1 Name: Kuchisake : 2008-03-11 19:03 [Del]
How Cynthia discovered her abortion fetish
Cynthia was a 22-year old, good-looking girl with long
legs and red hair. Se had a boyfriend and a fairly
normal sex life, meaning she had sex with him usually
every day. He was boy number 5 in her life and so far
she had used the pill as contraception –
successfully. So she was not too interested in the subject of
abortion except she was pro choice but rather in a
theoretical manner. Of course, would she get pregnant she
would know where and how to obtain an abortion. It is
legal in France up to 12 weeks on demand and in
neighbouring Netherlands nobody will ask any question up to 22
weeks and in some clinics 28 weeks (not exactly legal,
but openly tolerated). So she didn't
8 Name: Anonymous : 2008-07-04 12:50 [Del]
I was 15 when my English teacher took my virginity up against the equipment roon wall. Sure, I had a crush onhim but this development was quite a shock and forced me from the world of hearts and flowers on the back of my notebook to 'Fuck me harder' with a bang. I had been holding my breath thinking he might actually kiss me when he lifted my dress, tore my panties and shoved his dick inside me. He panted away for a couple of minutes while I stood there wide-eyed, then he grunted and I felt something running down my leg as he stepped back and zipped his pants. He leered at me, 'a virgin, huh? well I guess not anymore!' Then he laughed and left the room. This was not the romantic schoolgirl dream I had imagined, and when I began to suspect weeks later that I was pregnant, well that wasn't part of the plan either. Being dumb and young, I forced myself not to think of the possibility. All the while I denying the obvious, my flat 15 year old tummy began to take on a rounder and rounder shape. At night, I'd rub my hand over the bump and think to myself, 'I need to take care of this soon...but don't think about it now'. Finally, about 4 months after my teacher so lovingly planted his seed in me, I confided in my 22 year old sister. She pulled up my baggy sweatshirt, saw the size of my bump and cried, 'oh my god, you idiot! what were you waiting for!' and marched me immediately down to the free clinic. I really didn't need hear them say I was almost 15 weeks gone. I didn't even have to open my mouth as she told me I had to right to have the state pay for an abortion without my mother's consent or knowledge -- I just nodded. She handed me a card with a date 7 days away. It seemed they only performed mid-term abortions two days a week and there were many girls already signed up ahead of me. 'Lucky them' floated through the back of my mind and I wondered where that came from. I thought about it and I realized I was actually looking forward to this. Not just the relief of getting out of a bad situation, or the satisfaction of severing the connection to my teacher, but for the experience itself. The idea of taking control over this thing I created and stopping it, ending it, terminating it, exterminating it -- it was mine to do with as I chose, and I chose to have it scraped and sucked out of me. As this thought crystallized in my mind while my sister silently drove me home, I felt chills down my spine, a throbbing in my groin and a flutter in my stomach entirely different than what I felt when the baby kicked. I was horny as hell at the idea of aborting my 15 week fetus! As I jumped out of the car, my sister said, 'I'll drive you to your appointment and I won't tell Mom'. I ran to my room, laid on my bed and masturbated with the handle of my hairbrush. I imagined it was the abortionists' tool and he was removing my baby. I screamed into my pillow ' terminate it, exterminate it' as I came. I repeated this fantasy 2 or 3 times a day. Each day, the knowledge that the true day of my abortion was getting closer made my anticipation and my orgasm better and better. When the day finally arrived I was literally trembling with excitement. I stood looking at my naked tummy which was bigger than ever. I rubbed my hand back and forth over the bump saying in a quiet, smiling voice, 'today I am going to the clinic and they are going to tear you apart and crush you and pull you out of me piece by piece and then suck out every drop of you that's left behind because I want them to, I told them to, because I choose to abort you.' At the clinic as a I lay on the table with my feet in the stirrups, my trembling was even greater. The doctor saw this and thought I was scared, so he told the nurse to sedate me. Panicking, I practically yelled, 'No! I want to be awake!' I forced myself to calm down a little and told him I was just anxious to have it over with. He said OK and got started. At almost 16 weeks, I didn't know what to expect. Let me tell you, it was nothing like the quick little suction procedure you hear about -- that's for the girls who get it taken care of as soon as they suspect. I wouldn't know what those are like because I all of mine (4 in all) have been from 15 to 27 weeks. This of course is by my choice because the anticipation and the actual experience is so fulfilling at this later stage. Anyway, that first time I had no idea what to expect, so when the doctor inserted the instrument which stretched my vagina and cervix, I climaxed. I saw the doctor smirk a little and he twisted the instrument back and forth a little and pumped it slightly in and out - just enough to let me know that he knew but not not enough to alert the nurse who was at the counter on the other side of the room. The doctor's smirk was now a grin as he whispered, 'one of those, huh? we'll make this fun' as I wriggled and squirmed on the table. As the doctor inserted the next instruments to stretch me even wider, he added an extra twirl here, and pump in and out there, all the time secretly chuckling to himself. When I was finally stretched wide enough, my doctor got down to business, describing what he was doing at each step. I got the impression from the nurse's reaction that this wasn't typical, so I appreciated the narrative he offered for me. 'I'm using the scissors to sever the limbs; I'm removing the limbs; I'm now crushing the head so it will fit through your channel; I'm sucking the organs out of the torso; I'm cutting the torso into pieces; I'm pulling out the larger pieces of skull and torso; I'm scraping the placenta away from the wall of the uterus; I'm suctioning out the remaining tissue.' I don't know how I hid my excitement and my orgasms from the nurse, but my doctor sure knew! The nurse looked at him strangely once more when he carried the pan with all the fetal remains over to where I could look at it -- he knew without my asking that I would want to see. It was a really big pan, so the tissue wasn't all piled together -- this was good because I could clearly make out all the separate parts. I felt another rush go through me as I counted fingers and toes. I had a part in creating this creature - that foot was the one that kicked me last night as I fell asleep and today as I rode in my sister's car to the clinic and even as I lay with my feet in the stirrups waiting for the doctor to begin. But now it wasn't kicking anymore, because I stopped it. The doctor dismembered my fetus and sucked it out of me at my request. I used my right, my power to end it. And wow did it feel good!