The Dollhouse

"You're adapting quite well to our little world, I see," Amelia said to Hannah. They were sitting out on the back porch of the Dollhouse, enjoying tea and scones in the sunshine. They expected it to be one of the last warm mornings of the year, as the seasons were turning, the leaves were falling. Amelia had taken to having a morning tea session with each one of the girls as their schedule allowed, but she wanted to make sure that she did not forget to spend time with her staff as well.

"I love it here, Mommy," Hannah replied.

"And I love it when you call me mummy," Amelia said, reaching over to place her hand on Hannah's. "I was a bit worried in the beginning, you know, that you'd either break my rules and have to be sent away or that you'd run away screaming when you saw what we do here."

"This place is what I've always wanted," Hannah told Amelia. "My pussy feels so alive. My whole body is brimming with sexuality. You and Daddy -- and all of the girls, even -- have shown me how much power and love and fulfillment there is in sex. And watching these little girls who were raped and used so horribly turn around and learn to love the very things that once made them cry..."

Amelia leaned over and kissed Hannah lightly on the mouth.

"Exactly," she said, reaching up to caress Hannah's cheek. "You completely understand, don't you?"

"I want..." Hannah started, looking hesitantly, yearningly into Amelia's eyes. Amelia waited. She knew that Hannah was about to open her heart and reveal something of herself. She knew that the girl needed to do it in her own way. "I want to know what it's like to be raped."

Amelia arched an eyebrow as she leaned back and took a sip of her tea.

"Becky has been teaching me how to be an object. She's been fucking my throat with a really long dildo, slapping me, spitting on me, treating me like a dumb cunt, and it..."

"It makes you want more," Amelia said with a smile.

"I know I'll never have the one thing I want most," Hannah said, looking down at her lap.

"Your own natural father to fuck you for the rest of your days," Amelia offered.

Hannah glanced up and met Amelia's eyes. That's jealousy, Amelia noted. John must have told her about the relationship I share with my own Daddy.

"Yeah," Hannah whispered, dropping her eyes. She played distractedly with the spoon next to her teacup. "And without that, that burning desire, ever getting fulfilled, I want something... harder, darker."

"A deep itch that only something dirty can scratch," Amelia commented.

"Yes!" Hannah gasped.

"Oh, I understand, Love," Amelia said with a smile.

"I want to be... taken and... and used and... tied up and... hit... and..." tears filled Hannah's eyes.

"It obvious what's going on here, Darling," Amelia said refilling both her teacup and Hannah's from the teapot. "Your father's rejection makes you feel worthless. Your desire for these dark and dirty things is a way of trying to claim that sensation and come to terms with it -- to own the thing that is possessing you."

"Is that bad?" Hannah asked.

"It's wise, I think," Amelia offered. "In truth, you've found for yourself the very thing I'm trying to offer the girls here. That whatever has been done to you does not define you. In fact, you can define the thing that was done to you. Or in your case, the thing that was not done."

Hannah's eyes brimmed with tears.

"It felt so good to look in his eyes and feel him shove his cock into me, Mommy," Hannah said, her voice quivering. "And then the next day, he just..."

"We're going to do this," Amelia said as Hannah took a ragged breath. "You're not the only child here who could stand to turn rape on its head and learn to make the complete exchange of power into something you choose rather than something you suffer."

"Really?!" Hannah gasped. "Oh, Mommy!" Hannah leapt from her chair and rushed into Amelia's arms. The woman held the eighteen-year-old girl, stroking her hair as Hannah's emotions tumbled in her breast. The giddiness quickly transformed into cathartic sobs that shook the girl's body as Amelia held her.

"Daddy is going to rape you so hard, Darling," Amelia whispered. "He's going to tie you up and spit on you and flog your stupid cunt. He's going to rape your holes and show you just what it means to be a helpless, defenseless little flower before his hard, demanding manhood."

"Thank you, Mommy!" Hannah sobbed into Amelia's bosom. The sensation of Hannah's tears dripping down into her cleavage made Amelia's pussy wet.

---

"Today's lesson will be about power exchange," Amelia said as she walked to the whiteboard and wrote "power exchange" on it. "And the idea of consensual non-consent." She wrote those words, too. Turning to the girls, she asked, "Can anyone tell me what these things mean?"

Hannah slipped into the room and took a seat.

"Tansy?" Amelia called on the fifteen-year-old blonde who had her hand in the air.

"Is it like letting someone do anything they want to your body?" Tansy asked.

"Not just letting," Amelia said, turning to underline the word consensual. "It's about agreeing to let them do anything they want."

"What if they want things you don't like?" Julie asked.

Amelia smiled at the thirteen-year-old redhead. "That's part of the fun," Amelia told her. "When you give yourself over willingly, you are trusting -- assuming, of course, that this is a healthy BDSM relationship where your dominant partner has your best interest at heart -- then you are asking him or her to push your boundaries, teach you to like things you would have never liked before -- things you hated even."

"Like when Daddy pees in Becky's mouth?" Abby asked. The girls giggled, but Amelia dropped down in front of the nine-year-old's desk to look at the child at her level. "That's an excellent example, Abby. Do you want Daddy to piss in your mouth?"

Abby shook her head no. "Why, then, do you think Becky likes that? Or does she like it?"

Abby shrugged, embarrassed.

"I hope that you can learn how sexy it is to let someone do something disgusting to you," Amelia said to the child. "I've seen you play with your wet, little pussy when Daddy hurts Becky and uses her like a filthy whore. Something about it turns you, doesn't it?"

Abby nodded shyly.

"Becky, can you explain this to Abby?" Amelia asked, standing up.

"I love him, Abby," the brunette seventeen-year-old told her younger classmate. "And I know he loves me. And giving him the chance to do those dirty things to me... it makes me feel good to be... something less than him. Like, I love him so much that I want to be his toilet. And when I feel his hot piss splash on my face and taste the salty bitterness in my mouth, it just... It makes me feel so good to be useful in the sluttiest way possible. I guess."

"Well said," Amelia commented. "Becky's talking about the power exchange: giving someone power over you. Each and every one of you has lost power in your past. Someone took advantage of you, hurt you, hurt those you loved, rejected you, raped you. Someone, in some way, told you that you weren't worth anything. They debased you. But you can turn that around by..."

Amelia waited for someone in the class to finish the idea.

"By debasing myself," Penelope said quietly.

"Yes!" Amelia exclaimed, and she rushed over to Penelope and kissed her on the mouth. "You can choose to be someone's whore, their sextoy, their fuckdoll. You can ask them to treat you like a worthless piece of meat. And when you do that, you..."

"Cum so hard," Tansy said.

The class laughed, but Amelia bent over Tansy's desk and kissed her too.

"Yes, Darling. Yes," she told the girl.

"But who knows why?" Amelia said, walking back up to the board.

The room was silent.

"Becky, do you like it when Daddy slaps your face?" Amelia asked.

"I fucking love it."

"Why?"

"Because it... I don't know. It makes me feel... like a slut."

"Describe that feeling to us, please," Amelia prompted. "What do you feel in your body when you feel like a slut?"

"Well," Becky started, tucking her hair behind her ear, "my pussy gets really wet. And I get tingly down there. It's like the way I feel when you or Daddy kiss me, but without my pussy even being touched."

"Excellent," Amelia commented. "And when he hits you?"

"The pain feels... perfect. It hurts. Sometimes it makes me cry, but I want it. I want it so hard. The hurt washes over my body, and... it makes everything else go away. And when he fucks me hard, shoving his dick into me so fast that it hurts, or shoving it down my throat, making me gag, or taking me up the ass..." Becky squirmed in her seat. "Then I feel... like he needs me. Like my holes are... pleasing him. The pain in my butt is his pleasure, and all I want is for him to be able to cum. When he cums, I know I did it right. I was just exactly the kind of dirty slut his cock needed. I fucking love it."

By the time Becky finished, she was leaning back in her seat with her legs spread apart. Her hand was rubbing her panties, pushing on her hard clit. Amelia walked over to Becky and slapped her. Becky stopped rubbing her pussy.

"Don't you dare stop rubbing yourself, you bitch," Amelia said, gruffly. "Keep making that pathetic little cunt of yours tingle, and beg me to hit you."

"Please," Becky pleaded as she pushed her fingers down inside her panties.

"Please what?"

"Please slap me, Mommy!"

"Why?"

"Because I'm such a dirty cunt!"

Amelia slapped Becky hard across the mouth. The other girls watched as she begged Amelia to do it again.

"Hit me!"

Slap

"Please. Hit me hard, Mommy!"

Slap

It didn't take long before Becky's body was convulsing with the orgasm that wracked her. Then Amelia leaned over and kissed Becky tenderly on the mouth, tonguing the girl with a soft moan.

When she stood up, she walked over and sat on the edge of her desk.

"Do any of you doubt that Becky enjoyed what just happened?"

All of the girls shook their heads.

"Anyone can learn to like getting slapped," Amelia explained. "And the easiest way to learn enjoy getting hurt is to have it happen while something pleasurable is happening at the same time."

Abby raised her hand.

"Yes, Love?" Amelia called on her.

"Is that why you made Becky rub her pussy?"

"Exactly," Amelia said. "I want you girls to partner up. One will be the top, doing the slapping, and one will be the bottom, playing with her pussy. Don't just rub your panties for show. It's very important that your cunt actually enjoys the sensations. I want you to learn to associate getting slapped in the face with the sensation of your pussy tingling."

The girls paired off: Becky with Tansy, Penelope with Julie, Madison with Abby. Amelia gestured for Hannah to come to the front of the room, and she worked Hannah over herself. The room was soon filled with the sounds of hands smacking cheeks, of wet pussies squishing with fingers, of little girl voices begging to be hit.

Hannah came quickly, begging for Amelia to hit her harder and harder. She felt the freeing sensation that Becky had mentioned. The hurt was incredible. After she came, Amelia bent her over her desk and fingered her cunt while she beat her ass with a ruler, leaving marks. Hannah squirmed after each smack, whimpering and crying, but every time, she begged for Amelia to do it again.

"Tomorrow, I'm going to spank each one of you in front of the class," Amelia told them as they watched her beat Hannah. "And I won't stop spanking you until you cum for me."

"Yes!" Tansy gasped, and everyone knew that she had just cum again.

---

At dinner, John commented about how red each girl's face was. Amelia simply smiled and said, "I think it's time for some of our girls to be raped."

Penelope gasped, and John glanced at her before clearing his throat and asking, "Uhm, what?"

"Well, we have several rape victims living with us, Darling," Amelia pointed out. "And I want you to rape them."

John's jaw dropped. He was speechless.

"I want you to tie them up, hurt them, and fuck them until you cum in their worthless pussies."

"God, yes," they all heard Tansy whisper.

"You want this?" John asked, looking at Tansy.

The blonde nodded enthusiastically.

"Please, Daddy," Becky blurted out. John smiled at her, unsurprised that the painslut of the group wanted to be raped.

"Yes. I want it to hurt," Penelope told him.

"Why?" John asked.

The brunette fourteen-year-old bit her lip as she thought. "Because when you took my anal virginity, it hurt so bad, but I loved it. And when my boyfriend and his buddies gangbanged me, it hurt, and I hated it. But you know how to hurt me and make me love it, and... I want it. I want to hurt for you, Daddy."

"Who all wants Daddy to rape them?" Amelia asked.

John was stunned as he watched Becky, Tansy, Penelope, and even Hannah raise their hands immediately. Then Julie's hand crept up.

"Julie?" John asked, surprised.

"I'm like Penelope. You're so good at hurting me and making me love it. I want you to tie me up and hurt me."

John's heart was melting at how much his girls loved him and trusted him.

"Abby?" Amelia asked. No one was surprised when the little blonde shook her head no. "That's alright, Darling. Remember, this is consensual non-consent. So, if you don't want it, then it won't happen."

"What about you, Madison?" John asked.

Everyone turned to look at Daddy's favorite little girl. She looked up at him with tears in her big, blue eyes.

"I wish you had been the one to rape me instead of my step dad," she blurted. "Please, Daddy!" Madison got up and threw herself down at John's feet, looking up at him with tears streaming from her eyes. "I want to give my body to you. Rape me, Daddy, and make me hurt so good!"

John lifted Madison up and set her in his lap. He wiped the tears from her lightly-freckled cheeks and kissed her wet eyelashes.

"Fuck her, Daddy," Hannah said. "Can't you see how much she's hurting for you already?"

"Yes, John," Amelia urged him quietly. "She's on the verge of a breakdown. She needs her Daddy's cock inside her."

John reached under Madison's pleated skirt and took her panties in both of his hands. He ripped them apart, causing her to gasp as the waistband cut into her skin temporarily before it gave way. As he lifted her, Hannah and Amelia got on their knees on either side of him, unzipping his pants and freeing his hard cock. Amelia guided it to the opening of Madison's twelve-year-old pussy as he lowered the child onto his shaft.

"Do it hard, Daddy," Madison whimpered.

John's lust was burning so fiercely that the little girl's words were all the permission he needed to thrust his cock into her dripping wet cunt and force it into her. She cried out, but he didn't hold back.

"Fuck her, Daddy!" Tansy exclaimed.

Amelia didn't have to tell the girls to take their panites off. It wasn't long until every girl had her fingers inside herself as they watched John slam Madison's body into his lap over and over. The little girl was crying. John knew he was hurting her, but he could see that this was somehow what she needed right now.

"Slap her," Amelia whispered into his ear.

John's hand caught Madison across the mouth. She squealed.

"More," Amelia ordered.

John slapped Madison again.

"Yes, Daddy!" the little girl sobbed.

"Open your mouth, Madison," Amelia prompted her. When Madison did, Amelia spit in the girl's face, only some of it landing on her tongue. Amelia smeared the saliva around, and then she shoved her fingers into the girl's mouth until Madison was gagging. Meanwhile, John continued to fuck the child, pistoning his cock in and out of her young cunt.

"You're just a stupid bitch," Amelia told Madison, taking her fingers out of the girl's mouth and slapping her again.

John watched as Madison's mouth turned down with a frown. The anguish on her face was so severe.

"Yeah," the sad child replied. "Just a stupid bitch."

Amelia ripped Madison's blouse open and pushed her training bra up over her tiny breast buds. Then she pinched Madison's nipples until the girl screamed, thrusting her chest out to push her nipples toward the burning ache.

"Beg to be hurt," Amelia told her.

"Please, Daddy," Madison whimpered. "Please hurt my stupid, fucking holes. Slap my dumb face, Daddy. Please!"

John spit on Madison and then slapped her as hard as he could. He surprised himself at how much it hurt his hand. He loved Madison so fiercely. It felt insane to treat her this way, but something about the desperation in her told him that she needed this.

"Rape me, Daddy," she whimpered.

John stood up and laid Madison on her back on the table. He pulled his cock out of her pussy, causing her to scream, "NOOOOoooo!!!"

He positioned his cock at her asshole and watched her eyes get big as he started pushing his wet dick into her.

"OWWWWwww!!!" Madison screamed as he forced his dick into her tight, preteen ass. Ever since he had taken Madison anally at Halloween, he had fantasized about fucking his favorite Doll in the ass again. The way she begged him to rape her told him that this was the time. She needed to hurt, to be violated. He was going to do it.

"Yes!" Amelia gasped in his ear. "Do it, John! Rape her tight asshole. She wanted you to be her rapist. Now you can. Take her, John! Oh, YES!"

"Dadddyyyyyy!" Madison cried as he shoved into her. He felt her sphincter give way, and she screamed as the head of his cock popped past the ring.

"Fuck her, John. Do it hard. She's your little victim. Give her what she wants!" Amelia goaded.

John watched in lusty horror as Madison's eyes scrunched up with pain as his cock bottomed out inside of her.

"It buurrnnns," she cried. "Please."

Is she going to ask me to stop? John wondered.

He knew Madison loved him. He loved her more than anything in his whole life. He wished she was his own real daughter. He wished he had been the one to take her cherry. But now he was her rapist, using her, hurting her. He hated himself as much as he loved the sensation burning in his cock.

"Please," Madison whimpered.

She's going to ask me to stop, and I'm not going to. I'm actually going to rape her.

"Please hurt me, Daddy," she muttered. She looked up at him with wounded, desperate eyes. "Don't stop. Use me. Rape me, please, Daddy. Pleeeeeaase!"

John pulled back and then hammered into the little girl. Her scream split the air. He hammered over and over and over into her tight ass. It was so tight, it hurt his dick, but he couldn't stop. He realized her tears were turning him on. He loved the sound of her screams. The pain on her face was so sexy, but the fact that she wanted to hurt that way -- hurt for him -- that made it hotter than anything had ever been for him.

John fucked Madison's little body. Her head slammed into plates on the table. Glasses fell over, drenching her hair in iced tea. Her tears streamed down her cheeks, wetting her ears. She looked up at him, and he loved her more than he ever had. His heart was bursting at the sight of her desperate gaze. He slapped her. Then he pulled her up to his mouth and kissed her hard. He felt her wet face press into his. The cool tears on her hot cheeks felt so tender.

He ripped his cock out of her and turned her over, throwing her onto the table face down. He grabbed a handful of hair as he shoved his cock back into her ass.

"YEEESSSSSS!" she cried as he pulled her head back.

He leaned over her, holding her down with the weight of his body, crushing her as his dick rammed into her.

"DAA-AAADDDD-DDYYYYYY!!!" she cried.

John held himself up with one hand, pinning her body down as he used her. The sensation in his cock was building, burning. He yearned to cum in this delicate, bleeding flower. He saw the blood on the table when he flipped her over. He must have ripped her anus.

And still she wants it.

"Cum in me, Daddy," she whimpered.

His Princess. His child. His toy. His thing.

John yanked her hair harder, making her look up at him, and he spit in her face.

"I'm going to cum so hard, you dumb, little shit!" he growled.

"Yes," Madison whimpered.

John's balls burned, ached, exploded as hot semen raced through his body, violently shooting into the child's bowels.

"GGGGODDDDDDDD!!!" he cried as the first blast filled her.

Madison screamed as the cum burned in her intestines. He was using her. She wasn't worthless. Not completely. She was... useful.

Madison felt like her eyes were on fire. Her orgasm was hot, washing over her like a wave of wet heat. Tears burst from her face as her grool oozed from her pussy. She could feel Daddy's sperm leaking out of her asshole and dripping down onto her soaked cunt.

Madison took a breath and realized as it filled her lungs that she'd been holding it.

"Yes," she whimpered. She didn't have the energy to say more.

Daddy was still fucking her. She could feel her body rocking on the table. His hand was still pinning her down. The pain was incredible, so intense, so electric, so exquisite. Then she felt Daddy's body collapse onto her. She'd fulfilled him. He'd gotten what he needed.

"Thank you," she whispered, hoarsely.

"I love you, Princess," John replied, panting.

The sound of wet fingers inside wetter pussies filled the air around them as John and Madison tried to catch their breath. They heard the girls' voices whimpering as they came to the sight of Daddy and Princess. The rape was complete. It was perfect.

"Lucky bitch," John heard Hannah whisper.

He lifted his head off of Madison's wet hair to look up at Hannah.

"You're next," he told her, and he watched as Hannah came.

Amelia cleared her throat. "I think it's safe to say that Daddy is on board with the idea of starting some rape sessions for you girls."

---

Amelia made sure that John and Madison spent the rest of the night together. By now, he understood the importance of aftercare. He stroked Madison's brow, brushing her hair out of her face as he held her naked body tight to his bare chest in the dark bedroom.

"I love you, Princess," he told her.

"It hurt so bad, Daddy," she said. "Just the way I wanted it."

"It felt so good to me," he told her.

"Just the way I wanted it," she said again, with a smile.

"I'm sorry that I wasn't there to take your cherry," he told her.

"But you raped my virgin asshole at Halloween, Daddy," she said, "And you took my ass tonight so hard...and that makes it all better."

John pushed his cock into Madison's pussy.

"I need you again, Princess," he told her.

"Okay," she whispered.

"Are you sore?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"I want you cum."

"But seriously, Madison, I don't want to hurt you anymore."

"He fucked me three times the night he raped me," she said.

"Oh my god, Princess! I'm so sorry!"

"I want you to keep hurting me, Daddy."

"No, Baby, please."

"Two more times," Madison said, and she took John's hand and put it over her mouth. He thrust into her, and she whimpered.

"Did he call you names?"

Madison nodded under John's hand. He pulled it away.

"Bitch. Whore," Madison whispered.

As John fucked the little girl's sore pussy, he realized he was turned on by the rape she'd experienced.

"Tell me everything, Princess," he told her.

"It's so scary to talk about, Daddy," she whimpered.

"I know, Baby. But I wasn't there. I didn't get to open your pussy. I want to experience it with you now. Tell me how to rape you like he did. I want it, Madison. I want to rape you. Bitch."

Madison was silent for a moment. Then she took a ragged breath.

"He was drunk," she whispered in the darkness. "Whisky, I think. And he smelled like cigarettes, too. It was my birthday, and I could taste the icing from my cake on his lips."

"Yeah?" John asked, thrusting into her wounded, little cunt. "Keep going."

"I knew that mom was out cold. She alwasy drank too much when relatives were around. I knew he was going to rape me someday, but my birthday... It... it hurt so bad. Burned. Like a cut and a bruise at the same time. He told me this was all I deserved for turning eleven."

"Yes," John grunted.

He felt Madison's pussy begin to excrete moisture.

"Was he mean?''

"Yeah," she said.

"Oh, yes," John grunted.

Madison's pussy dilated to receive John more easily. He knew she was getting turned on by how much he was getting turned on.

"Tell me how much it hurt. I want to know how much you hated it."

"It was so bad, Daddy," she whispered. Her little hips thrusted up to meet him. "I hated it so much."

"Oh yes, Princess. I'm so glad it was terrible. You were raped, Baby. He took your little pussy and made it his."

"He just kept thrusting, Daddy!'

Madison's voice was breathy. She wrapped her legs around John.

Oh my god! This little girl is getting off to her own rape!

"He called me a whore and a... a slut. Told me I'd been wanting it."

"Had you? Did you ever tease him? Did you ever look at his crotch and wonder what his dick looked like?"

"I... I watched him fuck mom once. It was so rough. He was mean to her. He hit her. Oh, Daddy. Hit me. Please slap me, Daddy!"

John reached up in the dark and found Madison's soft, warm cheek. He pulled back and brought it down hard on her face.

"I bet your mom liked it rough, Princess."

"I know she did, Daddy. She begged him for it. It made my little pussy wet watching him hit her."

"Was your mom a stupid bitch like you?"

"She was so dumb, Daddy."

"Did she deserve it like you?"

"Yes! YES! I'm just a slut like her!"

"Oh Madison," John gasped. He found her mouth and kissed her. Her little hips were rocking up to meet each thrust.

"I bet your little pussy felt so good to him," John told her.

"Yes!"

"You were just what he needed. You were perfect, Madison. The perfect little victim for his cock."

"YES!"

John slapped her two more times and then pulled her mouth hard to his. He kissed her, thrusting fiercely into her young cunt. He couldn't breathe. He didn't want to. He didn't want her to breathe either. He wanted them to suffocate in desperate passion until...

"FUUUCCCCKKK!!!"

"DDADDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!"

They panted in the dark. Her little cunt was so hot and tight. They held each other.

"That was... Oh, Daddy!'

"I know, Princess. Oh my god, we just got off to the idea of you being raped as an eleven-year-old."

"Daddy, I..."

"What, Princess?"

"I want to find him someday."

John waited. He couldn't imagine the rage that a rape might inspire in her young mind.

"I want to find him and fuck him. I want to give my pussy to him, Daddy."

"Oh, Madison!" John wrapped his arms tight around her. Half of him wanted to protect her from men like that. The other half wanted to watch them fuck her.

"Why, Baby?"

"Because when he raped me, he led me to you."

"Oh, Princess!"

"And he just needed my pussy, Daddy."

John held her. She trembled a bit.

"He raped me three times that night, Daddy. Will you do the third one in my butt?"

John slid his cock out of the twelve-year-old's tight cunt.

"Yes, Princess."

"And this time, just keep your hand over my mouth and fuck me hard. I'm going to imagine that it was you that night. I'm going to imagine that the pain was something I got to give to you."

"I love you, Madison."

"I love you, too, Daddy. I... ooOWWWWmmmmph..."

John held his hand over her little mouth. The slickness of their cum on his dick helped, but her sore, tight ass fought the invasion just the same. He felt her tears on his hand. It turned him on. So did the whimpers. Amelia had told him she was going to teach the girls about consensual non-consent. He needed to tell her that Madison deserved an "A".

When John came in her, he turned her mouth to him and kissed him, her lips wet with tears. When she broke their kiss, he whispered, "Happy Birthday, Madison."