Meg🐇

Mother Gooseberry chased you down, her and her puppet father screeching and spouting profanities at you in the dark. You sprinted through the orphanage halls as fast as you could, footsteps heavy and thudding against floorboards.

“Charge! Andale! Mush, you saggy bitch! I wants blood.” The deranged woman’s ’father’ shouted at her to grab you, and you yelped when she finally did. “Give 'em the goose grease! Give 'em the schmaltz!”

With a cry of terror, you flinched and awaited the pain, but Mother Gooseberry paused as she held your wrist firmly, inspecting it. Your teary eyes widened as you witness the terrifying woman examine the jagged scars on your flesh, something close to disappointment swimming in her eyes.

“Oh, daddy. This one’s already broken! Where’s the fun in that?” Phylis looked back to the goose puppet on her arm as if he’d reply, leaving you stunned.

“What…?” You whispered tearfully, barely above a strangled whisper.

Mother Gooseberry didn’t wanna play with no used toy. Neither did her ‘father’.

“That poor child…” she cooed, gloved fingers making you flinch as they stroke your scars. “You dumb cow…” The puppet retorted back to her, the drill in his beak whirring to life.

Just as you were about to scream and run again, Gooseberry stopped the drill, scolding the puppet before stoking your hair crudely.

As soon as Eddie saw you were the slightest bit feminine already, he chased you down through the asylum, scaring the living daylights out of you. You yelped and cried, running as fast as the obstacles around the old rooms would let you, hopping over desks, sewing equipment, bodies…

Just as you thought you found the exit to this hellhole, two strong arms yanked you back roughly, pulling a terrified scream from your throat.

“Don’t leave me. I can’t be alone!”

You thrashed and cried as he dragged you back to his operating table, slamming you down onto it hard. His icy blue eyes were fuel to the dread as he stared down at your body with crazed awe, his big hands almost shaky as they ran down your sides.

“Hold still now, darling.” Eddie flashed his perfect white teeth as he felt your waist and hips, looking you over as if you were a used toy. “You’re perfect as you are, darling. This here?” He set his hand on your crotch. “Is a warm place to welcome my seed. To grow our family.”

Your teary eyes widened and you shook your head quickly, about to thrash again but his strong hands immediately stilled you, and it was then you knew you were trapped under him. He was too strong…

You were fucked.

Eddie ripped your pants off in one quick tear, earning a squeal from you. With a soft grunt, he tore your panties off next and dumped the rags to the floor.

“Let me fill you up.”

Before you could protest, the man’s head shot down between your thighs. Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull when you felt a thick, hot tongue shove its way inside your pussy.

“Ah! Oh!”

You jolted up in surprise, only to be slammed back down roughly with a single big hand splayed on your belly, Eddie’s tongue gyrating and wiggling in your hole like it was the best ice cream cone he’d ever tasted.

Your eyes fluttered and you let out a shaky moan, not being able to fight it anymore. It felt good. Really good.

“Mmmh, ah… hah…”

You rose your hips up against Eddie’s mouth, rocking a little as he lapped, suckled and tongued your soaked pussy. He knew what to do; abusing the folds at the top where your clit was hiding, swirling his tongue as two fingers entered you. The intrusion made you moan like a porn star, throwing your head back as you grind against his tongue.

“Mmm… darling, you are a delicacy.”

After becoming too injured for any more trials, but still useful to experiment on and brainwash, Murkoff had locked you up in Coyle’s quarters. To stop you from constantly crying and resisting, they had given you a teddy bear, hoping it would shut you up while they drugged you to be their puppet.

When Coyle first stood in front of the bars of your cell, he stared a long while at you, sitting on your tattered bunk with the teddy hugged to your chest. You annoyed him greatly. No adult should’ve been acting this way. He also couldn’t help but see you as innocent; the very thing he swore to protect.

It became Coyle’s mission to keep you untainted. No corruption, criminality or perversion for you. During trials, any reagent that got close to your cell or even so much looked at you was fried to a crisp.

“You don’t touch my prisoner!” “Nobody fucks that beautiful bitch but me.” “Don’t you hurt them!”

Every yell Coyle barked to the reagents made you go red with embarrassment, having you feel like his precious property instead of a human. He became more feral after every trial, coming to you with blood on his jacket and sex on his mind.

Leland wanted to just toss your teddy bear to the side and pounce on you, but you always protested that it was too special. He hated to admit it, but you made him soft. He couldn’t help but find you to be just the cutest.

It was even more adorable to him when you turned the bear facing away when it came to sex, trying to shield it from your lewd antics. It was sort of poetic to Coyle. He spent so much time protecting you from corruption, depravity and filth, here you were doing the same to your fuzzy buddy!