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(Thrusting inside you voice) Isn't it fucked up that I'm raping you even though you're 21? (Thrust) Fuck, you're so tight for a 20 year old. (Thrust) You're so fucking wet. I love raping girls younger than me. For being a 19 year old, you're taking my cock really well. (Thrust) My god, baby, this feels so good. I love 18 year old pussy. (Thrust) Baby, I'm sorry, this is so wrong, but raping such a pretty 17 year old just feels too good. I can't stop. (Thrust) Fuck me, please don't tell anyone. You'll get mom in trouble, baby. I'm not supposed to fuck a needy little 16 year old, but you're just too cute. I can't help it, baby. (Thrust) You're so tight and small, baby. I love fucking such a young, perfect, and pretty 15 year old. (Thrust) Baby, I'm cumming inside you. I'm so sorry I'm doing this to you. A girl so young shouldn't be going through this. It'll be over soon, I'm so sorry. Please, forgive me

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You want to be a good girl for mom, don't you, baby? Be an obedient little princess and open your needy mouth, while I think about how wrong it is for me to rape my young little daughter

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If I'm raping you, it's because I'm in love with you. There's no other explanation. I want you that badly

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After I'm done abusing you, I let you cry for some minutes. I take pity on you. I gently rub your back. I ask you if you need anything. You don't reply. I tell you to stay put. You know your place, so you do. I come back with a glass of water and a blanket. I hand you the water and I tell you to drink it. You look at me. You can't trust me, but you've been crying all night long. You figure you need it, so you drink. I cover you up with the blanket. I rub your back, I run my fingers through your hair, I caress your thighs. You feel dirty. Hollow. Broken

I tell you to take it slow. Drink your water. I'll be right back. I go to the bathroom and turn the shower on. I let the bath tub fill up. I come back and tell you to come back with me. We enter the bathroom and it's nice and warm. You have a pit in your stomach. You're not sure of what I'll make you do. I tell you to get in the shower, as I grab the blanket and take it off for you. You get in. The water is warm. You sit there, letting the water wash away the memories. You try reaching out for the shampoo, but I get it for you. I start washing you

You're dirty. Full of bruises and marks. It hurts. I tell you that I'll tend to them later. I'll wash your hair first. You feel like I didn't enjoy hurting you. Maybe that's what I want you to think. You're having a hard time processing what happened. Why am I being so soft, caring and gentle? You know I'm just manipulating you. Trying to make you feel like I care about your well-being. Maybe I just don't want my toy to break. You're not sure of what to think. But you feel cleaner now

When we're done, I help you get out and dry yourself. You notice I don't even try touching you. You go sit on my bed. I got you some nice clothes. Too nice. They're also exactly your size. They're clothes that you would enjoy wearing, if not for the fact that your rapist is giving them to you. You put them on anyways. I come back after you're done dressing with some ice packs and painkillers. I take care of your bruises, and I got you some more water to help drink some pills. You trust me, and you do as I tell you. I want the best for you

I rub your back, and your legs. I take such good care of you. You don't even recognize me anymore, but it feels nice. You enjoy this. You almost want this to happen again, just so I could softly wash your hair again, just so I could make you feel like someone loves you and cares about you. The pit in your stomach starts to hurt again. I continue to take care of your bruises, and I also apply some antibiotic ointments on your cuts. It stings. I dress them with bandages, and you feel a lot better. You really feel like I'm doing this for you

I tell you to go to the bathroom and pee. I can tell you've been holding it. Your legs are shaking. Your body is squirming. I ask if you need any help. You tell me you got this. You go and take your time. You don't understand why I'm being so thorough, why I'm taking such good care of you. You assume I'm just trying to manipulate you, or to give you a false sense of security. And it's working. I come back and enter the bathroom just as you're done. You feel embarrassed. I wordlessly come next to you. Your adrenaline rushes. You begin to feel scared again. But I just take some toilet paper and clean you. You freeze in place. I ask if you need help getting up. You don't reply. I pull your underwear and pants back up, and I help you get up and come back to bed with me

I made you dinner. There's a lot of food. Your legs are shaking and you feel weak. There's that pit in your stomach. You wonder if it's hunger. Once you think about it, you realize you're starving, and you begin to eat. You feel shy and embarrassed. I tell you that you're doing well. That you did so well today. I tell you to eat slowly and to enjoy the food. I made it specially for you. You notice that it's a lot of food you like. I even brought you pastries and snacks. I get close to you, and tell you that I'll be leaving. I kiss the back of your neck. You want to cry. I tell you that I'll be back later. We'll do this all over again. And you better get used to it. Don't worry. I'll take good care of you. You'll learn to love your rapist. You'll enjoy being raped. You'll crave that feeling, and you'll feel so relieved once it's over, because you know I love you and will take good care of you

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Look there's not a lot of physical sensitivity in my dick, right? Like penetration is hard for me to cum with and, outside of really tight lovers, I just don't feel a lot. That's why I have to rape you. No, no, of course I love your hole but it's just... you want me to feel good right? You want to make me cum? It would be kind of disappointing if I didn't at this point is all I'm saying. Hey no, it's okay, it's alright. You don't have to let me rape you, of course you don't. But you kept saying how excited you were to get me off... what's a little struggling, huh? I just need you to cry and sob a little, fight back, maybe let me hit you a few times. Maybe choke you. You don't mind, right baby? Oh and maybe beg me to stop or tell me how gross it feels or say you hate me, scream at me not to touch you. Fuck if you really wanna help me finish you can give me these like, hollow and empty eyes like you've given up being anything but a warm hole hoping I won't hurt you too bad. Oh fuck, yeah, just like you are now.

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i hope mommy drugs feeds me tonight and fucks cuddles me in my sleep

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Hey I'm a really good girl and I was just wondering if any cool mommies want to keep me locked and padded and in nothing but cute little outfits and pretty pink princess dresses?? No worries if not!

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when big sis rapes you <3

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lil sis bussy just hits different

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God, I am so obsessed with sadists. All I want to do is listen to them talk about how hot it is to hurt me. How much they love it when I suffer for them. I get butterflies when they talk about breaking me. It’s so unbelievably hot to listen to them getting off to the idea of violating me. I love feeding into it. I love crying and begging them to stop. I love being a little victim.

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mom penis

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Im @mommyvalfie 's good little piggy princess

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a pretty girl with no bruises is like an angel with no wings

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of course, over time all pets begin to look like their owners, so it's no surprise when its nipples start to ache and it stops being able to get hard

it's distressing to it at first, but all it takes is some positive affirmations, cooing, belittling and manipulation to get her to forget why it was so upset in the first place. mommy knows best after all <3

i wanna keep a boy in a cage until they develop stockholm syndrome and become completely devoted towards me.

every boy has the potential to become a cute little pet, you just have to break them first <3

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Things that put your caregiver in CG space

♡ holding their hand when you cross the street

♡ acting bratty in public

♡ using your sleepy voice

♡ random cuddles

♡ clinging to them

♡ asking for help ordering food

♡ asking them to cut up your food

♡ making them kiss your stuffies

♡ showing them your artwork

♡ bragging about them being the greatest CG

♡ getting excited over little things

♡ only holding one finger instead of their entire hand

♡ calling them by their cg title (daddy, mommy, big)