The Dollhouse

"So do you guys do anything special for Halloween?" Hannah asked Becky as they worked in the kitchen, cleaning dishes together.

"Last year, we just watched scary movies and played with ourselves," Becky said. "It was kind of like a drinking game. Every time a girl trips running from the killer, you have to turn your vibrator on until she got away or got killed -- that kind of thing."

"So you masturbated to horror and gore?" Hannah asked. "That doesn't sound like the kind of therapy session Amelia would put together."

"Ha! No," Becky admitted. "There weren't that many of us last year, so we just kind of made our own game up after Amelia went to bed. Apparently the British aren't as into Halloween as we bloody Yanks are."

"Well, we should do something this year. I'll talk to John about it. I mean just imagine all of us dressed up in really slutty costumes, parading around, making John so hard that he can't stand it and has to fuck us -- practically raping us in front of each other." Hannah sighed.

"God, you're really hung up on the rape fantasy, aren't you?" Becky teased, handing her a clean dish to dry.

"I guess," Hannah admitted. "I love it when you're rough with me, shoving that dildo down my throat, calling me names."

"That's not what rape is like," Becky told her.

"I know," Hannah, admitted. "I just... I think I want to be used, you know? Like to have a man -- Daddy specifically -- take my body and use it for his own pleasure and just not give a fuck about whether I even enjoy it or not."

Becky leaned over and kissed Hannah.

"I love how depraved you are. And, trust me, I totally get that. God, when he humiliates me in front of you guys -- nothing makes me wetter."

"Were you raped?" Hannah asked.

The question hung in the air as Becky slowly ran her sponge around a dish that was already clean. The sound of the water dripping off the plate was the only thing that filled the room.

"I'm sorry," Hannah blurted out. "That was -- how could I be so insensitive? Becky, please, I..."

"Kind of," Becky said, turning to Hannah.

"Do you want to talk about it? You don't have to, but..."

"I was asking for it," Becky said.

Hannah frowned and got ready to argue that no girl is ever asking for it, regardless of what a man might say.

"At least that's what uncle Bill told me," Becky blurted. "I mean, I definitely teased him. A lot. I wanted to be -- pretty? Noticed? Something. He definitely noticed."

"I read your file, but I..." Hannah cleared her throat. "I wasn't sure whether what you did with him -- what he made you do -- whether you felt like any of it was consensual or not."

Becky shook her head. "Mostly not. But..." Becky dropped the clean dish back into the sudsy water. "I still like it sometimes. Most of the time. But not all of it."

Hannah put her hand on Becky's shoulder. "It's okay," she told the girl.

"I know. I really do. So, to answer your question: yes, I was raped. And yeah, I liked it sometimes. Not the first time. I hated that he made me cum. And I came so hard. It was the first time a dick was inside me, and... he was thrusting so hard, holding me by my hair, telling me what a dumb bitch I was... while his friends looked on, stroking their cocks. They came all over my face as my uncle fucked me from behind, telling me that I belonged to him now. It was a business meeting, for fuck sake. I was just there to serve drinks."

Hannah let out a heavy sigh. "Wow."

"I know," Becky said. "God, I'm wet thinking about it. I loved it, Hannah, I really did. I... I know that Mommy wants us to find ourselves and come to terms with shit and everything and like live fulfilling lives. But I just want to be somebody's fucktoy. I want to be used."

Hannah reached up and tucked Becky's hair behind her ear and leaned in and kissed the girl. When she pulled away, she saw the tears leaking down the girl's cheeks, and she licked them up.

"Daddy will use you. You know he will," Hannah told her.

"I want more," Becky told her. "I want to be used by strangers. I want men to violate me, cum in me, leave me and go back to their wives and girlfriends."

"Have you told Amelia this?" Hannah asked.

"No. I think she senses some of it," Becky admitted. "But how do you tell your Mommy -- who loves you so much -- that you want to be a whore when you grow up?"

"Fuck," Hannah sighed.

"Don't tell anyone," Becky begged. "Please." More tears fell from her eyes.

"Okay," Hannah whispered, and she leaned in and kissed Becky again. "I promise."

"Will you fuck me?" Becky asked her?

"Of course," Hannah replied.

"With a cucumber or something? I want to feel really fucked and used up when you're done."

"I love you, Becky," Hannah said, reaching for the pile of vegetables on the table.

"I know. But fuck me like you hate me. I want to feel kind of worthless right now."

Becky turned away from Hannah, bent over the table, and raised her skirt.

"I will," Hannah whispered.

"But..." Becky said, turning and looking at Hannah over her shoulder, "thank you for loving me. I don't think I deserve it sometimes."

Hannah smiled.

"Shut up and turn around, bitch," Hannah whispered. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of your little pussy with this cucumber. And then you're going to chop it up and put it in the salad and watch your sister's eat your shameful cunt slime for dinner tonight."

"Oh, shit," Becky whimpered, turning to face away from Hannah to take her fucking. She felt the cold vegetable push roughly against her wet labia. Hannah grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head up while she shoved the thing into her cunt.

Becky smiled as she imagined giving her body over to her rapist.

---

"I've arranged for a special treat this weekend," Amelia told John. "I know the girls were disappointed last Halloween when we didn't throw a party. I want to make up for it this year."

"That's nice, Amelia," John said, looking up from the charts on his desk to see the glint in Amelia's eye.

"The senator will be joining us," Amelia said, the look on her face sobering for a moment.

"Oh?" John replied. He hadn't seen Sharon since before Amelia hired him. He had fucked the senator. She'd been wearing a schoolgirl outfit. He'd fucked her bald pussy while she called him Daddy and begged him to fuck her harder.

"You remember her fondly, I see," Amelia remarked at the blush in John's cheeks.

"Last time I saw her, I came inside her."

"Yes, she told me all about it, John. That's why you're here," Amelia smiled at him.

"I'm so glad I'm here, Amelia," he said, getting up to come sit on the edge of her desk.

Amelia ran her hand up his thigh until she found the bulge at his crotch and started stroking him.

"She's going to want to fuck you again, I'm sure," Amelia said.

"I won't fuck her if you don't want me to," John replied.

"Listen to me very carefully," Amelia said, squeezing John's dick rather harshly as she stood up and looked him in the eye. "You will do whatever Senator Sharon Rose asks, do you understand?"

"Amelia?" John balked, trying to resist pulling away from her talon-like grip on his member.

"Promise me, John," Amelia said. "Unless she asks you to harm the girls, you will do whatever she wants."

"But what if she wants to harm you?" John asked.

Amelia let go of his cock.

"Why would you think she'd want that?" she asked, straightening up and brushing the wrinkles out of her skirt.

"I can tell there's some sort of rivalry between you two," John remarked, wincing.

"As usual, you are quite astute, Darling," Amelia replied. "She loves to belittle me and put me down, to remind me that without her, this place would not exist. And she's right. So I let her. I don't doubt that I will bear the brunt of her abuse when she comes. And she know better than to cross me when it comes to the safety of the girls. So when she asks you to spit in my face and call me a stupid whore, John, I want you to do it without question. If she asks you to slap me, to spank my pussy with a riding crop, to fuck me in the ass without any lubrication, I want to be sure that you won't hesitate."

"Oh, god, Amelia," John said, reaching up and stroking his lover's cheek. "You care about these girls so much."

He pulled her mouth to his and felt her trembling when he did. He wrapped his arms around her.

"Promise me, John," Amelia said into his shoulder, sobbing.

"I promise, Darling," he told her. "And I promise to give you the sweetest aftercare when she's gone."

"I love you," Amelia sobbed.

"You're frightened, aren't you?" John asked. He felt her nod as he held her against him.

"Don't worry, Amelia," he whispered into her hair. "I will help you protect the girls. After all, they're my Daughters too."

Amelia looked up at him.

"Make love to me, John. I want you to fuck me the way you fuck Madison."

John smiled at her and wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"I don't love her more than you," he said.

"Rubbish," Amelia replied with a chuckle. "We all know you love her more than the rest of us."

John opened his mouth to protest, but Amelia put her finger over his lips.

"And we love watching how much you love her. None of us are jealous," she explained. "But right now, I want you to fuck me like you're my Daddy, protecting me with your love, showing me your love as you fuck me."

John leaned in to kiss Amelia. He could feel her trembling still, and it stirred something inside of him. It tugged at his heart strings. He really did love her, and she seemed so vulnerable, like a child right now.

"I love you, Amelia," he whispered.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she whispered back.

John cradled the back of her head in his hands and kissed her as she reached down and unzipped his slacks. Her shaking hands reached inside of his pants and felt the warmth of his member.

"God, you're the perfect size," she sighed, as she closed her fingers around him. "So meaty and large. I love your dick, Daddy," she told him.

"Take your panties off for Daddy," he replied. "I want to put my big cock inside my sweet darling's pussy."

"Are you going to fuck me, Daddy?" she asked, getting into the age play. "It's so big. Will it hurt me?"

"It might, Baby," he replied softly. "But I'll be gentle."

"You can hurt me if you want to, Daddy," she said, reaching under her skirt and pushing her panties to her ankles. "I can take it like a big girl." She stood up and lifted her skirt, revealing her pussy to him.

"I'm sure you can, sweetie," he replied, taking his dick in his hand and rubbing it up and down her labia.

"Do it, Daddy," she sighed. "I want to feel your whole thing inside of me."

"I will, Baby," he replied.

"I love it when you call me that, Daddy. I want to always be your Baby."

John realized that she was thinking of her own father right now. Strangely, it didn't make him feel jealous. He loved that she idolized her father so -- especially that she had such a strong romantic and sexual connection with him. But the woman before him was lost in her imagination, she was not with him. He was a conduit for her emotional connection to another man. He was a tool she was using. The thought made his dick even harder.

"You'll always be my Baby," he said, kissing her.

"Cum in me, Daddy, and tell me how much you love me," she said.

"Amelia, Baby," he moaned, sinking his cock into her warm, wet cunt. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, John," she moaned.

He looked up to see her looking him in the eyes. She was there, fully present, taking him, receiving him, dripping on him.

"I love fucking you, Amelia," he told her, grateful that she had returned to him.

"Your dick is so incredible, John, you're so much bigger than my father that I couldn't stay in my fantasy. I had to come back to you."

He kissed her. As his dick moved in and out of her, he held her and made love to her. She wrapped her legs around him, moaning, writhing as she offered herself to him.

"I'm so in love with you," she sighed when they broke their kiss. "Sometimes I want to have your baby, John."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh, yesssss," he sighed in response. "God, I would love to make a child with you, but..."

"But what, Darling?" she asked, fucking him back.

"It's just... I always thought that if you wanted a child that you'd want it to be your father's," he replied.

"Mmmmmm," she smiled. "God, to give birth to a child that's my own sister," she purred. "And yes, I love my father and would love to give him babies, but.I don't think he wants to be a father to any more infants."

"I do," John said, as he quickened his pace inside Amelia's pussy.

"Quite impossible at the moment," Amelia replied, "but I'll tell Jillian to stop my depo shots," she crooned, rubbing her fingers through John's hair. "I want to have your child, John. You don't have to marry me. You don't even have to stay. But I would love to have a baby that was part you. You're an incredible man."

John's eyes filled with tears. "I love you so much, Amelia. Let's do this. Stop your birth control. Have my baby. I want to watch your belly swell up with our child. I want to hold your hand and wipe your brow as you labor to bring our offspring into this world."

"Oh, John," Amelia moaned. "Yes, Love! Yes!"

He hammered away inside of her, fucking her with all of his love and yearning.

"And when she's the right age," Amelia moaned, "I'll teach her how to make love to her Daddy."

John came suddenly inside of her. He was shocked by the intensity of his orgasm. His body convulsed as he spewed his seed into her. His dick throbbed in her pussy, coating her inside with his essence. Feeling the warm gushing inside, Amelia arched her back as her own climax built.

"I want to watch you cum in our daughter's mouth," she said, and then she was there. Her walls gripped him, milking him, sucking the sperm from him, drawing it up, deeper into her womb as if it could be fertilized already.

They held each other, gripping so tightly as their bodies continued to spasm and quake.

"Holy fuck, Amelia," he said, when he could finally breathe again.

"Oh, John," she sighed. "I want it so badly."

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"Nothing would make me happier than to see you make love to our child," she purred.

"What if it's a boy?" he asked.

"Then you can watch as I teach him to make love to a woman. Just imagine tasting your son's cum inside his mother's cunt."

"God, I love you!" John gasped, and he pulled her mouth to his and kissed her until he almost passed out from a lack of air.

---

Becky gasped at size of the cucumber Hannah shoved into her. It stretched her, threatening to damage her. She felt vulnerable. Hannah's hand pushed down on her back, trapping her, restraining her. Then she pulled the cucumber back and thrust it in again. Becky whimpered at the pain.

"You like that, bitch?" Hannah asked in what she hoped was a threatening voice.

Becky moaned.

Hannah grabbed Becky by the hair and pulled her head up.

"I asked you a question, slut," she growled.

"Fuck yes," Becky cried. Tears spilled down her cheeks. "It hurts so much, but I love it."

Hannah pushed Becky's head down and started assaulting the girl's cunt with the vegetable. The table rocked under the force of Hannah's thrusts. Becky's sobs were interspersed with moans, until all of the sudden she gasped, taking in a quick breath of air and holding it. Hannah knew that Becky was about to cum.

"Don't you dare cum without my permission, you slut," Hannah told her.

"Please," Becky gasped, trying not to let her breath out, waiting for the electric crash.

"What?" Hannah prompted.

"Please," Becky cried, letting her breath out. "I want to cum for you. I want you to see how my stupid pussy loves your abuse."

Hannah shoved the cucumber deeper.

"Do it," she growled. "Show me.

She fucked Becky hard, pistoning the vegetable in and out of the girl's cunt until...

"AAAaaaaagghGGGHHGHH," Becky cried, shuddering under the force of her climax.

Hannah pulled the cucumber out of Becky and threw it down on the table next to her head.

"You had your cum. Now chop that up and put it in the salad. And don't you dare wash it or lick it. I want the girls to taste your desperate pussy juice on it, you dumb bitch."

"God, I love you," Becky whimpered.

Hannah smiled behind the girl, but she merely said, "Get to work, cunt."

---

When the doorbell rang on All Hallows Evening, the girls squealed with delight. They had been looking forward to the senator's visit ever since Amelia had told them. Hannah had bought decorations, and the girls had worked hard to get the great room ready. A cauldron of punch was bubbling as fog poured over its edge and drifted down the table in ghostly wisps. Cobwebs adorned every corner. The only thing that was wanting was the costumes. And now they were here. Hannah opened the door and welcomed the senator in.

When Sharon Rose walked in, she commanded the room. Her poise, in a fitted blouse that accented her C-cup breasts amazingly and a pin-striped skirt that hugged her hips and thighs like a second skin, was commanding. She was shorter than any of the girls imagined, but her stature was greater than her physical height. Of course, the five-inch, black, patent leather, stiletto pumps added to the stature as well.

Sharon had a garment bag over her shoulder that looked to be stuffed with quite a few items. As she handed it to Hannah, she looked the girl up and down. She raised an eyebrow and commented, "Yes, I can see why John made sure to bring you here."

Hannah felt her pussy moisten as the woman drank her in. "Thank you," she whispered, and she rushed over to set the garment bag on the table, but in truth, she needed to get out from under the woman's intense gaze for fear of blushing.

"Sharon, my love," Amelia said, reaching out to the senator and kissing her squarely on the lips. The girls watched in awe as their Mommy kissed this beautiful woman passionately.

Tansy payed close attention to the way John watched Sharon. "She's blonde," she whispered to herself, glad to see that you didn't have to have dark brown hair to keep John's attention.

"Mmmmmmmm," Sharon crooned when Amelia broke their kiss. "It's good to see you again, too, Amelia."

Sharon looked around the room at the girls, all dressed in their schoolgirl outfits. Madison felt herself blush when Sharon's eyes went down to her legs and then back up.

"Well, I brought costumes for the girls to wear for this Halloween party, but I see you've already got everyone dressed up, and the theme is..." She looked Tansy up and down, making the girl feel wet. "...slutty, little schoolgirls. My favorite."

Amelia chuckled. John could sense there was something insincere in it.

"Well, we do run a little school here, you know," Amelia said, laying her hand on Sharon's arm. "Besides, when you told me how much John liked you in a schoolgirl outfit, I thought it might be a nice to tantalize him."

Sharon made eye contact with John and held it. He felt his dick swell. There was something incredibly powerful about the lust in Sharon's eyes. He remembered seeing her across the room at her club and instantly knowing that she was the one he wanted to fuck that night. Maybe he'd thought that because she'd wanted him to. He could understand more now about Amelia's concerns about Sharon.

"I'm sure it works," Sharon said to Amelia, keeping her eyes on John a moment longer. "So these aren't the costumes for tonight?" She asked, turning to face Amelia.

"No, Love," Amelia replied, "merely their everyday uniforms."

"Good, then I didn't waste my time buying these." Sharon turned to unzip the garment bag lying on the table and pulled out the first costume. "An angel," she said, turning around and holding it up to her own body. It was obviously a child's costume, and Abby clapped her hands and ran forward.

"How did you know?" Abby asked, jumping up and down in front of the senator.

"Oh, I know lots of things," Sharon replied, handing the costume to Abby.

Abby hugged it to her chest, spinning around.

Sharon pulled out a Snow White costume and held it out to Madison. "This looks like your size," she said. "And after all, I hear that you're somebody's little princess."

Madison rushed forward, but felt suddenly shy when she stood before the senator. She held her hands behind her back and dropped her head, looking up at the woman through her eyelashes. Sharon held it out to her, and Madison snatched it and rushed away.

Sharon pulled the rest of the costumes out for the girls. Julie got Strawberry Shortcake. Penelope got Little Red Riding Hood. Tansy received Cinderella. Becky swooned over her French maid.

"I didn't forget our newest staff member," Sharon said to Hannah, handing her a Dorothy costume.

"Does that mean you've thought of all of the staff members?" Amelia asked.

Sharon winked at her and pulled out a tattered witch costume. "Because you're so deliciously wicked," she said, handing it to Amelia.

"But I'm afraid I didn't bring much for you, John," Sharon said, holding out a dog collar, a leash, and a cockring.

"Oh my god!" Becky said, imagining John dressed as a slave.

John stepped forward and reached out his hand, but Sharon snatched it away. "Not so fast," she said. She set the items down on the table behind her. "Take off your clothes, John. I want to see your body again."

The girls all gasped. They rarely saw John in anything but his suit, and while they loved being fucked by a gorgeous man in a nicely tailored suit, they each secretly lusted over the possibility of seeing his naked body on display for them.

John looked Sharon in the eye as he loosened his tie. Tansy whistled at him. Bit by bit, John peeled his clothes off in front of Sharon as Amelia, Hannah, and the girls watched. He felt so objectified as every eye watched him push his pants down to his ankles. He hooked his thumbs into his boxer waistband, and his swollen cock sprang forth, eliciting a few moans from the girls, especially Hannah.

Sharon turned to Hannah who was standing next to her. "Would you be so kind as to take John's clothes from him?"

Hannah nodded and knelt down to pick up the pile of clothing at John's feet. She looked up to see his cock and balls just above her head.

"No touching," Sharon warned, seeing the lust in Hannah's eyes. Hannah nodded and took the clothes away.

"Now get on your knees, John," Sharon told him.

John knelt before the senator.

"Tonight you'll be dressed as my slave," she said, ripping her blouse open to reveal a black and red corset. She ripped her skirt away as well, revealing a garter belt holding up her thigh-high stockings. "Do you submit yourself for my pleasure?" she asked.

John nodded.

"Speak up, bitch," Sharon ordered John.

"Yes, ma'am," John replied quietly.

"Lick my shoes," Sharon told him.

John leaned over her shiny pumps and began to lick. His dick was so swollen that it hurt. He hadn't played the role of a submissive in a while, and he'd forgotten how much he loved being degraded. He felt so exposed and inferior as he lovingly licked the senator's shoes.

"That's good," Sharon said, and she grabbed John by the hair and pulled him back up to an upright kneeling posture.

Sharon held the black collar out before John's face. "Your body belongs to me tonight," she said. "And so does your soul. You will do anything I say."

"Yes, ma'am," John nodded, feeling the pre-cum dribbling out of his dick onto the floor.

Amelia stepped up and laid a hand on Sharon's arm. "With one caveat," Amelia said. "No harm will come to the girls."

Amelia held Sharon's gaze to make sure that the senator understood the ferocity behind her eyes. Sharon nodded, and Amelia stepped back and watched as Sharon put the collar around John's neck. He looked up at her, and she slapped his face.

"Don't look at me, you piece of filth," Sharon said.

John dropped his head in submission. As Becky watched, she realized her pussy was drenched.

---

Hannah helped the girls do their makeup and get dressed in their costumes. She was amazed that Sharon had found such slutty costumes in such small sizes. While Abby's angel costume was definitely the most tame, it still came with a pair of sheer white stockings -- not leotards, but actual stockings -- and a pair of white, patent leather Mary Janes with kitten heels. The girl looked absolutely divine as her golden locks spilled down around her shoulders.

Madison's Snow White costume had an incredibly short yellow skirt, trimmed in red lace. The bodice was very low cut, showing the tops of the soft gently developing buds of her breasts. Her white, thigh-high stockings were topped with pretty, red bows, and there were a couple of inches of heel on her black, patent leather Mary Janes. Hannah made sure that Madison had a deep red lipstick on her full and pouty mouth to enhance the look and stand out with Madison's own dark brown hair and pale skin.

Julie's Strawberry Shortcake outfit was pretty much a pink gingham bodice with a skirt attached. The apron over the skirt had strawberries appliqued at the corners, and the pink cap topped it off. The skirt didn't quite make it down to the middle of her slender thighs, and the lace under the skirt helped it to bell out, adding some shape to her otherwise boyish body. Her thigh-highs had horizontal green and white stripes and were topped with strawberries instead of bows. Her Mary Janes were red instead of black. Hannah told her how lucky she was to have her own natural red hair to complete the costume as she shadowed the girl's eyelids and rouged her cheeks.

Penelope's Red Riding Hood costume was composed of a black dirndl over a white blouse her B-cup breasts just barely filled out. The red cape and hood matched the red skirt that fell from her waist. Her stockings were sheer black and topped with black lace where they ended on her thighs just above the hem of her skirt. Instead of Mary Janes, the senator had provided black knee-high boots with a three-inch heel that laced up the front. Penelope felt her pussy getting creamy as she looked the boots over. Hannah gave her smoky eye-shadow and lips to match her hood. "If I were a wolf, I would totally eat you up," Hannah told her.

Tansy swooned over her pale blue Cinderella costume. The poufy sleeves were designed to hang off her shoulders, Hannah pointed out, to show off her skin. The skirt was shorter than the other girls', plus Tansy had longer legs than most, so her long, slender thighs were quite visible under the frilly skirt. The satin finish of the material felt incredible on her skin, and Hannah pointed out that she had gloves of the same material to wear. Her costume did not have any stockings, "the better to show off your gorgeous gams," Hannah pointed out, and her Mary Janes were silver, "because glass is just impractical at a party," and had two straps instead of one. A black, velvet choker graced her neck, and a silver tiara studded with rhinestones topped her golden locks that Hannah had tucked up into a bun that was tastefully messy, "like you've been dancing all night with a prince and haven't had a chance to tidy up."

Becky's body looked incredible in her French maid's costume. The low-cut bodice showed off her C-cup breasts, pushing them up and making them even more prominent than they usually were. Her skirt was so short that if it weren't for the lace underneath, you would definitely be able to see the globes of her ass peeking out beneath the white lace trim. Her thigh-highs were sheer black and patterned with small white polka dots and topped with white lace trim on her thighs. She loved the interplay of black and white in her costume including the little white bows atop the vamps of her black double-strap mary jane pumps.

"God, I feel so fuckable in this," she said as Hannah pulled her hair up and tucked it under her white lacy headband, leaving a few locks to dangle down on either side of her face.

"You look as fuckable as you feel, trust me," Hannah replied as she helped Beck with the black choker. "And this white bow on back is going to bounce so daintily while Daddy ravages your ass."

"I bet we don't even get to fuck Daddy tonight," Becky said, putting on her lip gloss.

"Why do you say that?" Hannah asked, pushing her tits together as she primped herself in the mirror, trying to milk the most out of her sexy Dorothy Gale costume.

"Because the senator is such a jealous woman. Did you see her costume and Daddy's? She's a dominatrix, and he's a slave. She's going to make him serve her all night, and we won't get any of his delicious cock."

"God, now I'm sad," Hannah replied. "And my ruby, ankle-strap Mary Janes even sparkle. What if I click my heels together and say, 'There's no place like Daddy's cock' three times?"

When the girls came out into the great room after getting ready, they found Amelia in her wicked witch costume. Her skirt was definitely longer than any of theirs, coming down to her knees in ragged, black shreds. In fact, she looked far more "clothed" than anyone there, with full-length sleeves (which were also ragged) and a top that covered her shoulders and her breasts. It was like the senator was trying to downplay Amelia's sexuality while enhancing her own and that of the girls. Amelia was talking to Dr. Jillian, and the girls bounded over to greet the doctor.

Penelope hugged the doctor and then said, "I love the costume! It looks so authentic. It's from the original series, right?"

Penelope took Jillian in from head to toe, noting the way the pale, blue velour fabric hugged her breasts and waist. The black boots came halfway up her calf, accentuating the sheer, black tights she had on. But when Penelope's eyes came to the doctor's hemline, she smiled.

"You're not wearing Starfleet regulation bloomers, are you, Doctor?" Penelope asked.

Jillian smiled and winked and lifted her hem to show the girls that the tights had the crotch ripped open.

"The senator ordered me to not wear any panties and to make sure that my pussy was accessible. I assume the costumes she got you are all the same way?" Jillian responded.

Penelope and the other girls each turned their backs and bent over at the waist, showing the doctor their soft, hairless, exposed vulvae.

"Mmmmmmm," Jillian crooned. "Nothing prettier than the sight of a passel of young, bare pussies. God, I want to lick you all."

Sharon came into the great room from the direction of Amelia and John's room. John was walking behind her, pulled along by the leash around his neck. He carried a black bag. Everyone's eyes turned to watch the couple. Sharon looked stunning in her dominatrix outfit. Her bodice didn't cover her breasts, but rather underlined them, lifting them up and setting them on display, and it cinched around her already-tight waist, accentuating her hourglass figure.

"She looks like a bombshell, and she dressed you like a hag," Jillian said, leaning over to whisper in Amelia's ear.

"I'm quite aware, thank you, Doctor," Amelia retorted curtly.

"But you're still more beautiful than her," Jillian whispered, tucking a stray hair behind Amelia's ear. "There's not enough makeup in the world to hide what a monster she is."

Amelia smiled at Jillian sweetly.

"When Amelia told me she wanted to throw a little party for you girls," Sharon said, drawing everyone's attention to her, "I thought, well, what's a party without a few games."

Sharon snapped her fingers, and John came forward with the black back, holding it open for her. Sharon took the bag from him and snapped her fingers again. John got on his hands and knees in front of her, making his back into a table for her to set the bag on, which she did. She rummaged through it for a moment and pulled out some blindfolds.

"This one's called 'Guess the Pussy'," she giggled. Sharon handed a blindfold to Amelia, Jillian, and Hannah, and she threw one on the ground in front of John.

"The idea is that the staff will put on the blindfolds, and the girls will line up and bend over. The staff will finger the girls, one at a time, and guess who they're fingering," Sharon explained.

Abby raised her hand.

"Yes, Little Angel," Sharon said.

"My cherry hasn't been popped yet, so I bet everyone will guess me easily," Abby explained.

"Well, in that case, you can be my assistant to keep score and tell the players whether they guessed the right pussy or not. How does that sound?" Sharon offered.

Abby clapped her hands.

Sharon lifted the bag off John's back and showed him where to set it. "Put on your mask and play the game, slave," she ordered him. "And if I catch you cheating, I'll have to spank you in front of the girls."

Sharon had the players put on their masks, and then they had the girls line up randomly behind the couch and bend over the back of the couch so that their vulvae were all the same height. She made the girls put gags in their mouths to keep them from speaking and giving themselves away. Then she had the players line up and wait their turns.

Jillian was first. She let Abby lead her by the hand over to the couch. Then Abby lifted her hand and guided it to the girl's pussy. Jillian felt around the vulva for a bit, rubbing the girl's labia before feeling between the lips to see that the girl was incredibly wet. She pushed a finger into the girl and then pulled out and pushed two fingers in, eliciting a muffled squeal.

"This should be easy for you, Jillian," Sharon said. "After all, you've had your fingers inside all of these twats so many times."

"Hmmm," Jillian mused. "But unfortunately, I don't get to play with the girls as often as Amelia and her staff do. God this one is nice and tight."

Jillian began fucking the girl with her fingers, pushing slowly into her pussy and pulling back out again and again.

"It's so hard to focus when her pussy feels so good," Jillian commented. "It's so wet and warm, and the smell is absolutely delicious. But I think..." She pushed her fingers all the way in and felt the cervix and pushed against her vaginal walls to feel the shape of the girl's pelvis. "...I think this little slut that's about to cum all over my fingers is Tansy."

Abby clapped, jumping up and down, giggling with glee. Jillian pulled her blindfold off to see the gagged Cinderella bent over the couch, drooling around her gag and panting through her nose. As Tansy looked over her shoulder, her eyes were pleading for Jillian not to stop, and the doctor obliged, bringing Tansy to her orgasm. The girl moaned around her gag, writhing over the couch as she gushed pussy juice all over Jillian's talented fingers.

"Well done," Sharon said.

Once Tansy came, she was allowed to take off her gag and watch the other girls get fingered. She sat in Jillian's lap in a chair to the side, letting Jillian continue to finger her. She turned her head, occasionally to kiss the doctor and tell her how amazing she was making Tansy feel.

John was next, and Abby took his hand and led him to the couch, placing his palm right on a girl's soft, round ass cheek. Then Abby stepped back to watch again, this time, reaching up under her own angelic dress to play with her little nine-year-old pussy as she watched Daddy caress the girl in front of him.

"What do you think, Baby," Sharon asked, stepping up to John and stroking his hair, obviously trying to distract him from the girl he was feeling up.

"I'm your Baby now?" John asked, turning to the sound of Sharon's voice. His dick was held mostly erect by the cock ring, but feeling the child's bare buttocks in front of him and hearing Sharon's voice crooning near him, made him rise to a full erection. "I thought I was just your slave today."

Sharon reach up and slapped John's face.

"You're my Baby when I say you're my Baby, slave," she told him. Then she pulled his face down to hers and kissed him deeply.

John let go of the child's butt cheeks with one hand and pulled Sharon to him. He was enjoying the way she toyed with him, treating him special one minute and degrading him the next. His cock started dribbling pre-cum as they kissed.

Knowing that one of his little girls was waiting to be felt up by him, John reached down, groping, until he found the girl's pussy. He started rubbing it as he continued to make out with Sharon. He felt the woman's hand reach down to his dick and squeeze him tightly. Then she broke their kiss.

"Stop focusing your attention on me and focus on the game," Sharon told him. Then she slapped him again and pushed on his shoulders, making him get on his knees. Then she shoved his face into the girl's backside.

"Do you think you can recognize her by the taste of her ass?" Sharon asked.

John moaned as he felt the young ass cheeks press against his face.

"Stick your tongue out and taste her shit hole, slave," Sharon ordered, shoving John's mouth into the girl's crack.

John started licking blindly until he found the puckered hole, then he stiffened his tongue and rimmed the girl before shoving it into her anus. He felt the girl's body stiffen and then relax as he penetrated her sphincter.

Abby moaned next to him and started encouraging him, saying, "Yes, Daddy! Lick her asshole. She loves it. Look at her squirm."

John could hear Abby's fingers playing with her moist pussy to his side, and he could smell the arousal on the girl whose ass he was tongue-fucking. It was driving him crazy. He desperately wanted to fuck the child in front of him. He had no idea who it was, having never giving analingus to any of the girls before. He tried to dip down to lick her pussy, but he felt Sharon smack him on the back of the head.

"No tasting her pussy until you make her cum from licking her ass," Sharon told him.

John groaned in frustration, wanting so badly to taste the child's pussy.

"You don't deserve to lick her pussy yet," Sharon whispered in his ear. "Not until you prove to me that you know how to eat her ass."

John reached up and spread the child's ass cheeks wide and started making love to her anus. He loved being degraded this way by, Sharon, being told that he wasn't good enough to taste the child's cunt. He felt worthless, and it made him want to push himself, to prove that he was good enough to taste the girl's pussy. What he wanted most of all was to fuck the child, but he doubted Sharon would allow that.

The girl started squirming in front of him, rubbing her ass against his face. He felt like he was making progress. His dick was so hard, but he knew that if he stroked it, Sharon would slap the back of his head again. He moaned into the child's crack, devouring her anus, loving the fact that he was only worthy to taste the dirtiest part of her.

He felt the girl stiffen against him, and heard a muffled squeal of pleasure. Then Sharon was lifting him, pulling him up by the hair. He felt the woman's hands guiding his cock to the girl.

I'm going to get to fuck her? he wondered, but when he felt the tight pressure against his cock head, he knew it wasn't the girl's pussy. Sharon was guiding him to the girl's ass. John's libido was so ramped up from the denial Sharon had put him through, that he didn't hold back. He started leaning into the girl. He knew, at least, that it wasn't Abby. Although he had only ass-fucked Penelope and Becky so far, he felt like any of the girls could take him, although it would probably hurt them considerably.

As John pushed into the girl, he heard her squeal beneath him. Her tight anus felt amazing, squeezing his rock-hard cock. He grabbed the girl by her little hips and started shoving, feeling her reluctantly give way. She squirmed under him, but he didn't want to hold back.

"Yes, fuck her ass, John!" Sharon moaned. "She's clearly never had a cock in there before, show her what it means to be fucked by a man!"

John heard Amelia gasp behind him. He knew she was worried about the child, but that she might be hesitant to try to stop Sharon. Feeling the girl's hips, he knew she was young. This was probably Julie or maybe even Madison under him.

Fuck, I'm taking the anal cherry of a twelve or thirteen-year-old! he thought.

He reached down to fondle the girl's pussy, rubbing her clit as he pushed into her ass. She was dripping wet, possibly still cumming. He wanted her so bad. He skin was so soft, her pussy was like velvet. He lifted his wet fingers to his mouth and tasted, her. Immediately, he recognized his favorite little fuck.

"Oh, Madison," he moaned.

Abby squealed with delight and then gasped, feeling herself start to cum.

John reached up and took his victim by the hair. He pulled her head up as he leaned over her. Her smell was intoxicating.

"I want you so bad, Madison," he moaned. "But if you shake your head right now to tell me know, I'll pull out of you, no matter what Sharon does. Tell me, Princess. Do you want me to fuck your ass?"

John's heart leapt as he felt Madison nod in consent.

"Oh, god, yes!" he moaned and started pushing into the girl. He loved how tight Madison's pussy always felt, but the tightness of her ass was even more incredible.

"Oh, fuck, Madison!" he moaned as he pushed into her, bottoming out inside her. "Does it hurt, Baby?" he asked. Madison nodded. "But you want me to keep going?" She nodded again. "I love you, Princess. I'm going to fuck you until I cum. It's going to hurt so much, but I want you to know that I love you for giving me this."

And with that, John started slowly fucking the twelve-year-old in the ass. He pulled back and pushed hard into her, feeling her tense up. He used her hair as leverage, with each forceful thrust into the girl. Her body tensed, each time, and he loved the sensation of how her ass puckered around his dick as he hurt her with each thrust.

"Yes, John," Sharon moaned in his ear. "Rape the child. Claim her ass. Cum in her and make her your little anal slut."

John hammered into Madison, moaning in pleasure with each thrust. She squealed in pain, but he never stopped. He knew she must be crying, but she was willingly offering her pain to him because she loved him.

"Madison!" he gasped, feeling his climax build. "OH FUCK, MADISON!"

His pistoned in and out of her asshole. He was so close. He couldn't believe he was about to cum in this lovely child's ass.

"I love you, Princess," he moaned. "My dirty, little anal princess. OH FUUUCCCCK YEEEESSSSS!" he groaned as his dick swelled and spurt into her.

Madison squealed as she felt his hot cum burning in her bowels. Stream after stream of jizz filling her tight, little hole.

"I'M CUMMING IN YOU, MADISON," John moaned, "I'M CUMMING IN YOUR ASS, PRINCESS!"

Sharon took the mask off of John's eyes and then reached around and took the gag off of Madison's mouth.

"DADDDYYYYYY," Madison moaned. She looked over her shoulder at him, and tears were pouring down her cheeks. Her lovely makeup was ruined with tears, and it made John feel so hot to see her like that.

John bent over her body and turned her head until he could kiss her. His dick continued to squirt into her ass, throbbing with each blast of semen that he deposited into the child.

"I love you, Princess," he moaned, holding her face to his.

"I love you too, Daddy," she sobbed.

"I'm sorry I hurt you," he gasped.

"It hurts so bad, Daddy," she whimpered, "but I love it when you hurt me."

John pulled her body hard against him, reaching around to grope her tiny breast buds forcefully. He found her nipples, and pinched them hard in each hand.

"Yes," she whimpered. "Hurt me, Daddy. I'm your little slut."

Eventually, John's orgasm subsided, and Sharon pulled him off of the child. She let John carry Madison away. He took her to the side where Tansy was sitting in Jillian's lap, and he laid Madison down and buried his face in her ass crack, slurping up his own cum from her.

"Yes, Daddy," Madison moaned, "It feels good on my sore little butt."

Sharon let John have the child for a while, as she prompted Abby to lead the next contestant over to the couch.

Hannah was giggling nervously as Abby led her by the hand to the ass of the next girl. It didn't take Hannah long to find the wet pusy and shove a finger into it -- and then another.

"Mmmm, whoever you are, you're dripping wet," Hannah remarked. "And tight. Fuck, and so hot."

Hannah started finger fucking the girl in front of her, forgetting for a moment that she was supposed to guess who the pussy belonged to. Then Sharon came over to her and pulled her hand out of the girl's cunt.

"Awwww," Hannah moaned in disappointment. "I was just getting warmed up."

"Why don't you try it this way," Sharon suggested, positioning Hannah's fingers to where her ring finger and pinky were going into the girl's wet vagina, and her index finger was pushing against the tight anal sphincter.

"Oh, wow," Hannah remarked, as she felt the girl tense up with the pressure against her asshole.

"Your finger should be wet enough from her pussy, just steadily force it into her ass," Sharon purred in Hannah's ear.

"God, I feel so dirty and hot," Hannah remarked as she pushed her way into the unknown girl's nethers. "I wish somebody was doing this to me right now."

"Maybe if you guess correctly, this little vixen will finger you the same way," Sharon suggested.

"She's tight," Hannah remarked, thoughtfully, trying to guess which girl she was fingering. "And she feels so good inside."

Hannah ran her free hand over the girl's ass, sizing up the width of her hips, and the shape of her buttocks. Then she ran her hand down one of the girl's legs. He ass was small, but her hips had begun to widen. With Tansy, Madison, and Abby out of the picture, it was just a matter of guessing whether this was Becky, Penelope, or Julie. When the girl started fucking back against Hannah's hand, she realized how much her little victim liked being fingered this way. Becky definitely had some skill at taking it up the pooper, but so did Penelope. And this wasn't just her pinky inside the girl, it was her index finger. The hips didn't quite feel wide enough nor the legs long enough to be Becky, so Hannah decided that this must be Penelope who was pushing against her hand.

She wanted to make the girl cum to see if she could recognize the sound of her gagged moans just to be sure. Hannah started fucking the girl hard, ramming her fingers in and out of the girl's holes as quickly as she could. The girl was slamming back into her, and they found a rhythm together, until suddenly the girl tensed and screamed through her gag.

"Oh, Penelope!" Hannah exclaimed, certain now.

At a signal from Sharon, Abby ripped Hannah's mask off her face so she could see the girl in front of her. Penelope's pleading face looked over her shoulder at Hannah, begging her not to stop.

"Are you going to cum for me again?" Hannah teased, practically punching Penelope's taint with each thrust into the girl.

Penelope nodded, her brows knit, her nostrils flared. Hannah felt so much desire for the girl as she hammered into her cunt and ass over and over again.

"Do it!" Hannah barked. "Cum for me, you little bitch."

Hannah reached up with her free hand and started rubbing Penelope's pussy, and she was rewarded with a gush of fluid streaming out around her fingers. Penelope moaned around her gag, her face red, her body trembling with her orgasm.

Eventually, Sharon untied Penelope's gag, and the girl turn around and threw her arms around Hannah, knocking her to the ground with a kiss. Everyone that wasn't blindfolded or bent over the couch laughed at Penelope's attack. Hannah led her over to the side, and raised her skirt to let Penelope between her thighs. To her surprise, Penelope's tongue went straight for Hannah's asshole, and she mewled at the sensation of being licked down there.

"You're up next," Sharon told Amelia.

Abby took her Mommy's hand and led her over to the couch. There were only two girls left bent over the back of the couch. Amelia knew it had to be Becky or Julie, and when Abby's hand led her to the slender hips in front of her, she knew she was feeling the ass of the thirteen-year-old redheaded Julie. She acted, however, like she wasn't sure, groping the girl's pussy, spreading her ass cheeks. Eventually, though, she knew she simply wanted to taste the girl, and she got down on her hands and knees to shove her mouth against the girl's cunt.

"Hey!" Sharon barked, grabbing Amelia by the hair and pulling her face away from the girl's pussy. She slapped Amelia hard. "No tasting!"

"Sharon, I am going to eat the pussy in front of me until she cum all over my face," Amelia replied. "You may beat me if you like, but I want to tongue this little cunt until she drenches me in her juices."

"Very well," Sharon said, shoving Amelia's face back into the girl's pussy. "I will gladly beat your ass and torture you if you feel this girl is worth it."

Amelia smiled against the young labia pressed into her face and started to lick. She felt Sharon lift her skirt up over her back and pull her leotard down to her thighs. When the first smack hit her ass, she knew Sharon wasn't going to play around. It felt wide and firm, like a yardstick, and the sting shocked her into screaming into the girl's pussy.

"I'm going to beat and torture you until you make the child cum," Sharon explained, bringing the stick down on Amelia's ass again with a loud crack.

"I'm not in any hurry," Amelia said, and she felt a gush of moisture from the girl's pussy.

Good, Darling, Amelia thought. Let my torture turn you on. Know that I love the taste of your pussy so much that I'm willing to let someone torture me for it.

Sharon gave Amelia several fierce whacks. Amelia startled and whimpered each time, but she did not stop slowly licking the young pussy in front of her. Then Sharon held her fingers over her lips to signal the rest of the room to be quiet, and she motioned for John to come over to her.

Reluctantly, John set Madison down and crawled over to his Mistress. "Fuck her dry in the ass," Sharon whispered into his ear. "I want you to hurt her as much as you can, do you understand?"

John nodded.

As he mounted Amelia's exposed backside, positioning his now-dry dick against her tight anus, he felt his lover tense for just a second. He knew she could feel that there was no lubrication.

"Yes, John!" Amelia told him, barely taking her mouth away from Julie's cunt. "Do it! Fuck my hard and dry in the ass. Hurt me, Darling!"

John pushed his hard dick into his lover, and she screamed into Julie's pussy as he ripped her open.

"God, it's so painful," Amelia whimpered. "I love it. I want to hurt for you, Darling. I want to feel your cum burning inside of my raw ass. Please, John, use me!"

Sharon reached under Amelia's body where she was positioned on all fours between Julie and John, and she ripped the top of Amelia's costume open, exposing the full, creamy white tits that were hanging down like udders. She quickly placed a clamp on each one. The clamps were connected by a long chain. Sharon ran the chain between Amelia's legs and even between John's legs. Then she took an anal plug and, spitting on John's ass, shoved the plug into him, making him gasp. After it was inserted, Sharon connected the chain to the loop on the plug.

"When you thrust into her, you'll be torturing her ass. and when you pull back, you'll be torturing her tits. You heard her, slave," Sharon said, smacking John's ass with the stick, "Make her hurt!"

John started fucking Amelia. The pressure the chain put on his ass whenever he pulled back, he knew couldn't be as bad as the pull on Amelia's nipples. She was whimpering with each movement of his body. He knew that he was tool that Sharon was using to torture Amelia, and he knew that Amelia wanted it. She wanted to stroke Sharon's ego and make her feel like the one in control so that she would continue to fund the Dollhouse.

When Julie felt Amelia's tears on her backside, it startled her at first, and then it melted her heart. She knew that her Mommy was suffering torture to be able to bring her pleasure. She wanted to tell her how much she loved her, but all she could do was moan into her gag and drool on the couch in front of her.

Sharon leaned in to whisper in John's ear, "Don't let Amelia pull her face up from Julie's pussy, no matter what." Then she smacked John's ass a few more times before going around to Julie and removing her gag.

"UNNHGGG!" Julie gasped, as Amelia continued to eat her pussy. "W-w-why did you take my gag off? Mommy hasn't guess me yet."

"You stupid little slut," Sharon said, leaning down over Julie and holding her face, "she knew from the moment she felt you up."

"Oh, Mommy," Julie whimpered.

"She loves you a lot, Julie," Sharon told her, "but I'm afraid she's not doing a good enough job of making you cum yet."

"Sh-sh-she's edging m-me," Julie nodded.

"It looks like she's willing to endure any amount of torture to bring you as much pleasure as she can," Sharon said. "But, let's see if she's willing to let me torture you."

Sharon pulled her hand back and smacked Julie across the mouth, making the girl squeal and cry. Amelia tried to get up, to yell at Sharon to stop, but John held Amelia's head in place, and wouldn't let her go. Sharon smiled at him.

"If you want me to stop slapping this little bitch, Amelia, you're just going to have to make her cum. I'd hurry up if I were you, the more pleasure she feels in her pussy, the more she'll start to love this pain. We can turn her into a little pain slut like Becky, if you want. Just keep edging her while I slap her stupid face. She probably doesn't deserve to cum anyway."

John had to hold Amelia by the hair to keep her pushed against Julie's cunt. He continued to ram into her dry ass, torturing her. He could see where her tears were glistening against Julie's backside.

"Make her cum, bitch," John growled.

He'd promised Amelia that he wouldn't let Sharon hurt the girls, but he'd also promised her that he'd be Sharon's tool of degradation against her. He didn't think Julie would be overly traumatized by a few good slaps. She'd seen him do worse to Becky who was watching the torturous display next to her with such jealousy on her face.

"Make her cum, and this will be over," he grunted.

Julie was lost in the swirl of emotions and hormones raging through her body and mind. The pain in her face was excruciating. The knowledge that Mommy was being tortured and still wanted to eat her pussy made her feel so loved. The tingling in her cunt was incredible.

"Give in to the pain, Julie," John told her. "Let it wash over you, embrace it. Ask for it. Tell Sharon how much you love being hit."

"But it hurts, Daddy," she sobbed. Then she shrieked as Sharon hit her again.

"I promise, you'll have an incredible orgasm if you just give in, my little Cherry."

"Do it, Julie," Penelope encouraged her. "It feels so good to cum while you're being beaten and degraded. It's better than anything."

"You loved the pain when Daddy took your cherry," Madison reminded her. "You didn't want him to stop. It's the same now, just do what Daddy says and ask for more pain."

Julie looked up at Sharon. It was hard to see through the tears in her eyes.

"Hit me," she whispered, looking up at the woman.

"Yes!" Penelope cried out. "Tell her what a dumb little slut you are, Julie. Tell her it's all you deserve."

Sharon smacked Julie's face, and the girl looked up at her again. Her eyes had lost their defiance.

"I'm... I'm just a dumb slut," Julie muttered. "Please..." she felt the way Becky always looked when she watched Daddy humiliating her. "...please hit my stupid face."

"Yes, you dumb bitch," Sharon said, grabbing Julie by the hair and smacking her face again.

"Unh! Yes!" Julie cried out. "Hit me, please!" She knew she was close to cumming. "I'm such a worthless whore."

Sharon smacked the child's face again and lifted her head until Julie's mouth was on her cunt.

"Eat me, you worthless little shit," Sharon barked, rubbing her pussy all over Julie's tear-streaked face. "Make me cum, you little bitch."

When Julie's little tongue slipped up between Sharon's labia and found her clit, Sharon's body exploded with the sensation of her orgasm. She'd never dominated an underage submissive before, and the feeling of power was incredible. She had manipulated John into forcing Amelia to let her smack a child. He was still fucking the woman's worthless ass as she looked down on them.

Feeling Sharon cum on her face sent Julie over the edge. Sometimes Julie could cum just from making other girls cum, but with everything that was going on around her, she felt her body building up for the most intense orgasm of her life.

"MMMmmmmmMMMMmm!" she screamed against Sharon's cunt The woman was holding Julie's head hard against her wet pussy. Julie couldn't even breathe, and suddenly she realized that made it even better. Her body trembled and shook as her eyes rolled back into her head. She grabbed Sharon's hips and pulled herself harder against the woman, not caring anymore whether she breathed or not. She just wanted Sharon to cum, wanted to feel that wonderful pussy juice drenching her face. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't take any air in, so she just kept licking the delicious cum out of this new, incredible cunt.

Eventually, Sharon collapsed onto the couch next to Julie, freeing the child to gasp for air. Watching Julie's mouth be used so mercilessly took John over the edge, and he grabbed at Amelia's hips as he pounded into her ass.

Julie slipped down off the couch, onto the floor in front of Amelia. She looked up at the woman as she took the dry anal fucking. Julie reached up to Amelia's tear-stained face, and she caressed it gently before pulling back her hand and slapping Amelia.

Amelia screamed in pain.

"Can you cum from the pain, Mommy?" Julie asked her.

Amelia's face was wrenched with agony, but she managed to nod slightly at Julie's question.

"I'll help you, Mommy," Julie whispered. She crawled under Amelia's body, getting between the chain and the floor. She found Amelia's cunt with her mouth and made love to the woman's pussy. She could see John's dick hammering into Amelia's red ass. She knew Daddy had already cum and would last a long time. She wondered if there was anything she could do to help him.

Then she remembered one time when her real mom had made Julie eat her pussy while the mom's boyfriend fucked her in the ass. Her mom had told her to bit her clit because it would make her ass pucker up and make the man's dick feel even better. Julie took Amelia's clit between her teeth and closed down gently.

Amelia jumped at the sharp sensation, but then she cried out, "Yes! Do it, Julie! Bite me! Hurt me! It will make Daddy feel so fucking good!"

Sharon crawled off the couch to watch as Julie tortured her beloved Mommy with her teeth on her clit.

"Holy fucking shit!" Sharon cried out. "Yes! Hurt her! Bite her! Yes!"

Julie bit down sharply, and Sharon reach under Amelia's body and yanked on the chain. Amelia arched her back and screamed out as her body was assaulted with pain from three different directions. She clenched her anus instinctively around John's dick, and he cried out as his balls clenched before unloading into Amelia's ass.

"FUUUUCCKCCKK!" John cried.

"YEESSSSSS!" Amelia screamed.

The two of them orgasmed together, and Julie opened her mouth as Amelia's pussy squirted into the thirteen-year-old's face.

Eventually, John fell back in exhaustion, causing the clamps to pull free from Amelia's nipples, sending another round of pain shooting through her body. Julie reached up to hold Amelia's hips, and Amelia ground her cunt against the girl's mouth as she felt herself spraying all over Julie's face.

Then Amelia slumped off of Julie's body, and John pulled her to himself, spooning with her. She pulled Julie to her as well, and the three of them lay there, panting in exhaustion.

"That was some of the hottest shit I've ever seen," Sharon said. "And poor little Becky has no one left to finger her pussy."

John looked around the room to see that everyone was in the middle of fucking or sucking someone else's pussy and/or ass. They were all turned on by what they'd just witnessed. All except for Abby who stood there rubbing her own pussy.

"Abby, will you help Becky?" John panted.

Abby nodded eagerly and went over to Becky's body bent over the couch. Sharon crawled over to the little nine-year-old to encourage her.

"I bet Becky can take a lot more than just a finger," Sharon purred.

Becky's muffled moan showed that she certainly could take more, and Sharon helped Abby make her hand into the silent duck and shove the entire thing inside of Becky's dripping wet cunt.

"This is called fisting," Sharon told Abby, "and your hand is absolutely perfect for it, sweetie."

"I'm fisting her?" Abby asked. "But shouldn't I make a fist?"

"No, I know it's confusing. But if you make a fist, it's called punching, and I'm not sure whether Becky is ready for that yet or not," Sharon explained. "But your hands are so little, let's see if we can get both of them in there."

Becky screamed through her gag as she felt the other set of Abby's fingers shoving their way into her cunt.

"Yes, stretch her out," Sharon encouraged.

"Doesn't that hurt her?" Abby asked.

"I sure hope so," Sharon remarked. "But Becky is what we call a painslut. She loves getting hurt. Pain makes her feel so incredibly sexy. In fact, while you fuck her cunt with both of your pretty little hands, I'm going to go slap her worthless bitch face and spit on her to show her what a stupid cunt she is."

Becky moaned in anticipation. John held Amelia close to himself, brushing her hair out of her face that was wet with tears and cum and sweat. They both knew that Becky was going to love what Sharon was about to give her.

"Julie wasn't in any real danger," John whispered into Amelia's ear.

She turned her face to him as she heard Sharon smack Becky across the mouth.

"I know, Darling," she told him. "I knew you wouldn't let her wound our child. But I needed her to think that I was afraid."

"Wow," John gasped. "You convinced even me."

"It was so exhilarating to know that our sweet little pussylicker was getting her first taste at being humiliated and slapped. Her cum was incredible. I couldn't gulp it down fast enough," Amelia told him.

"I loved dominating you," he told her as Becky's muffled cries filled the room. "Seeing your tears on Julie's ass was a huge turn on. It felt incredible to rape your ass like that."

Amelia kissed him to the sound of Becky being slapped over and over.

"I love submitting to you, John. Maybe we should make domination a bigger part of our program and teach all of the girls how to be good little subs to their Daddy's powerful cock."

"I can't believe I fucked both you and Madison in the ass tonight," he said.

"She loves being hurt by you. We should explore that. She's not as obvious of a painslut as Becky and Penelope are, but I bet you could have an even deeper relationship with your sweet little Princess if we broke her down and taught her to be your willing submissive."

"I thought we were just healing their trauma," John said.

"We're way beyond that, John. We've helped the girls come to terms with what has been done to them in the past. Now we need to teach them that there's nothing to be afraid of in the future."

Becky's cries filled the silence as John pondered Amelia's words.

"What does their future hold?" he wondered.

"Pain and love and happiness and sorrow," Amelia whispered.

They looked up to see Becky's tired form slumped over on the floor, and Abby rubbing her cunt on Becky's face.

Sharon came over to John and grabbed him by the hair. She made him get on his knees in front of her.

"This has been one hell of a party, but it's not over until you cum in my pussy," she told him. She pushed John over and made him lie on his back. Then she straddled him. "Now that you've cum twice, your worthless cock is finally capable of fucking me the way I deserve," she told him.

Sharon reached behind herself and unhooked the chain from John's buttplug. Then she attached the clamps to his nipples and pulled, making him arch his back to alleviate the pain.

"I'm going to ride you until I'm satisfied, little bitch," she told him.

Sharon set the chain down and leaned back, supporting herself on her hands. Her feet were on either side of John, and she ordered Amelia and Jillian to come over to her.

"I want both of you stupid bitches to get on your knees by my feet. I want you to take my foot in your hands and rub my boots on your worthless pussies until you cum for me."

Jillian knelt down next to John and lifted Sharon's boot up to her waiting cunt. "Yes, Mistress," the doctor said. "My pussy is too worthless to hump anything more than your shoes, Mistress."

Amelia, though exhausted from the ass-fucking John gave her, got up on her knees, too and started rubbing her cunt on Sharon's boot.

"I love these boots, Mistress," Amelia crooned. "I want to cum for them. These boots are so much better than my stupid pussy."

Sharon looked down at John and smiled as she pushed herself from his crotch and let herself back down on him.

"Yes, three dumb slaves all here to do my bidding," she crooned. "Unfortunately, my hands are busy with fucking John's worthless dick. It's a shame for your stupid faces to go unslapped as you debase yourselves for me. Hannah, Becky?" Sharon called over her shoulder. "Would you two be so kind as to slap the shit out of these worthless sluts that are fucking my boots?"

Becky bit her lip as she walked over to Amelia. She rubbed her Mommy's cheek gently, reading Amelia's eyes. Seeing Amelia nod her consent, she reared back and slapped Amelia hard. Seeing Becky getting into it, Hannah looked down to see Jillian lift her chin.

"Slap me, Hannah," the doctor begged. "Show me what a worthless cunt I am."

Hannah brought her hand down hard on Jillian's cheek. Hannah gasped more than Jillian did. But the doctor looked up at her and said, "Hit me again. I'm just a dumb piece of shit." So Hannah obliged.

John couldn't see Amelia or Jillian's faces, but he could hear the slaps and see the glee on Becky and Hannah's faces. He felt Sharon's skilled pussy clenching him, milking him, fucking him like no other pussy had ever done.

"You want to fuck Jillian, don't you, John?" Sharon asked, seeing John reach over to stroke the doctor's ass.

"Yes, she's so fucking sexy," John admitted. "I want her bad, Sharon. I want to shove my cock into her and fuck her and cum all inside her."

He was delirious with the sexuality of the moment, not even in control of his mental faculties anymore. Sex was like a truth serum right now.

"John, you dirty little bitch," Sharon teased. She raised up on his dick and slammed down onto him "I've told Jillian that you're mine. I let you fuck Amelia and the girls because I want this place to do well. But there's no reason why Jillian deserves an amazing cock like yours. If her pussy ever envelops your cock, John, I'm going to make her pay for it. And I'll make you pay, too. I'm a very powerful woman, and I'm really good at making people hurt."

John's hand stopped caressing Jillian's ass as he sobered up at Sharon's words.

"Go ahead, and fondle her," Sharon told him. "Just don't ever let your dick inside her cunt or I'll probably beat you both to death. Just kidding," she said, winking at John, "I'll beat her and make you wish you were dead. Your dick belongs to me, and you are only allowed to use it in ways that I approve of, do you understand?"

"Yes," John whimpered.

"Yes, what?" Sharon asked.

"Yes, Mistress," John groaned.

"Good boy," Sharon said. "Now let's see how long it takes these cunts to cum on my boots. Then I'm going to make them lick the cum up."

Amelia whimpered when she heard how Sharon wanted to humiliate her. John brought his hand to his mouth and licked his middle finger. Then he found Jillian's asshole and started shoving it in while making eye contact with Sharon.

"Yes, finger the dumb bitch's sluthole, John," Sharon purred. "But don't forget to do the same for Amelia. I know it will hurt her, and that's exactly what I want you to do."

John was about to lick his other hand when he saw Sharon shake her head no. "Shove it in her dry, John. Remember, I want that slut to hurt."

John found Amelia's ass and shoved his middle finger in her too. The women continued to hump themselves on Sharon's boots as Becky and Hannah continued to slap them. Becky held Amelia by the jaw, forcing her to open her mouth, and Becky spat in her face, landing most of the spittle on Amelia's tongue. Jillian opened her mouth to Hannah, and the girl took the message and spat on the doctor. When some of the spit landed on her cheek, Hannah smeared it around, thinking it would be more humiliating that way.

"Girls," Sharon said to Becky and Hannah, "I don't think these sluts are fully humiliated yet. Surely you two need to piss after all the punch you drank. Why don't you relieve yourselves in their mouths?"

Jillian whimpered, but she opened her mouth to Hannah. It took some relaxing, but eventually Hannah was able to release her stream onto the woman's face. She had trouble directing it into Jillian's mouth, but the woman was patient, letting Hannah piss all over her until she was able to catch the urine stream in her mouth and start swallowing Hannah's piss.

Hannah looked over to see Becky holding Amelia's head, filling her mouth with her pee, degrading her as she unloaded into her Mommy's mouth.

"You like my piss, you little slut?" Becky goaded. "Drink me, bitch. You're just a worthless urinal now."

Hannah's stream finished, but degrading the doctor that way really turned her on, so she pushed her pussy onto Jillian's mouth. "Clean me, bitch," Hannah gasped. "And make me cum."

Amelia and Jillian were whimpering in earnest now. Between John fingering their asses, the humiliation of being pissed on, and the sensation of rubbing their cunts on Sharon's boots, first Jillian and then Amelia started to cum.

"Fuck yes!" Sharon cried out. "The dumb bitches finally did it. Oh, god, they look so stupid humping my boots! They're such worthless whores!"

John felt their assholes spasm around his fingers as their pussies came all over Sharon's footwear. Then, like the obedient sluts they were, they got down and started licking their cum off of the boots. At that, John lost his load, shooting up into Sharon's pussy.

"Yes, John, cum to the sight of these stupid sluts degrading themselves on my boots," Sharon cried out. Amelia and Jillian continued to lick Sharon's boots, almost worshipfully slathering them with their tongues, licking up all of the cum that they had oozed out of their pussies.

"Girls, slap John for me," Sharon said, taking the chain connected to his nipple clamps in her hand. "We need to punish him for cumming without my permission."

Becky bent over John's face and slapped him.

Hannah hesitated a moment, so John encouraged her, "Hit me, Hannah. Punish me."

She slapped him hard, and he groaned.

"Fuck, yes, girls! Slap his worthless face. I'm going to cum to the abuse you lovely little beauties are pouring out on him. The harder you smack him, the harder I'll cum."

Becky spat in John's face, and Hannah slapped him. Then Tansy was standing over John, straddling his face. She squatted down, with her pussy over his mouth. "Open wide, Daddy," she said, and she started pissing on him. John opened his mouth to her and started drinking the fifteen-year-old's urine, guzzling it down, but there was so much that it poured over his face and into his nostrils. And then he felt Sharon's pussy clenching his dick.

"God YES!" Sharon cried. "Your precious daughters are degrading your worthless face. OH GOD YESSSSSS!!!!!"

When she was done pissing, Tansy rubbed her cunt over John's mouth smearing her piss all over his face. Sharon collapsed backwards onto John's legs, letting his dick slip out of her cunt.

"Oh, my god," she moaned. "I need to visit this place more often."

---

That night, Sharon slept in Amelia's bed with John. The two fucked all night long while Amelia, Jillian, and Hannah slept on the floor next to the bed. Sharon wanted the other women in the house to know in no uncertain terms that John's dick belonged to her.

Amelia felt humiliated as she lay at the foot of her own bed while another woman fucked the man she loved. But that humiliation felt so delicious. She and Jillian and Hannah found each other's pussies with their mouths and brought each other to quiet orgasms as they listened to the couple fucking in the bed above them. In the morning, they intended to let John and Sharon sleep while they got up and made breakfast for the girls.

"Wait," Sharon said, seeing Amelia slip out the door. Amelia turned to face Sharon.

"Yes, Darling?" Amelia asked, hiding the betrayal she felt with a smile.

Sharon took an empty glass off the nightstand and held it to her pussy. She let the globs of John's cum drip out of her into the glass. Amelia watched in amazement. She'd lost count of how many times John had cum in the senator, but it had apparently been a lot.

"Here you go, you must be hungry," Sharon said, offering the glass of cum to Amelia.

"Famished," Amelia said with a wounded smile as she took the glass and drank John's cum while Sharon watched.

"Do you love it?" Sharon asked.

"I always love John's cum," Amelia replied, but seeing the disappointment on Sharon's face, she knew she needed to offer the senator something more. "But it tastes so much sweeter coming from your pussy, Sharon."

"I know you love him," Sharon said. "It's kind of disgusting how much you care about him."

"I do," Amelia nodded.

"Do you want to marry him?" Sharon teased in a singsongy voice.

"Yes," Amelia whispered.

"Good," Sharon replied with a smirk. "It will be even more fun to torture you by making your husband cheat on you with me."

Amelia blinked the tears out of her eyes.

"You know I won't stop you," Amelia said, feeling the humiliation burn in her belly.

"In fact, I'll perform the wedding for you," Sharon said. "And the end of the ceremony, instead of kissing the bride, I'll make him fuck me while you and all the girls watch. It would be delicious if your father was there, too, to witness your humiliation on the most important day of your life."

Tears fell down Amelia's cheeks.

"That sounds lovely," she whispered, but her voice choked on the words.

"God, you're so easy to torment, you stupid bitch," Sharon chuckled. "Now go make me some breakfast."