Compelled! (Patreon)

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There was nothing worse, nothing lower, nothing more humiliating.

Dolled up in a pink frilly shirt with a baby blue bonnet and with a huge pacifier stuck into your mouth rocking back and forth on a a plastic pony! You could feel the still warm mess squishing and mushing around with every move back and forward, but you couldn’t stop!

You wanted to run, scream, escape, anything! But you couldn’t. Mommy had some kind of power over you.

“When did I start calling her mommy?!” You thought

But she had. You were broken and just helplessly did whatever she suggested. Even though your legs screamed out to jump off the horse, smash through the front door and get out of there. Something in the back of your head thought about how sad mommy would be without her little girl…