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only. Any resemblance to real persons or organizations is
entirely coincidental.
Copyright 2008 Alex Streuth Streuthanasia@gmail.com All Rights
Reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced in part or in
whole without explicit written consent of the author.
Content Warning: May contain explicit depictions of sex between
characters as well as acts of violence and/or gross or unpleasant
situations.
Nurture Valley
By Alex Streuth
PRELUDE
The girl in the cut-off jeans and tank top wandered aimlessly through
the dust storm, lost in the Nevada Desert. She was thirsty, and
delirious. Her pack contained a few scraps of paper on which she
had written notes to her loved ones in case it was ever found.
She expected to be dead soon.
She almost didn't believe the mirage until she was right up next to
it. A man in desert camouflage hailed her and asked her to
present ID. She had hair that was pink and blue and brown and
blonde.
“Water,” she said, through parched lips.
A moment later several more men appeared around her and escorted her a few hundred yards at gunpoint to a gate.
“What the fuck,” she mumbled, but went along, figuring she
could catch a lift back to town from here. It had been a bad idea
to go out and try to have a 'spirit journey' in the desert... all
of that hash had left her dizzy and when she had tried to follow her
path home the dust storm had kicked up, obscuring her tracks. It
hadn't taken her long to become lost.
“I need water,” she said, “and I need a lift home.”
“Present identification,” she was asked, by an efficient
man sitting inside of the gatehouse. The gate itself was thick
with barbed wire and signs.
“Dr. Herbert Spencer MD,” she mumbled. “What
the fuck is this place, I demand to speak to this Dr. Spencer guy right
away!” She tried to muster an air of authority.
“Oh you'll meet him soon enough. Now, what's your name?”
“Um, I'm Cy'mon.”
“Please give full identification.”
“Cy'mon Ash, the singer? Maybe you've heard of me.”
“Known aliases?”
“Um, I go by Ashley Cynnamon sometimes, or Ashley Dynamite.”
“Do you have any ID, kid?”
“Look, I'm just trying to get back home...”
“What's your real name?”
She looked around, four soldiers surrounded her with guns, the gate
wasn't opening itself, and she was really thirsty and needed to sleep.
“Its Ashley Crane, okay? Now can you please let me in I
need to use a phone if you guys aren't going to give me a list I need
to call my friends or someone.”
“Ashley Crane,” the man said, licking his lips,
“designation female.” The guards smiled a little at
that, obviously she was female but they had to wait for her to identify
herself first, it was protocol.
“Well duh, I mean what do you think I am?”
“Put your eye to the scanner please.”
“The fuck... fine,” and she did.
“Unregistered female.” The man said, obviously
enjoying himself. One of the guards grabbed her left arm, another
grabbed her right.
“Hey now, what the fuck...” Her pants were ripped down, and then her underwear, she started kicking.
“Present yourself for registration,” the gate guard said,
and when she continued to kick and scream and holler the two guards
holding her helped her move forward, and positioned her flailing legs
in front of the scanner.
A bright light scoped over her pubis, reading the topography, and
creating a high-resolution image of her genitalia. The
information was attached to her name and then a new biometric ID was
formed.
The guards held her still while an intense red light shone onto her left inner thigh and imprinted a barcode with heat.
“Oww,” she said, “fuck, what the fuck, ow that hurts.”
“Registration complete, take her to central processing.”
The lost little punk girl was loaded up, trussed like a prisoner, and
taken away. She would start to lose her identity in a white room,
where, day after day she would do nothing but slowly lose her mind and
soften, becoming a compliant, almost willing conspirator in her
degradation... anything for stimulation, anything to escape the
prison of her own mind.
--
Alex greeted another of the gate guards, the final one he needed to
visit this day, and scanned his iris, being recognized as one of the
new principles. The money of many of his clients, some of whom
were now residents of the town, had funded its creation. The
right influence exerted had allowed them to take over this military
facility for their own perverted purposes. He had one of the
guards help him hold the sign while he nailed it to the gate:
“To whom it may concern. Dr. Herbert Spencer, MD has been
named Chairmen of the Board of the Nurture Valley corporation, and
Mayor of Nurture Valley, NV. Nurture Valley, NV and all
associated media assets are registered trademarks of the Nurture Valley
corporation. NYSE sign NVNV.”
He listened to the guard report... So, he mused, a young girl had
wandered by, and by all accounts a fiery one at that... He smiled
to himself... Not yet ten in the morning and already the day was
showing a profit.
--
1- One Man's Story about coming to Nurture
Sue Ellen opened her mouth and let her father put the baby bottle into
it. She gripped it delicately with her pink pastel mittened
hands. She looked up at him adoringly and thanked him with a
wordless flutter of her eyes, sucking hard on the bottle's plastic teat
for nourishment.
Her father believed in a traditional nurturing upbringing, so he kept
his girl at home and home schooled her. He also dressed her,
bathed her, and supervised her when she used the little girl's room.
He made sure she was clean and safe, helped her with her make-up,
changed her when she made an oopsies, and made sure that her every need
was met.
It hadn't always been this way, they hadn't always lived in Nurture, and he hadn't always been her father:
When she had first arrived in California she had been headstrong and
rebellious. She had been self-destructive and delinquent.
At the age of sixteen she had left her parents home full of rash ideas
of independence propped up by the lies feminism told her.
Roger had been living in Nevada, but he hadn't heard of Nurture Valley
then. Instead he was just a regular guy working to earn an honest
living. In a scene out of Les Miserables he had found the young
girl stealing food from his house to survive.
He had told her he would he wouldn't call the cops if she agreed to an
over-the-knee spanking as punishment, but she just told him, with a
mouth full of his Keebler cookies, to “Fuck off!”
She had been arrested and, as a first time offender, the judge had
sentenced her to a few days in jail to wake her up to the realities of
her new lifestyle. He wanted to show her that life as a vagrant
and a thief had no future in it.
After she had been behind bars for a few days the Judge agreed to
commute the rest of her sentence if she would agree to be released into
Roger's custody and work off her debt to him.
She agreed, reluctantly, figuring being outside of jail was better than
being in it. She was grateful at first when Roger took her home
and fed her, but she thought it was creepy how much attention he paid
to her.
She found herself having to make sure the door was closed securely when
she used the bathroom, and she had to turn down his offers to help when
she engaged in even the simplest of tasks, like tying her shoes.
He also almost always tried to feed her himself and she would have to
grab the food from him and eat in another room to avoid him.
Finally, after what felt like weeks... She appeared in court again to be emancipated.
Much to her disgust Roger had filed a motion to become her guardian,
claiming she would repeat her past mistakes and remain a delinquent
youth in need of a father figure in her life.
Roger: “Sue Ellen is incapable of making good decisions for
herself and if I am granted custody over her I will make sure she grows
up to be a good girl.”
Hbl. Judge Elwin: “Miss Sue Ellen is this correct?
Are you competent or do you need help making decisions?”
Sue Ellen: “I can think for myself Judge, and I don't want
this man having power over me much less anything more to do with
him. He's got some serious issues.”
Hbl. Judge Elwin: “It says here that before Mr. Green
started taking care of you, you were delinquent and a lawbreaker, do
you feel that you are reformed now and can take good care of
yourself?”
Sue Ellen: “I bloody well think I can Judge! I mean, yes Judge, I can.”
Hbl. Judge Elwin: “I've heard enough. I'm not
granting the request at this time, Sue Ellen you are to be released on
your own recognizance.”
Sue Ellen: “Thank you Judge.”
Later that day Sue Ellen was rushed to the hospital. Roger
explained that, while packing, she had become so overcome with anxiety
at the thought of having to make it on her own that she had downed a
whole bottle of pills and fallen unconscious.
Upon awaking she was placed on suicide watch under observation.
Roger stayed by her side the whole time. At one point in time,
when Roger got up to use the bathroom, the orderlies discovered her
with shallow cuts on her wrists that she claimed she had not made.
After the observation period was over the Judge granted Roger temporary
guardianship over Sue Ellen until she recovered. She was dragged,
kicking and screaming, back into his care.
A few weeks later a very drugged out Sue Ellen signed powers of
attorney over to Roger. She wasn't very lucid when the Judge
asked her if her desire to become Roger Green's adult ward was indeed
her desire as stated in the documents he was reviewing.
After 'consulting' with Roger, who was acting as her legal counsel, she
nodded dumbly, her eyes half closed. The Judge ordered it so,
legally requiring Roger to be with her at all times.
“If you are caught away from home without your guardian present
you will be returned to your home for violation of curfew.”
Sue Ellen nodded dumbly, turning her head to Roger who picked up his
kerchief and wiped a line of drool away that was forming on her lower
lip.
“Furthermore,” the Judge continued, “even though he
is now legally your guardian since you are an adult I want you to earn
your keep. You are to take classes or a work study program of
your guardian's choosing to better yourself so that you can pay for
your stay.”
Roger smiled, looking up at the judge, “Would it be alright if I home schooled her Judge?”
The Judge nodded, “If you are willing to be that generous with
your time of course, she's your responsibility, I just don't want her
not carrying her own weight is all.”
“Oh, and I almost forgot Judge, Sue Ellen signed these other
papers too that give me medical power over her as well, so I can handle
all the medication she needs and everything, we both agreed that she's
not well enough to be trusted to handle her own care.”
The Judge reviewed the documents, confirming that the signatures on the
new ones matched the ones on the papers for Power of Attorney.
“Everything seems to be in order,” the Judge said.
“Okay then, just one question more Judge, I've got her already
signed up for Medicaid, do you know if they cover cosmetic
surgery?”
--
2- The New Sue
Sue Ellen looked dotingly up at her Father, kissing the head of his
cock with her fat, plump and pumped-up lips. She sat on her knees
as he read to her from the book:
“The cow lives on the farm. Baby cows are called
calves. Cows say:” And then he waited for her to
speak...
“Moooooo,” Sue Ellen said, giggling. She loved her daddy.
Right now they were in the middle of their homeschooling session.
There were cookies baking in the oven that she would get to eat if she
was good and got all of her answers right.
“Pigs are messy, they live in the pen. Pigs say:” And he paused, waiting for her response.
She looked up at him with her baby doll eyes and her pastel pink baby
bonnet. She used one mittened hand to push her nose up into a
snout and said:
“Oink oink oink oink...” She laughed and her daddy petted her on the head.
“Good girl,” she smiled. “Give daddy a kiss.”
She leaned forward a teensie bit, adorable in her baby girl outfit,
with her big titties adorned with ribbons and her cinched waist
complementing her big puffy bottom.
She kissed Roger's cock and pushed her lips over it slightly, letting
them fully encapsulate it and then sucking gently. She rocked
back so that her butt was on her feet and released it.
Ignoring this exchange except to make sure it occurred Roger turned the page and continued.
She was a good girl now, obedient and eager, but they had come a long way since the day he had become her legal guardian:
When he had first taken her into his home on a more permanent basis she
had been unruly and their first school sessions together had been
unproductive and rude.
He had taken to strapping her into her high chair during feeding but he
was frustrated to find that he still had to sedate her or make her
loopy before he would get the results he wanted.
It wasn't until after he had gotten her good and doped up that he had
stumbled upon a way to get her to open up to him. He made sure
she was good and loopy and then stood over her. He addressed her
as his daughter and she responsed:
“Daddy? Daddy is that you? Its Suey, your little girl. Daddy I miss you, you and Mommy both.”
It turned out that the rough exterior of this fiery and rebellious teen
was hiding a sentimental interior that missed her parents.
Pushing this idea further Roger quickly studied how to entrance the
girl and then started nudging her along the path of regression.
He started dressing her younger, and coddling her. She resisted
at first, until drugged, and after repeated exposure to hypnosis and
suggestion she eventually started to accept Roger as her Father's
surrogate.
The natural horniness of a randy teen girl was exacerbated by the
addition of estrogen into her already laced food. It wasn't long
before Sue started spending more and more time as 'Daddy's Little Girl.'
It didn't last, however... The trance would break, or the drugs
would wear off... He also was testing her, trying to get her to
accept his version of reality without the aides...
She escaped from the house, more than once... But the police were
happy to return her when they found her without her guardian. She
tried explaining that he was a weirdo, that he was doing something to
her, but he explained that she simply was trying to get out of her
chores or her schoolwork.
It didn't help her case that if she managed to evade capture for long
she was eventually found in a state that was similar to the symptoms
drug addicts go through when 'fiending' for another fix.
“I'm sorry officers,” Roger would apologize, “she
does this sometimes, she runs away and tries to get high. I'm
very sorry I should look after her better but I just feel bad when she
tells me that she's just going out to the store... I'm too
trusting...”
The officers have no trouble writing her off as a dope head in need of
her guardian's supervision. And, in fact, she usually submits and
is compliant when enough time has gone by without a fix from her
supplier...
Roger fills up the needle, it has the estrogen as well as some bovine
growth hormones, a sedative, a psychotropic, and a mild narcotic to
keep her hooked. She is eager for the fix and she lets him strap
her arm and inject her... She smiles and is susceptible to
hypnosis for a time.
Its only when she's lucid and satisfied that she presents a real
threat. She's grabbed for tools, like hammers and pliers and
wrenches, so Roger's had to baby proof the house.
He still gets visits from the state checking to make sure she's being
taken care of, they're infrequent and due to the amount of delinquency
he has to put up with they're fairly lenient when she claims that he's
abusing her. They can see the classic signs of a user and see
that she's too deluded to know that he's the only stable thing in her
life.
He explains that her way of paying him for his time and energy is
through babysitting, that's her trade, and it explains why the house
has so many things a baby would need, like a high chair, a stroller,
clothing, diapers, and bottles.
It isn't until after they've left that he admonishes her for her stories she told the social workers:
“How dare you lie to them and tell them I've mistreated you,
after everything I do for you, after all of the temper tantrums and the
fits I put up with that you throw.”
“No, no, you're crazy, I can see, I can see right now, I can see
that you're crazy, I need to get out of here, I need to get out, this
is all fucked up man, I need to get out...”
He holds up the needle and she quivers. She knows its bad for her
and that she should leave but she's tried that. The cravings just
get worse and when the police find her they just bring her back
here. She has an idea, she runs for the phone, she reaches for it
and she dials, quickly, she needs to do it now, while she can still
think...
“Hello, hello help whoever this is, there's a crazy man, and he's drugging me and...”
The phone answers: “I'm Elmo, and you've got my number! I love you, let's be friends forever!”
“No, no this can't be happening...” She starts
caterwauling and thrashing about, contributing to the nicks and bruises
that substantiate Roger's account that she's violent and
self-destructive.
“Here baby,” he says, defty pricking her and plunging the
cocktail into her veins, “have your medicine and then let's go
take a nap. I think someone's tired.”
“No,” she moans, “No no no no...” She
slaps at him, and then kicks with her feet, falling back onto the
carpet and shaking. Confused and frightened she looks up at him
looking down at her...
The drugs start to take effect and he's so tall, like her father, like when she was a baby...
She starts to regress, letting him pick her up and pet her, carrying her off to her crib.
“There there that's a girl, that's a good baby girl,” he says, laying her down in the oversize baby crib.
--
The next day Sue Ellen is lucid again, about mid-day, and Roger is in
his office working on the computer. She sneaks out through the
front door and takes off, stealing a bicycle from a lawn and pedaling
as hard and fast as she can under the heat of the hot sun.
It is not until a half hour later that she stops, panting, and looks
around, looking up and down the road, the highway barren of
traffic. She has no idea where she is but she did it, she
escaped. Now all she has to do is find someone to help, get some
water, a ride to the next town...
A car pulls up and a window rolls down. A young man with smiling
eyes and a charming smile convinces her that she will be safe with him.
“I can take you where you need to go, and I've got some cool spring water in the back.”
She thanks him, oblivious to the fact that she looks like something out
of a fetish catalog, dressed as she is in a pink dress with white
platform sandals and a ribbon in her hair.
“So,” the man asks, as she gets in, “I take it you escaped from Cherish?”
She has no idea what he's talking about, and says so.
“Hmmm, really? You have no idea what I'm talking
about?”
She tells him no, and asks if Cherish is some kind of juvenile
facility. “Um, no,” he says, “its more of a,
well, never mind, I assumed wrong, obviously you're a woman of
infinitely more brains than any woman to come out of that place.”
His smile tells her its a compliment, and she smiles back.
“But I am concerned for you, I mean you're obviously running from
something,” he continues, “and I think you may need medical
attention, you might be dehydrated.”
She agrees to that, she's not sure what Roger had been doing to her but an evaluation by a doctor sounds good.
“So let me take you to this place I know, its for women like you, and they'll do it confidentially and for free.”
“So they help women like me out...” She said, slowly
to herself, warming up to the idea, “for free? That sounds
great. Say Mister do you have any music?”
“Streuth,” he says, “Alex, and yeah, I've got a CD I
just got from a friend of mine, you ever hear of Cy'mon Ash, the
singer?”
“Oh yeah, you've heard of her? Man you're cooler than I
thought, but I thought she was just local, hadn't signed to any label
yet...”
“Well this is sort of a demo of hers.”
“Cool, let's hear it!”
The two drove on, making good time, to the sounds of Ashley Crane screaming and wailing over a bass and drum loop.
“Pretty cool stuff,” she said, after a bit, “very
grunge, kind of industrial, you know, with some, heheh, ess and emm
understones.”
“Wow you're really smart,” Alex said, “I didn't know you knew about music.”
“Oh yeah,” she said, “I'm an audiophile.”
“Cool, well, when we get there I'll introduce you.”
“You mean, you mean she's going to be there?”
“Oh yeah, I'll introduce you personally...” The gates of the compound appeared in the distance.
--
3- The Invitation
“Hello there,” Roger said. She was just coming
to. There had been a scanner thingie, it had... touched
her. And screaming, and then nothing, lots of nothing...
“The social worker shouldn't be back for another few
months,” he continued, stroking her behind the ears as she
cuddles up in her blankie and starts to let her eyes drift.
“Good, it was just a, just a bad dream,” she said to
herself, mumbling. She closed her eyes again, glad to be safe at
home with Roger, she loved him so much.
“I've got a friend who has a friend who knows somebody,” he
says, mostly to himself now, she's quite sleepy, yawning and
stretching. “So we were able to get a lot of the work we
needed done.” He smiles. Her hands used to cause so
much trouble, she could have hurt herself with them, she could have
picked up scissors, or a hammer, and hurt herself...
Not anymore. He had gotten the call and had come, how could he
not have? With Sue Ellen gone he would be under investigation
soon. He had destroyed a lot of the things in the house before
abandoning it. He had drive through the night, following the
directions. They had picked him up in the desert and frisked him,
and then he'd met the man, and they'd talked.
“They're going to have to be shortened, and the same with her
legs, they're too long, she can run too fast, and she only really needs
to crawl anyway...” he had said.
And also “And then her face, it needs to be cuter... Larger
more innocent eyes, like a child's, and larger, more full lips to
better take her bottle...”
Everything was so much better now. He was happy here, in Nurture,
this was his home, and she was his little angel... Dr. Spencer
had made her so much better... He couldn't thank Alex enough for
the invitation...
She slept in his lap, unaware of the changes as of yet. He smiled
and stroked her hair, reminiscing again. “And then her tits
need to be bigger,” he had said... He smiles, that's for
him, because he knows she wants to be a 'big' girl for daddy...
--
When Sue Ellen wakes up it is to a haze of beeps and the sound of air
being compressed and expelled... The sounds of a hospital.
Opening her eyes she can't help but flutter them. In fact she has
trouble seeing because she keeps fluttering her eyes
involuntarily. Its like everytime she tries to blink or squint
she flutters her eyelashes instead... Its so weird she's trying
to control the muscles and instead 'flap flap flap flap flap,' she
flutters.
Each of her eyes is made up in a pastel blue eye shadow with deep
mascara on her lashes with glittery sparkles in them. Her cheeks
are adorably adorned with bright rouge in the shape of a perfect circle
on each. Both are a baby doll pink.
Her mouth feels tight, it has dimples, and, relaxed, it makes a small
'o' She finds that she's breathing through it and making little
spit bubbles when she does. She shakes her head, trying to
wake. Everything seems so new and so tight...
“So Fresh N' So Clean” a label says, and she's being rolled
more onto her back and she sees Daddy's hands... No, she reminds
herself, Roger's hands, taking something off of the back of what feels
like her ass but what looks like a big plush mound of flesh sprouting
two short stumps.
It takes her a moment to realize that her ass is way overblown, like
someone took all of the fat in her body and pushed it down into her
cheeks. Except, that can't be right, because now that her eyes
have stopped batting she can focus on the things that were blurry and
near a moment ago:
“Oh my god!” She exclaims, and blows a spit bubble, except it comes out “Ooh ma gooh!”
Her knockers are enormous. Easily dominating the whole middle
area of her body now, everything that was once 'below her neck and
above her waist' is tit, all of it. Well, she tries to turn a bit
and she can see short stumpy mittened 'hands.'
So she's essentially a bloated cow with a big fat twat of a butt, and a
fat fleshy mound of titmeat with a bobble-head and four short stumpy
appendages.
“Waaaaaaaaah,” she cries. Roger finishes changing her and puts a new diaper on.
“What's the matter baby?” He asks. He just changed her, and she just had a nap, so she must be hungry.
Reaching into his pants he takes a bottle he'd been warming up and sticks it into her plump and crying lips.
She shuts up right away and starts to suck, almost involuntarily.
She finds that its easy and natural and she likes it. Even with
all of this weird stuff sucking on the bottle feels good.
“I know what you're thinking,” he says, again, mostly to
himself, “but everyone knows you get in trouble when you leave,
and you work from home, and you take classes from home... So if
you never go out again there shouldn't be any concern...”
She listened, the dread she was feeling alleviated by the sweet nectar
she was suckling. It was hard to focus on what he was saying
while her head was so full of this delicious yummy stuff.
“And as for the social worker checking in, well, that might have
been the case when you were my ward and I was a stranger but I just
adopted you. There's nothing more natural than a Father looking
out for his baby girl.
He held up a piece of paper, it certified him as her legal
parent. She furrowed her brow, still suckling. It didn't
make any sense, since she hadn't signed anything... and her
parents were still alive... She missed her Daddy...
“I'm your Father now, and I know how to give you what you
need.” He paused, admiring her, wanting to soothe the
expression of worry and confusion away with his loving kindness.
“Come here,” Roger said, reaching down and picking his
little girl up. He stroked her and pet her head. “You
be a good girl and drink all of your bottle,” he could hear her
suckling on it, drawing the liquid in hungrily. She hated herself
for doing so, but she found it hard to resist, everything was so new,
and, somehow, she felt like she just didn't have the strength to keep
pretending anymore...
“That's a good girl, its got lots of what you need.”
She was feeling tired again, worn out from the fatigue of dealing with
her present condition, as well as lulled a bit by the rocking motion
Roger was putting her short, fat form through.
“Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep little
baby....” He said, not sure whether she was good for
another nap or not, but seeing her eyes start to close.
--
Epilogue
Seated comfortably in his chair Roger rocks back and forth, keeping a watchful eye on both cribs and their precious occupants.
He hears the telltale sounds of an empty bottle being sucked on and goes over to replace it.
Careful not to disturb the sleeping babe he takes one side of the crib
down so that he can reach in and gently start to take the bottle from
its over-inflated lips.
The lips search, hungrily, sucking at the air, and, eager not to wake
his sleeping charge up, Roger obligingly slips his cock out of the zip
in his pants and let's the babe suck on it for a bit while he fetches a
new bottle from the side.
He unscrews the top and fits the bladder, watching as the lips lovingly
start suckling on his hardening cock. He screws the tip back on
and tests the formula on his wrist, making sure its not too warm.
Gently making the switch he pulls his cock away and puts the plastic
nipple in its place as smoothly as he can. The baby gently nurses
and remains napping, disaster averted.
Checking in on the other crib he can smell a doodie in its
diaper. He unwraps the diaper carefully, sliding it out from
under the infant's huge bubblebutt while holding its stumps up a bit to
give him access to its bottomhole.
Taking a wipe in one hand he carefully cleans the girl's rosebud,
wiping away from its cunny. After its all clean he sprinkles it
with baby powder and wraps a new diaper on.
“There we go,” he says, to himself mostly, “all clean.”
He sits back down in his rocker and goes back to his book, “How to Raise Twins.”
The only difference between Sue Ellen and Ellen Sue is that Ellen is a
little more rambunctious, being younger, and Sue Ellen is a bit more
precocious, being possessed of a bigger bust.
He thinks he'll get that evened out, by increasing Ellen Sue's chest of
course... So that they'll both be physically identical, and so
that the extra cumbersomeness of her new even larger chest should make
Ellen Sue more docile.
“Well, we'll see,” he said, smiling, “time will
tell... and if I mess up we'll have plenty of time to
try again... won't we girls?”
Sue Ellen finishes her bottle and let's it fall to the side of her
face, her large lips parting slightly, the formula still clinging in a
drop. “Burp,” she says, making a little bubble on her
lips.
“Awwww,” Roger says, “That's just adorable.”
Ellen Sue looks up, her mind blank, her mouth searching... Her
father puts his cock to her lips and she suckles, hungrily,
instinctively... In her mind she speaks, screams, the words of
lyrics she had written tumbling through her mind, she remembers, for a
moment, being someone else, someone named Ashley, but no words come
out...
And then her mind goes blank again, and there is only the sound of
gentle suckling and then the nurturing swallowing of his seed...
There is only Roger, her Father, and the life she knows here, in beautiful, tranquil Nurture Valley.