I'm Home [Part Three]

Hey Friends,

Once Shonda and I were alone in her cell and assured that we weren't being spied on by Cain's guards, she began to tell me exactly why all of us women were being held captive there.

"Cain has some business in the black market," Shonda said, quietly. "It's more than drugs--that's just one small part of what he's into. But what he's doing here...with us..." She swallowed hard, as if holding back vomit. "...is making us...have babies for him."

I was confused. "Have babies? Why would he want that?"

"He sells them, Trasha. He sells them on the black market. There is a whole group of them--it's not just Cain. This is bigger than him, there is someone above him running the show. And it's been going on for years...we're both just new to getting caught up in it. He already sold Mar-kay."

I gasped--this shit was no joke.

"Every day," She continued. "we are given pregnancy tests. If you test positive, you are brought to a different part of the building. If you test negative, you are kept here and one of Cain's thugs rapes you so they can impregnate you. I've tested negative every day I've been here and I just can't take another one of Cain's henchmen raping me again! That's why I risked calling you. I know you, if anyone, can stop this."

"Have they done the tests yet today?" I asked, nervous. Perhaps I had already been tested, since I was freshly raped.

She nodded. "Yes...and I've already been raped. That's what they do--they test us, rape us and make us take a shower and then come back here. We'll be tested again tomorrow and I pray to God my test is positive. That will at least get me out of here and with the other Cows."

"Cows? Is that what the pregnant women are called?"

"Yes. The Cows have it much better--lots of food and rest and relaxation. And once the babies start being born, they help nurse and raise them, together. When the babies are old enough, they're taken and sold."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I felt my womb...I could very well be pregnant; I'm as fertile as the day is long. Plus, I've been having unprotected sex with Cain. It was all making sense now--the rubbers weren't really "too tight" like he said: it was his intention to get me pregnant!

"Well, there's nothing we can do until tomorrow. We should get some sleep. I have a feeling things will work out--just call it women's intuition."

I rubbed my belly and prayed that a fetus was growing within it. I don't think I ever wanted to be with child--ever. I normally cursed my fertile cunt, but now I'm hoping that years of abuse haven't worn it out. I was counting on my pussy and I just knew it wouldn't let me down.

[To Be Continued...]

Love,

Trasha