Warning: This fic features rape
Being Basil's full time caretaker was an exhausting job, but the kind that Polly had trained for. He could be generously described as a bundle of issues masquerading as a person, and his Cluster B traits were so prominent they almost overshadowed how cute he was. But ever since she had been hired, Polly had worked very hard to make sure that he got better. Even though his friend group had been split up, and he stayed inside photographing flowers all day, she only had to intervene in a suicide attempt once, and he'd begun talking more and going out more even without prompting. Now that his Grandma was gone, and he was readying for college, Polly was happy to see that her plans were coming to fruition.
Basil relaxed on the couch watching TV, looking over the pictures he had taken that day, unaware of how Polly was watching him from the table as she ate lunch.
Oh, how much he had grown. He was almost a functioning adult at this point! She smiled while prodding at a piece of asparagus with her fork. The years didn't seem so long in a moment like this, and part of her could still see the scared, lonely little boy she had been asked to take care of at first.
"Hey, Polly, do you want to see some of these pictures?" Basil asked as he looked over at her.
Polly smiled widely. "Of course I would, come over here and show me~"
The boy excitedly got up and ran over, getting his favorites ready to show her, all printed out and ready. He laid them out on the table for her to see, and watched her expectantly.
Polly looked them over and smiled even as she internally sneered. More shitty black and whites of his mediocre flower collection, how artistic. She would've thrown those useless flowers out years ago if she wasn't afraid he'd kill himself over it, pussy that he was. "They're very nice, I especially enjoy the carnations."
"I know! They're so pretty! Thank you for getting them for me!" Basil said as he gave her a warm smile.
Polly squeezed his hand. "So, Basil, I meant to ask you, have you spoken to your parents recently?"
Basil's smile fell a bit. "Ah…not really, no. Have you heard from them?"
"No," Polly feigned sadness. Her paycheck came automatically, but they didn't care enough about Basil to ever check in. The whole reason Polly was here was because the only thing that mattered in their lives was whatever shitty jobs kept them cooped up in the city all the time. Basil was a trust fund and a monthly payment to his full-time babysitter, Grandma was an insurance payment on the monthly, and to Polly, that was more than fine. It meant that nobody cared about Basil…other than his friends. "What about Sunny? Or Aubrey?"
The boy brightened up again. "Oh! We're hanging out tomorrow, I forgot to tell you. I'm so excited!"
Polly's internal smile grew even wider. An entire day to set up what she had been planning for years? Her cunt was soaked just thinking about it. "Oh, what are you doing together?"
"We're going to just have a picnic and relax together. I want to show them these pictures, too!" He said happily.
She couldn't even stop herself from shifting in her seat. "When will you be gone~?"
"After lunch."
"And when will you be getting back?"
"Ummm…not sure. I'll try to make it back before dinner, if that's okay?"
"You can stay out as long as you like~" Polly reassured him as she, quite visibly, began panting a little.
"Are…are you okay?" Basil asked as he frowned.
Polly caught herself and stood up. "Sorry uh…a bit too much pepper in my meal!"
"O-oh, okay!" Basil said. "I'm gonna get back to organizing, then." He gathered up his photos and moved back to the couch.
Polly excused herself to her own bedroom, where she immediately threw off her clothes and threw herself onto the bed, frantically rubbing her wet pussy while muttering to herself. "Finally…finally! I'm going to fucking destroy you~"
The next day, Basil whistled to himself as he walked up to the door, the sun having begun its descent hours ago. He'd had a great time with his friends and they'd loved his pictures, just as he'd hoped. Now that he was home, he was ready to eat, and so opened the door and stepped inside. He was surprised to find the room was…dark. The curtains were drawn and the only light in the room was some fancy-looking candles on the floor. As the door closed behind him, he looked around. "Umm…P-Polly?"
"Basil~" Polly slurred as she came around the corner, completely naked, holding a bottle of the expensive wine kept in his grandma's cupboard in one hand and a pair of handcuffs in the other.
"AHHHHHHH!" Basil shouted as he quickly covered his eyes, his face red. "P-POLLY! Y-YOU'RE…YOU'RE…!"
"Naked~? I know, I've been masturbating in your bed~" she told him with a slight slur to her words as she walked across the floor towards him. "Four rounds and I still don't feel sore," she continued before taking a long swig from the bottle, evidently emptying it before letting it fall to the floor. "I'm sure your bedsheets smell like me now~"
"Y-you should…go to bed! Yeah! Or…put some clothes on! Please!" Basil said as he started backing up.
Polly lunged forward and snapped the handcuffs around his wrist, attaching it to her own before pulling him back into a hug that sandwiched his face between her breasts. "Oh Basil, I don't think either of us will be sleeping all night~"
"P-POLLY?! WHAT ARE YOU—MMMFF!" He cried as he suddenly felt her soft breasts on his face, and got an instant erection so strong it hurt as his face burned, and he struggled to breathe. He tried to push against her, but that only made him feel more embarrassed touching her bare skin.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted this, Basil~" she told him as she only smothered him even harder. "The only thing I'll regret is I didn't do any of this when you were still so young~"
The boy wasn't sure what she was talking about as he continued to struggle, pulling his nose free so he could breathe as his voice was still muffled.
Polly finally let him go, letting him fall to the floor so he was eye-level with her pussy even as his arm was held in the air by its connection to her wrist. "I wanted to make you mine from the moment I laid eyes on you Basil, and now I can~!"
"P-PLEASE STOP!" He cried as he tried not to look. "LET ME GO!"
Polly suddenly frowned and looked down at him. "What do you mean?"
He pulled on the handcuffs. "FREE ME! We can still forget this ever happened! I promise I haven't been looking! JUST LET ME GO!" He begged.
She sighed and grabbed his hair. "I don't think you get it, I own you, you've been mine since the moment your parents abandoned you and left you here in my care. You can be happy like this, or I'll just have to make you happy~"
"M-my parents haven't abandoned me! They're just busy! What are you talking about?!"
"Heh, you really think that? They never visit, they never call, and you still think they care about you? If you went missing, how long would it be until they came back to check up on you?"
"SH-SHUT UP!" He shouted, and continued to uselessly pull on the handcuffs.
Polly crouched down and grabbed his hair, forcing him to look into her eyes as she smiled. "I wouldn't mind, y'know. I'd etherize your cute little body and shove an iron rod in your cock so I can use you however I want, would you like that~?"
"H-huh?!" Basil asked, not really fully comprehending what she was saying.
"I'll kill you, is what I mean. Would you like to see if I'm lying?"
"You…but…h-huh?" Basil began to tremble violently, tears forming in his eyes. "Y-you…"
"Take off your pants for me, will you~?" Polly asked with a tone of sudden pleasantness, the same kind she used to praise his garden, or his photography.
He simply stared at her as he continued to tremble, his body not wanting to listen.
"Didn't you hear me? I've waited years for this, so I won't be patient. Take your pants off, or maybe I'll start with setting your garden on fire~"
He shook his head quickly as he reached down and started unbuttoning his shorts as the tears rolled down his cheeks. He quickly dropped them to his ankles and stepped out of them, his hands moving to cover the tent in his boxers.
Polly moved close enough to his face that he could smell the alcohol on her breath as her free hand moved down to start rubbing his hand, forcing him to stimulate himself through his boxers. "I can hear you masturbate, y'know, these walls are thin, so every night, I can hear those adorable little moans from you~"
"I…I don't…ahhhh~!" Basil cried out as his face burned even hotter.
"Of course you do, I've heard it every night for years now~" Polly continued as his hand fell away, leaving her to rub his growing yet still seemingly small cock through his boxers. "Do you know how cute you sound? I couldn't think of anyone but you when I touched myself~"
"Wh-why…are you doing this?" He asked through a sniffle.
"Because I love you, Basil~" she purred into his ear. "And you'll be mine, no matter what, okay~?"
"I…don't…wanna…"
Polly suddenly jerked down his boxers, letting his petite dick out and audibly tearing them a bit with her force. "I don't care, it's not your decision to make~"
He quickly covered himself as he sobbed. "P-please, don't-!"
Polly felt a little bit of the joy fade away, and so she stood up, and as she began walking, she started dragging Basil behind her.
"Wh-where are you…we, going?"
"To your room," Polly calmly informed him.
"Oh…" Basil said sadly.
Polly dragged him inside before letting him stare at the mess made on the floor and at his desk. Pots had been overturned and plants were scattered throughout the floor.
Basil looked at the mess in horror, as if he was staring at a murder scene, and dropped to his knees as the tears came even harder.
"I figured you'd act like a little bitch about it, so I did this. You think I should go out into the garden too?"
"P-please…n-no…" He said as he put his hands to his face and cried loudly, his body wracking from his sobs.
"I'd love to buy you new ones, I'd love to see you happy, but you know what that costs from you, right~?"
"N-no…what…do you want?"
Polly picked Basil up and dropped him on the bed before climbing over him, his entire body dwarfed by her as she smiled. "I want you to be mine, forever and ever~"
Basil wasn't sure how to answer so he just stared at her in horror, wondering how she could've made what seemed like such a sudden personality change.
"We can even get married, and no one else would have to know~"
"W-was it all a lie?" He suddenly asked.
Polly suddenly seemed genuinely concerned. "What do you mean?'
"This…isn't like you. So either…this isn't normal or…you've been lying to me, the entire time, right?" He asked, still crying.
"Oh Basil, I haven't lied, I've just been patient. I've loved you since the moment we've met, and now that there's no one in the way, I can show you how I've really felt~"
"I DON'T WANT IT!" He screamed as he kicked her in the stomach as best he could, though it seemed to do almost nothing to the girl.
Polly frowned and scoffed. "Kids are so weird, until they get laid that is~" she 'assured' him as she wrenched one of his legs back and began positioning herself over his cock.
"NOOOOO!" He screamed as he continued to try and fight back, pushing and screaming and thrashing and kicking.
Polly's frustration mounted as she tried to find the right angle to push him into her from. "God, I should've drugged you like I originally wanted to. Still, you're kind of cute like this~"
"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!" He cried, losing it now as he tried to keep her from raping him.
Finally Polly temporarily gave up, raising her fist in the air and bringing it down on his chest in a sudden outburst of brutality.
"AKKKK!" He exclaimed, before descending into a coughing fit.
Hammering blow after hammering blow was sent into Basil's chest and stomach as Polly suddenly seemed to change gears entirely. "Ungrateful little slut, I take care of you for years and this is how you repay me!?"
The boy sputtered, coughed, and wheezed as he gasped for air, grabbing at Polly's body in a silent plea for her to stop.
She did, but only after one blow to the neck that seemed to stop time for him for just a few moments, locking his body in pure agony and a feeling of complete helplessness. "You're mine, Basil, all mine! And if you don't do what I say, I'll…I'll burn all of those nice photo albums you have!"
Basil's eyes widened in pure horror as he gasped for more air, and shook his head frantically.
"You don't want that, do you? You'd rather stay in your room all day with that stupid fucking camera instead of being with me, wouldn't you!?"
"I…please…I'll…do whatever…"
To his shock Polly seemed to be crying as she suddenly leaned down and kissed him on the lips, forcing her tongue in his mouth and laying down on him as she did so.
The boy basically sat there frozen as she violated his mouth, unsure of what to do as he felt her tongue inside him.
The kiss was awkward and, for Basil, easily the most disgusting experience of his life, but Polly leaned into it as physically and emotionally as she could; some kind of twisted reward for what had, until now, been a night that had gone completely against her plan.
The boy could also feel her chest against his, and how her breasts squished against his skin, and he only shivered more. Annoyingly, his dick poked her belly as the kiss continued.
When Polly finally pulled away, a line of spit connecting their lips, she was weeping so pathetically and intensely that Basil was almost more disgusted than when she was trying to rape him. "I just…need you…I love you so much, Basil, sweetie..."
"You…are…" Basil caught himself, figuring insulting her was probably not the best action right now.
As she cried she suddenly grabbed his shoulders and sat on his lap, his cock poking against her ass while she pathetically rambled. "I'll make you so happy, just let me, let me!"
Polly let out a whimper as she lowered herself onto his cock, taking his virginity as her entire body shuddered. "You feel so good~"
Basil couldn't help but let out a moan as he felt himself slide into her wet folds, her inner walls clenching tightly around his head.
"I love you, I love you," Polly repeated with every bounce of her body onto his, her breasts waving in front of his face as she repeatedly violated him.
"P-Polly…I-I don't want this!" He continued to protest even as he felt the pleasure coursing through his body. Both sight and sensation overwhelmed him as he felt dizzy.
Her hands moved up from his chest to cup his face, affectionately stroking his cheeks. "Of course you do~"
"Why won't you listen to me?!" He cried as the tears stung his eyes. "LET ME GO!" He thrashed, trying to make it as annoying for her as possible.
Suddenly both of her hands wrapped themselves around his throat, squeezing it as she repeated herself. "Of course you want it~"
"P-Polly! Akkk!!" He grabbed at her hands to try and pry them away as his breathing was suddenly cut off.
Polly hilted his cock inside of her and started grinding against his pelvis as she giggled a little. "You look so cute like this, Basil, so weak~"
All the boy could continue to do was grab at her, trying to pull her away as he was no longer able to speak. He tried to meet her eyes, but that did nothing either. In a last attempt for control, he reached up and slapped her as hard as he possibly could.
The stinging in her cheek was almost negligible as she orgasmed onto his lap, letting out a long moan as she closed her eyes and squeezed his throat as much as she could.
The boy could feel his consciousness fading, his vision turning black as the arousal he'd previously felt began to flood out of his body.
Polly let go before he could fully pass out, falling backwards onto the bed and letting out a long exhale as, finally, for a moment, there was peace in the room.
The boy gasped and coughed as the air flooded back, and the dizziness returned. He quickly tried to crawl away, only to fall off the side of the couch, his arm raising above his head as his face hit the side of the bed, still handcuffed.
Polly giggled a bit. "That was the most fun I've had in years~"
Basil simply shivered as he sat on the floor, in fear of the fact he'd almost died.
Polly rolled over and used her free hand to start stroking his head, running her fingers through the hair as she began to hiccup. "I lov-HURK-you, Bashil~"
"Please…don't touch me."
"Y-you'll learn to HICK love me~" Polly assured the boy as her voice grew progressively sleepier. "I know you will..."
The boy continued to tremble as he tried to pull himself as far away from her as he could.
Eventually he could hear a gentle snore, and he turned around to see that Polly had completely fallen asleep.
Finally, for the first time that night, he was able to let out a sigh of relief. He looked over at the handcuffs still on him, though, and knew he wasn't going to be getting much sleep.