The human fleshlight

He kissed her forehead and got up from the bed. "I´m gonna take a shower, Sophia, go and clean her up, too." Jessica at first didn´t understand who he meant, until she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. A woman was now standing in front of the bed she was still on. She must have been here the entire time, watching him rape her limbless body. Jessica looked up at her, unsure what to think. The woman he called Sophia was a tall, beautiful redhead, around 30 years of age. She wore nothing but half transparent red lingerie, barely covering her big breasts and clean shaven vagina. Her green eyes stared down at Jessica and she got a feeling she would not help her escape this nightmare.

As if she could read her mind she grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off the bed. She smacked down with her pussy on the floor and was dragged to the bathroom next door. Sophia put her roughly in a big bathtub and took the showerhead from the wall. Cold water was sprayed up and down her body, washing away the tears and sweat. She was shivering from the cold water and the degrading treatment, but was unable to stop it. Sophia then turned the water preassure to the max and held it to her asshole, flushing out everything. She saw a red and white mixture disappearing down the drain. Looking up she saw the redheaded woman staring down at her with a hateful glint in her eyes. Jessica didn´t understand what was going on, why was she treating her like this? Beeing unable to speak, she tried to form the word "Why?" with her mouth.

Sophias eyes narrowed and she reached down with both hands and grabbed Jessicas throat. She pulled her out of the bathtub and held her in front of her face. The pain from her strained neck and the restricted airflow make her whinge and she wondered if she was going to kill her. She almost wished she would do it, beeing forced to live like this was worse than death. But her wish was not fulfilled, instead the woman took her in front of a full body mirror and held her by her side. "Look at you pathetic piece of shit!" she spoke with a light russian accent. The scene reminded her of the time she stood in front of the mirror in the hospital, before she had lost her limbs. Now her body, which she had liked very much, was completely ruined. Only her breasts were the same, the very reason why she came here in the first place.

Sophia pulled her closer to her body, pressing her against her side with her right arm and squished Jessicas tits hard with her left hand. She moaned in pain. "These tiny tits are unworthy of beeing in the presence of my master." She let go and grabbed her own, much bigger breasts. "This is what he would have had if you hadn´t stolen my transformation. I was supposed to be his fuck toy, not you! Now he has changed his mind and wants me to be your fucking babysitter." Jessica finally understood, she was Sophia Pavlova, the woman she was mistaken for in the hospital. But she still couldn´t believe someone actually wanted to be mutilated like this. "I will take care of you, for his sake, but don´t expect me to be gentle. You ruined my life!" she whispered with spite in her ear.

Jessica looked at their reflection in the mirror. She ruined her life? She was a fucking cripple, a limbless pair of tits and holes for this man to rape. What was she even talking about? Before she could think further, Sophia put her on a table and dried her roughly with a towel, blow-dried and comed her hair and put some lotion on her scars. Jessica was exhausted from the physical and psycological abuse she had to endure, and her stomach spoke up on her behalf. "What, is the baby hungry? Do you want to suck on my tits? You greedy bitch, you get mashed potatoes and that´s it." She took her and walked to the dining room, where she was put in a chair with railings so she would not fall over. She was still naked and wondered if she would ever wear clothes again.

Sophia grabbed a small towel and bound it around her neck. Then she opend a jar with a light brown paste inside and scooped some out with a spoon. "Open up, here comes the fucking airplane." she said in a sarcastically playful tone. Jessica hesitated for a second, but she felt like starving and opend her mouth. Sophia teased her by pulling the spoon away a few times before she could eat it. She realized it was the first time since the hospital she was eating something, after that she was in a coma with a feeding tube shoved inside her. Swallowing the potatoes was a bit difficult because of her missing teeth and locked jaw which she could not completely close. A bit of the paste was dripping down her chin and onto the towel around her neck. The cruel absurdity of the situation suddenly sank in and she began to cry. "Oh no, the big baby is crying. What´s the matter, sweety? Do you not like my cooking? Go on, you can tell me, I promise to not get mad." She turned her ear towards Jessica and waited. After a few seconds she continued "Well, I can´t help you if you don´t want to talk. Eat up and then you can go right to bed." She shoved the rest of the mashed potatoes in her mouth and cleaned her face with the towel.

After she finished eating Jessica was taken to a small room with a literal baby crib inside. Jessica put her inside and was about to turn away when she stopped and looked back. "There is something missing here." she said with an evil grin. On the wall to her right was a small cupboard, she took something out of it and put it on the a table next to her. She then picked Jessica back up and lay her on the table as well. "No baby is complete without a diaper, wouldn´t you say so?" Sophia wrapped the diaper up and put her back in the crib. Looking down at the limbless girl she smiled and said "Sleep tight, little cunt." She spat in her face and walked out of the room, leaving Jessica completely alone.

Some of the spit got in her eye and she tried to rup it off at the bed sheets. She began to cry again from her helplessness, but managed to turn her head in a way to clean it. After that she thought about her situation. The crib she was in had bars as high as an arms lenght, which was enough to stop her from escaping. She wiggled around for a long time and even managed to turn herself upright and lean against the bars, but that was all she could manage. Frustrated she lay back down and closed her eyes. She was tired and wanted to die. Beeing unable to kill herself or doing just about anything else she took for granted so far was one of the most humliating aspects of her current existance. After a few minutes she finally fell asleep.