TRIGGER WARNING:
RAPE
BREASTFEEDING KINK
SEVERE MOMMY FETISH
DEGRADATION
THIS CHAPTER IS EXPECTED TO DISTURB YOU. PLEASE TURN AWAY IF YOU THINK YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD.
I DO NOT CONDONE HARPER'S ACTIONS AND NEITHER SHOULD YOU. THIS IS NOT A POTRAYAL OF LOVE, BUT A POTRAYAL OF ABUSE. THIS IS NOT TO BE DESIRED OR EMULATED IN REAL LIFE.
Time went by as a blur. You can't quite remember what happened after your last rape hell with Harper. But before you knew it, a week has gone by.
Or has it been a month? You don't know and you can't find the motivation to care. Harper has driven off all your allies, you have no money, no other place to live, no contacts. She did a great job 'convincing' you to not leave her.
Eat, rinse, cuddle, kiss, excrete, repeat. Harper was rambling about her twin sister being rude and inconsiderate, but you can't bring yourself to focus on what she's saying. You're trying to ignore her lips on your skin.
Disgusting. You hate it. You hate her. You hate everything about this place. You hate the horrible, horrible memories held here.
The worst thing is, you can't even express it. You'll get punished.
You didn't even get to eat the cake she promised you.
It scares you that she seem to become more and more 'comfortable'. That was a euphemism for deranged.
The things she speak of made you cry silently. No, she did not raise her voice, it remained cheerful and bubbly. But the content of her words really threaten to break your sanity.
"...If I have a dick, everything would be so much easier and pleasurable. I can take you whenever you want, fill you up until your cute little belly is inflated like a little beach ball. You wouldn't be able to move, so you would rely on me to do everything for you. Wouldn't it be nice? Wouldn't you like it if I have a dick to dump my cum into your yearning pussy? Your job would only consist of you warming my bed and being my darling sex slave. You wouldn't need to lift a finger, you would be spoonfed, cleaned and loved by me." Harper would fondle you while whispering obscene scenarios in your ears.
Despite knowing that she won't just magically grow a functional phallus one day, the idea of Harper wanting you to reduce yourself into this mindless, useless, immobile sextoy is torture. For every day that passes, Harper's objectifying behavior towards you increase.
You're too afraid to tell her to stop. You're too afraid to get raped again.
"Who's mommy Harper's darling baby~?" She cooed, tickling your sides. You're laughing because her touches are ticklish, but you're actually crying. The well in your eyes dried up, so it hurts more.
You can't roll or scoot away as you're trapped in between her long, muscular legs.
"H-ha! Haha! Ha-! I- Ha! I a-am! I- HA! I am M-mommy Harper's baby!" A satisfied grin rests on her lips. Harper stopped her attacks and engulfed you in a warm, 'love-filled' hug. That's probably the purest thing she has done since she held you captive.
"That's right~ you're the love of my life... My little, adorably bratty wife. I love you." she yawned and smacked her lips. You let out a very quiet sigh of relief, good. She's tired, so chances of getting raped is lowered significantly.
...you hate how she has 'Dominant Mommy, Little Girl' kink. It gets worse and worse as time progresses.
"It's getting late..." she mumbled into your hair as she groped your bottom. You shuddered at her invasive touch.
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