Break Her Mind

When Emily awoke, she found that she was laying on a bed once again clothed. Her wrists were bound to the oak wood headboard with handcuffs while her legs were **** apart by a barbie pink spreader bar. They were wider than was comfortable forcing a groan from her unbound lips. She noticed that something must have been bound around her legs as well since they were also bent at the knee, but she was unable to move them into a more comfortable position. Pain lanced through her body as the barely healed brand and newly pierced nipples both reminded her of the night before. Fear gripped her mind but soon subsided as the pain in her pussy was limited only to the place where they had permanently marked her body rather than anything internal. At least for now, she was still a virgin and free to choose her destiny.

Realization dawned on her as her predicament slowly became more apparent. Her freedom would soon be taken from her regardless, it was hopeless to think she had any chance of getting out of this with anything other than cum in her pussy and a baby growing in her womb. Worse of all, she was ovulating right now though she wasn't sure how she could be so certain. It was almost as if the gypsy curse had a sadistic mind of its own.

Emily's eyes moved around the room confirming for her a terrible fear as she realized it was her room. The bright pink wallpaper and white trimming were a holdover from her childhood and something she hadn't changed as secretly she'd always wanted to be a princess. The four post bed was hers as well complete with the lacy canopy above. A quiet tear fell down her beautiful face as she remembered that her parents were out of town and wouldn't be back for days. Her sadistic captors must have known this and were going to take her virginity in the bed she had hoped to keep pure. The place she would have gladly given in up to a future husband who would have cherished her instead of the hateful dick girl who spied standing between her legs right now masturbating to the pained expressions on Emily's terrified face.

The dress Emily was wearing was also immediately recognizable as her favorite church dress from a few years ago that she had slightly outgrown. In reality, she merely had gotten a little taller and decided to keep the dress maybe saving it for a halloween party where it would make her look like a little princess. Unfortunately, Jeannie had desecrated the dress as thoroughly as she would desecrate Emily's body. The underskirt had been removed leaving only the translucent taffeta and silk layers to cover her body along with the built in transparent petticoat that kept the a-line skirt puffed outwards displaying her pussy for Jeannie's pleasure. The top's sweetheart neckline had been lowered to show off the tops of Emily's breasts while the material had also been replaced by a translucent silky cloth that matched the skirt and left nothing to the imagination as well. Emily wailed as she noticed her hardened nipples pressing the material forward making it go from translucent to virtually transparent. The rings that she had been fitted with made indentions in the top. The skirt wouldn't have covered much anyways as it only fell halfway down Emily's thighs well above the knees. She could see the frilled edging at the corner of her vision.

The sleeves of the dress were translucent as well though that was by design, and they were short little spheres giving her a delicate petite appearance. Emily knew the ornate bow in the back was still there as it pressed against the small of her back with its long trailing ends beneath her legs. It was her favorite dress, her special dress, and she was going to be **** in it. This couldn't be happening, she hadn't done anything to anyone. No one deserved to have all their favorite things, all their special memories, and all their safe places tarnished forever.

As if sensing Emily's slowly cracking spirit, Jeannie moved closer and pressed two fingers against Emily's pussy only letting the tips slide in to preserve her virginity awhile yet. Emily squeaked and bit her lip at the pain of her extremely tight snatch spreading even a little. She had never masturbated out of fear of what that might do to her should she accidently break her barrier. Slowly, Jeannie leaned closer to Emily's ear whispering terrifying promises, "It's going to hurt. Hurt so badly and you'll never recover. The curse will keep so too tight, and right now I'm totally engorged."

Through her skirt, Emily could see Jeannie taking up a position in front of her pussy. She lined up her cock which had grown to a massive disproportionate eleven inches while thickening up to a solid 3 and a half inch diameter. No woman, much less a girl like Emily, would be able to take that and enjoy it. The head moved up and down Emily's dry cunt lubricating its lips with a layer of pre-cum. Emily shook her head and begged, "No! Please don't! Not this! Oh God please stop! That... that'll make me pregnant! Please, stop!"

Her cries fell on deaf ears and instead urged Jeannie on further as she pressed her head into Emily causing the poor girl to thrash about in pain without a hint of pleasure, "Urgh! UGH! NNNNNGH! AH AH AH!"

Jeannie's pulled back and shoved forward again getting the full length of the head instead of Emily almost reaching the hymen already, "Any last words as a virgin?"

Emily's eyes were wide her voice high pitched and pleading, "Please! IT HURTS! STOP! I don't want to lose my virginity this way! Please! I don't want to be pregnant! Oh GOD YOUR TOO B-BI-BIG!"

Jeannie stopped again her head against the cherry bumping it incessantly as Emily's eyes rolled back, "NGH! NNNNGH! EEEEEEEEE!"

"Now you're mine," Jeannie taunted drawing this out as long as possible.

Emily shook her head; it couldn't end this way...