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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Once_Upon_a_Time_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Evil_Queen_|_Regina_Mills/Queen_of_Hearts_|_Cora
  Character:
      Evil_Queen_|_Regina_Mills, Queen_of_Hearts_|_Cora
  Additional Tags:
      magic!cock, PWP, Blackqueen, Loss_of_Virginity, Anal_Sex, Anal_Fingering,
      Vaginal_Fingering, Emotional/Psychological_Abuse, Abuser_POV, Parent/
      Child_Incest, Lactation_Kink, Breastfeeding, Mommy_Kink, Mommy_Issues,
      Fever, Delirious_Mindset, Victim_POV, Twisted_Hurt/Comfort
  Series:
      Part 1 of Smutty_Stories
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-26 Updated: 2016-11-11 Chapters: 3/? Words: 4296
****** such beauty in your brokenness ******
by kahlen369
Summary
     Regina is so very pretty, and Cora cannot resist breaking her in.
Notes
     Tags updated with every new chapter
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Love was weakness. But lust. Lust was nature's course. Cora knew well the
perversions that seemed to pervade men when it came to the so-called "lesser
sex". Not even her spineless dear husband was exempt, as she could still recall
his eyes on her during their wedding night. It was a fact of life, and one she
had taken advantage of readily, but it was always something that remained
unfathomable to her.
Until Regina. Watching her sweet, beautiful daughter, she thought she could
finally understand the appeal.
There was something so delightfully sinful about soiling something pure.
Regina was a pretty little thing, all wide doe eyes and delicate bones. Her
hair sat like a crown atop her head, long and lustrous and soft to the touch.
Even the skin that was just a touch too dark only made her more delicious
looking as it added a touch of exoticness to her otherwise innocent looks.
It made her think of the stories of little girls sold like dolls. It made her
want to dig nails into skin and leave a trail of red marks all over dark dark
skin and hair. She would be nothing but a doll to be used and abused, a little
slut with spread legs and dripping cunt to stuff her fingers into. She would
conjure the biggest cock and stuff her daughter's pussy to the point of
breaking. She would be covered in her cum, hair mussed and limbs loose with the
scent of sex imprinted on her skin.
Regina was a pretty little thing indeed, and she was prettiest all naked and
gasping for mommy, she had quickly decided.
---
Her baby looked up at her with those dark dark eyes, still so trusting even
after all this time.
She slid the dress off smoothly, ignoring her daughter's confused cry and
protesting hands.
Her little hairless pussy drew her eye immediately. She licked her lips at the
sight. It looked, frankly, adorable, and sent a pang into the hole her heart
had once been in as well as a jolt straight down to her own aching core. And
ache it did, as lust blazed its way through her veins.
A finger dipped down to trace the tiny crack, the action drawing a startled
gasp from her daughter's mouth. The sound was enough to make her glance up, to
those tempting pink lips. With her other hand, she grabbed Regina's chin and
drew her into a searing kiss. Her tongue slipped into a heated mouth,
swallowing the muffled cries and protests.
The finger slipped inside, and Regina wailed. With her free hand, she wrapped
her fingers around her throat, until her daughter stilled. Smirking, Cora used
the opportunity to deepen her kiss, taking her mouth possessively, delighting
in the delectable taste and scent, as she slowly moved the finger she had
inside the young girl’s cunt. A second finger was soon added, making Regina
tremble in pain and protest. Tears pooled in her eyes. Cora broke the kiss just
long enough to lick away the salt that slid down her cheek.
Hard and fast and rough, she fucked her daughter ruthlessly, as a third and
fourth finger were added not long after. It was an incredibly tight fit, and
she was forced to stretch and bleed. With every thrust, screams tore from her
mouth, as Cora had ceased her plunder there to mark the rest of her pretty skin
with her sharp teeth.
Again and again, until Cora came just from the sight and scent and feel of
fucking her pretty little girl with her bare hands.
Finally, she drew away completely, yanking her hand roughly out of her
daughter’s abused pussy. Her finger were stained red with blood, the remnants
of her precious virginity, and her eyes glittered darkly at the sight, lips
curling in possessive, malicious pleasure. Mine, she thought. Animalistic
instinct pressed her to sink her blood-stained fingers into her own mouth. The
metallic taste lingered on her tongue, mixed in with a distinctly musky mixture
that could only be Regina.
Drawing her eyes back to its source, she found her daughter curled up and
quietly sobbing.
“My dear,” Cora crooned softly, moving closer and delighting in the flinch this
drew from her. “Did you really think it was over so soon?”
Regina’s eyes widened in horror, as panic quickly overtook her. “No, mama,
please.” Her voice was so sweet, so terrified.
Cora could not help but smile. With a wave of her hand, a cock appeared where
her own cunt once was. Her dripping wetness became a hardness that was painful,
and precum that leaked out eagerly.
Regina was crying in earnest now.
"Shhh... Mommy will make you feel better," she cooed as she brushed her
daughter's soft hair away from her pretty little face. “I’m going to show you
just how much I love you, for as long as it takes.”
At the declaration that her torture would not be ending anytime soon, abject
terror seemed to overtake her, making her lose her mind, as she shook her head
repeatedly. “Nonono,” she begged mindlessly.
Cora continued to stroke her pretty hair. It was half-plastered on her forehead
by now, slick from sweat incurred from the brutal fucking she had already
endured. At the thought of fucking, her cock twitched eagerly in anticipation
and memory. It would be even better like this.
Her cock was swiftly lined up against her daughter’s abused little pussy,
leaking eagerly against the hole. It rubbed up briefly against the tiny nub at
the top, drawing a startled gasp from her daughter, before it was quickly lost
in even more panicked sobs. Cora enjoyed the beautiful sight for a moment,
before she smiled.
With dark lust blown eyes, Cora slammed herself inside in one quick, harsh
movement. Regina screamed, high-pitched and squealing. It was so so tight and
warm, Cora shuddered even as she forced herself in deeper.
The tiny pussy tightened ever more against the forceful intrusion, as the
writhing body tried to reject it, but failed. Her cock twitched eagerly and
Cora moaned in pleasure, nearly drowning out her daughter's panicked sobs. She
pinned small flailing hands hard onto the bed, and let her weight settle harder
on the bucking hips. She met each attempt to throw her off with a hard thrust
that sent jolts of pleasure up her cock and cries of pain from Regina. It was
even better than she’d imagined. Though it had already been forced open by her
fingers earlier, it remained incredibly tight, forcing sweet, painful pressure
on her member. It was a pussy made for her, she thought, a body carved for her
cock. Her sweet girl, borne from her body, made to receive mommy’s love. "My
little queen, who do you belong to?"
Cora punctuated her question with a particularly hard thrust, sending her
daughter reeling against the headboard. The impact sent a wave of fresh tears
in her eyes as she vainly struggled to free herself once more. Her resistance
was weak, strained by pain and exhaustion. Gripping the fragile wrists in her
hold tighter, she demanded. “Answer me.”
Her thrusts had grown harder and faster, less coordinated as she found her lust
spiralling higher and higher, to untoward heights. Biting her daughter’s neck
deeply and possessively, Cora rose to face tear-filled eyes with blood stained
lips as she repeated, “Who do you belong to?”
"Y-you," Regina gasped up desperately, willing to do anything to make it end.
"You, mommy!"
Mine. The affirmation was all it took. She came hard and fast, roaring
whiteness searing itself beneath her eyelids as streak after streak of hot come
filled up her daughter’s pussy. It was too much for her tiny cunt, overflowing
onto her thighs and splashing onto the bed.
Slowly, she pulled back, the now limp cock slipping out from her cunt amidst a
river of come.
Regina was still crying. Her hair was a mess. She bore marks of Cora’s love
everywhere, dark red marks all over her neck and collar, where her teeth had
sunk in eagerly.
She looked so very tiny and broken. She was absolutely perfect. Her cock
twitched a little at the thought, eager to have another go already.
Chapter End Notes
     Actually wrote this forever ago, but hesitated posting it because,
     well, it's pretty messed up. Decided to fuck it and post it now
     though. This "pairing" can always use more fic, anyway.
     Originally a one-shot, now a multi-chaptered fic
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Cora finds that she misses a little fire in her prey, and comes up
     with a perfect solution to bring it back.
Chapter Notes
     This took forever because I kept rewriting it and not being happy
     with what I wrote. ...which was all probably entirely too much
     thought and effort for a messed up fic like this, but there you go.
     Anyway, finally decided to just post it.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Her little girl was a quick learner.
By now, Regina had learned to stifle her screams and tears, to save her energy
as she understood the utter futility of fighting back. She surrendered herself
to her mommy, growing limp in her arms like the pretty doll she was, in the
ultimate culmination of all her fantasies.
Cora thrust into her daughter’s waiting cunt with a satisfied hiss. Even after
several sessions, the young pussy remained tight as ever. The pressure on her
cock felt so good. Wet and warm and throbbing, she sank deeper inside her
daughter, relishing in the pliant way the body opened up to her without any
resistance.
Still, though it was undeniably satisfying to her so completely under her
command, Cora could not help but miss the rebellion a little just the same.
There was a certain primal pleasure in being able to dominate someone fighting
back, like a rider taming a bucking horse, which was an apt metaphor for
several reasons.
As her hand slid up to cup her daughter’s pert little ass, she smirked. She
knew just how to get that spark of protest back again. Almost as if she
secretly agreed with the thought, Regina was lying face down, with her ass up
in the air, just inches away from where she was thrusting into her cunt. It was
just ripe for the taking, and Cora could never resist such sweet temptation.
Before the girl was even aware of what was happening, a slender finger had
managed to slip inside her asshole. A startled yelp came from her sweet mouth,
and Cora smirked.
With false honey in her voice, she whispered, “Shhh…Calm yourself, my dear.” As
she spoke, a hand stroked soft dark hair almost tenderly. “We’re going to be
trying something new today.” There was genuine, if sadistic, excitement
suffusing those words.
After her announcement, Cora slowly tugged her still hard cock out of her
daughter’s pussy with a soft plop. Even though this was normally an act that
brought relief to her, clearly, Regina was not a fool, no matter how she
sometimes acted. Her daughter had caught the meaning quickly enough, and was
acting with a fervor she had not possessed in weeks. A flush of victorious
pleasure swept across her. This was what she had missed, after all.
With her face pressed up against the mattress, Regina’s voice was strained and
muffled, “P-please… don’t,” Still, she plead, with the panicked tinge of
emotion that had been absent lately. “Not this.” Clearly, she knew better by
now than to protest off sex completely.
“Do you want Mommy’s cock back in your sweet little pussy?” Cora asked, voice
soft and honeyed. “Is that what you want? To be Mommy’s little girl?”
There was a pause, where Regina’s breath hitched, a sob lodged in her throat.
Then, she whispered, barely audible, “Yes.”
Smiling, Cora stroked her daughter’s dark hair, as she replied, “I can’t hear
you, my dear.” A hand began to crawl back down to her ass, in warning,
anticipation.
“Yes, Mommy!” Regina cried out immediately, panicked as she begged desperately.
“Please, I’ll be good.”
It was a familiar plea, even before the new facet in their relationship. As
always when faced with her daughter’s soft pleas, there was a faint twinge, in
the cavity that might’ve once housed her heart. But, as always, it was all too
easy to ignore in favor of the lust that sang in her veins.
Still, taking pity on the the poor thing, Cora took out the finger in her ass,
allowing Regina a moment to relax, a moment of weakness, before she swept it up
the length of the bare sweet pussy before her, taking the slick wetness and
making her shudder. She barely paused before she moved the finger back towards
that perfect little ass, swirling it around the tight hole, ignoring the
whimper of fear and dread this caused.
“You’ll be good, won’t you?” Cora reminded, smirking a little where Regina
couldn’t see her as she lied. “This won’t hurt a bit.”
Then, she abruptly pressed two fingers back inside, taking pleasure in the
startled yelp this elicited. Without giving her time to adjust, she added
another finger, then another, until she was roughly pushing four fingers in and
out her daughter’s virgin asshole to the sound of her muffled, desperate
wailing.
After some time, she estimated that she had stretched the hole enough to ensure
she wouldn’t permanently injure her daughter, but not enough that her next
action would be anything less than shatteringly painful.
Pulling out her hand, she gave Regina some more time to recover her breath,
soothing her tear-streaked face with her other hand and pressing a kiss over
neck. “Don’t worry, my love, it will be over soon.” Cora reassured her, soaking
in the wary hope forming in those big brown eyes with relish. Oh, my foolish,
naive Regina. When would she ever learn?
Without warning, Cora took her still hardened cock and roughly shoved it up her
daughter’s poor abused asshole. The scream that erupted from Regina’s throat
was absolutely bloodcurdling. She trashed desperately, like a wild animal,
clearly forgetting all her promises to be good in the face of her pain
When a stray hand nearly made contact with her face, Cora frowned. With a flick
of her hand, the small body was pinned in place by magic, only the smallest of
twitches and movement allowed. “Bad girl.” Cora scolded, laying a sharp slap on
one ass cheek that had Regina whimpering harder, but unable to do much else.
Once her daughter was secure, she let her eyes fall close, a breathless hiss
escaping her own mouth as the immense pressure on her cock was almost painful.
If her virgin cunt had been an incredibly tight fit, this was so much more.
Undeterred by the tightness, Cora pressed on, thrusting harder and harder,
deeper and deeper inside her daughter, all to the tune of Regina’s continued
cries.
When she’d managed to fit her entire cock up her ass, she paused to enjoy the
sensation. Regina squirmed underneath her, little soft twitches that were the
most her magic allowed her to do. Her throat had gone hoarse from screaming,
and she was only moaning now, soft and strained. “N-no…”
Cora smiled, before roughly pulling out, drawing a ragged cry from her
daughter, before she swiftly thrust in again. Not giving her daughter any time
to adjust, she kept up a punishing pace that had the bed rocking violently. Her
pleasure built to a crescendo, and she was close to falling. Gripping her
daughter tightly, she gave a particularly brutal thrust, that managed to elicit
one last ragged scream out of her.
“Mine,” Cora hissed out, eyes closing as stars burst beneath them and she came
with a cry, emptying herself into her daughter with one final thrust. “You are
mine.” The declaration was punctuated by red nails digging into an already
reddened ass cheek, and a muffled moan of pain.
Finally, coming down from her high, she surveyed her handiwork like a proud
general over a conquered army. She pulled out her now flaccid cock with a sharp
tug, that sent come flowing out, down over her daughter’s cunt, which was still
red and raw from her last fucking. There was sticky white fluid everywhere,
running down her thighs, and on the bed, as it was all too much for the tight
asshole to handle.
Smirking at the sight, she then traced over the crescent shaped marks she left
on skin, swirling a finger around the abused hole, relishing in Regina’s
flinch. “This,” she said pointedly. “Is mine.”
Moving the hand over down to her stretched cunt, she explained slowly, as
though to a particularly dim-witted student, “Your tight little asshole and
your pretty little pussy are both mine to use as I please.” Finally, she laid
the hand over her daughter’s neck, and squeezing possessively, she explained
calmly, “Because all of you is mine.”
In response, Regina only sobbed louder.
Perhaps another lesson was in order.
Chapter End Notes
     Partly in answer to a few requests in the comments. Feel free to
     leave more prompts.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Regina is sick with fever, and Cora has just the perfect medicine to
     give her
Chapter Notes
     Again, this took a while because I felt like I was getting a little
     too repetitive in some parts. I definitely repeated a lot of words
     and themes here. Considering Regina is half-delirious here though, I
     figured it fit and decided not to change it too much.
The room was dark, save for the strips of pale moonlight streaming in from the
window. They cast strange shadows on the walls, wispy little ghosts that seemed
to dance across the room. Perhaps if she were awake, the sight of them would
have ratcheted her anxiety up further. As it stood, however, the only demons
Regina could see were the ones in her mind's eye.
In the middle of her too-large bed, she twisted and turned as she fruitlessly
tried to escape her nightmare. Brows drawn tight over her closed eyes, her face
shifted between various expressions of agony, before her mouth finally slipped
open into a bloodcurdling scream that echoed loudly as it bounced across the
walls.
Her eyes flew open, forced out of her nightmare by the volume of her own cries.
The brown orbs were glazed over though, still stuck replaying sickening visions
over and over again. There was sweat on her brow and on the back of her neck,
and there was a flush to her skin and cheeks. It wasn't merely the aftereffects
of her nightmare, though.
Regina was sick with fever, had been for two days now. Being such a sheltered
girl, it was not something that happened too often. But when it did happen, it
tended to be fairly bad. Often, she grew delirious and had little memory of it
happening at all, afterwards (that would be one small mercy at least, later
on). As usual, the bulk of the care was left to her nursemaid, Agatha, a kindly
middle-aged woman who had come from her father's kingdom (who Regina sometimes
secretly imagined was herrealmother). Daddy often dropped by as well,
whispering words of comfort (and apology) as he pressed his hands to her hair,
always leaving before Mother came around.
Because of her sickness, Regina was confined to bed for the foreseeable future.
For a girl who loved to ride horses and run in the fields (away from home),
this was already a torturous situation. But after her mother had started to
visit her bedroom in the dead of the night, it became something impossibly
worse. The feeling of being in a bed was akin to being in a prison, to being
trapped with no way out. On the walls, the shadows grew long, twisting into
terrible shapes that had Regina closing her eyes, vainly hoping for something
better.
Nightmares blended with reality, with old dreams and foolish hope. She was sick
and scared, feeling so very weak and helpless. Paradoxically, she wanted her
mother. It was irrational, considering she was the biggest source of her
nightmares, but Regina had never been able to completely stop loving the woman
who had given birth to her. Love had always been her biggest weakness, after
all.
Caught in her thoughts and half-delirious with sickness, she did not see the
figure that had entered, large and looming, not until they cast a deep shadow
over her. Almost as if she'd been summoned by her thoughts, her mother
appeared, towering above her like some all-powerful god. Unseen by blank,
distracted eyes, Cora smiled as she took in the sight of her daughter in
distress.
"Come here, my love," Cora commanded, more gently than usual, patting her lap
as she settled onto the bed, a hand possessively touching Regina's shoulder to
gain her complete attention.
Slow from sleep and sickness, Regina could only blink confusedly. Barely aware
of what was happening, she mumbled, high and soft, "Mama?" In her fevered
state, she seemed to have forgotten the danger Cora typically posed, reverting
to state where she yearned instinctively for her mother. All she wanted was for
Mommy, to take her into her loving arms and take away all her pain.
Poor baby, Cora thought. Pressing a hand to her daughter's forehead, she found
it was hot to the touch. "You're burning up, my sweet." It was also dripping
with sweat, as was the rest of her body. "Let's get you out of those wet
clothes."
With a wave of her hand, her daughter's soaked nightdress disappeared, leaving
behind her nude form, as naked as the day she had first come out of her Mommy.
The sudden cold made Regina shiver. Before it could get any worse, she was was
swiftly enveloped in a tight embrace that banished both breath and chill from
her. Dimly, she was aware that her mother was naked as well, but the
significance of it did not enter her fever-soaked mind. All she knew was the
comforting warmth of skin-on-skin contact, much needed at the moment.
Despite their mutual nakedness, and the telltale wetness marking the dark curls
between Cora's thighs, it was almost an innocent sight. Regina looked all the
world like a child taking comfort from her mother, cradled in her Mommy's lap,
with her arms around her waist. Of course, she was really too big and too old
to be doing so now, but she had always been a small girl, slight and slender,
not much heavier at all.
If Cora closed her eyes, it was as though no time had passed at all, and she
was transported back, to a moment much like this one, if far more truly
innocent in nature. Once upon a time, Regina had been a wide-eyed babe who'd
been entirely dependent on her. Even then, she'd no heart, but there had been a
tingle, an echo of a heartbeat, when her baby had been placed in her arms.
There was something like that same feeling in her now, before Regina shifted
restlessly, and soft sweet cunt brushed up against her stomach, and the spark
of love shifted into lust.
"Drink your medicine, my dear." Cora instructed, with that same strange
gentleness. It was a soft, honeyed tone that had Regina going boneless in her
arms, struck by its effect almost like a physical blow. "It will make you feel
all better."
Bleary-eyed, Regina was helpless to obey. Her lips parted instinctively, and
unusually gentle hands guided her closer, until she had a soft, dusky nipple in
her mouth. The same instinct made her suckle at it, like she was but a babe
again and this was everything she needed.
Warm milk came out, sweet on her tongue and soothing down her throat. She drank
it greedily, sucking harder, ever eager to get more, heedless even when there
was too much and some of it leaked out her mouth and ran down the sides of her
face, dripping down to her neck and beyond. Her eyes slid close as she allowed
herself to be fully charmed into the spell of safety and comfort her mother was
weaving.
She was unaware of her mother's hands waving, of the burst of magic, until she
felt a familiar hardness pressing up against her stomach. Mouth still on her
mother's breast, Regina keened in fear, memories of the last times this had
happened suddenly at the forefront of her mind.
Immediately, hands stroked at her hair and back, slow smooth strokes that had
her calming down despite herself. "Shhh… It will be alright, baby." Her mother
cooed into her ear, in a tone that bordered on sickly in its sweetness.
In her current state, Regina was oblivious to any undertones, and latched onto
the tender promise like a lifeline. Though some part of her brain urged her to
fight, to run, she ignored it, relaxing into Mommy's embrace instead. The
moment she relaxed, Cora struck.
Her mother's cock pressed slowly into her, so unlike the usual harsh and
violent motions that Regina had no frame of reference for what was happening.
It was still painful, but it was almost a muted kind of pain, as the sickness
and slowness dulled everything around her. Her mouth found her mother's breast
again, guided by a firm but careful hand, and as the milk slid down her throat,
she found her mind lulled back into the warm haze.
Slowly, the pain turned into pleasure, as a hand dipped down between her
thighs, circling and making sparks alight down her spine. It was all such
strange, unfamiliar sensation, but not at all unpleasant. Her mind was a heady,
hazy mess, so overloaded with sensations there was no room for coherent
thought. Heat curled deep in her belly. The combined warmth of mommy's milk
going into mouth before nestling in her stomach, and the cock thrusting hotly
into her, bumping against the ridges of her cervix until it was practically in
her belly made her feel practically overheated.
Despite the sick lewdness of the scenario, despite the fact that Mommy's
cockcontinued to bury itself deep inside her, there was something innocent and
childish about what she was feeling. Regina felt every bit like a small child,
safe in her mother's arms, suckling at her breasts like she used to do.
Then, Mommy came, spilling wet, white milk up into her, splashing up into her
stomach, and Regina arched, overflowing with warmth and wetness, following Cora
into her very first climax. Eyes flying open, she saw her mother fall apart
before her eyes, thrusting into her without control as she tried to go as deep
inside her daughter as she could. It was beautiful, just as much as the stars
that burst beneath her own eyelids.
That was the last the she saw, before the world went black.
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