You forget to knock on the bathroom door, accidentally barging in on Rebecca in the bath.
She hardly reacts to your intrusion, only moves to cover her chest silently, staring at you. With the wet hair out of her face, you get a rare glimpse of her eyes.
(1) Apologize and quickly leave
(2) Ask if you can join | Promiscuity 2
Rebecca takes a minute before she quietly replies “sure” you didn’t expect this. You undress and get in with her. The act is too tame to soothe, but it does excite you. | - Stress | + Arousal
The tub isn't built for two, so you squeeze against one side. Rebecca shifts in place, leanings into you with her hands on your shoulders, she kneels over you. Her face betrays no emotion, leaving you puzzled on what she’s trying to do.
Rebecca suddenly pushes you under water. With her whole weight on your collar and nothing you can hold onto, you thrash helplessly. You fail to hold your breath, choking on water.
You scratch at her arms and kick blindly but she doesn’t relent. Your lungs burn, eyes too, you start to feel light headed.
Just as you think this is it, she pulls you up. You try to take as much oxygen in your lungs as you can between violent coughs. Rebecca keeps her hands on your neck, she’s grinning wide enough for her eyes to scrunch.
Before you catch your breath, she pushes you down again. You hold your breath this time. You hear your heartbeat in your ear, you know you’re only wasting oxygen in your panic.
You exhale, bubbles flow to the surface, your lungs burn. your fingertips dig into Rebecca’s arm. your lungs burn. you can’t hold it anymore. You inhale water and thrash violently once more. Your lungs burn.
(1) next
Rebecca finally lets you go, you struggle to take in air between your sobs. You instinctively try to get away from her but she’s still stradling you. She’s giggling, seeing you look up at her with big wet eyes, she laughs harder.
Her hands move up to cradle your face, she’s suddenly gentle, cooing at your state between her giggles “you're just too cute I can’t help it~”
She kisses you, your lungs burn. | + + Stress | + Trauma | + Pain
> (1) Seek comfort | +Love | +Dominance
(2) Retaliate | +Lust | -Dominance
(3) Just Leave | --Love
You let Rebecca kiss you, you chase her lips when she pulls away. She giggles more as she settles back down. You try to maneuver in the tub so you can lean into her, you must look pathetic enough that she lets you rest your head on her chest. | - Stress | - Trauma | + Arousal
Rebecca strokes your head for a while before leaving you alone to finish your bath.
Avarage therapy appointment with Charlotte and Harper
f!Harper/f!PC | 1600 words | 18+
cw: past noncon, current dubcon, implied drug (mis)use, intentionally triggering trauma responses, medical malpractice, harper should be enough of a content warning by herself tbh.
"If you will, could you start from the beginning?"
"okay... I climbed the fence to leave, just to see if I could, since I wouldn't get in trouble now. then I walked around for a bit-"
"didn't you skip something?"
"huh..? oh. right. someone attacked me just as I left, I guess. It didn't feel real, somehow, it was over before I processed what was happening I think. I really don't feel anything about it."
Harper nods in response, Charlotte feels it more than she sees it in their position. too close she'd need her glasses to see her face, tho her vision's already blurred, and her head too heavy to lift.
"Please continue" the good doctor urges her to continue talking, so Charlotte does.
She recalls walking around town aimlessly, staring at shops through windows, seeing where was hiring. All she could find was the cafe, but by the time she got there she was distracted.
Ocean, despite living close enough that the smell of it fades into the background of the town, she's never got to spend time there.
It's been orphanage to school then back for all her life. The ocean was always behind car windows struggling to peek between buildings, or a sliver of blue you try to catch from the top floor of the orphanage, once again behind glass.
Then there it is, so vast Charlotte wonders how it could have ever fit behind those tiny windows. The breeze ruffles her hair, salt smell finally obvious to her, the sun beating down on the waves bright enough to blind…
Charlotte hangs onto that memory, tries to hold onto the feeling of sand getting in her school shoes, hair getting in her face, her classmates laughter, Robin's smile and wave as she closes shop.
Sunset, leaving her frozen in place as she watches the sun dip into the water, painting it and the sky orange, clouds turning her favorite shade of pink. She tries to grasp at them, trying to last them longer, but there isn't anything solid she can hold there. She doesn't remember faces or names, she doesn't remember what was so entertaining that she let the whole day pass by on the beach.
The day does end, it gets dark, feels cold in her sundress, she remembers Bailey's word to not wander outside at night so she waits for a bus.
...
She really should have taken a map with her, her sense of direction was never good, she knows by now the walk from the beach to the orphanage is so short, God.
through the pain of a broken arm and panic and just the need to get home, everything blurred so much she didn't recognize a single building, single road, the town she grew up in really was a stranger to her all along, huh? God.
Why would she take the fucking bus again, if she just, God, if she just walked maybe. God. God. God.
She tries to plead, turning to Harper, who's sitting next to her on the bus, the doctor places her hand on her thigh, somehow it's not comforting.
The world behind the window is pitch black, the bus feels too long, the seats upon seats in a row stretching until she can neither see the back door or the driver, she looks at the other passengers, despite her best effort she cannot make out any faces.
Harper's hand rides higher, creeping under her skirt, Charlotte wants to grab her wrist, but her arms hang limp beside her body. "Please continue" the doctor says, Charlotte wants anything but, her stomach drops when she feels fingers stroking her through her panties.
she calls out for help, from Harper? from God? just anyone? for what?
Someone grabs her arm, her eyes flash white from the pain, being thrown onto the bus floor doesn't hurt compared to her arm, she can't do anything but try to protect it as- as the-
she feels the bone under skin, it's sticking out wrong, this is when she realised her arm really was broken, and that she should be getting to the hospital instead, but all she can do is lay there until people are finished with her.
Everyone's watching, from their seats, she can't make out a single face, she can barely see anything, everything is a blur, it just hurts.
"Can't you recall any more details?" Harper asks with a kiss on the cheek, no not a kiss exactly, that's her tongue, Charlotte's head is too foggy to think anything of it, somehow it feels comforting.
"I can't, I don't even remember getting home" "Bailey brought you to the hospital, I fixed your arm, remember?" Charlotte looks at the doctor's blurry face, no recognition, Harper huffs trying not to show displeasure at what she managed to remember and forget.
she pushes Charlotte to lay down, more so loosens her grip and lets her fall back into the hospital bed, her hair streams down and pools on the floor.
"What's the next thing you remember?" Charlotte continues staring blankly "what was your school life like?" "... it was fine" "and your work?" "I think.. I did housekeeping?.. Doctor I mean it, nothing, I don't remember anything"
Harper climbs closer, eclipsing the too bright ceiling light, it's some relief to Charlotte, not enough to offset the spike of anxiety over being straddled by the doctor.
"Do you remember how you ended up breaking your cast?" Charlotte grimaces, but doesn't reply, looking beyond Harper "as your doctor I need you to be fully open with me, I can't help you if you don't let me" "you... you seem to know enough already" Charlotte tries to say, the doctor's smile doesn't falter
Harper traces a line from her knees, through her thigh, to her stomach, moving up to her bare chest, Charlotte can't even twitch or jump at the feeling of cold fingers. Muscles left slack, one of her legs hang off the bed, it feels so heavy she can't imagine lifting it, yet Harper hooks her hand under her knee and moves her so easily.
"can you try a bit harder to remember, for me, Charlene?" she stops breathing, she can't even voice her complaint.
her arm was grasped again, the painkillers couldn't help to dampen the pain then, it punched the air out of her lungs, she couldn't scream. yet she still fought, not from bravery, just blind with panic.
the feeling of his hands were so vivid once, every single digit and every single action he took, every inch of skin he stained. she used to feel it crawling under her skin, but they're so faint now, Harper can't wring out any more details, she doesn't remember anything.
she doesn't know when she stopped fighting, whether being penetrated made her give up or the pain overwhelmed her. She never knew how she got out, she must have fell unconcious eventually.
then she's at the beach again, the waves climbing up her legs, too lazy to drag her back in. the ocean could swallow her, in the darkness of the night no one would see, people drown silently too right?
but the sun starts to rise, orange light intrudes on the stars, the sea illuminates like fire, the tides retreat as she hears food steps. instead of more unremembered faces she'd regret asking for help from, she looks up to see Harper.
"that's all you can remember?" she asks, standing with her arms folded behind her, same smile still plastered on her face, Charlotte wonders if she ever stops smiling "it is." she replies bluntly, she would like to forget more.
watching the sun reclaim it's place in the sky, Charlotte makes no move to get up, still looking to the ocean to see if it will finish the job it started.
So Harper kneels down to her, clammy hands craddle her face, she doesn't fight back, limbly letting the doctor kiss her. it's only a peck for now "should I increase your dosage?" it sounds more like she's pondering to herself than asking the patient's opinion.
"I won't take them, if you do" she complains before Harper's on her again "you shouldn't pick and choose your prescription like that" despite smiling still, the doctor chastizes with a pinch on her nipple, Charlotte yelps weakly.
Her limbs don't have the energy to push the doctor away from roughly fondling her chest. Lifting her arm off the bed takes so much, and all she can manage is basically petting the other blond's shoulder. She feels Harper smile against her lips at the effort.
Charlotte closes her eyes, her head feels so heavy, like her skull's overstuffed, she's so tired.
she almost dozes off, or at least something like it, but cold fingers stroking her clit brings her back. "doctor..." she whines into her mouth, then another yelp is ripped out of her throat as two fingers push into her.
Harper moans more than her as she deepens the kiss, Charlotte shivers "please... doctor..!" keeping a coherent thought is hard, she doesn't know what exactly she's pleading for, she can barely muster thoughts.
The knots in her stomach tighten, she barely notices Harper pull back from the kiss. wiping drool off her chin, she looks down at Charlotte with a crescent grin, staring at her lips like it's taking all she has to stop herself from latching unto her face again.
"now, Charlotte" she breathes a little heavy "could you restart from the beginning?"
I love trend chasing, Rebecca body writing post first cause she'd actually write on people... hm, she might even permanently mark you
Body writing relating to Rebecca
[Rebecca's Doll]
"are you proud of it?" you think she's smiling behind her hand.
she kicks you in the stomach, a smile and blush lights up her face at the same time "cutest doll there is" she strokes your face as you double over. +pain +lust
[Rebecca owns me]
she presses down on the last bruise she gave you "you don't need it written on you to remember, do you?"
she grabs your face, her nails dig into your cheeks, she doesn't say anything.
[Good Puppy]
a chuckle escapes her "aren't you eager" she pets your head -stress
she grabs a bunch of your hair and sneers "if only you acted more like it..."
[Attack Dog]
she takes your hand in hers, placing a kiss on your knuckle "I think I have another job for you actually, after this..." +arousal
she starts laughting, she's still giggling when she speaks "you sure are, puppy"
[Loyal Mutt]
she pulls you in by the collar, giggling "you're so cute" she pecks you on the lips before letting go +lust
she stares down at it for a while before spitting on you and wiping it away "don't flatter yourself"
Bodywriting relating to LIs
[Robin]
she laughs "aww, does your little parasite patch you up after I'm done with you?" +stress
[Sydney]
she puffs out air in an almost laugh "didn't knew you had a thing for virgins... it'd be pretty fun seeing her fall" her grin seems more malicious than usual +stress
[Whitney]
she grins "that mutt really doesn't know how to keep their toys in line"
she reads the "Property of Whitney" writing on your forehead "honestly I'm just impressed he knows how to spell Property"
[Kylar]
her grin grows wider as her imagination runs "if only they could see this... who do you think they'd stab first? me or you?" ++stress
Bodywriting related to other pcs
[Charlotte]
she pauses, you regret not being able to see her expression clearly, she suddenly wraps her hands around you throat, You can't breathe! She remains silent. ++stress
she suddenly punches you, hard, your ears ring. But she doesn't seem mad, in fact, you never seen her smile so wide. You catch a glimpse of her eyes between her bangs too, she seems manic "I can't wait to send your broken husk back to her" +lust ++stress
(Rebecca will do much more damage in this encounter, and immediately go for round two at the end. like the prayer room you can try to resist, making the next encounter noncon)
[Anna]
she's silent for a moment, but eventually her face splits into half by her grin. She seems to have had an idea +lust ++stress
you catch a glimpse of her eyes, she looks... unimpressed? she grins "the little princess doesn't fullfill all your fantasies, does she?" she wraps her hands around your throat, You can't breathe! +stress
[Percy/Angie/etc.]
she smiles, tracing their name with her finger "you're such a glutton, at least you're durable" she pets your head -stress
she giggles "you're set on breaking yourself, aren't you? but don't worry, I'll make sure you last"
[Shiloh/Ronnie/etc.]
"are you two getting along? that's so cute~" she laughs to herself.
"aww the puppies playing together?" she coos.
[Other]
[UFarm tattoos]
she's silent for a moment, tracing her fingers over it.
[promiscuity/exhibition]
she smiles and coos sweetly at you "humping anyone's leg is all you're good for isn't it?"
[prostitution]
"you should be fetching a pretty penny..." she says. You think that was a compliment?
[masochism]
she spanks your thigh hard enough to leave a handprint "use that mouth to speak for once, instead of leaving me notes"
[submission]
she strokes your head "you really are useless for much else, aren't you?"
[high trauma]
she pauses, she sounds colder than usual "stop crying for attention, you look pathetic" she spits and wipes the writing off of you.
What was one event that changed your PC? Not just their appearance but their perspective on the world, or the way the town works?
heavy question okay. Charlotte's first weeks were hell, I got a fic about it she learned there is no one to help you out there, not a safe corner in the world.
But the thing that truly broke her was losing her first kiss to Whitney, it was the one virginity she had left, and who'd even want it, it's just a kiss, it doesn't get you off, Whitney doesn't even like her. it was just cruelty for cruelty's sake. She's so desperate to feel safe again, she stopped thinking of anyone but herself
For Rebecca it's ending up in the ufarm. Until then she was Pathetic, desperate for any attention good or bad, unsatisfied, emptier than empty. Then Remy made her realise something.
you get love by breaking people and putting them back together. And repeat, until they're made for you, until they're thankful for your attention. Unlike Remy who want docile cows tho, she wants loyal dogs.
Brooke's breakdown was long time coming, she could only have ignored the fact her mother tried to kill her for so long, or the awareness she's alien to her peers in some way she doesn't understand, or how being raped affected her, or her pregnancy.
Kylar the one person she thought was her friend kidnapping and raping her too was only the last straw, and at her worst when she feels like her body's breaking and changing faster than she can process... she could have only took so much
And then there is Anna. she just, doesn't, as soon as she left the orphanage Charlotte and Brooke were all over her, making sure she's prepared, she went into the world with all their advice and their protection at school and temple... there is a weird surviver's guilt to it, she's the only one who didn't have a drastic change, and she gotta stay strong because both her childhood friends' mental stability rests on her well being
There is also Charlotte's second breakthrough, after she stayed apathetic to everyone else's suffering just to keep herself safe and secure for months, finding Brooke broken just the way she was back then... she wanted to be the kind of person she'd needed, for others. back to playing protective big sister for other orphans, just like when they were kids but this time she can actually help.
related, Brooke barely avoids going fullly feral to just become her dog instead, if no one else got her Charlotte got her can I get an amen! she'd go become a cryptid in the woods if she and Anna weren't around to remind her there is still good in humanity.
