The Bargaining Chip

Daryl held Beth's hand as Doctor Finch squirted the cold gel onto her swollen belly. The sonogram machine used more electricity than Dawn would have liked, so it was done in the middle of the night when the boss was asleep.

"Everything looks good." The doctor said, smiling. "You're about thirty weeks along. Do you want to know the gender?"

Beth's green eyes latched onto Daryl's, and the blonde shook her head no.

"I wanna be surprised." She said.

Cleo Finch smiled and nodded. "You're still a little underweight. Ten more weeks, but they'll go by fast. Rest and food. I can't stress that enough."

"What about sex?" Beth asked, matter-of-factly.

"Fine for another month or so." Cleo smiled tightly as Daryl blushed.

"Well, that was easy enough." Negan thought to himself. The exhilaration he felt was the best. Restraining her arms gave him such a rise. He could almost sense his cock grow in excited response. Lifting her up and throwing her on the floor just added to his excitement. He enjoyed every moment of her futile struggle attempting to escape from beneath him. "Not now. Not ever again."

She started screaming for help, which turned into yelps of pain as he started kicking her back. Eventually, she calmed down enough to be able to take his hand off her mouth. "So, you're going to be a good little girl?" he asked her.

"Yes," she croaked to his satisfaction.

"Good. First things first," he said as he reached over to his duffle bag. Reaching inside, he pulled out another small bundle. Grabbing a fist full of her hair, he pulled her head back to show her the parcel, excited to see her reaction. She didn't disappoint. Her eyes went wide in fear. Her mouth opened as if to scream. "No, no, no…" he told her. "No screaming. Remember?"

She nodded her head in resignation.

"Good. Let's get started, shall we?" Unwrapping the bundle into a long length of rope and he showed it to her. Uncoiling it, he removed any kinks it might have picked up. Selecting the middle point, he folded the rope over so it was now half its original length. As she started to whimper, Negan began wrapping her wrists with the rope. Around and around he firmly wrapped her wrists. The Governor came over and used a ladder to loop the middle of the wrist restraints to a hook hanging from the ceiling.

"Why are you doing this?" Lori whimpered. Studying her closely, he could see tears welling up in her eyes. Her entire body weight pulled on her wrists. Her toes barely touched the floor. She was shivering, naked, and humiliated. Smiling with the thought that before long those hands currently caressing the crack of her ass would soon stroke the insides of her thighs. "Hmmm, that I will enjoy seeing," he thought to himself.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she dealt with humiliation and pain. Despite reason, despite knowing her situation and that it would be better if she acted weak and helpless, despite all the work and effort weighing on her shoulders, she acted. She twisted her hips, her ankle pulled free, her knee connected with his groin.

The Governor hissed and bent over, grabbing his testicles.

"Shit, are you alright?" another faceless voice called. When he didn't get an answer, Lori felt both her ankles tied, about three feet apart. The first man…she didn't know his name, she didn't care, walked up to her and her skin bristled when she heard the unbuckling of a belt.

The sudden feeling of a man slamming into her made her gasp. The first man's cum started leaking out of her, which helped to lubricate the second's path, but there were still two more to go. Eventually, he stopped. She wished she could remove herself them from his onslaught. It took all her effort just to endure the agony. Over a long while, her sobbing slowly began to subside.

Another grabbed the back of her head, thrusting his hips, forcing himself deeper inside.

Lori's eyes snapped open, and for a moment she didn't know where she was. She thought she was back there.

The panic attack hit her just before sunrise. She was trying to sleep, but wasn't able to. She felt safe…Rick was lying behind be with his arms wrapped firmly around her. She could feel his warm breath on my neck. Judy and Mika were sleeping on the mattress just ten feet from her. The light just starting to pour through the window let see their precious faces. "How can I keep my daughters safe?" She thought to herself. "It was tough enough before, but what about now? How can I keep my children safe?" Bobby, Luke, Alex and Carl were scatter throughout the room, each on a thin mattress.

She broke into cold sweats, and her heart felt as though it would pop out of her chest. Rick told her that he killed everyone involved, but she could still feel their presence everywhere. She slowly slid out of Rick's grasp, grabbed some clean clothes and headed to the shower. She tried to scrub herself from head to toe, trying to erase the constant feeling that she felt. Their hands were still on her. Tearing at her, whipping her, forcing themselves into her mouth. Her skin was red when she was finished. After all the oral sex they made her preform she then brushed her teeth until her gums bled, then gargled and pulled on a pair of large scrubs and a top that was able to accommodate her growing belly.

The child that was part hers and part monster was moving around. She was most likely close to thirty weeks. She could feel it move, and ran to the toilet to throw up. Nor morning sickness, but panic. The monsters who haunt her dreams is growing inside her. He'll forever be a part of her.

She can't have this baby.