Special Gifts Rescue!

by GoodLittleKaren

Julia gave birth to Carrie because some man knocked her up. Carrie’s mother made money by doing things for men. Apparently, one man’s condom broke and Julia’s life was suddenly altered. Julia thought about an abortion and went to a clinic early in her term. She knew she could not raise a child. It’s not that she didn’t want children...it’s just that life has its way of playing practical jokes sometimes. As Julia waited for her consultation she was reading the various notes on a bulletin board. Her eyes fell on a very small note that read “Special Gifts Rescue!” On the note was a picture of a woman standing there with a girl that looked to be about 2 or 3 years old holding her hand and smiling up at the woman. Julia’s eyes read lines such as “responsible birthing alternatives” and “lifetime care”. Julia never fully understood why she took down the note and put it in her purse. She was called in for the consultation, which lasted for about an hour. The clinic performed abortions and Julia listened to some pretty heavy talk. But what really got her was how much this would cost and how there was no way to guarantee that she would be able to have children in the future...if she so desired. Julia knew that inside her womb was a life. Did it really deserve to be just wasted like that? When it came time to sign the consent form, Julia hesitated. Her eyes were filled with tears and she just couldn’t bring herself to doing this. She left the clinic...feeling the dull eyes of the staff watching her. They had seen so many women and girls change their minds that this was nothing new.

Julia found her way down to a small coffee shop and sat there...thinking. Occasionally, woman with children would happen in and Julia observed them. The bright expressions in the children’s eyes made her feel even more lost. She fumbled in her purse for a tissue and brought out the note. She had to do something...so she found a payphone and called the number on the note. It was a woman’s voice on the other end that said...”Special Gifts Rescue!” Julia almost hung up but didn’t. Instead she managed to arrange an appointment for counseling. There was an opening the next day, so Julia took it. That night, as she dreamed, images of children filled her mind. The appointment was for early morning, so Julia woke and bathed and dressed. The note had no address on it, so Julia had to write it on the back. Giving the address to a cab driver...Julia sat back and watched the town begin to thin as they drove further out into the country. The cab pulled up to a large gate and the driver inched forward so Julia could press the “call” button. A tinny sounding voice said “Special Gifts Rescue!” Julie announced herself and her appointment confirmation number. The gate swung slowly open and the cab eased forward. They drove up the long, wooded driveway to the house. “House” was an understatement. This place was enormous. Julia payed the fair and waked up the steps to the large door and pressed the bell button.

The door opened and before her stood a young woman that must have been about 20 or so. “Julia?” the woman said. Julia nodded. “Welcome...” the woman said and stepped back allowing Julia to enter. They walked to a desk and the woman took a folder out with several forms in it. “I’m Kathryn!” she smiled...offering Julia a hand. “Today...” she continued, “you will be seeing Dr. Anderson!” Kathryn seemed to sense Julia’s state of uncertainty and said softly...”Don’t worry. Everything will be fine!” Kathryn led Julia to a small office and eased a large, leather chair back from in front of the desk. “Have a seat, dear!” she smiled. “Dr. will be right with you.” And she left. Julia gazed around the office. For all intents...it appeared like just about any other Dr.’s office she had seen. There were diplomas on the wooden wall...the usually trimmings on the large desk. When the door swung open, Julia saw a woman enter wearing the typical white smock. “You must be Julia...” she said and offered Julia her hand. Julia got up and took the hand but was completely stunned by how beautiful this woman was. Her hair was thick and jet black and it fell over the shoulders of the white smock in full folds. “I’m Dr. Anderson...” she said. Julia looked into a pair of deep, rich green eyes. “Please sit...” the Dr. said and moved behind the desk. “Can I get you anything?” she asked. “Water, coffee...?” “No thank you!” Julia replied. Dr. Anderson opened the folder the assistant placed on the desk and took a pen in hand.

“We start with a few basic questions...” she said to Julia. Julia answered the questions about her name and her age...and her length of “term”, watching as the Dr. filled in the form. When she set the pen down and looked at Julia she said...”What we do here is offer women and girls a ‘safe’ alternative to the cruelty and hardship of abortions.” Julia could not get over how piercing the doctor’s eyes were as she continued...”We are not anti-abortionists. That’s something that is often times necessary and in some occasions warranted fully. It’s a ‘case by case’ situation.” Julia could feel the doctor’s deep eyes studying her reactions. “If this is something you decide...” she continued, “then we would allow you to feel free and pursue it. We do not offer any referrals here...so you would have to seek your own facility.” Julia thought about the expense and trauma of such a choice. “Rather...” the doctor continued, “what we offer women and girls is something much less stressful...both physically and emotionally speaking.” Dr. Anderson studied Julia’s expressions with interest. “Do you have any questions, dear?” she said.

Julia thought carefully before speaking. “I don’t fully understand yet...” she said. “I guess I would like to know about the costs involved and what actually happens...” (she glanced around the room before adding)...”here.” “Our facility does not deal with any insurance companies...” the Dr. said. “We do not accept payment of any kind for our services. The only thing we require is that the infant is released to us...” she hesitated, watching Julia’s face carefully before adding...”forever!” “So you are like some kind of ‘adoption agency’?” Julia asked. “Not adoption...” the doctor said. “We have very strict ‘placement’ policies here. But once you decide to use our facility...there is no turning back, as it were.” “What happens to the children?” Julia asked...apprehensively. “What’s more important...” the doctor replied, “is what happens to the mothers!” Julia listened as the doctor said things about “productive lives” and “healthy families”. “Many of the mothers that leave here often go on to have wonderful, happy and loving families!” she added. This appealed to Julia. Perhaps one day, she would like to get married and have children...just not right now. As each of her questions was addressed and Julia felt, somehow comfortable with the answers she was given.

“We begin with a thorough examination...” the doctor stated. “...not only a physical one but a back ground check as well. There is one other thing you should know, Julia...” the doctor said. “We only accept female infants at Special Gifts Rescue. If the exam reveals that the baby is male we would have to turn you away...however we do offer assistance with that through our partnership with an organization called ‘Male Rescue Resources’.” “Would I ever get to see or know my child?” Julia asked. Dr. Anderson looked deeply into Julia’s eyes and said...”I’m afraid not, dear. For once a release is granted the mother is totally separated from the infant.” Julia thought very hard about this. “But I assure you that each child gets only the best care and upbringing. In fact...” she added, “many of the children have gone on to become very prominent people in society!” Julia found herself imagining her child becoming a lawyer or doctor or something. Dr. Anderson rose and waked to Julia. “Allow me to show you around our facility, dear!” They left the office and walked through halls with several rooms. “This is the maternity ward...” the doctor said...opening a door. In the room were several bassinettes and various female assistants tending to each baby. They continued down hallways to a large operating room. “We have only the world’s finest obstetricians here!” she told Julia. “Every child is delivered by Caesarian to ensure the safety of the mother, as well as allowing her to continue to have children in the future.” Again...this appealed to Julia. The tour took them through various other rooms that Dr. Anderson called “recovery”. Julia was not allowed into any of the rooms to “assure confidentiality” as the doctor put it. The visit ended back at the front entryway. “It was nice to meet you, Julia!” the doctor smiled. “Read the literature and think very carefully, will you?”

A cab was waiting and Julia left with her mind filled with information to ponder. For the next few days she looked over the pamphlet and consent forms. But it was one part that caught her eye. The doctor didn’t mention the fact that the “donators”, as they were referred to in the literature were given $50,000 dollars for their infant girls. That was the deciding factor for Julia. She made the appointment and moved in temporarily at the facility. It was determined that the baby was, indeed female. Though she was not allowed to associate with any other women there...Julia was well cared for. In fact, she was pampered more so than she ever had been in her life. The pre-natal care was impeccable. On the delivery day Julia was prepped and given a natural sedation. She never felt more than a slight pressure on her side as the child was removed and instantly taken away before Julia could see her.

There was about a week of “recovery” to go through and Dr. Anderson saw Julia every day. Before she was released...Julia was given a form to fill out. “We do allow the mother’s to select a name for their infants!” the doctor told her. Julia looked through all the baby name books and decided on “Carrie” because she felt it reflected the term “care”. It would be years before she would ever happen across her daughter again and she accepted the check and left the facility.

The delivery went perfectly. There had been two deliveries that day. Dr. Anderson followed the two assistants into her “private” examination room. Two, glorious, swaddling infants were placed on the large bed and the assistants left. Dr. Colleen Anderson carefully unwrapped the two cooing newborns before her. Her hands gently caressed each tiny body and parted their chubby, tiny legs. Colleen gazed down at the two, soft, pouty creases and whispered “Welcome to the world my little darlings!” She leaned down and kissed first one...then the other baby girl right on their small slits. Each infant mode soft purring sounds as Colleen’s tongue explored. Colleen’s pussy was on fire and her hand slid into her panties. Her fingers toyed with herself...mimicking her tongue’s movements as she licked and sucked at the tender cunts before her. Colleen fingered herself into frenzy as she ate. True to their nature....each baby relaxed and unleashed a stream of urine. Colleen’s fingers plunged deeply as she drank the bitter-sweet piss. She gulped hungrily and swallowed every drop. Her wet pussy clung at her two fingers buried deep within her. Before allowing herself to come...she flipped each baby onto their stomachs and ate deeply at the tiny, pink little anuses of each girl. Her tongue found its way wonderfully into each rubbery little ass. Her hand slapped furiously at her own pussy while her fingers pummeled her sopping cunt. Grinding down hard and squeezing her legs tightly...Dr. Anderson came heavily...soaking her hand and fingers. Colleen moved back and smeared her wetness all over each baby girl...admiring how their pink, little bodies glistened. She licked her cream from the soft, warm skin of each before standing and recomposing herself. Colleen toweled each infant and summoned the “wet nurses”. The wet nurses were two women in their 30’s that continued to lactate heavily...providing nourishment for the babies.

“How are they?” one nurse asked. “Absolutely heavenly...” Dr. Anderson replied as the babies were taken off to their wards. It was time to make her “rounds” and Colleen went from room to room...checking on each mother. There was one woman...a black lady that had a difficult time during delivery. The sedative caused her to be delusional and during the operation she kept insisting that the baby was coming out of her cunt. Colleen went in and saw the woman laying there...still pretty doped up. “I’m ruined...” she sobbed. “You are NOT ruined, darling!” Colleen said to her. The lady began to babble about her “coochie” being stretched and it was now “unusable” by any man. “Your vagina is fine, dear!” Colleen tried to offer. “Look at it!” the woman screamed. “I’m ruined!” With the help of two assistants...Colleen agreed to “examine” the woman’s vagina. The woman’s wrists were bound to the bed railings as the assistants raised and parted her legs. Before her eyes...Colleen saw the darkest, fullest, pinkest folds. She placed a surgical glove on each hand and began to examine the woman. Colleen’s own pussy tingled madly as she parted the woman’s labia and gazed at the rich, pink tunnel. She could see the swollen contours with in and she knew this woman was no stranger to cocks. Dr. Anderson tried to assure the woman that she was fine but the woman kept insisting that she wasn’t. “It’s too loose now!” she groaned. Colleen was becoming quite annoyed with this now and said firmly,...”It’s NOT too lose...look!” With the two assistants still holding the woman’s legs apart...Colleen shoved her middle finger completely up and into the woman. The palm of her hand came to rest against the woman and Colleen said...”Do you feel that?” The woman let out a soft groan...”Uhhhhhhhhh!” and Colleen could feel her vaginal muscles tightening on her finger. “You DO feel it, don’t you Crystal?” and she wiggled her finger inside the woman. “Yesssssssssss....” the woman groaned. On the heel of her palm, Colleen could feel the firm bump of Crystal’s clit. Her body writhed and she groaned loudly...”Please FUCK me!!” Colleen looked to the two assistants and said...”Hold her!” Colleen leaned down close to the woman’s face and said...”Do you REALLY want this?” and she pressed her hand tight against the woman. “Oh GOD...yesssssssssss...” Crystal groaned. Colleen stood up and began her digital assault. Crystal gripped Colleen’s finger tightly as Colleen spanked her cunt harder and harder.

Colleen’s other hand pulled back the dark hood over Crystal’s clit. It protruded nearly a quarter of an inch and was as richly pink as Crystals insides were. Colleen pinched and tugged at it firmly with her fingers. Crystal’s eyes were shut tightly as she writhed under Colleen’s abuse. “Do you feel it, honey?” Colleen asked. “Do you feel it fucking you?” “Oh GOD...yesssssssssss...” Crystal grunted, grinding hard on Colleen’s hands. Colleen knew exactly what would send Crystal over the edge. With her middle finger buried deeply...Colleen pressed her now wet ring finger firmly up Crystals butt. “Uhhhhhhhhh...” Crystal grunted...”ahhhhhhhhhh...” Colleen moved her palm back and looked down...her fingers held Crystal’s hood back and watched as Crystal began to squirt fiercely. “God, this woman can come!” Colleen thought to herself as she watched gob after thick, rich gob bursting from Crystal. Crystal’s body heaved up hard and came to rest back on the soaked sheets. Colleen looked at Crystal’s face which was soaked with sweat and watched her gasping and panting for air.

Crystal opened her dark, brown eyes and uttered...”My GOD, baby! No one has ever...” but she could not finish her words. She only let out a low, guttural moan as Colleen eased her fingers out slowly. Colleen removed the gloves and stepped on the opener for the disposal can and dropped them in. She rinsed her hands at the sink and brought a cool washcloth back and wiped Crystal’s forehead. “See...”Colleen said. “Your pussy is just fine!” Dr. Anderson’s body ached for release. She would have enjoyed more than anything climbing up on the bed and grinding her throbbing cunt hard on Crystal’s face as she ate the black woman’s succulent pussy. But clients were normally “off limits” so she didn’t. But her body ached for release. The two assistants allowed Crystal’s legs to fall and Colleen saw them press together tightly. “She’ll be fine, now!” Colleen said. “Brenda...” Colleen said to one,”...will you see that Crystal gets bathed and fed?” Brenda nodded as Colleen turned towards the other assistant. “Jennifer...” she said, “Will you gather the new arrival Carrie and bring her to my exam room?” Jennifer new exactly what this meant and said...”Yes, doctor!” and quickly left the room.

On the way back to her examination room, Colleen signed some forms and finally said to one girl...”I’m not to be disturbed, understand?” The girl nodded and walked away as Colleen entered the examination room. A soft knock on a side door signaled the arrival of Jennifer and Carrie. “Come in!” Colleen said. Jennifer was a lovely young lady in her 20’s. She possessed deep, brown hair and hazel eyes. “On the bed, please!” Colleen said. Jennifer laid Carrie on the bed as Colleen began to undress. Now fully naked...Colleen went to Carrie and removed the blanket. She glanced to Jennifer and said...”You too, sweetheart!” Jennifer quickly stripped as Colleen climbed onto the bed and hovered herself “doggy style” over Carrie’s tiny body. “Fuck me, sweetheart!” Colleen said to Jennifer and turned her attention to the chubby, smooth pout between Carrie’s parted legs. Jennifer knew her task and pushed her face between Colleen’s firm butt cheeks. Colleen tilted her hips and ground herself back onto Jennifer’s face. Jennifer had a certain talent for eating ass and pussy and Colleen groaned softly as she ate hungrily at Carrie’s smooth pussy. Colleen could feel Carrie squirming as she sought out the hidden pearl with her lips. Colleen could feel Jennifer pressing two fingers into her sopping folds and her thumb probed softly into Colleen’s asshole. Jennifer’s tongue licked at the doctor’s rubbery muscle as her hand went to work. Colleen’s finger...wet from spit toyed and danced over Carrie’s tiny pucker before easing tenderly inside. It did not take long for Jennifer’s mouth and fingers to bring Colleen to a full blown orgasm. Though...in her mind she knew it was nothing compared to Crystal’s. Carrie’s soft giggles emanated from beneath her and Colleen eased away. Dr. Anderson placed Carrie up on a pillow and smiled to Jennifer. “It’s your turn, honey!” she said and watched Jennifer climb up between Carries legs. Jennifer’s glorious ass wagged seductively to Colleen as the assistant began to eat away.

Colleen spread Jennifer’s perfect globes and put her face between them. She let them close around her face as she started to eat Jennifer’s precious asshole. Colleen loved the taste of butt and sucked and licked like a mad woman while occasionally spanking Jennifer’s pretty orbs. Colleen made a fist and stuck out her thumb and shoved it into Jennifer’s rich pussy. She could feel Jennifer shuddering as she attacked her fast with her thumb, while eating wildly away at the soft, wrinkle. Colleen stuck her tongue as far up Jennifer’s but as she could and felt it squeeze as she licked the inner walls. Jennifer’s cries were muffled as her face pressed even more tightly to Carrie’s little cunt. Jennifer came beautifully and fell to her side. Colleen looked down and saw that Carrie’s inner labia were swollen and wet. The infant girl’s eyes seemed to shine as she grinned toothlessly at the doctor. “Perhaps you are a ‘keeper’!” Colleen said gently. A voice on the intercom interrupted her thoughts. “Dr. Anderson...” it squealed. Colleen pressed the talk button...”Yes?” “The ‘Chess Club’ is here, doctor!” “I’ll be right out, Karen!” Colleen replied to the voice. Colleen went to the sink and rinsed her hands thoroughly. She looked to Jennifer on the bed...who was still panting softly...and said...“Carrie stays with us, dear!” Colleen redressed in new clothes and walked out of the exam room.

As she walked down the hallway to her office she thought about the “Chess Club”. It was a group of very influential Lesbian women that had not only a passion for chess...but young girls as well. It was a very secret society and one of its members was a senator that was running for President. They were also very highly paying clients of Special Gifts Rescue. As Colleen walked into the room of suited women she smiled and said...”What can I do for you ladies?” One woman that Colleen hadn’t seen before rose and stated...”Chelsea desires a ‘little sister’!” The woman removed her dark glasses and looked to Colleen...adding...”Of course this is a matter of ‘State’ and will be totally confidential.” Colleen smiled to herself as she unlocked a file cabinet and removed a portfolio. She knew Chelsea well...for she was born at the facility. Dr. Anderson selected a file of brunettes...knowing Chelsea’s desires very well indeed!

“Perhaps she would like a private interview...” Dr. Anderson said to the group. On the cover of the file was simply...”$1,000,000”. “A few more of these and I can retire!” Colleen thought silently as they all looked through the photos.

The end!