Chapter 9: Gushing Out

Lorna held her breath, her hands still trembling in their iron chains. In her mind, she wanted to scream, to beg for all of this to end, but she knew it was pointless. This woman had lost all sense of reason. There was no mercy in her, only a burning obsession to have a "baby."

Mrs. Hilma gazed at Lorna with eyes full of obsession, her pupils shining with undeniable madness. She lifted one of the photos, showing the previous girl sitting on the floor in a thick diaper, hugging a doll while sucking on a pacifier.

"Remember, honey!" Her voice was firm yet sweet, as if she were gently scolding a child. "Look at her...! So cute, so adorable. I trained her very well so that she could behave exactly like the baby I wanted, and in the end, she became the perfect baby for me."

Mrs. Hilma leaned closer to Lorna, her lips curving into a chilling smile. "But do you know, sweetheart? I want something even better. I want a little baby that's even more perfect!" She grabbed Lorna's chin, forcing the girl to meet her gaze filled with suffering.

"You must be like her...!!! No, you must be even cuter, more obedient, more perfect than she was!" she hissed with intensity. "I don't want a single flaw! Do you understand, honey?"

Lorna could only swallow hard, her body trembling with fear. She knew there was no choice but to follow this woman's will or suffer even worse consequences.

She quickly nodded, unable to endure any more torture.

Mrs. Hilma smiled in satisfaction, as if the girl before her was truly her little baby who had just learned to obey. Without another word, she lifted Lorna's weak body, placing her onto the bed. Lorna's bones felt as if they were about to break as her bruised back touched the mattress, pain searing through every inch of her body.

Mrs. Hilma smiled in satisfaction, as if the girl was truly her little baby who had just learned to obey. Without another word, she lifted Lorna's weak body, placing her onto the bed. Lorna's bones felt like they were about to shatter as her back hit the mattress, her body aching all over.

Mrs. Hilma climbed onto the bed, leaning against the headboard. With an air of ownership, she pulled Lorna onto her lap. Her rough fingers stroked Lorna's hair with a gentleness that only made the girl's skin crawl. "Now, you need to drink your milk again. Mommy doesn't want you to starve, sweetheart."

Lorna swallowed hard, her heart pounding. She knew she had no choice but to comply. But something made her even more terrified.

Mrs. Hilma didn't bring the baby bottle this time.

Lorna stiffened. Her eyes widened in terror, her mind racing to guess what was about to happen. Her bound hands twitched, and she tried to pull away, but Mrs. Hilma's large arms instantly pressed against her back, trapping her like a small bird caught in a predator's grasp.

"Shhh... Don't be afraid, sweetheart. This is better. This is more natural because Mommy always wants to give you the best." Mrs. Hilma whispered.

Lorna started to struggle, shaking her head with all her strength. She tried to scream, but her sobs were caught in her throat. She wanted to fight, to resist, but her body was already too weak, too sore to put up a fight.

Slowly, Mrs. Hilma pulled down the top of her dress. Her hands lowered her bra, exposing her huge, milk filled breasts. The distinct scent of milk mixed with her body's warmth filled the air, making Lorna's stomach churn.

Lorna tried to turn away, to look elsewhere, but Mrs. Hilma's strong fingers held her head firmly in place, forcing her face closer.

"Drink, sweetheart! Come on, drink...!! Mommy knows you're thirsty...!!" Mrs. Hilma kept her grip tight, pressing Lorna's face against her huge breast.

Terror consumed Lorna entirely. Her heart felt like it had stopped beating. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her body trembling violently. But she knew, she knew all too well, that the more she resisted, the worse it would get.

Mrs. Hilma successfully forced her thick, dark nipple, surrounded by a wide, swollen areola, into Lorna's mouth. She pressed Lorna's head firmly against her massive breast, making sure the nipple stayed locked inside. Meanwhile, with her other hand, she squeezed her huge breast, causing the breast milk to flow directly into Lorna's mouth.

Lorna clenched her eyes shut, holding back her tears, allowing herself to sink even deeper into the hell Mrs. Hilma had created for her. So, with utter despair, with a heart shattered into pieces.

Lorna could do nothing. Her hands were tightly bound behind her back, while the chains around her legs limited any movement.

Her breath hitched as her frail body was pressed even tighter against Mrs. Hilma's huge breast. Her head was held down, her face completely buried in the suffocating warmth of the woman's skin. Her vision darkened, as if she were trapped in a narrow space that was closing in on her. The air felt heavier, harder to breathe.

Mrs. Hilma felt a wave of warmth as the breast milk she produced flowed steadily into Lorna's mouth. Holding her breath, she tightened her grip, ensuring that not a single drop was wasted.

Lorna choked. Her throat filled with the warm liquid that wouldn't stop pouring in. She tried to pull away, but the woman's grip was too strong. Every time she attempted to move her head, Mrs. Hilma's hand pressed even harder on her nape, ensuring the nipple remained sealed in her mouth.

Lorna's stomach felt painfully full, nausea taking over, but she didn't dare to vomit. She knew Mrs. Hilma wouldn't let her stop.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Hilma gazed down at Lorna, who was breastfeeding from her, with deep affection, relishing the overwhelming sensation surging within her. Her lips curled into a satisfied smile. The hand that had been squeezing her huge breast to keep the milk flowing now moved gently, stroking Lorna's hair tenderly. At the same time, her other hand remained firmly on the girl's head, ensuring she didn't stop drinking the breast milk that continuously streamed from her body. To her, this was a perfect moment, the miraculous bond between a mother and her breastfeeding baby.

The warm breast milk kept flowing into Lorna's mouth, filling her with an unfamiliar taste that only made her nausea worse. She still tried to resist, but the firm pressure on her nape left her with no choice but to swallow.

Lorna's gulping sounds filled the silence, making Mrs. Hilma even more eager to continue feeding her. Meanwhile, Lorna was running out of energy to fight back. Slowly, her thoughts became empty. Over time, exhaustion, fear, and disgust blended into one, suffocating her even more. There was no escape. No one could save her.

"Good girl, sweetheart!" Mrs. Hilma whispered in a suffocatingly sweet motherly tone. "Enjoy it, dear! You'll get used to it soon."

Lorna grew weaker, slowly surrendering to the breast milk that kept flowing into her body. She could only close her eyes, letting her tears stream freely, allowing everything to happen. Her body trembled, not just from fear, but from the devastating realization that no matter how much she fought back, she could never escape this reality.

In this suffocating embrace that should have been comforting, all she felt was an endless nightmare.