Chapter 11: Morning Bath

Lorna gasped as Mrs. Hilma's heavy footsteps approached. Her heart pounded wildly, her body tensed. She was still bound to the bed, with nowhere to hide, no way to escape. Her terrified eyes locked onto Mrs. Hilma, who slowly stepped closer, her gaze unreadable, a blend of eerie affection and undeniable authority.

"It's bath time, sweetheart! So you'll be clean and smell nice…" Mrs. Hilma's voice was gentle, almost like a mother speaking to her baby. But to Lorna, it wasn't kindness, it was a threat.

Without warning, Mrs. Hilma's large hands gripped the front of Lorna's ballet dress, the same one she had worn since yesterday. With a single forceful tug, the fabric tore apart, its fibers snapping with a sharp ripping sound that sent Lorna into a deeper panic. She let out a scream of humiliation as Mrs. Hilma stripped her, her body thrashing desperately, trying to fight back, but the chains around her wrists and ankles kept her completely restrained.

"No! Please don't!" Lorna struggled, attempting to cover herself, but her chained hands prevented any movement. She tried to pull her legs away, but the shackles only rattled in vain.

Mrs. Hilma ignored her pleas. With overwhelming strength, she continued tearing the fabric, ripping it apart with ease. Lorna kicked and squirmed as hard as she could, but Mrs. Hilma held her down effortlessly, pinning her in place. Her gaze remained gentle, but that gentleness was far more terrifying.

"Don't be scared, sweetheart. Mama just wants to give you a bath." Mrs. Hilma cooed, running her rough fingers through Lorna's hair.

Lorna's breath came in ragged gasps. A chill spread across her now-exposed skin, the shame and terror mixing into a suffocating force. She tried to shield herself, to hide her small breasts, but the chains held her helpless.

Mrs. Hilma only smiled, tilting her head as if admiring a masterpiece. "You're so adorable, baby!" she whispered before slipping her strong arms under Lorna's body, lifting her effortlessly as if carrying a small baby.

With overwhelming delight, Mrs. Hilma cradled Lorna in her arms, treating her like a real baby. She gazed at the girl, limp in her embrace, with an adoring expression, as if the world belonged to only the two of them. She held her tightly, pressing her close like a mother who had finally reclaimed her long, lost baby.

As she walked toward the bathroom, Mrs. Hilma couldn't stop herself from kissing her baby. Her lips landed repeatedly on Lorna's pale cheeks, leaving loud, affectionate smacks.

"Cup, cup, cup! Oh my, why are my baby's cheeks so soft?!" Mrs. Hilma squealed playfully, pinching Lorna's cheek before planting another noisy kiss.

She then lowered her face, pressing kisses onto the girl's neck with soft sighs, like a mother savoring the scent of her precious child. "Hmm, Mama's so obsessed…!! My baby is the cutest, the absolute cutest!!"

Her lips soon moved to Lorna's chest, leaving tender kisses around her small breasts as if showering her with love. Her hands patted the girl's back gently, as though soothing a baby.

Every inch of Lorna's body was like a magnet to Mrs. Hilma. She kissed her arms, even pressing her lips to Lorna's stomach as it rose and fell with her unsteady breathing.

Mrs. Hilma's face glowed with happiness, her wide smile never fading. She swayed Lorna gently in her arms, occasionally resting her cheek against the girl's head, stroking her hair with soft affection.

Lorna didn't react. Her body felt cold, her mind slowly slipping into emptiness. Exhaustion, fear, and despair wrapped around her like chains she could never break free from.

She realized she was utterly powerless in the arms of a woman who didn't see her as a teenage girl, but as a tiny, fragile baby, completely under her control.

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When the bathroom door opened, a soft mist filled the small space, blending with the gentle scent of baby soap. A large plastic bathtub sat in the center, filled with warm water scented with chamomile. A neatly folded white towel lay nearby, alongside various baby, care products, soap, shampoo, and baby oil, all arranged perfectly on a small shelf.

Mrs. Hilma, her eyes sparkling with joy, sat at the edge of the tub, cradling Lorna's limp body. Her strong hands supported the girl as if holding a delicate infant. Every so often, she pressed her nose into Lorna's hair, inhaling the faint scent mixed with sweat and traces of milk on her skin.

"Oh my, my baby smells like milk… We need to get you all clean, sweetheart." Mrs. Hilma whispered lovingly before giggling to herself.

Without waiting for any reaction, though Lorna no longer had the strength to resist, Mrs. Hilma slowly lowered her into the warm water, letting it envelop her body. One hand remained cradling the back of Lorna's head, ensuring she wouldn't sink, just like how a mother bathed an infant who couldn't sit up on their own.

"Oh, my baby is just too precious." Mrs. Hilma murmured as she poured warm water over Lorna's chest with a small pink ladle.

With gentle precision, she took a soft washcloth and began to wipe Lorna's body. She started with her face, carefully stroking her cheeks, then moved to her neck and shoulders. Occasionally, she would pause just to plant a kiss on the freshly cleaned areas.

"Cup! Ahh, you smell so nice… Mama's baby must always be fragrant." Mrs. Hilma sighed, filled with adoration, before continuing her work.

Her soapy hands moved down to Lorna's arms. She gently tilted the girl's body, making it easier to wash her hands. Lathering her arms with care, she ensured every inch was clean, all while the chains binding Lorna's wrists behind her back clanked softly. After scrubbing them thoroughly, Mrs. Hilma wrapped her fingers around Lorna's small wrists, caressing them lovingly.

"Oh my, such tiny hands! Ahh, Mama just wants to nibble them." Mrs. Hilma giggled playfully, her eyes twinkling with excitement. Without hesitation, she began kissing Lorna's fingers one by one, as if she truly couldn't resist the cuteness of her baby.

Water flowed down, washing away the soap bubbles. Lorna remained motionless, her eyes vacant, her lips slightly parted as if she had lost the strength to close them. Her breathing was slow and heavy, sinking deeper into the suffocating grip of despair.

But Mrs. Hilma didn't care. To her, this was the most beautiful moment of her life, bathing her own baby, caring for her with endless love and tenderness. Her hands now moved to Lorna's back, rubbing it in slow, circular motions, as if making sure her little one was perfectly clean.

Once Lorna's body was completely free of soap, Mrs. Hilma picked up the small ladle again and carefully rinsed her hair.

"Mmm… smells so nice, doesn't it? Now Mama can kiss you all day." Mrs. Hilma purred while pouring water gently over Lorna's head, ensuring no shampoo was left behind.

When she was done, Mrs. Hilma lifted Lorna out of the tub, wrapping her immediately in a large, soft white towel. She held her close, patting her back with rhythmic, soothing motions, just like calming a freshly bathed baby.

"Sshh… there, there, sweetheart. All fresh now." Mrs. Hilma whispered tenderly, pressing more kisses to the top of Lorna's head.

In Mrs. Hilma's embrace, Lorna could only surrender. There was no more strength to resist, no more hope of escaping this nightmare.

She had become Mrs. Hilma's baby, and there was no telling when this madness would ever end.