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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Caliborn/Jane_Crocker
  Character:
      Caliborn, Jane_Crocker
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-05-09 Words: 1760
****** Cupcakes ******
by mevious
Summary
     Jane Crocker finds herself in a pickle.
She'd been here for a while. Exactly how long, she couldn't say, largely due to
the fact that she was blindfolded and gagged. But it had been a while; of that
she was sure. Her name was Jane Crocker, and she seemed to be in a pickle. It'd
been the middle of the night when it happened; her dad was away on business,
and she, being the bright young lady she was, should have been able to handle
herself. Except that she had forgotten to lock one window. One measley window!
And now she was here. Kidnapped. Tied to a chair, and she couldn't see anything
at all.
It could have been days, hours, minutes that she'd been sitting there,
increasingly horrified and increasingly hungry. She was about to cry for the
umpteenth time, and she may well have started to, except that she could hear
footsteps. Well, it was more like a footstep, followed by a metallic clank, and
then another footstep... Someone with a metal leg, perhaps? No, that was
preposterous.
She waited in anticipation as the footsteps came closer, and soon she heard the
door slam open and then shut in quick succession. She started at the sound,
letting out a tiny shriek of terror. She was met with silence, that was, until
she could feel the blindfold being untied. Once it was off, her eyes shot
around the room like a rabbit caught in headlights. She squirmed, made muffled
cries, as though her sudden access to her sight meant that she had a better
chance of escaping now than she did in the beginning.
She didn't. It wasn't long before she was crying and giving up all over again.
She was so upset she failed to notice the sound of footstep-clank-footstep-
clank reach her ears, and thus was totally surprised when she saw a pair of
feet on the ground in front of her. Well, that would have been an exaggeration
-- she saw one foot, and one silvery, metal foot-like appendage. She was almost
afraid to do it, but her eyes traveled up the legs, over the hideous spinach-
green pants, the belt buckles, the puke-green suspenders, the red bow tie...
If she had expected the sight that met her eyes, the vomit that poured from
between her lips, seeping out from the cracks in the duct tape that kept her
mouth shut, burning as it came through her nostrils, didn't let on. Only after
she had emptied the contents of her stomach could she bring herself to look
back. What she saw was nothing short of horrifying. She thought it was probably
a guy, but it was most definitely not human. His -- its? -- skin... If it even
had skin. It was a dark green, but it almost looked like it didn't have skin.
It looked like its head was just a skeleton with blood red eyes in it, and
blood red circles on the cheeks. When it smiled, it was all teeth -- fangs,
really, and one of them was gold. It stuck out to her; the gold tooth and the
red bow tie.
It seemed like she had to stare at this thing forever before it finally spoke.
The voice that came out was booming, and yet it was somehow still childish. It
had that nag to it, like a needy kid.
"Welcome back. To the hell. Which will proceed to be your reality. For the next
however the fuck long. Until I either kill you. Or let you go."
Jane was horrified. She likely wouldn't have made a peep, even if there wasn't
vomit-soaked duct tape covering her mouth. She stared up at the creature, this
horrifying thing, with wide doe eyes and tears brimming her lash line. Had she
been wearing makeup, it most certainly would have been running down her face at
this point.
It was like that, for a moment, until the monstrosity tore the duct tape off of
her face. It stung, and she cried out. Her cry was met with a laugh. It was a
slow laugh, cold and giddy all at once; childish and sinister simultaneously.
The thing turned for a moment, and in that moment, Jane allowed herself a
choked sob. Oh, God, what had she gotten herself into?
When the thing turned again to face her, it was holding a plate of what
appeared to be cupcakes. It pulled up a stool directly in front of her and
placing itself on it. She tried her hardest not to look at its face; that was
the worst part. Its eyes stared down at her from within deep sockets, and she
couldn't stand the intensity.
"Open up," came the demand.
Something within Jane made her keep her lips shut tight. Probably a huge
mistake.
"I said. Open up." It was more insistent now, the sound of a snarl in its
voice. One of its skeletal, clawed hands closed around her throat, fingers
pushing like talons against her plump cheeks until her mouth was open, and its
other hand was shoving a glob of pastry down her throat.
She couldn't deny it; the cupcake was good, and she was starving. She chewed,
swallowed hard, and the moment she did, the abomination was shoving more
cupcake into her mouth. She accepted it, and though tears streamed down her
face, she was happy to have her long-standing hunger finally satiated.
It went on like that; she'd swallow, and immediately, more would come. There
came a time when she felt like she simply couldn't take anymore, she uttered
the first word she'd speak to the beast that was feeding her. "Stop. Stop, I
can't. I'm full, I can't eat anymore." She sobbed the words over a mouth full
of cupcake and a throat full of sobs.
"Well that's just too bad. Isn't it. Keep eating, bitch." In an instant, it was
in her lap, straddling her. She was almost surprised at how much it didn't
weigh; how small this monster truly was. She didn't have long to dwell on it,
though, because now he had all the leverage he needed to continue shoving
chunks of cupcake into her mouth, down her throat.
She didn't have much option but to chew, swallow, chew, swallow. The
uncomfortable fullness was quickly turning into a painful one, and she choked
out sobs over mouthfulls of fluffy cake bits, tears streaming down her face.
There was a brief reprieve when the beast pulled the stool around, placing the
platter that still had at least three dozen cupcakes on it there, and freeing
up its taloned hand. The atrocity leaned in closer to her, the small height
advantage it did have acting as perfect leverage for it to hover just over her
icing-caked face as its long finger shoved another piece of pastry into her
mouth.
"That's right. Eat it. Eat it like the fat bitch you are." A tongue flicked out
of its mouth, pitch black and forked, swiping some of the sugary icing off her
cheek. "God. You're so... Filthy. Disgusting, really. An ugly bitch like you.
Obeying my commands. Yes. Yesssssssssss."
All Jane could do was cry. She felt like she was going to hurl at any moment,
God, there was so much food stuffed in her belly she wasn't sure any more would
fit. So focused on that was she that she failed to notice or even care when the
poke of what she could only assume was this creature's penis sunk into her
stomach. She just kept her mouth open, drooling and nauseous and woozy with
fullness.
The real kicker was when she felt a second poke, this one on the other side of
her belly button. She scrambled for a moment, her brain rushing around for some
kind of answer, something to explain this anomaly. She opened her mouth to
begin frantic questioning, but she was only met with more cupcake. More
painful, gooey sugar-muffin.
"No more talking. Just eat. It's so. Disgusting. To watch you eat this much.
How are you even holding it. Does it hurt. I bet it doesn't. You're such a fat
bitch. I bet your stomach can hold more." The mutant thing grinned, its tongue
flitting out to scoop ice cream off her cheeks again. She tried to shake her
head, tried to say no, but all that happened was more cupcake was shoved in her
mouth.
She could feel the creature's shudders as its hand reached its... penises?
Appendages? Jane had no idea. She just cried, and continued to be stuffed full
of cupcakes. She hurt, and she could feel the skin of her belly expanding in
ways she'd never thought possible. The waistline of her skirt bit into her
painfully, and the monster's presence on her lap didn't help matters.
She groaned in pain as she swallowed another chunk of cupcake. It ground
against her gag reflex, pushed her stomach out even further. She could almost
feel the flesh of her waist puffing out. Her groan was met with one from the
monstrosity, too, though that one was overjoyed, pleased even. Its hips rocked
against her in something of a frenzy as he began to use the fingers on one hand
to hold her mouth open while he stuffed her full of more and more cupcake.
Just when she thought she might burst, might explode from the inside, the front
of her shirt was suddenly warm and wet, in both places where she'd felt the
stiff digits. In the blink of an eye (though to be fair her blinks were long
and lazy by this point), it had slid off her lap and the cupcakes were carted
out of the room without another word. If she cared to guess, she might have
thought it was ashamed of what had just happened. But it didn't matter. All she
could think of was how full she felt, and how drowsy she was.
Her head lolled around as she tried to focus, assess the situation. She
couldn't help but wonder why she hadn't been untied... That was, until it hit
her like a sack of po-- no, she couldn't think of food. It hit her like a sack
of bricks. It was going to keep her here. That monster was going to keep her
here until it got bored or she died, and it was probably going to do this
again. The realization was met with loud sobs and a mountain of tears, up until
the moment she fell asleep, painfully stuffed and horrendously upset, still
bound to the chair.
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