Author's Note: Thanks for the many downloads and praises, fellow readers. I shall be grateful that you are cheering me on as I continue Cooljoe64's legacy by finishing his fanfic. Keep it going and remember: Criticism is always welcome, so long as it's constructive.

-Voltalia

A couple months later, the Mistress was finally beginning to show. She no longer had to worry about the morning sickness, but her cravings intensified. For some reason, she found herself attracted to raw meat (which gave the rest of the staff reason for concern lest she'd get tapeworms, especially in her condition) and felt the urge to binge on chocolates. Lavender, which was one of her favorite scents in the world, was now repulsive to her and instantly gave her headaches. But one surprising outcome from her accidental pregnancy was more obvious than the rest: sometimes, Mistress even found herself being really horny, so much so that she would try to hump anything and anyone she saw if given the chance.

Normally whenever Mistress woke up to start up the daily routines at Ultraprison, she would've gotten up somewhere around 5:00 AM. But seeing how her unborn child was apparently taking up more and more of her stamina, she often slept in later. For this reason, she had recruited herself an assistant who was to work for her until she had her baby and to help out with the tasks that had now become more difficult for her to perform.

Her assistant was a lovely strawberry-blonde young woman, probably either 18 or 19, who went by the name Anais. She had recently converted to Islam and so she was mainly seen wearing a dark green hijab that managed to cover up her beautiful hair that reached all the way to her shoulder blades. She had ears that were almost as pointed as an elf's, save for the fact that the tips were mostly rounded. The ears seemed rather fitting for her slender, oval face which sat upon a neck as thin as a stilt as the rest of her body was. Her mahogany eyes contrasted against her skin, which was about as white as sour cream, and shined out from high cheekbones. In all seriousness, Anais was quite the attractive woman.

This morning, Anais was going to accompany Mistress to her second checkup while Cherice and NOVA were left behind to look after the female inmates.

"You seem chippier this morning." Anais commented upon seeing her rather cheerful boss.

"Why, thank you, Annie." Mistress chirped. "Well, we better get going. We don't want to keep Dr. Mumford waiting."

So Anais and Mistress went ahead and departed for the checkup. Along the way, Mistress's mood changed and she began to act anxiously.

I hope he remembered. Mistress thought to herself. The Warden had reluctantly agreed, a few weeks back, to come with them as well.

...

After going through the normal procedures and even receiving two copies of What to Expect When You're Expecting (Warden had no choice but to take the other copy back with him to Superjail and study it), Anais and Mistress returned to Ultraprison and went to her office to tell Anais's parents over the phone how she was.

"Now Anais, do you want to speak with your parents or would you rather I do it?" Mistress asked her young assistant.

"Well, uh, I'm sure my mother and father would like to hear your voice." Anais indecivisely answered.

"I suppose I could explain my plight to them. After all, they need to know why you're serving me."

Anais told Mistress her parents' phone number and watched her mistress dial and call them up.

"Hello? Is this Mrs. Jacobson?" Mistress asked.

"Of course. Who are you?" the woman, Mrs. Jacobson, answered.

"I am Anais's boss, the Mistress."

"Hello. So how is lil' Annie?"

"She is actually doing a great job being my assistant." Mistress chirped. "I cannot begin to tell you how much she's helped me while I'm in my condition..."

"Condition? What do you mean?"

"If you must know, I am currently four months pregnant."

"Oh, congrats to you! Oh, hang on. I need to tell Dudley about this."

Mrs. Jacobson put Mistress on hold for about a minute before coming back on the line with her husband and Anais's father, Mr. Dudley Jacobson.

"Hello to you, Mistress!" Dudley greeted his daughter's boss. "I share my wife's congrats with you and your baby. I hope your husband will help out too."

"Well, actually, I don't have one." Mistress candidly told him.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not married nor am I even in a relationship at the moment."

"What?!" Dudley shouted shockingly. "You mean to tell me you had premarital sex? What the hell is this madness?"

"Let me explain..."

"No! Let me tell you something, Mistress. You have just earned yourself a spot in Hell for what you have put yourself through..."

"Now, Dudley..." Mrs. Jacobson tried to interject.

"Stay out of this, Kelly!" Dudley interrupted his wife. "Mistress, you are a whore! A whore! And I want to see to it that Anais doesn't follow your example."

"Dudley, please don't do this to Anais!" Kelly begged Dudley. "Let her be happy! Let her be a Muslim and please let her help Mistress during her pregnancy!"

He didn't listen.

"Goodbye, Mistress..." Dudley finished bitterly. "See you in Hell."

Then he hung up.

"Well?" Anais asked curiously. "How'd it go with my parents?"

"Um, let's just say your father wants nothing to do with me." Mistress replied sheepishly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back to my room and cry."

Mistress then left the room and left her young Muslim assistant behind. Suddenly, Cherice came in to see Anais curled up into a ball on the floor.

"What happened?" Cherice asked Anais. "Where's Mistress?"

"She just had a talk with my parents about how I was doing and she said my dad wants nothing to do with her." Anais answered. "She's back in her room crying, I guess."

"Do you think we should check on her?" Cherice asked again.

"Yeah, I guess we should." Anais answered uncertainly.