[Strongly Non con with smut🔞🏴☠️💀☠️🚩🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴🏴]
Mori looked up kitty's sticky underwear. He'd found her enticing. Without much thoughts, Mori slid off her panties slowly. He saw the viscosity of her liquid, the strings of her desires, that was what he called them.
Kitty eyes were soaked in tears, she looked down at him and her legs trembled. Her expression were begging for mercy like a lamb waiting in line to be butchered.
But, Did a man like Mori care about her begging for mercy. Did he? But he did like the idea of kitty being at his mercy. Completely broken. Completely his.
He picked up kitty's dirty panties and sniffed them. He had liked the dirtiness of it. Kitty looked at him with provocative eyes. Mori grasped kitty's wrist bringing her before her own reflection. She saw her nakedness and a man beside her fully dressed in suit. She hugged herself so that she could hide her shame a little.
"Your vulnerability is beautiful.," he said standing behind her and resting his hand gently on his shoulders.
His fingers traced down her body, to the slit, he felt the wetness of it , "Dirty girl".
"Oh it's tight... really tight.," he whispered on her ear, blowing a hot air which teased her.
His fingers trailed deeper and deeper, she could feel the sensation and her body mingled with lust, desire, excitement and even horror. Kitty shut her eyes tight. She didn't dare to look at her reflection or anything. She was disgusted enough to look at herself with a man she had hate, had forced. Her neck arched as she felt his fingers rubbing against her.
"Open your eyes.," he commanded.
Kitty didn't.
"Oh how fun?," Mori exclaimed, "even in a worst case scenario. I see resistance- futile resistance to be exact."
Kitty could feel her nipples turning hard, it was quite cold and she broke into cold sweats. Mori traced kitty's face, a stream of tears appeared on her feared eyes.
Mori was not the type of person to back off, not when she was so vulnerable and completely under his mercy. She was somewhat irritated by her resilenience. But that made it all the way more luscious.
"I will not go easy with you.. my doll, you will be punished... no matter how favourite you may be."
Mori brought a Lolita bright blue dress for her, he had carefully selected it for her. Mori returned to her. Kitty was bare and vulnerable, a stark contras to Mori who was dressed in the most expensive suit and his strong presence.
Slowly, he'd put her in a beautiful dress and brushed her silky raven black hair. He zipped her dress creating a sharp sound, he'd misinterpreted her size it was one size tighter, making her contours visible perfectly but the dress suffocated her. He leans in closer to pick up a mason Pearson brush and stroked her hair gently, "you are driving me crazy, Kitty."
Mori then picked up a red scarlet and painted her lips red forcefully which made her look more pretty like a well crafted doll.
Kitty pushed Mori away, "you know I won't be your pretty doll but a cursed one."
"Oh, really.," he placed his fingers on his chin and smirked, "Then be it."