#kidnapping tw

You stirred in the bed, wiping the sleep from your eyes once you finally opened them. That’s when you realized that you weren’t in your apartment. You froze as you heard loud footsteps, unsure as to who was coming.

“Oh good, you’re awake!”

You gave the redhead a confused look, “Who…who are you?”

Smiling, she leaned in closer, both hands on the end of the bed. “I’m Natasha,”

You swallowed nervously, slowly getting out of the bed. Surely this woman wasn’t that much of a threat.

The woman, Natasha, pushed you back, causing you to stumble and fall to the floor.

"aw," victoria pouts up at her mockingly. "poor baby. had to pretend to be all masc and tough for so long, huh? don't worry, mama will fix it."

the words should make cassie want to scream. part of her identity being stripped away so blatantly, just to fit victoria's little world she's created around cassie. but there's something else in the statement that makes cassie quiver with an emotion she can't quite name.

it's not just the feminization, but the infantilization. the combination of the two makes cassie's head buzz in ways that make her want to punch herself in the gut for behaving in such a way. it's too complicated for her to analyze right now, especially when her head is starting to sink slowly, slowly, into that haziness. what victoria's called her littlespace.

while cassie is having her internal debate, victoria has already started shaving. she's smooth and steady with it, and something about the concentration on vic's face reminds her of the times she instructed and guided her through giving stitches.

victoria's fingers work clinically, but with the proximity, it's impossible for her fingers to not brush against cassie's folds and clit occasionally. especially since cassie's clit protrudes from between her lips, always so sensitive to being brushed against. but victoria is probably doing it purposefully too.

there's no way that she doesn't notice that cassie is starting to drip arousal down her thighs. but victoria has been denying her, too. will do everything in her power to tease cassie, but then claim that, "you're too little to play like that, cass. that playtime is for big girls."

the sound of the razor gliding through cassie's bush is the backdrop to cassie's stuttered breathing. here she is, a grown woman being shaved while being cooed at like a baby. by a woman 20 years younger than her. a woman who has only recently been able to legally drink alcohol. cassie was already an alcoholic by the time victoria was born.

shame clouds cassie's mind. shame and humiliation. it gnaws at her skin. prickling. why has she let this happen? why can't she just run? is she that afraid of victoria? or is she slowly breaking under the suffocation of victoria's cruel caress?

maybe victoria was right, all those times she told cassie that it was easier to give in.

she wouldn't have to understand why her body is responding to victoria's torture. she wouldn't have to analyze why being belittled and stripped of what has made cassie cassie makes her pussy drool.

she wouldn't have to decide those things. victoria would. mama would.

that sounds nice.

maybe that's why, once the shaving is done and bathtime is over, when victoria guides her to bed, cassie finds herself leaning in a bit more. she doesn't kick and struggle as victoria slides pretty pink panties up cassie's smooth legs, over her freshly shaven cunt. they become slick as cassie's arousal paints them, but victoria simply pats her over them.

"there. mama's sweet girl is all tidy now. so precious."

cassie makes a soft noise. not quite a whine, but something breathier, more fragile. her eyes are glassy as she watches victoria. keeps that eye contact as victoria dresses her in soft, patterened pajamas. mittens are buckled over her hands so she can't use her fingers. victoria smiles, and despite cassie's position, it's not cruel this time.

"there she is," victoria hums, nuzzling her nose against cassie's cheek. cassie feels her eyes well with tears. one falls. she didn't know she could do that anymore.

victoria catches it with her thumb.