12 Days of BDSM Christmas 2016 – Day #11: Terrible Mother

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Picture, if you will, a terrible mother during Christmas. She’s cheated on her husband multiple times and cams without his knowledge.

When she puts her children to sleep, she says prayers with them, and tries to justify that she isn’t a bad person.

 

When the clock hits 12am, Christmas Day, something has arrived for her on the roof of their house. In a deep slumber, the parents don’t hear it. But the child does, she clutches her kangaroo stuffy tight and hides under the blankets.

She can hear the entity wheeze as it steps. And as it steps, a dirty faded red gown, with white outlines, drags across the ground.

 

It’s heading for the terrible mother.

 

It enters the parents’ room silently, and sniffs. And snorts. And wheezes.

A beat, and the entity is lifting its skeletal hand across, pulling back the thin sheet that covers the husband and the terrible mother.

The husband is nude on his stomach, snoring softly, while the terrible mother is topless with just plain grey panties on.

 

The entity grabs the woman by the foot and drags her out of bed. The terrible mother screams, alerting the husband. He tries to attack the entity but is immobilised, frozen in spot, unable to speak.

Down the stairs, the entity drags the mother, all the while she screams and screams and screams.

The entity does not care. Not for her screaming, not for the humans.

It drags her back to its lair, a cave sitting just outside our realm, unaffected by time and space.

 

The woman is held down by the entity as she sobs quietly. She has given up.

The entity chains her hands and legs apart and snorts.

The terrible mother Is forced to sit still as her breasts shake with the touch from the entity, who tenderly strokes her.

 

Looking into the terrible mother’s mind, the entity transforms into a faceless male, a mix of her memories of her affair and her husband.

The entity forces itself upon her as she sobs, taking her cunt as it vocalises its new voice, grunting, moaning.

 

She is forced to come. Once. Twice. Three times. It sends her into a daze.

 

The terrible mother feels pain, all over. Something lashes at her breasts, squeezing her nipples, twisting them beyond her limit.

The entity growls, having not figured out how to speak yet, it slaps her tits as it lowers its head down upon her cunt.

 

What happens next is hard to document. If there is no such thing as time here, how does one process a moment? The terrible mother spends what feels like an eternity being eaten out by the entity. She is numb, sore, spent.

If we were to quantify time here, she has spent weeks, months, at the realm of this creature. But it is still Christmas morning back on Earth, seconds after she was dragged out of the house by her feet.

 

The terrible mother is bruised, beaten, growled at, dying of thirst. Her tits glisten with a bruise. Her ass feels on fire. Her cunt is dry, raw.

When every inch of her screams, she finds she blacks out…

 

And awakens screaming back in her own bed, time reversed. Her husband wakes up, startled, asking what is the matter. But she can’t speak, only sob.

After her husband has calmed her down, she gets up to get a drink from the kitchen tap. Her body is bruised and bloodied, just like the creature left it.

She screams.

 

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