The Dollhouse

"Madison can barely walk today," Amelia commented to John as she came into the office and sat down behind her desk. "I take it that her rape session was a brilliant success?"

"Yeah," John grunted, pushing a pile of paperwork away from him with a sigh.

"What is it, Love?" Amelia asked.

"She wants to go back to her stepdad," John muttered.

Amelia's eyebrow arched up.

"She wants to give herself to him," John said.

"Oh my," Amelia commented, opening the top button of her blouse. "How do you feel about that, Darling?"

"I hate it. I hate him for hurting her. But I..."

"You're extremely turned on by it at the same time?"

"What the fuck is wrong with me, Amelia?"

"John, Darling," Amelia said, getting up and perching her ass on the edge of John's desk. She ran her fingers through his hair. "I know that so much of this is so new to you. But you have to understand that this is an incredible achievement."

"That she wants to give herself back to the man who ruined her life?" John croaked as tears welled in his eyes. "And why does it make my dick hard?"

Amelia slid off the desk onto her knees. She unzipped John's slacks and pulled his erection out.

"Madison told me that your cock is the most wonderful, powerful thing in her world. She has dreams of it where it's as large as a tree, and she wraps her whole body around it, trying to rub it to get it off. When the cum finally sprays out, it falls down on her head in globs that cover her entirely, and she feels such bliss. She usually cums from those dreams, John."

John gasped as Amelia took his hot, raging member into her mouth. He hated being turned on by Madison's rape, but he somehow couldn't help it. Her tears last night had turned him on so much. His own tears fell down now, splashing onto Amelia's hand at his waist. She looked up into his wet eyes as she slid her mouth up the length of his member slowly. She slipped him out of her mouth with a slurpy pop.

"I wasn't going to stop, Amelia," he whispered. "If Madison had begged me to stop, I don't think..."

Amelia pulled up her skirt as she climbed onto John's lap.

"I wouldn't let you hurt her, John, not truly," she said, rubbing his cock up and down her wet slit.

"But you were so turned on by how rough it was. What if you'd wanted me to hurt her? What if all of the people who are supposed to protect her violate her instead?"

Amelia put her weight on John's dick and slowly let herself down onto him. He felt the warmth of her cunt expanding to accept him, and he groaned.

"She needed what you gave her," Amelia said. "I need you to rape all my girls, John. I know it's not easy. You're suffering a kind of top-drop. The emotions and the endorphins you experienced last night are gone, and you're left with a gaping hole inside. You think you're a monster, but you're not."

"I am."

"No, Darling," she said as she started to slowly slide herself up and down his shaft. "You're the best Daddy. They love you. You've earned their love. Even if you'd truly hurt Madison last night, she would have forgiven you. But you didn't hurt her, you empowered her."

"To fuck her rapist?!"

"Yes, John! You freed her from the pain of that encounter. She now wants to take the thing that ruined her and claim it in her own way."

"Amelia, you can't possibly be considering letting her fuck him!" John protested.

Amelia leaned over and kissed John.

"I fucked my rapist," she told him. "And it felt incredible."

"Your uncle?" John gasped as Amelia clenched her pussy around his dick.

"Oh, yes. After my Daddy fucked me, I went back to my uncle. I wanted to get revenge, but when I saw the way he looked at me, it made me so wet. I reached under my skirt and pulled my panties down. He pushed me onto the bed, oh!"

John thrust up to meet Amelia, hitting her clit with his pelvic bone.

"He was so rough, so different from Daddy. His hands were harsh, demanding, his cock so big and filling. He looked me in the eyes and told me that I was his slut, and I said yes."

John took Amelia by the hips and started lifting her and pulling her down onto himself.

"Why?" John begged as he fucked Amelia.

"Because I loved it, John. I needed it. Oh god, yes! I wanted his dick in me again. I knew how to fuck now that Daddy had taught me and -- ungh -- I wanted to feel him inside me again."

John head was swimming as he and Amelia crashed into each other over and over.

"He thought he was using me. But I was getting exactly what I wanted from him."

John lifted Amelia and laid her back on his desk. He pistoned his dick in and out of her sloppy wet cunt.

"Fuck me hard like my uncle, John," Amelia begged. "Take your fear and your self loathing out on my little pussy."

John's tears fell down onto Amelia's face as he hate fucked her cunt.

"I want to watch him use her," John admitted.

"YES!" Amelia cried.

"I want to watch her cunt ripped open by him again!"

"He'll be so rough," Amelia cried out. "Hurting her, bruising her."

"I want to hear her cries," John groaned.

"YES! Watch her suffer for him," Amelia gasped. "Oh, John! I'm cumming!"

John groaned like a beast, moving the desk with the ferocity of his thrusts into Amelia's cunt."

"UUUNNNNNGHGGGHG!!!" he moaned as his dick filled her.

John collapsed onto Amelia, spent both physically and emotionally. She stroked his hair.

"I will find him for her, John. And despite the illegality, I will make this happen for her. It will hurt her. She will cry. But there will be one very definite difference between what she experienced a year ago and what she'll experience this time: it will be her choice."

---

Amelia met with each of the girls in their individual therapy sessions to discuss their rape play with John. She made it clear that she wanted them to endure something similar to the initial rape they had encountered. As each of them gave her details about what they suffered through, she could tell that they were going back and forth between feeling scared about facing those memories and being turned on by the idea of John using them.

Since Hannah and Julie had never had a man penetrate them non-consensually, she decided to create a BDSM scene for each of them to experience with John. For Tansy and Penelope, she wanted something that smacked of the pain and humiliation that they had endured. Becky, however, was used to being forcefully taken by John. Amelia wanted to push her boundaries even farther than what the girl had experienced in her past.

With each girl, after they outlined the session that they were going to have with John, Amelia would explain that she wanted it to be disturbing. She wanted them to face their fears.

"You'll be able to trust Daddy explicitly, so I want you to remember all of the pain that you endured, dig deep into the emotions, and know that the man that is raping you this time loves you."

The girls all agreed and understood. At the end of the session, Amelia said to each of them, "You don't have to answer this now, but I want you to consider what you would do if you encountered your rapist someday in the future. Would you want to kill him? Run away from him? Report him? Or would you feel resolved enough, healed enough to let him fuck you again? Would you willingly offer your body to your rapist for his own pleasure?"

---

Hannah was in the kitchen slicing vegetables for dinner. She enjoyed working in the kitchen. She would often daydream, fantasizing about being John's wife. She would kick off her shoes so that she could work barefoot. She would imagine him coming home from the office and fucking her on the kitchen table then leaving her to clean up the mess while he watched TV. Then the kids would come in and eat dinner on the table where their dad had just fucked her. Maybe, she thought, as she shoved a carrot up her cunt, she would feed her pussy juice to them in their dinner and see whether they noticed.

Her mind was lost in one of those perverted reveries when John slipped up behind her. He put one hand over her mouth. With the other hand, he pinned her arms behind her.

"You look awfully pretty, bitch," he hissed.

He pushed her face down onto the counter as he held her there, he reached up under her skirt and ripped her panties off of her. He shoved them in her mouth and then pushed her skirt up over her hips.

Keeping her hands pinned behind her with one hand, John took his cock and guided it to her pussy. He pushed into her without preamble. Her pussy was still tight, clenching, resisting. She struggled to get free from his grasp, but he easily held her in place.

He pushed his cock into her, forcing her open. Hannah's cries were muffled by the panties in her mouth. John didn't stop. He could see her eyes watering. He knew he was hurting her. He also knew that she wanted this.

"I'm going to fuck you, little girl," he grunted.

Slowly he pressed his way into her. Quickly, he pulled back and slammed into her again. She squealed. The panties in her mouth were already wet with her saliva. John took ahold of her hair and yanked her head up and started pounding her. As his hips crashed into her, slapping her ass cheeks, he felt her pussy start to gush.

"You like being used like a whore, don't you, cunt? Well, don't worry. I'm going to ride you until I'm satisfied."

John let go of Hannah's hair and picked up a wooden spoon off the counter. He smacked her ass with it, causing her to scream into her gag. Hannah came as John pistoned into her and smacked her ass. Her muffled cries, and the moisture of her spasming cunt brought John to his own climax quickly.

"Oh fuck, you little bitch! You're cumming all over me! You dirty! Fucking! WHOOOOOOORRRREEE!"

John gave her one last smack on the ass and then threw the spoon down next to her head. He picked up the knife and pressed the flat of it to her cheek, wet with tears.

"If you tell anyone about this, I'll cut you," he growled. Then he dropped the knife and pushed her head down onto the counter. "You better have this dinner done on time, too."

With that, he pulled his dick out of her and wiped it off on her skirt and walked out, leaving her there.

At dinner, everyone noticed that Hannah had trouble sitting down.

"Something wrong with your ass?" Becky teased. Hannah just looked up at her and smiled.

---

Julie was in her bed. The lights were out. The other girls had been told what would happen so that they wouldn't be afraid. John crept in in the darkness with a stocking over his head and put his hand over Julie's mouth. She struggled, first out of shock, but then out of genuine fear as John dragged her away from her bed.

In the hall, he put duct tape over her mouth and tied her hands behind her back. Then he led her to Hannah's empty bedroom. She was sleeping with Amelia tonight so that John and Julie could have this rape. John pushed her inside and closed the door. She turned to him with fear in her eyes, and he slapped her across the face. Then he pushed her down onto the bed.

John ripped her panties off of her and smelled them while she lay there staring up at him. It hadn't been that long since Julie had offered her cherry to John. Her red hair was splayed around her face, and her blue eyes were watering as she looked up at him. John realized that her fear actually looked delicious to him.

"I'm going to fuck you, little girl," he told her.

Julie tried to squirm off the bed, but John was easily able to hold the fourteen-year-old's body in place. He pushed his hands up her sheer nightgown until he found her A-cup breasts. He mauled them forcefully, squeezing her little tits, pinching her little nipples until she screamed through her nose.

He held her by the hair and made her watch as he took his dick out. He rubbed it on her face, shaking her by the hair when she tried to turn away. Then he pushed her onto her belly and forced her legs apart. Her little body was so easy to manhandle. He guided his cock into her cunt. She was dripping wet. John laughed.

"You struggle and squirm, little bitch, but I can see how much you like this."

John fucked Julie's pussy as he held her down. She was so tight. His was the only cock to ever fill her. She was even tighter than Madison's twelve-year-old cunt, and she wasn't as deep. He kept hitting her cervix, making her scream at the shock of feeling his dick punch her there.

Then John pulled out and flipped her over onto her back.

"Your naughty pussy loves being raped, doesn't it? I should spank it."

John brought his hand down onto her cunt with a smack. He could feel the light downy fluff of her red pubic hair. She screamed through her gag and tried to kick her legs. John forced them open and smacked her pussy again and again. Then he couldn't take it any longer. He pushed his dick into the tight sphincter of her ass.

"Now it's time to really rape you, bitch," he growled.

Julie struggled, trying to get away, but John was able to hold her hips tightly and pull her onto his shaft, splitting her virgin asshole open with his seven inch cock. By the time his head was inside her, she was sobbing. Tears were pouring down her cheeks, falling back down her face and into her hair. John shoved until he bottomed out inside of her. Then he pulled the stocking off his head, ripped the duct tape off her mouth and kissed her.

Julie stopped squirming. She opened her mouth to her Daddy, moaning as he cradled one hand behind her neck and wrapped the other around her waist. He kept his mouth on hers as he pulled back and hammered into her ass. She screamed into his mouth.

"I love you, Julie," John whispered. He started fucking her ass. "I love raping you, you dumb little bitch."

"Daddy," she whimpered.

"Tell me that you love it, too, slut," he begged.

"I do!" Julie cried . "It hurts so bad, Daddy! I can't stand the pain, but... Please don't stop."

John thrust hard into her little hole.

"You gave me your pussy cherry, but your anal cherry I took from you," he said.

"Yes!" she cried.

"God help me, your pain is turning me on, Julie."

"YES!"

"Cry for me, little Cherry. Cry while I rape your ass."

"YEESSSSS!!!!"

John hammered into Julie over and over, savoring the tears as they flowed down her face, savoring the whimpers that escaped her tiny, little, red lips.

"You're my bitch, Julie," he groaned. "My whore. My fuckdoll."

"Yes, Daddy! YES! YES!" she cried as tears made her freckled skin glisten in the moonlight coming through the window.

John came with a grunt as he shoved himself into the little teenager's ass. She winced as she felt his cock swell with each squirt. She sobbed as his cum burned her insides. And when he turned her head to him, she opened her mouth as he planted his kisses on her lips.

John left his throbbing dick in her as he untied her bonds. Then he pulled her body into a ball and spooned her on the bed. Her ass was so tight, that it kept him from losing his erection.

"You're still hard, Daddy, do you need to fuck me again?" he heard her little voice whisper in the night.

"I want to pull my dick out of your ass and make you suck it clean he told her."

Julie gasped. She moaned as he slowly extracted his cock from her ass. Then she turned around and lowered her mouth onto his dirty cock. John moaned as he felt her lips close around him. He pushed into her mouth, feeling her suck as he pulled back out. She lifted her head and smiled at him. Her pale, freckled skin looked so beautiful in the moonlight.

"It tastes nasty and sexy at the same time," she told him.

He leaned over and kissed her, pushing his tongue into her.

"I need to fuck you again," he said.

Julie turned and snuggled her back against him. She reached down and guided his his dick to her cunt.

"No, the other one," he whispered.

He heard her gasp. She hesitated a moment before she repositioned his head to her ass.

"You're too sore, aren't you?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered truthfully. "But that's why I want it. I love hurting for you, Daddy."

"You're such a good bitch, Julie."

"If I said, no, though, would you still do it?"

"Yes," John said. "This is a rape session, Julie. The word 'no' is part of the fun. So do you want me to fuck your ass again?"

"No, Daddy," she whimpered, and she pushed her ass down against his dick.

"Too bad," he growled.

"It hurts so much," she whimpered, and he heard the quivering in her voice.

"Good," he whispered, and he pushed into her, causing her to scream.

John covered her mouth with his hand, and he started to fuck her in earnest. It was easier now. His cum was lubricating her nicely. But she still felt so wonderfully tight.

Then John stopped his thrusting.

"Why should I have to do all the work, you little bitch?" he said.

Julie lay there panting, breathing hard through her nose.

"Fuck me back, whore," he growled in her ear.

The sensation of her little ass pushing back to meet him, cocking her hips to return his thrust as tears poured from her eyes. He knew that she was in so much pain.

"I'm going to stop, but you have to keep fucking me, Julie. I won't pull my dick out of you until I cum. So you better fuck me good with this little ass. The harder you do me, the quicker it will be over."

Julie whimpered. John took his hand off her mouth and reached down to cup her breasts. He pinched her nipples as she pushed her trembling hips back to fuck his dick.

"It hurts so much!" she cried.

"Do it," he ordered. "Make me cum, you whore."

Her sobs were like tortured music to his ears as she pulled away from his cock and thrust back into him. It was so tight. She felt incredible. Despite having just cum, he knew he was going to blow a load in her soon.

"Harder," he barked.

She thrust back, making her ass clop against his hips.

"Yes! Harder!" he ordered.

Soon Julie was fucking herself on his dick with a desperate ferocity. John knew her ass must be burning inside, but she was so dedicated in how she fucked him. He pulled harder and harder on her little nipples. She cried out, and this time, he let her. Her sobs filled the room with the slapping of their skin. And then he was there.

John turned Julie's head and kissed her as his dick exploded its cum into her a second time.

"Did you like it, Daddy?" she asked weakly when he broke their kiss.

"You were perfect, little Cherry," he told her.

John wrapped his arms around Julie and left his dick inside her. She snuggled back against him, wincing at the pain. Soon the were both snoring. John woke momentarily to the sound of Julie crying out as her tight ass pushed his limp dick out of her. He pulled her closer and pulled a blanket up to cover them. Her little body felt so fragile and weak. John sighed contentedly, savoring the ache in his dick from fucking her tight hole. Soon he was sleeping again.