General RP MY MOM, MY SLAVE

Clarissa lays there without moving.....she had to keep up the idea that she had submitted to her son if there was any hope of escaping. Pictures or not, she had to somehow get to a pharmacy, hospital, police station...anywhere so she could prevent what she feared most---pregnancy. The longer she stayed his sex slave, the more times he raped her only increased the chances of her becoming pregnant.

She winced as a leather collar was secured around her neck, a clicking sound telling her that it was locked from behind....a ring dangled from the front. She was now officially his slave.
 

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