Not quite.

Chime clung to the leaf, giving a small nod before scurrying up the branch to rest against the trunk of the tree. It was a dark spot, coiled in among branches and leaves to hide away from the world as best she could. She didn't feel safe, but she felt hidden.

She tried to sleep, but she was too nervous. Shifting over and over, trying to find comfort around her full belly and aching limbs and joints. She was scared. She wanted to cry. She wanted to remember! Who she was, where she came from how she... how she became like this.

Her hands stroked across her stomach. Her first memories now were waking soaked in cum, discovering her pregnancy... pinned and helpless. One hand trailed between her legs. She wanted to know how the ogre caught her... did he catch her? She hadn't been harmed but...

We're all baby factories...

One hand slid up to her breast, lightly squeezing it. It was tender, it was full. She squeezed harder, pinching at her nipple. Her milk began to flow.

Had he snatched her from the sky? **** her? **** her?

The fingers between her legs began to stroke. She was tender, it stung... but a pleasant jolt made her legs and wings twitch.

Her body hurt, but she wasn't bruised or broken. Had she been willing? Had she caved to his threats? Had she begged for mercy? Had she begged for more?

Her fingers pushed in, she squeezed her breast harder.

You're fuck meat. You're a baby factory.

The words played out in her head, her imagination twisting the sound deeper. Trying to imagine the dark she lay in was the shadow of an ogre.

She was scared. She was aroused. She was doing her best to stay quiet but she needed this.

(1 Action to masturbate... quietly.)