#oc amelia moser

[brandyspringsluxury]

PLEASE READ THE TWS ** MINORS DNI** 

Tw: INFANTILIZATION, drugging, noncon, dub con, diapers, face slapping, forced feeding, kidnapping, humiliation, mommy kink 

When you awake, it’s groggy, like you had awoken from a nap. You don’t know what time it is, and when you blearily open your eyes, you realize you don’t know where you are, either. Your body feels sore and it’s encompassed in something soft and warm. You shift and realize you can’t shift much. You’re quite literally tied tightly into a blanket swaddled around you. 

You feel naked beneath the blanket, something plasticy and thick wrapped awkwardly around your hips. Slowly you realize it’s a diaper...you’re in a diaper, tied tight to yourself in what looks like a big cradle in a room that looked like a nursery. You swallow as your chest starts heaving, anxiety building as reality hits you. You can’t remember how you got here, just remember getting ready for work, eating breakfast, leaving and then...nothing. Did someone get you on your way to work? You’re hyperventilating when the door opens, tears falling down your cheeks. A soft, sweet voice is cooing at you, a small, maternal figure you remember vaguely rushing over to cup your face in soft hands and round glasses slipping down her slim nose. 

“Baby~” she cooes, shushing you softly, a slim finger pressing gently against your lips. When your breathing doesn’t slow from her voice she moves her finger, pressing the pad of her thumb into your mouth instead. “Go ahead and suck, baby, it’s okay. You’re going to be okay, sweet, little thing.” Her thumb is pressing insistently against your tongue and as you suck in a shuddering breath you do as she says, her eyes staring down at you expectantly. Wrapping your lips around her thumb, you suck cautiously as the tears still fall freely down your cheeks. The intensity in her eyes lessens and she smiles softly, her other hand moving from cupping her cheek to petting your hair softly. Eventually, your hyperventilating softens, far harder to continue through just your nose and a thumb in your mouth. Your mind is still dizzy and you wonder if you were drugged in order to get here. You feel you had to be. You’re still feeling the effects. She moves to release you from the swaddled blanket, blood rushing through your body and tensions immediately releasing as the pressure is removed. You whimper quietly and she squeals softly. 

“You’re so cute, Baby! We have to get you dressed and ready for dinner! You slept so well for your nap~.” Your mind is spinning as your body feels so heavy, still so hard for you to move. She shifts you into a sitting position and  you notice you were right. You are wearing nothing but a diaper and your face heats in humiliation, but you can’t do anything about it but whine aloud. She largely ignores your noises and instead focuses on moving your limp body to her liking, practically sashaying across the room?; the nursery? She grabbed a pink, frilly dress short enough to not quite cover your diaper and then she grabbed some very thin tights. She hummed then grabbed some rubber bands. She quickly maneuvers your body to fit you in the dress and tights. They fit perfectly and it makes you sick thinking about how she must have measured you or knew your measurements in advance to somehow get this all to fit so well. Belatedly, you look around the room loopily as she dresses you. You notice cameras placed around the room and you feel nauseous thinking about what she’s doing with all of them monitoring every inch of space in the room. You swallow and tears begin to well to your eyes again, distress rising within you. She begins to shush you, swaying back and forth cradling your torso in her arms. 

“I know you’re just hungry baby, it’s okay, here,” and she shifts, in your distress you begin to writhe as she moves to take her shirt off and begins to press her breasts towards your face, guiding one of her nipples towards your lips. “Just drink some of Mommy’s milk before we give you some Big Girl food.” You purse your lips shut and try to shake your head, squeezing your eyes shut. Eyes closed, you miss the dark look she gives you before grabbing your jaw and digging long nails into your cheeks. You’re shocked and open your mouth, crying out in pain only to be muffled by her nipple being pushed into the heat of your mouth. Instinctively you move to bite yet before your teeth can bite down, one hand rears back and slaps you, leaving your face stinging and jaw slack. She pushes you back against the crib and climbs atop of you, pressing her breast further into your mouth, hips resting against your diaper-clad hips and slowly rocking. One hand continues to cradle your face, ensuring your mouth stays around her chest, but the other moves to cradle the back of your head, pushing up to essentially smother you in her tits. 

“Oh, Baby, sooo good, suck my nipple like a good Little One,” she moans, tears are falling faster than before as you shakily suckle her nipple, pain still aching in your jaw and fear still clawing at your chest. Why did she take you? What did she want from you? Her hips push harder down against yours and you wince at the pressure on your stomach and bladder. Rocking harder, she pants into the air above you, pressing your face harder and harder against her, making it harder for you to gasp in air around her. Your mouth suckled harder on her chest, daring your tongue to reach out and flick the bud. Surely, the faster she cums the sooner this will be over, right? She must only want you for your body, surely if you just do what she wants she’ll let you go when she’s done? She grinds against you faster and the stimulation begins to add pressure to your own sex under all the plastic padding. Yet, as soon as it started, she pulled away, panting heavily and hips still stuttering against your stomach and hips. 

“Such a Good Little One, so good, such a good Baby~” she cooes, lust still thick in her voice and your stomach drops at what this could possibly mean. “I was just making dinner, it should be done now, though.” She gets up, moves on shaky legs as she adjusts her shirt, and leaves the room, the door clicking closed and locking ominously behind her. You squirm on thick limbs and whine, trying to get used to the feeling to move better, to pick up your hands, to stand... You manage to shift onto your stomach, hoping to shift down onto your legs by sliding off the crib. Instead of doing that, though, you end up ass in the air when your captor comes back in through the door. She gasps and giggles and you hear glass and something else sit against a wood counter before she bound over and her hands are on your hips. She flips the dress up and presses her hand against your sex through the diaper, groping shamelessly. 

“Hm, you haven’t made any messes yet...we can make you all messy if you want though, Baby! But we have to wait for after dinner to play,” she coyly chides, rubbing your sex still, stimulating it despite her words. She continues, waiting until you’re panting and pressing back down against her hand before she pulls away, a quick spank against your butt before flipping you back around and then somehow picking you up and setting you in an oversized high chair. She locks your torso in place, the chair pressing awkwardly into your diaper to continue to stimulate your sex, locking your legs and hips in place. She then leans down and locks your ankles in place, too. Shifting, you begin to worry about why she may be doing that. She grabs your arms and grabs cuffs and cuffs them loosely to the arms, then moving her hand to cradle  your jaw once more, eyes soft as she watches you and gives you one more look over. When she brings over the food, you understand why. A vial and needle sit next to a place of soft food- sweet mashed potatoes, creamed corn, and small cut up pieces of what looked like unseasoned chicken. Then, beside it was a baby bottle filled with milk. Despite your protests, she readies the needle before injecting you, your head turned away in your distress.

“Shush, if you weren’t so insolent I wouldn’t have to keep giving you your medications! Behave and we can play without your meds.” She speaks coolly, as if she were overexplaining something to a child who wouldn’t understand anyway. You think that’s how she views you already. When you begin to calm, effects of whatever she injected you with, she smiles softly and grabs some food. 

“Now, be good and open wide~.” 

[brandyspringsluxury]

The Staff of Brandy Springs Suites

Welcome to Brandy Springs Suites- a luxury apartment complex filled with clean, cared for facilities and on location gym, spa, emergency laundromat, and even a recreation room. It was once a hotel, but bought and modified by the current owner it is now peak luxury living. It’s a place that values consistency, kindness, and loyalty. The owner, a very mysterious man known only by Mr. Carter, was already very wealthy, so money is not something he prioritizes solely. In fact, he values loyalty more than income and if you prove to be a loyal and kind person, you may find certain perks and advantages. So, I hope you enjoy your stay and remain here for a long, long time. Nevermind all the tenants who seem to always have ulterior, hidden motives or the ever revolving spa and cleaning staff. Oh, and if you’re looking over things, please do try to ignore the first floor after midnight- and if you go down it’s in your best interest to feign ignorance to whatever noises you hear or things you see. And if you ever- EVER- manage to meet Mr. Carter make sure you are on your best behavior and prove your worth, or you may not leave the complex alive. 

TW: mentions of sex trafficking, kidnapping, murder, drugging, torture 

The Owner - Mr. Carter

55 - 6’1” - 188 lbs || Caucasian || he/him || lives separate || Weinstein Wannabe

Evil, awful man. Sells victims in the basement of the apartment complex, sex trafficker and if a tenant can’t pay and their intensive “background check” indicates the tenant is not someone that may be missed that tenant will be sold. That being said, if a tenant shows worthwhile attributes that could bring the Owner more money (ie bringing victims, more tenants, or generally having skills the Owner can exploit, etc) then the Ownery may be able to help the tenants with their own, perhaps nefarious, deeds (ie kidnapping/killing someone for them, bribing the police, etc). That being said, only the staff know what he looks like and have a direct line of communication with him. All tenants speak to staff, unless they are unlucky enough to have bumped into him or to have been a direction for his ire. He has no empathy and doesn’t attempt to pretend he does. He’s a cold, cruel man and he makes it known to everyone he interacts with. 

Emergency room in complex is Room 002

The  Front Desk -  Ronaldo Cortez

28 - 5’9” - 196 lbs || Latinx || they/them || lives separate || Golden Retriever Friend

Raised hyper christian american; couldn’t speak at the table or if they weren’t spoken to, couldn’t make or visit friends outside of the church, etc. Because of that they are fantastic at masking or playing characters and very much embodies the charisma of the golden retriever friend, but has an aggressive and vicious side hidden. Doesn’t let the tenants know much about them, but does blind side them with occasional double-sided comments. Great at picking up information on the tenants or on potential tenants from the position of Front Desk. Very beneficial for the Owner. The Owner places a lot of trust in them and how they vet tenants and workers-- essentially the Owner’s right hand person and second in command. Much smarter than they seem and is quite intuitive. Struggles to back their intuition so they get along very well with Lily-- the very person who can dig up the evidence to back their intuition. The pair are largely unstoppable. Their intuition is never wrong and Lily can find literally anything if they motivated her enough. Has never personally done anything illegal (hands on) but has facilitated and encouraged it enough. Essentially, the plan B of the operation should it fail. Cannot legally be prosecuted for any crimes and thus can help anyone who falls  into legal trouble get the best help to get away with whatever crimes committed. 

In case of emergency has access to Room 003.

The Head of Security - Lily-Anne 

23 - 5’4” - 180 lbs || Russian American | she/her || Room 005 || Greasy, Lazy Genius 

  Doesn’t look it but can pick anyone up and throw them like they’re nothing. Learned to deadlift and hack to prove the boys in her high school classes wrong. Mastered biology freshman year and went on to throw herself into the STEM programs. Won lots of scholarships but never went to secondary school. Can find anything about anyone. Normally quite apathetic but you don’t want to trigger stronger emotions- obsessive to either degree. She’ll either kidnap you as hers (and literally love you to death) or she’ll just kill you in her anger and hatred of you. Wants to push those around her to the brink, control them to the point that they’d do anything- kill or die for her. Heavily sapphic but not exclusionary and likes who she likes. Has few friends, most online, but Ronaldo is one she begrudgingly admits to befriending. The Owner knows a lot of Lily-Anne, but she knows little of him. She mostly digs up the dirt for Ronaldo, in return for a toy to play with and some cash, but she also largely protects the complex more heavily than traditional security including cyber security and bribing/hacking the police. This makes her a very valuable asset and the Owner has a soft spot for her, throwing her a toy to play with out of the blue occasionally if one fits her preferences that the Owner can tell. 

The Gym Trainer - Rocky

25 - 6’1” - 265 lbs || Dominican-German || he/him || Room 217 || Aggro-gym bro

Got hired after being a tenant due to his actual degree but also because Marissa had stumbled across his strength and ruthlessness and mentioned it to Ronaldo. The perfect backup and, well, Rocky killed his darlings often enough that the disposal of their bodies was payment for the heavy lifting he did for the Owner. Doesn’t know much, just knows he sees some bitches being taken and he beats some douchebags up. He doesn’t care what happens to the victims, doesn’t know, doesn’t want to know or care. Rent is significantly cheaper and after being the backup for a few years, his rent was waived. He showed loyalty and that is rewarded. Always on the prowl for tenants to trick into the complex and then trap them in the gym so he can bully them. Its a win-win for the Owner and for him. He earns commission from both. Quite handy to have on staff despite his own (willing and willful) ignorance. The rooms on either side of him are often vacant due to the screams of his victims (both sexual and tortured) and the Owner buckled down and sound proofed his entire apartment. Saves them both some stress.

The Head of Maintenance - Marissa Thompson 

27 - 6’ - 178 lbs || Black American || she/her || Room 008 || Chaotic ADHD gremlin

Trans-woman and proud. Black and proud. Can do everything a straight white man can do but better. Always has 100+ projects on her plate but still takes on every project offered. Prioritizes well and always helps the tenants in a timely and kind manner. Has never gotten a complaint-- about her work. She, herself, now requests tenants be out of the apartment while work is being done because she’s so chaotic it stresses out the tenants. Loves and leans into the “plumber’s crack” trope when she does plumbing work. Makes straight white men super uncomfortable and she lives for it. Unlike most other tenants, she knows nothing about The Owner or his operations, she was vetted by Front Desk and okay’ed due to her oblivious nature and genuine skills. (Front Desk totally knows about how she’s obsessive and stalks her love interests, how she sneaks into their rooms and frots against their bed while she caresses their skin while they sleep, how she hooked cameras up in her apartment so she can watch them always, how she always helps them first-- drops everything to help them first; but it’s okay, Front Desk can use all that to their advantage and when it stops being an advantage, well, they have more proof against her than she could dream of having against them. This job pays too well to lose, anyway, right?)  

Lobby Cleaner - Amelia Moser

21 - 5’6” - 134 lbs || Caucasian || he/him & she/her || Room 004 || Discreet Wallflower 

Soft, sweet, and quiet. She often blends into the background unnoticed. Gathers  a lot of intel that way and is quite willing to play the bait or honey pot people for the Owner. She’s more dangerous and promiscuous than she looks, after all looks are deceiving. She’s always getting dirt on the tenants, too. Cleaning the lobby and gym bathrooms while people are in them, eavesdropping on conversations, and generally watching everyone with a very close eye. She, herself, has an entitlement to her if you can catch her in conversation, though just know if you are in a conversation with her she’s already got you hooked. She doesn’t talk to anyone unless she wants or needs something from them- though they’re largely the same. Whatever it is, she’s getting it. Loves sweet things that aren’t just pretending to be kind, if you treat her and everyone with kindness but also get shy and flustered or you’re a little bit of a crybaby then- well, you’re her’s now. She’s kidnapping you, locking you up in her nursery, and drugging you until you believe you’re the child she’s treating you as. And if you try to leave- well, she won’t be afraid to take drastic measures. She knows how to clean up the toughest of stains after all.