer, his
father in international trading business, both based in Boston.  He
was named after a British communist, but his parents spelled it with a
"k" to look more foreign.  Viktor had little interest in politics, but
his parents' wealth, politics, and eccentricity meant he could live
well and not work.  Since middle school Viktor had been interested in
goth and vampire culture.  He naturally had very dark hair and pale
skin and his black clothes helped him look the part, but he was just a
little too weird even for the "true" goths and vamps.  He attended
Dartmouth College but never fit in.  The girls who dressed in black
were mostly the bitchy, depressed type.  He couldn't even convince
them to let him drink their menstrual blood.  He, barely, graduated
and as a reward his parents bought him an old, large, stone house in
Maine.  It looked like the sort of place where Stephen King would
live.  At first glance it looked like a Transylvania castle, but it
really wasn't.  It did have a few marked graves, residents from a
simpler century.  Viktor immediately went to work on his dungeon.  His
parents let him tap his trust fund, so money was no object.  What he
couldn't find was a partner.  That was until he met Karla.

Viktor was enjoying a bloody mary at a goth hangout on Boylston Street
when he met her.  She was only 19.  Probably running on a fake ID or
just flashed a tit to the bouncer.  She was, well, alive.  She wasn't
a brooder which was very hard to find.


KARLA

Karla was obsessed with sex and death ever since she was a little
girl.  She found her clitoris young, before puberty, and used to lie
in bed playing with herself fantasizing she was being killed.  She was
always a happy girl and never had thoughts of suicide.  But the idea
of someone killing her just drove her mad.  She never dwelled on why
this was, she simply accepted it.  Once she was at the dentist and
wasn't completely numb.  The pain he inflicted on her just soaked her
panties.  Whenever the news would report of yet another girl found
raped and murdered she felt a twinge of envy.

She never verbalized her fantasies to anyone.  Since she was otherwise
a very happy girl who earned straight A's, neither her parents nor her
teachers were alarmed when she started dressing in black and painting
her fingernails and lips either bright red or glossy black.  She
started hitchhiking hoping someone would rape and murder her.  She
only seemed to get picked up by Mormons or Jehovah's Witnesses who
scolded her for hitchhiking and told her all about God's love.  She
didn't believe in God any more than she believed in the Easter Bunny.
On a whim she packed a few things in an oversized bag and hitchhiked
from her native New Jersey up to Boston.  She had been in town a
couple of weeks when she met Viktor.  They hit it off, sharing a lot
of common interests and fantasies.  She agreed to leave with him to
his dungeon up in Maine.

Viktor told her it was about a two hour drive.  She hopped into his
black Volkswagen Touareg hoping it was all a ploy and he'd drive her
into the woods.  The conversation came and went.  During the lulls she
dreamed what he might do to her.  It started to rain as they passed
through New Hampshire.  It was coming down very heavy.  She closed her
eyes and imagined a rural cemetery.  She was naked, wet, and cold and
also bruised and bloody.  Maybe he holds her face in a cold puddle as
he rapes her for the fourth time, she's too weak to fight, sucking the
frigid, muddy water into her lungs as she fades to black.  She felt
sticky.  She had to stop thinking these thoughts.

The pair pulled up to Viktor's house.  The cold rain was still beating
down.  They ran for the door.  Karla couldn't believe the place.
Viktor had explained all about his family and how he ended up with the
house.  She was only interested in the dungeon, so that's where they
headed.  He had various tables, whips, ropes, chains.  She could
imagine all sorts of fun.  She informed Viktor she was still a
virgin.  She explained her rape and death fantasy and how she had been
holding out for that.  Viktor said he could never kill her.  He
suggested perhaps they sacrifice an animal.  She turned her nose up at
that.  She could never harm an animal.  They took turns inflicting
sexual pain on each other.  Karla enjoyed the pain, but it wasn't
quite satisfying her.  Like an itch she couldn't quite scratch.


LATE

Several weeks later Karla came out of the bathroom and sat down next
to Viktor on the couch.

"I never had a period."

"I was wondering about that."

"Is my little vampire being deprived?"

"Yes!"

"I'm five days late."

"Are you usually regular."

"Like clockwork."

"Want to pick up a pregnancy test?"

"Probably not a bad idea."

The next morning Karla pissed on the stick.

"Positive."

Viktor just said, "Fuck!"

Karla shrugged, tossed the stick in the wastebasket, flushed the
toilet and said, "I am not keeping it."

While she was washing her hands Viktor said, "Christ.  I don't even
know if there are any abortion clinics in Maine."

She dried her hands off and wrapped them around Viktor's neck.

"Don't you and your parents have 'contacts'?"

Viktor had a collection of gynecological equipment.  His parents were
active in getting gynecological care, including abortions, to women in
developing countries.

She kissed him.

"I would love for you to abort our baby.  God I would love that."

She kissed him harder and put her hand down his boxers.

"Find a way to kill our baby."

After a morning of love making, Viktor got on the phone.  A friend
back in Boston could fix him up with RU486 tablets and suppositories.
He took both.  When the time came Karla wanted the suppository.

After her abortion and post-abortion sex she asked Viktor her next
question.

"Do you think you could get anyone to teach you how to perform a
surgical abortion?"

On their first night together Karla and Viktor agreed they would share
all of their fantasies and always accommodate each other.  They also
would never judge each other.  Viktor didn't say anything.

"Viktor, my whole life I've had this crazy, insane fantasy of being
killed.  I know, it's absolutely crazy!  The abortion I just had.  My
God, it was like part of me being killed.  I cannot begin to describe
how erotic that was for me.  Some girls like diamonds.  I just want
abortions."

Viktor nodded.  He too enjoyed the abortion, but it was mostly because
he enjoyed playing gynecologist and loving seeing blood, particularly
from a vagina.

"I... let me talk to some people."

"I want to be showing.  Barely be showing when you abort.  How far
along would that be?"

"I'm not exactly sure."

"Oh, find out.  I want to see it.  Wouldn't it be cool if my breasts
starting producing milk?  Our dead baby would have no need for it, so
I could share it with you."

That appealed to Viktor more than the abortion.  But he was there to
serve her needs and she his.


HER SECOND ABORTION

Karla and Viktor were in the dungeon.  Viktor had few marketable
skills, but he was good at mechanical design.  He had designed a chair
for BDSM purposes.  It was to make a woman's ass and pussy available
for anything he cared to dish out.  It also made a very nice
gynecological exam chair.

Karla was nineteen weeks along and was definitely showing.  She
originally planned to abort at sixteen weeks, but wanted to progress a
little more.  And a little more.  Finally she just couldn't deny
herself any longer.

Yesterday Viktor had inserted laminaria into the opening to her cervix
to dilate it.  Viktor swabbed her vaginal area with iodine and waited
to let it dry.

"Karla, are you certain you don't want any medication?  I have plenty
of stuff I can give you."

Karla, who was strapped into the chair completely naked, looked over
at Viktor and said, "We've been through this.  I want to feel
everything.  I want to feel Jacob squirm inside me to avoid your death
blade."

Early into the pregnancy Karla decided the baby was a boy and his name
was Jacob.  She didn't want to think of him as an anonymous blob of
cells growing inside of her.  She wanted to know he was a living human
being with a name.

Viktor inserted the speculum revealing Karla's cervix.  He removed the
small sponge and the laminaria it was holding in.  Her cervix was
open.  Amazing that a piece of seaweed could do that.  He shined his
light in.  He couldn't see much.  He repositioned himself and re-aimed
his light and was amazed.  He could see the amniotic sac.  Viktor
grabbed an instrument and carefully inserted it into Karla's uterus
and broke open the sac.  Fluid immediately drained out of her.  He
wasn't prepared for that much to come out that fast.  Good thing he
too was naked.

Karla took in a slow breath and said, "I feel Jacob squirming
around."  She put her hand on her swollen abdomen.  "Yeah, he's
moving."

Viktor reached for the curette and moved towards Karla's vagina.

"No.  Wait.  I want to feel him squirm some more."  She held her hand
on her belly and smiled.  "You only have minutes to live you little
brat."  She took a few breaths.  "Okay, go get him."

Viktor's heart was racing.  He looked back in.  He could see Jacob
squirming about.  Without the amniotic sac and fluid to support him,
gravity had pulled him to the bottom of her uterus.  The speculum was
getting in the way, so he quickly removed it and replaced it with a
vaginal spreader.  He stuck the looped end of the curette into her
cervix.  Jacob moved making it easier to insert the weapon into his
mother's uterus.  Viktor blindly tried to hook onto something.  The
kid seemed to be pushing it away.

"Keep toying with him.  God I love this."

Sweat was beading up on Viktor's forehead and his cold, clammy hands
were shaking.  The curette got pulled out of his hand.  He grabbed it
again and pulled on it.  It was now just outside Karla's cervix and
was bloody.  Something was dangling out of her cervix.  Viktor reached
in with clamps and pulled it out.  An arm.

Not having much luck with the hooked curette, Viktor switched
instruments choosing the bladed one.  He very carefully inserted it
and gently made a sweeping motion across Karla's uterus.  Karla
breathed in deeply and said, "I think he's trying to go out the top."
The blade hit Jacob and Viktor gently sawed.  He had to poke around to
find what his blade had found.  It appeared to be a leg and part of
the torso.  Viktor extracted it, the piece of Jacob barely passing
through Karla's cervix.

"You were right, Jacob is a boy."

"Told ya'!"

Blood was coming out of Karla, a lot of it.  He was worried he had
injured her.

"How are you doing?"

"I am so enjoying this.  But I think Jacob is giving up, the little
shit.  Just finish him off."

Viktor reinserted the blade and found his mark.  He stabbed.  He found
Jacob and stabbed him again.

"He's stopped moving."

Viktor had to suction the blood away to get a good view.  He could see
the bloody remains of his son, Jacob, still attached to Karla's womb.
He carefully scraped away the rest of the baby and the placenta and
collected everything onto the plate with his arm and leg.  Viktor then
cleaned out her uterus with suction.

"All done."

"Let me see Jacob!"

Viktor stood up and handed the plate to Karla.  She looked at the
bloody remains.

"Viktor, this is so...."  She started to look like she was going to
cry, but instead burst into laughter.  "I feel so alive!  This is so
fucking cool, Viktor."  She gently rubbed Jacob's head.  "Couldn't you
have fought just a little longer your little piece of cunt shit?"

Karla bled for a couple of weeks as her uterus shed the lining it no
longer needed to support Jacob.  Viktor thought he was going to have
to shoot Karla with a tranquilizer dart as she was so giddy.  Her
breasts swelled up, but never produced milk, a big disappointment to
both of them.

Karla had finally stopped bleeding.  The two lied in bed after an
entire evening of sex.  She turned to Viktor and said, "I want to go
all the way next time."

Viktor gave her a puzzled look and said, "What have we been doing for
the past several months?"

"I'm not talking about sex, I'm talking about my next pregnancy."

"What do you have in mind?"

"I want to carry the baby for nine months, deliver it naturally, and
you kill it as soon as it's born."

Viktor silently gasped.  He remembered his promise not to judge her,
but felt that he needed to speak up.

"That would be murder."

"Abortion is murder.  So what?"

"How would we explain where the baby went?"

"Who has to know?  I don't care about delivering a healthy baby.  I
won't see an obstetrician.  I can hide my belly.  Our nearest neighbor
is five miles away, no one knows me.  Just think about beautiful that
will be.  You and I create a life and then destroy it."

"When?"

"As soon as I get my period again."


THE CONCEPTION

Three weeks later Karla got her period.  Viktor bought an ovulation
detector from the local drug store.  Using the kit and the calendar
they planned the conception.

Karla was strapped into the chair in the dungeon.  They had decided it
would be so erotic to give the baby life in the same exact location
where they would take that life away.  Karla had collected her
menstrual blood in a cup for the ceremony.  While both were atheists,
they wanted to breathe life into Karla's womb in a Satanic manner.
Candles illuminated the room.  Viktor painted a pentagram with her
blood on her stomach, right over her uterus.  He took a small sip of
the blood and handed it to Karla who drank the rest.  Blood from her
womb.  He kneeled and performed oral sex on her until she was on the
threshold of orgasm and then he stopped.  He continued this cycle
until finally Karla experienced the most intense orgasm of her life.
Viktor inserted himself in her.  She could not wrap her legs around
him as they were strapped into the knee cradles.  Very soon Viktor
came.  He unfastened the straps from Karla's legs so she could pull
her knees into her chest helping his seed find its way deep inside
her.

"I hope I get pregnant.  I will not be able to stand waiting another
month."

"Don't you have faith in our fertility ritual?"

"I have faith in your dick which is going to spend a lot of time
inside me for the next several days."

Karla's period due date came and went.  No blood.  She was nervous
about celebrating, but when the stick changed color she knew they had
done it.


SIX MONTHS LATER

Viktor thought Karla looked so hot.  Her breasts were large and full.
She curved in all the right places and had a large protrusion from her
lower abdomen.  Karla rubbed her belly.

"I cannot wait another three months."

"We could do it now."

"No, Ashley gets another three months and she's coming out on her
own."

Karla had decided the baby was a girl and named her Ashley.  She had
also shared with Viktor exactly how she wanted him to kill her.
Viktor was amazed.  He thought he had the most disturbed mind in
existence, but what Karla came up with was beyond anything he would've
thought of given a million years.  He secretly wondered if he'd even
be able to do it.  It was almost too diabolical.


THREE MONTHS LATER

Karla could not believe how huge she was.  She didn't own any
maternity clothes, so she stayed in the house wearing one of Viktor's
bathrobes, but more often nothing at all.  It was the dead of winter
so Viktor kept the furnace turned up for her.  Even being pregnant she
was cold, just not used to the Maine winters.

"Viktor, my water broke."


TWELVE HOURS LATER

"I cannot believe women do this for fun!"

Karla was back in the chair.  She had completely lost track of time
but knew she was sick of being in labor.  Viktor told her she was
dilated to 10 centimeters and she could start pushing.  Karla
struggled to push knowing her reward would very soon come.

"Come on you little bitch, slide out of me and meet your fate."

"I see the head, you're crowning."

Karla gave another push.

"Stop, let me rotate the shoulders."

Viktor did so.  He also suctioned out her mouth and nose.  Not really
sure why since she would be dead in a few minutes.

Karla pushed hard.  Viktor cradled the baby.  He saw the lack of
equipment.

"It's a girl.  She's a girl.  Ashley, Ashley is almost born."

Karla gave a final gentle push and the rest of Ashley came out.  The
baby started crying.

"Viktor!  Do it!  I didn't wait nine months and deliver her for you to
give up on me."

Viktor flipped the baby around and laid her on her back on Karla's
abdomen.  He held her right leg and probed her vulva.  He found her
vaginal opening.  He was able to slip his pinky in.  He had read that
sometimes girls are born without fully developed vaginas, that would
later develop on its own.  Ashley was ready.  He wouldn't need to use
the scalpel.

"Viktor!"

Karla was holding her baby against her body.  Viktor grabbed Ashley's
ankles and held her legs apart.  She was still crying her head off.
He let go of her right leg and found her vagina again and got his
bearings.  He rammed his cock into his daughter.  His daughter!
Ashley's crying went from cries of hunger and cold to shrieks of pain.

"What does she feel like Viktor?"

"Tight."

Karla reached down and felt Viktor's dick.

"You're barely in her.  Rape her!  Rape her to death!"

Viktor squeezed his buttocks muscles and pushed his hips forward.  He
wasn't going any deeper into Ashley.  He noticed blood trickling out
of her.

"Viktor, I want her to die while she's still tied to me.  I'm about to
deliver the placenta!"

Viktor grabbed tightly onto Ashley's ankles and combined a hard thrust
with a sudden jerk of her legs.  He felt something give.  Ashley's
shrieks went from mere pain to blood curdling agony.

Viktor paused and just felt her on him.  She was flailing wildly being
held still by his tight grasp on her ankles and Karla's holding her
against her body.  He started rhythmically moving his hips.  He was
still standing, but was putting a lot of his weight onto the baby and
Karla.  Blood was pouring out her now.

"She's bleeding.  It makes your period look like a drip."

"Good, she's hemorrhaging.  God, her ass is rubbing against my clit
every time you thrust.  I swear I'm about to cum."

Viktor closed his eyes.  He heard Karla's familiar screams of
passion.  He came with explosive force.  Then all was quiet.  He
wasn't sure when Ashley stopped screaming.  She lied limp on Karla's
belly.  Viktor took her arm and felt for her brachial pulse.  Nothing.

"Ashley is dead."

Karla didn't respond.

"Karla, are you okay?"

"Shhh, I'm enjoying this moment."

Viktor removed himself from his dead infant daughter's vagina.  Karla
picked up Ashley's lifeless, body and held it to her breasts.

"I feel like I'm still orgasming."

Viktor noticed the umbilical cord getting longer.  He reached just in
time to catch the placenta as it fell from Karla's vagina.  She took
it from him.

"Viktor?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you.  Thank you so much."  She started to choke up.  "I am so
happy right now."

She collected herself and asked for the table.  Viktor quickly moved
it so it was up against her body.  She set Ashley's body and placenta
down.

"I need some scissors.  And a scalpel."

He handed her both.

She cut through the umbilical cord near the placenta and set it in a
shallow bowl that was already on the table.  She used the scalpel to
cut a small triangle piece from the edge.  She held it up to Viktor's
mouth.  He accepted it.

"What's it taste like?"

"Steak.  Raw steak.  With a light, creamy texture.  Why don't you try
some?"

"Later, later."

She flipped the dead baby over onto her back.  She examined her pussy.

"You tore the shit out of her.  Look."

Ashley's vagina was ripped along the bottom almost completely to her
anus.

"That must've hurt like hell."

Viktor just nodded.

Karla took the scalpel, placed the blade inside Ashley's vagina and
cut in an upward motion.

"Karla, what are you doing?"

"An autopsy.  I want to see how she died."

"She bled to death."

Karla ignored him and probed around.

"I don't see her uterus anywhere, do you?"

Viktor looked around.  "Is that it?"

"No, that's her bladder.  Look", she stuck her pinky finger into
Ashley's vagina, "my finger just pokes right through.  There's an
ovary, or what's left of it.  The other ovary is gone and so is her
uterus."  She looked around Ashley's body for a few more seconds.
"Holy shit Viktor!"

Karla was grinning ear to ear.

Karla cut across her abdomen as if performing a c-section.

"I don't see it."

"Her uterus was probably very small, Karla."

"This is how I want to die.  Do they make condoms made out of barbed
wire?"

"Barbed wire?"

"Holy shit, Viktor.  There would be nothing I'd love more than for you
to rip my pussy to shreds and let me bleed to death as you fuck me
over and over."

"I'd rather have you alive."

"I can't wait to get pregnant again."

"You've been pregnant three times in a little over a year."

"Don't judge me!", she said with a grin.  "Besides I don't want to
live past 30.  I can't imagine being that old.  That gives you a
decade to perform a dozen more post-partum abortions and invent a
death condom."

Karla was still strapped into the chair, her legs wide open.  She
unfastened the straps and pushed the table out of the way.  Viktor
moved it the rest of the way for her.  She grabbed a towel and cleaned
herself off.  She then cleaned some of the blood off the chair and
dropped it onto the mat Viktor had laid on the floor earlier.

"Karla, I can clean up.  You rest."

She picked up Ashley, wrapped her in another towel then dropped her in
the pile.  She bent down and scooped up the mess and walked across the
dungeon.  Viktor followed her.  What the hell was she doing?  She
dropped everything in front of the furnace.  The furnace was huge.  It
used to burn coal, but had been converted to oil.  It still had a
large, heavy door.  She strained to open it.  As she did Viktor saw a
stream of blood run down her leg.

"Karla you're going to end up like Ashley."

"Isn't that the idea?"

She picked up the whole bloody mess, including the baby, and tossed it
into the furnace.  Viktor immediately heard all of the pops as the
moisture exploded.  The room smelled sickenly sweet of burning flesh.
She closed the door and turned her gaze to Viktor.  She saw his bloody
cock.  She kneeled before him and sucked his dick.  She savored
Ashley's blood and vaginal and uterine tissue that coated Viktor's
penis.

She stopped and walked back to the chair and got in.  Considering she
was running on almost no sleep, had been in labor for over 12 hours,
and sat spread eagle in the chair for at least an hour, and having
given birth, he was surprised she moved so easily.

"What are you doing?"

"I need my post-partum exam.  I also want you to check to see if my
milk as come in.  And you owe me."

"I owe you?"

"I caught you fucking another woman.  I could taste her on your cock."

"What can I do to make it up to you?"

"Fuck me."  She paused, "I know, the books say wait.  I don't care.  I
want you now."

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