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Wounded Wolf	By : Squeaky Category: Celebrities - Misc > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1496 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is not a true story. I don't know Charles Manson and am not affiliated in any way with the California Corrections Department nor any hospital. I am making no money from the story. Let the good times roll!

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Spring 1985
I have no calendar anymore, so I'm not sure what month it is. I'm in severe pain, contractions wracking my body. I'm squatting down in a small room at the commune, my new home.
I try to remember the breathing technique, along with all the other little tips Charles gave me. Don't push, just breathe. Don't lay down. Stretch and walk.
I hope desperately everything will be okay; I've only seen a doctor once. It was hard to find a female obstetrician that Charlie approved of, and she rubbed me the wrong way. She stared at the X on my head, and asked me who the father was. I just replied, "A very strong man.. My husband."
She then recommended a full course of tests and treatments that I said I'd run by Charles. He told me these tests could make the baby go deaf, blind, mute or possibly all three, and said that they would disrupt my energy. Then he told me that I had to give birth at the commune.
I cry out, feeling the child drop painfully. I keep squatting and rocking back and forth, allowing the baby to move at their own pace. I have no idea whether this child is a boy or a girl.
After what seems like hours and probably is, I feel the head crown. That means I'm finally able to have visitors, and I dial a doctor on the field phone. The one man Charlie trusts to help me with the baby is a man he's named Fuzzy. A former veterinarian, he's the closest thing we have to a real doctor.
He walks in and helps me to get my head clear.
"I see beautiful dark blue eyes." he reassures me. "Just keep breathing."
I nod, in a lot of pain. I feel so gross! I'm pretty sure every body function a person can have, I am having almost all at once. It's not like the movies, where they're looking perfect and laying down in minimal pain. However it's also not like the movies in that no one is yelling at me to push. Nurses aren't filling the room, and no one has me on back in a vulnerable and impractical position. This is a dignified birth, even considering the blood, sweat and tears.
"I.. I wish Charles was here." I cry. Fuzzy hugs me and nods, pressing the yellow blame doll into my hand. The one Charles had made for the baby.
The sun is shining by the time the baby is out. I find it took seven excruciating hours. It's another son for Charlie, with the dark eyes and wild hair to match. He even has the same smile! But there's something missing. A name. I remind myself that even Charlie didn't have a name for a week, and that just being Noname was acceptable for him.
That conjugal, Charles inspects his new son in the baby blue blanket. He's swaddled up snugly, just tight enough, and his doll is tucked into the blanket. The little boy coos and giggles, smiling wide at his father. He certainly knows.
"I'm going to call him Skyhawk." Charles announces. Then he captures me in a rough kiss. "Gimme some.." he growls, pawing at my chest through my tight top.
"Ch-Charlie.. I just gave birth!" I whimper. I open my mouth, though, ready and willing to go down on him. He shakes his head.
"Naw, not that. I want something to drink." He snickers. I nod, unbuttoning my shirt to show off my breasts. They've gone from a modest 34B to being large enough to jiggle and hang slightly. I'm embarrassed by my body. Charlie latches on easily, sucking and tasting. He must really enjoy it, because soon he's taking deep drags.
He feeds right beside his son, who is sleeping soundly in a tiny carrier. I hear the soft, tiny huffs he gives out and smile faintly.
"Let's see the rest of you, cariño."
My stretch marks and extra skin have me afraid, but he knows that Spanish turns me on. He's picked up quite a bit from inmates and guards alike. I slowly take off my clothes, and he guides me to my knees.
I lick him like a lollipop at first, just around the head. He's thick and uncut, and I enjoy every second. After a while, my teeth are covered by my lips and I'm sucking as hungrily as he was. But I know I need to send Charlie over the edge.
I rub at his balls, pressing on the right spots. He loves it when I rub just where his sack meets his powerful shaft. When he climaxes, I press just behind his balls, milking all the cum I can from him.
"Incredible.." he sighs, hugging me tightly. Skyhawk begins to cry, fussing a lot. This time, Charles calms him by singing a song. Both of us relax; he sounds just like Bing Crosby.
Charles looks at me. "You have to keep your titties full.. even once this guy's done, understand?"
I nod. We fall asleep together, all three of us happy. What a beautiful family.
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