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“No! No way in Hell! Not happening!” Boscha had to put her foot down. Over the past couple of months, she had allowed Luz to use her new ‘age glyph’ to physically alter her, making her appear to be a child. She had roleplayed all sorts of scenarios with Luz and Amity in this form, and she had even warmed up to it somewhat. But she had to draw the line somewhere, and that ‘where’ was Luz’s new ‘amnesia glyph’.
The name was a little misleading; it was not only able to lock away memories, but even create artificial ones! It was certainly the most-dangerous glyph combination Luz had found, which was why she hadn’t revealed its existence to anyone other than Amity and Boscha. And even then, she concealed the combination from even those two, taking no risk on the glyph getting out at all.
“Just hear me out, Bosch,” Luz said, pushing up the glasses she had prepared just for this sales pitch. “The effects are purely temporary. We’ve tested it out ourselves and it’s had no negative effect on our memories! Right, Willow?”
“Right, Hunter,” Amity replied. Boscha gave them both a deadpan stare and they sheepishly laughed. “We’re just joking.”
“I know,” Boscha replied dryly. “It was just dumb.”
“Anyway!” Luz continued, “The point is that there’s no real danger, and we promise not to do anything more than we’ve already done to you before.”
Boscha pinched the bridge of her nose, wondering how she kept getting herself involved with these two. Well, they’re both hot, and they have awesome sex together, so there’s that. “You realise that, if I use that thing to lose my memories, I won’t technically be consenting. It won’t be roleplay anymore; you’ll be raping me for real.”
Luz and Amity just stared at her blankly, as if to say, ‘That’s the point.’ Luz cleared her throat. “It’ll be like when we do somno-play. You’ll consent beforehand so it’ll all be good.”
“Look, messing with my body is one thing, and that was scary enough. But trusting you two with my brain?”
“We’ll be careful!” Luz promised. “C’moooon, you gotta be able to trust us by now.”
Boscha remained firm in her resolve. “My decision’s final. There is absolutely, no way, that I’m ever letting you use that thing on-”
“If you agree,” Luz began, “I’ll let you use it on me afterwards, and you can force me to watch while you NTR Amity in front of me.”
“Let’s lay down some ground rules!”
Little Boscha hummed a happy tune as she coloured in her colouring book, holding the crayon firmly-but-poorly in her tiny hand. The picture had numbers to correlate to certain colours, but Boscha had a better system: it was using whatever colours she wanted because she knew best. The result was an orange frog on a pink lily pad under a magenta sun.
Luz chuckled as she observed the drawing over Boscha’s shoulder. “You’re quite the little artist, aren’t you?”
Boscha elated at the sound of Luz’s voice and she threw the crayon away, jumping to her feet to hug Luz’s leg. “Mama!”
“Hey there! You miss me?” Luz patted Boscha’s head, and the girl nodded.
Boscha was quite possibly the happiest girl in the Boiling Isles. She lost her parents when she was just a baby, but she was adopted by two loving mothers, Luz Noceda-Blight and Amity Blight-Noceda, and the three of them together were a perfect family! Boscha had just recently turned six, and Luz had promised her that today, she had a surprise for her. She was so excited to see what it was!
“Luz, are you ready?” Amity asked as she entered the room. “Everything’s prepared for our girl’s big day.”
Luz grinned. “Yeah, I’m ready.” She looked down at Boscha. “Are you ready, sweetie? Ready to do something super special with Mommy and Mama?”
Boscha nodded. “Yeah!”
Luz lifted Boscha up, carrying her effortlessly, and she couldn’t resist kissing the young girl’s lips. Boscha giggled, wrapping her little arms around Luz’s neck as she was carried to her bedroom. Luz placed Boscha down on the floor, while Amity closed the door and locked it with a spell.
“We got something we’d like you to wear, Boscha.”
Boscha bounced on her feet. So the surprise was some new clothes? Was it a tutu, so she could practice ballet? Or a princess dress? Maybe it was big girl clothing, now that she was all grown up!
“Can you undress, or would you like some help?” Amity asked.
Boscha shook her head. “I can do it!” Boscha lifted her shirt up, but stopped when she realised her arms were in the way. After thinking for a second, she tucked her arms into her sleeves and wriggled, fighting to get the shirt off. Luz and Amity had to supress their laughter as they watched the cute display.
When the shirt was off, and Boscha’s chest was on full display, she plopped down onto her butt and lifted a leg, pulling off one sock, and then the other. She then unzipped her pants and lifted her hips, wriggling out of them and then kicking them away like they were a monster trying to eat her. She then jumped to her feet, proud of herself.
“Well done!” Luz praised, kneeling to meet Boscha’s eyes. “But you missed something.”
“My panties, too?” Boscha asked, and Luz nodded. Boscha shrugged, and dug her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, rolling them down her legs. She lifted one foot, and then the other, and she threw the panties onto her bed. “Hee hee! I’m nakey now!”
Luz and Amity giggled, too. “You sure are,” Luz said, grabbing Boscha and tickling her sides. “You cheeky little monkey!”
Boscha squealed as Luz touched her, laughing as her Mama’s thumbs brushed over her nipples.
Amity collected a box from Boscha’s wardrobe. “Close your eyes, sweetie. We’ll dress you up and then let you look in the mirror.”
Boscha closed her eyes, her hands flapping at her sides as she could barely contain her excitement. She felt her leg being lifted, and something being pulled up, and then the same for her other leg. Whatever it was only felt like it covered half her legs, and there was something around her waist, too. Her arms were then lifted, and something was slid onto her. Something thin, that only felt like it covered her chest, but left the rest of her exposed. Was it a swimsuit? The kind that big girls wore?
A hand held her chin, and she felt something touching her lips. She winced. “Hold still, sweetie,” Amity said, and Boscha felt another pair of hands holding her head still. “Thanks, Luz. Try not to move, Boscha. I don’t want to mess this up.”
Boscha kept quiet as Amity pressed whatever it was against her lips, and when that was done, she felt something soft against her cheek, and then the other. She was perplexed as to what was happening. Next was something tracing along the outlines of her eyes. When that was done, she felt a hand holding hers, and she was led somewhere.
“Okay, you can look.”
Boscha opened her eyes, totally confused by what she was seeing. Her new clothes looked like a pair of dark, see-through socks with frilly trims and cute ribbons, connected by suspenders to a lacey belt wrapped around her waist, and a see-through bikini top that just barely covered her nipples, with what looked like curtains hanging from it? She thought she looked silly, especially with the lipstick and makeup they had put on her for some reason.
“Do you like it?” Luz asked, holding Boscha’s shoulders. “I think you look super cute.”
Boscha frowned. “I don’t like it,” she said. “I look weird.”
“You don’t look weird,” Amity assured her, her hand trailing over Boscha’s belly. “You look perfect for us, sweetie.”
“Why did you want me to wear this?”
Luz’s grip on Boscha’s shoulders tightened a little. “We want to play with you, and we wanted you to look your absolute best for us.”
“Where’s the rest of it?”
“This is it, Boscha,” Amity said, her hand moving lower, between Boscha’s legs. “Simple yet elegant. Sexy, and it gives easy access.”
Boscha flinched and tried to step away, but Luz wouldn’t let her. “M-Mommy, don’t touch there!”
“And why not?” Amity asked, teasing Boscha’s folds with her fingers.
“Because you’re not ‘posed to!”
“We’re your mothers, Boscha,” Luz said, snaking her arms around Boscha to hold her still. “It’s okay for us to.”
“B-But it’s weird!”
“There’s nothing weird about it,” Amity said, rubbing Boscha’s cunny thoroughly now. “Mommy just wants to check out her little girl’s body, that’s all.”
“I don’t wanna!”
“Well that’s too bad,” Luz said, kissing Boscha’s cheek, “Because we want to, and good girls do what their mothers tell them to, don’t they?”
“But-”
“Yours will get smacked, if you don’t behave.” Luz delighted at the panicked whimper Boscha gave, and she licked Boscha’s cheek, earning a surprised gasp and a shudder.
“Ewww!”
“Boscha, that’s not very nice,” Amity warned, holding Boscha’s hip as she rubbed her firmly. “Apologise, now.”
“But it was gross! I don’t wanna be licked!”
Luz smacked Boscha’s butt, earning a yelp. “It’s not gross!” Luz told her, and smacked again. “There’s nothing gross about it, understand?!” She smacked again. “I am your mother, and I want to lick you because you taste so good, so you’re going to let me!”
Boscha began to cry. “Mama, noooo…” Luz ignored her, grabbing her chin and licking her ferally, as if Boscha’s face was covered in peanut butter. Boscha whined and whimpered as she tried to get away, but Luz wasn’t having it.
Amity continued to rub Boscha her between her legs, and together, the stimulation was simply too much, so Boscha’s next act happened unconsciously. She bit Luz’s tongue.
“Ow!” Luz backed away, a hand over her mouth.
“Luz! Are you okay?!” Amity asked, shocked by the event.
Boscha trembled, her tears growing. “I-I’m sorry, Mama, I didn’t mean to-” Boscha didn’t get a chance to justify herself, as Luz’s hand slapped her face hard before she could get the words out. “OWWWW! M-Mama?!”
Luz looked furious. “We don’t bite, Boscha!” she yelled, grabbing Boscha’s wrist with one hand, and then she slapped her again. “You could have hurt Mama! Is that what you want?!”
“N-No! Please stop, it hurts!”
“See?! It’s not nice, is it?!” Luz slapped Boscha again, and then again. “Maybe you don’t understand just how much we do for you, and how much it tires us out! All we want is to play with our daughter a little, is that too much?!”
Boscha was sobbing now, tears running down her red cheeks and ruining her makeup. She buried her face into her hands, shaking her head as she choked out, “N-No, Mama…”
Luz and Amity exchanged glances, communicating silently how turned-on they were. While Boscha was crying her heart out, they both stood and began to undress. Foreplay was over.
“Hey, Boscha,” Luz said, her tone more-gentle. She touched Boscha’s shoulder, making Boscha flinch, but the girl soon lowered her hands and looked up… and saw that Luz was now naked. Her eyes fixed on her mother’s chest, wondering why it was out in the open. “I’m sorry I was so mean, but you really hurt Mama’s feelings, you know?”
“I-I didn’t mean to-”
“I know you didn’t, but you did. But you can make it up to us, if you wanna be a good girl again.” Boscha nodded. “Climb up on your bed and lay down.” Luz leaned down, whispering, “And spread your legs.”
Boscha whimpered, but the pain of being slapped was still fresh in her memory, so she quickly obeyed. Her bed was high, so she needed a stool to reach it. She threw one leg up onto the bed, giving Luz and Amity a perfect view of her little cunt stretching open, and then she pulled herself up fully onto the bed. She lay on her back and watched her mothers approach with a nervous look.
“Well?” Amity asked, cracking her knuckles threateningly.
Boscha shook, and she quickly opened her legs, crying. “Don’t-”
“Shh,” Luz said, climbing onto the bed behind Boscha. “We’re doin’ this, Boscha. It’s up to you how painful it is.”
Boscha cried more, hiding her face in her hands. Luz pulled her hands apart so that her crying face was clearly visible. Amity joined them on the bed, wearing something between her legs, attached by a harness. It was like underwear, but it had a thing on the end that protruded out.
“What’s that?” Boscha asked, trembling.
“That,” Luz began, moving her hand down to Boscha’s waiting cunny and rubbing it in circles, “Is gonna go in here.”
Boscha breathed faster now, shaking her head. “But it’ll hurt!”
“Naaaaah, we’ll lube it up for ya,” Luz said, and true to her word, Amity was already applying lube to the small strap-on.
This toy was specially-made for Boscha’s tiny hole whenever they used the age glyph. The first one was still too big, even with its small size, but this one was just right, and was even approved by Boscha herself! But of course, this Boscha wanted nothing to do with it. Fortunately, what she wanted didn’t matter.
“No don’t! Please don’t, I’ll be good I promise!” Bosch flailed and begged, desperate to escape. Luz kept her little body pinned and dug her nails into Boscha’s thigh. “Ow! Please Mama! Don’t let Mommy hurt me!”
“Boscha, if you don’t stop-” Luz began.
“It’s okay,” Amity said, lining the strap-on with Boscha’s cunt. “Let her. Let her struggle and beg while I fuck her. It’ll make it more fun.”
Luz had to resist the urge to forget Boscha and rape Amity, but she managed to keep her cool and simply nodded her head, letting Amity take the wheel.
“No stop! Mommy stop, don’t!” Bosha cried as Amity began to push the toy into her. “Ow! Mommyyyyy no! Stop stop stop STOOOOOOP!”
“That’s it baby, take it like a good girl!” Amity praised as she slid the entire length into Boscha and started fucking her.
Boscha wailed as she was abused by the women she loved and trusted. “Why Mommy?! Why are you doing this?! I’m sorry if I was bad, please stop! It hurrrrrrrts!”
Amity laughed, grabbing Boscha’s chin. “I don’t care! It feels so good using you like this! Mommy loves your little body! She loves raping your little pussy, and she loves that you can’t do anything about it!”
Luz was masturbating furiously as she watched Amity’s darker side completely taking over. “You better cum,” she told Boscha. “Mommy’s putting in a lot of effort, so you’d better behave and give us your cummies!”
Amity grabbed Boscha’s shoulders and pinned her down, gripping her hard. “You heard Mama!” She watched as Luz reached down and started playing with Boscha’s clit. “This is the whole reason we adopted you! You’re our little cocksleeve now! Cum! Cum while you have your tight, child pussy raped!”
Luz moaned, on the edge herself. “D-Do it! Show us your little kiddy orgasm!”
Boscha had no idea what they were saying anymore. She didn’t understand why they were doing this, or what they expected from her. She just wanted it to end. She wanted to be anywhere else but there. Her body hurt, and she was so scared she thought she might die! But even as she begged them to stop, Amity still continued to slam into her, and the sounds of wet slapping grew louder and more-frequent.
When Luz pinched Boscha’s clit, she let out an extra-loud scream, and her body shook. Amity laughed, and kept pounding her even as she gushed against the toy that was violating her. “Mommy, Mama, I’m scaaaaared!”
“Good girl!” Amity praised. “You came for us, just like we said! I’m close now Boscha, just a little more, then Luz will have your butt!”
“Say ‘thank you’,” Luz ordered, and when Boscha didn’t reply, she slapped the rude girl. “Thank Mommy for the orgasm!”
“T-Thank you, Mommy!” Boscha cried, panting wildly as she still took Amity’s violent thrusts. “Thank you for the… orgasm?”
“You’re welcome, sweetie! Mommy’s cumming too, now! Here it comes!” Amity buried herself fully into Boscha, gripping the young girl hard enough that she began to cry out, and she came hard against the strap-on, her whole body shaking and her eyes rolling back. “Oh fuck! Thank you Boscha, your cunt is so amazing! Oh Titan!”
“Wowzers,” Luz said, genuinely surprised by the intensity of Amity’s orgasm. “That was… bigger than I expected.”
“Mmmmm… You’ll understand soon enough,” Amity said with a wink.
Luz nodded, holding the crying Boscha in her lap as Amity pulled out and removed the strap-on. She handed it to Luz, exchanging it for Boscha, and Luz wasted no time putting it on while Amity positioned Boscha on her hands and knees.
“I-Is it over?” Boscha asked hopefully. The hope died when Amity squirted something cold on her butthole. “Ah! Mommy, please-”
Luz shoved the strap-on into Boscha’s mouth, forcing her to taste her own pussy. “Let Mommy work. You’re so ungrateful; you should be thanking us for taking the time to lube you up.”
Amity worked the lube into Boscha’s butt, biting her lip as she gently slid a finger inside. “Such a perfect, perky butt,” she said, giving it a good smack that made Boscha whimper around the toy in her mouth. “Like it was made for fucking.”
“That’s ‘cause it was,” Luz said, stroking Boscha’s hair. “This little girl was born just so we could use her like this.”
Boscha shrieked as Amity fingered her butt. “Mama, please stop her!” she cried, her voice slurred with the strap-on still in her mouth. “I promise I’ll be good! I’ll do anything! Just stop Mommy, it feels weird!”
“You’re right, you will do anything,” Luz said. “Whether or not we have to punish you first for not cooperating.”
Boscha whined as Amity’s finger buried itself to the knuckle in her butt. “It feels weird! I don’t like this! Please let me goooooo!”
Luz raised her fist, hesitated for a moment, and then brought it down with just enough force to bruise, but not enough to actually cause harm. Despite her size, Boscha was still a grudgby player, so she was tough enough to take it. Physically, at least. Emotionally? Boscha began to hiccup, and her breathing increased as she held the side of her face, her eyes pinpricks. Then she cried, throwing her head down to wail into the bedding.
“Alright, I think she’s ready,” Amity said, withdrawing her finger and letting Luz turn her around.
“I’m not stopping just ‘cause you’re crying,” Luz said. If anything, it actually spurred her on more. She pressed the tip of the toy to Boscha’s loose asshole and pushed into it, filling her quickly. Boscha screamed louder, flailing her arms and legs. “Pipe down! It’d have hurt a lot more if we hadn’t lubed you up, you know!”
Amity held Boscha’s arms down while Luz pounded her ass. “You’re doing it, Boscha! You’re taking Mama’s cock like a big girl! We’re so proud of you!”
“I don’t wanna! I don’t want this!”
Amity beamed, stroking Boscha’s hair. “It’s still happening. You’re gonna be our good little girl and let us use you however we want from now on, and you’ll learn to love it!”
“NOOOOO!”
Amity grabbed Boscha’s chin and pulled her head into her breast. “Suck on Mommy’s breast, Boscha! Put it in your mouth!” Boscha struggled and kept her mouth shut, so Luz gave her hair a hard tug to make her cry out, and Amity pushed her breast into Boscha’s now-open mouth. “Thanks, Luz!”
Luz and Amity fist bumped as the former continued pounding Boscha’s little bottom, filling her completely with each thrust and pulling her arms for leverage. “She’s so perfect Amity! I’m so happy we adopted a kid to fuck!”
“Me too! She’s gonna be a perfect daughter for us, aren’t you Boscha?!”
Boscha whimpered around Amity’s breast, the older woman’s hand keeping her from pulling away. Tears rolled down Boscha’s face from her bloodshot eyes, and she let out a muffled cry when Amity began pinching and twisting her nipples.
“This is your life from now on! Get used to it!” Luz threatened, increasing the intensity of her thrusts. “And if you ever tell anyone about what we do in private, you’re going to be in so much trouble it’ll make this look pleasant!”
“That’s right,” Amity promised, cupping Boscha’s chin and holding it firmly. “We’re the most-powerful witches in the Boiling Isles. Nobody’s going to believe you, and you don’t wanna make us cross with you.”
“Oh god, I’m so close!” Luz gripped Boscha’s hips and lifted her off the bed, using her like a toy. “Give her a kiss, Amity!”
Amity lifted Boscha’s head and smacked her lips against the girl’s, sending her tongue in with virtually no resistance. Boscha’s eyes rolled back as she was pounded closer to another orgasm, her arms and legs kicking as they were suspended above the bed.
“Here it comes, Boscha! I’m cumming!” With a final thrust to bury the entire length of the toy in Boscha’s ass, Luz gripped Boscha firmly and came hard. She grunted and moaned as her orgasm rocked her, smacking Boscha’s ass to draw out another lovely cry. “Oh, fuck! You weren’t kidding; this is amazing!”
Amity pulled away and licked Boscha’s nose. “You belong to us now, Boscha. We’re gonna rape you every day, just like this.”
Boscha let out some defeated sobs as Luz gently lowered her to the bed. “Why?” was all that Boscha asked as Luz pulled out of her, and she curled herself into a ball, hoping to shield herself from further abuse. “I thought you loved me. Why did you do this?”
Luz lifted Boscha up by one arm, staring her dead in the eyes with a satisfied smile. Boscha looked back, afraid, her face stained with tears and saliva, and marks from being hit. Amity began to remove Boscha’s clothes while Luz held her there, and Luz reached with her free hand to two pieces of paper resting on a bedside table. When Boscha was naked, Luz pressed one of the papers to her forehead.
“You did good, Bosch. Let’s bring you back now.” Luz activated the glyph, and Boscha blinked several times, her eyes regaining light. She scowled, swatting away Luz’s hand and falling to the bed. She then stretched her arms, wincing at the mild discomfort. “Titan, fuck. You guys didn’t hold back,” she groaned as she rubbed her backside.
“Well we did warn you,” Amity said, while Luz pressed another glyph to Boscha’s body to restore her to her normal size. “You all good? We didn’t go any harder than we usually do.”
Boscha scoffed. “You think I can’t take whatever your lame asses throw at me?”
Luz grinned, wrapping her arms around Boscha. “Of course she’s okay. Boscha loves it when we’re rough, don’tcha?”
Boscha grumbled, but didn’t pull away from the hug. “I do not.”
Amity chuckled, joining the hug. “Riiiight.”
“I’m not the one with the abuse kink here!” Boscha yelped as Luz’s hand firmly gripped her ass. “Hey!”
“Juuuuust making sure our baby’s butt is okay,” Luz said, firmly groping Boscha’s booty before being pushed away. Laughing, Luz leaned forward and kissed her, and Boscha simply let it happen, accepting Luz’s tongue in her mouth, while Amity chuckled and fondled Boscha’s chest.
Luz passed Boscha off to Amity, and as the two kissed, Luz planted gentle kisses along Boscha’s neck and shoulder. Amity pulled back and began using magic to heal the bruises and marks the two had left on her. “Err, maybe we went a little overboard,” Amity said when the bruise on Boscha’s face didn’t heal.
“If anyone asks, you were hit by a door,” Luz said, cupping Boscha’s chin with a teasing grin.
Boscha cupped Luz’s chin in return. “If it doesn’t heal, your ass is cooked, Noceda.”
“Ooh, scary,” Luz said, her body shivering as she imagined what Boscha would do. “Really though, you’re okay, right? We’ve been rough on you before, but that was-”
“I’m fine,” Boscha said, putting a hand on Luz’s head and pushing the girl down to her chest. Luz got the message and started sucking on Boscha’s breast. “I mean, I felt like I was gonna die or something, but as soon as my memories came back it’s like…” Boscha’s face turned crimson, and she muttered, “It felt really good…”
Luz looked up at her with a cat-like grin, but before she could say anything, Boscha pushed her head down again, and Luz simply continued suckling. “I’m only admitting it this once, so don’t get used to it!”
To Amity’s relief, the bruise eventually faded, and when she was done healing the remnants of their abuse, she reached forward and kissed Boscha tenderly. Boscha returned the kiss while keeping Luz firmly at her breasts, refusing to let her speak any further.
When Luz and Amity were done showing Boscha their appreciation, Boscha eyes glanced around the room. “I can’t believe you prepared this whole-ass room, just to rape me in.”
“Well, setting is important,” Amity said, and Luz nodded in agreement. “The more real it feels, the better.”
“… I’m forbidding you two from ever having kids.”
Luz stuck out her tongue. “We already said, we’re not gonna actually touch any for real!”
Boscha grabbed Luz’s tongue. “Forgive me if I’m not entirely convinced! Anyway, I believe we had a deal…” Boscha grinned, leaning close enough to whisper into Luz’s ear, “Ready to watch your girlfriend get stolen away? I’m gonna make you cry like the little bitch that you are.”
Luz shuddered, and chuckled darkly. “Just make sure it looks real.”