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(The following story is a work of fiction intended for a mature audience. It depicts explicit, non-consensual, and abusive scenarios. All characters are fictional and over the age of 18.)

The Tale of the Crumpled Petal

So, bestie, you wanna know how I, Elara Finch, ended up like this? Oof, okay, spill the tea. I was 18, baby-faced AF, when I married Marcus Thorne. He was 42, iykyk, that daddy energy. We had three sons—Liam, Noah, Caleb—and our little toddler, Lily. Life was… iconic. Marcus fucked me every night, no cap, I was his youthful slut. I even played matchmaker for Liam and our neighbor’s daughter, Sienna Rossi. I’d tease them, “When are you gonna make me a grandma, Sienna? Hurry up and claim my son!” She’d blush, it was so cute.

But then… big yikes. I caught Marcus with Sienna. She was 17, still in her school skirt. He said I was “too old.” Me! Looking 18! He told me to strip. I was shook. He burned my clothes in the fireplace. Called me “Crumpled Petal” from then on. Said I was used up, discarded. The irony, period.

Aah! Sorry, Liam’s… Mmh… fucking me from behind right now. His dick is so deep. He and his brothers stopped calling me mom the second my clothes hit the flames. They just see this… Ooh, fuck! They just see this body.

So, Marcus moved Sienna into our bed. I had to beg Liam to let me sleep in his. Every night, I’d trade rough sex for his body warmth. He’d choke me, slap my tits, creampie me, and pass out with his cock still in my cunt. In the morning, he’d fuck me awake. Aaah! Like right now! Noah just slapped my face! I’m their free-use Petal.

Marcus made it my job to get pregnant, to keep my milk flowing. Everyone drinks it. My daughters, Hailey and Zoe, they twist my nipples until I scream, fill their glasses. They’re learning from my treatment. Marcus tells them to marry young, be a good slut for their man, stay youthful… Ooh, I’m cumming! Fuck, Liam, don’t stop!

Mmh mmh mmh… sorry, Caleb just shoved his cock in my mouth. Needed a drink, I guess. Let me… gulp… okay.

Where was I? Right. My mind broke. After months of their rough abuse, of being gangbanged at Marcus’s parties while he lovingly fucked Sienna… I got addicted. Now, I need it. I pull pranks. I’ll drop to my knees under the dinner table and suck Liam off while he tries to talk stocks with Marcus. He’ll slap me, drag me out, and fuck me raw as payback. I call them motherfuckers as a joke. They hate it. They slap me harder.

Marcus divorced me, out of “disgust” for fucking his sons… the ones he told me to fuck! The cognitive dissonance is wild. But Sienna… she’s kind. She got him to be my friend again. We joke now. I’ve embraced it. I’m the Crumpled Petal, the household milk cow and cock sleeve. Sienna’s pregnant with Marcus’s baby. I’m pregnant too… probably with Noah’s. We’re due around the same time. My belly’s showing, just like hers. But hers is a product of love. Mine… Ooh, God, I’m gonna cum again! Fuck me, use me, just keep filling me up!

See? This is my life now. And you… you’re next in line, aren’t you? Come on. My pussy’s always ready and lubed with their cum. Be rough. It’s all I can feel anymore.