The Dollhouse

"You seriously want to do that to her?" John asked, looking down at Amelia's notes about Tansy's rape session.

"Yes. I believe she's ready for something this intense. I will do my best to prepare her -- without giving up the surprise, of course."

"All of her issues since I've been here have been tied to this part of her past," he said.

"Precisely, and it's because she has not yet overcome these things."

"But, I mean, everything that happened... You're just going to rub salt in those wounds."

"John, her father catching her with her boyfriend and beating her, her boyfriend abandoning her while she was in the hospital for that brunett, her father raping her while she was in the hospital -- all of these things are critical to touch on during her rape session."

"It just seems brutal," John said, slumping down onto a chair and running his fingers through his hair.

"It is. But I fully believe it's necessary."

"I don't want her to hate me again," John sighed.

"I will prepare her to not only get through this, but to come out the other side embracing this experience," Amelia told him.

"I hope you're right," John said.

"Of course I am, Darling," she replied. "Now, as to the matter of Madison's step dad who raped her..." Amelia turned to her keyboard and started typing.

"You found him?" John asked, jumping to rush over to look at Amelia's screen. He leaned over her desk, supporting himself on his hands.

"Her mother almost killed him when she stabbed him, but he recovered and has been living on disability with his own mother ever since."

"Is Madison's mother still in jail?" John asked.

When Amelia brought up a newspaper article on her screen, John gasped.

"What is it, Love?" Amelia asked.

"I know her!" John said. "Holy shit, that's Crystal. Madison is Crystal's daughter?"

Amelia placed her hand over John's. "Yes. Her name is Crystal Glen. She is serving time for stabbing her husband. Well, ex-husband. In light of Madison's rape, she was able to get a rather speedy divorce from him. John, how do you know her?"

"Crystal was my... my girlfriend. I eventually left because she had a drinking problem. God, it must have been what, thirteen years ago, now."

---

"Did you enjoy the BDSM work you've done so far with Daddy?" Amelia asked Tansy.

Tansy rubbed her wrists. "Yeah," she said with a smile.

"I would like to push you even farther in your rape session."

"Oh?" Tansy asked, looking up at Amelia.

Amelia surveyed Tansy's face. The girl still had a bit of baby fat in her cheeks at age fifteen. Not enough to make her look chubby at all, but enough to make her look a bit younger than she actually was. She'll probably always have that effect, Amelia mused. She'll always look young and fresh.

"I want to push some of your buttons," Amelia said.

Tansy tossed her long, blonde hair over her shoulder and batted her long lashes at Amelia.

"Like what?" she asked.

No fear shows on her face, but I know she's trembling inside. She uses those feminine moves when she's worried.

"Like when your boyfriend cheated on you, for instance. Does that worry you?"

"No," Tansy lied.

"How are you handling the fact that John loves Madison and Hannah more than you?" Amelia asked pointedly.

The girl's face sharpened with anger for a moment.

"I don't know. How are you handling the fact that you'll die alone while he fucks little girls for the rest of his life?"

"I've come to terms with the fact that John will never love me as much as he loves all of you. Especially Madison. And if he could marry Hannah right now, I bet he would. I accept that. I draw my strength from the fact that I am the one who gets to give your tight, little pussies to him."

"Hmph," Tansy smirked.

"But you, clearly, have not learned to embrace that yet."

Tansy glared at Amelia for a second. Then her gaze softened.

"Like when you humped yourself on the senator's kinky ass boot?" Tansy asked.

"Precisely," Amelia replied.

"You humiliated yourself, Mommy."

"As you should know from watching Becky, humiliation is very powerful," Amelia replied calmly. "I gladly humiliate myself because it turns me on. I want to humiliate you, Tansy."

Tansy gulped, but she did not break her gaze with Amelia.

"I want to beat you down and break you with all of the things that scare you most about your life. I want to show you how incredibly hot it feels to trust your emotions into the hands of a powerful man who knows you and loves you and is willing to take you to the bottom of your soul. And I want you to do it willingly."

Tansy looked away, at the wood grain of Amelia's desk, out the window, at her shoes -- anywhere but Amelia's face.

"You are the prettiest girl here, Tansy," Amelia said.

"Maybe if I dyed my hair," Tansy scoffed.

"Perhaps, but I don't want you to. And neither does he. He thinks you're sexy. You are. He loves how strong you are, and so do I. What I want is for you to show him how weak you can be as well. You have so much anger inside of you. John is not the object of that anger, your boyfriend and your father are. But John is willing to be the object of your anger in order to help you get over it. Will you let him help you?"

Tansy looked up at Amelia with red eyes.

"I promise that after we are done breaking your soul, we will help you put it back together," Amelia told her.

Tansy nodded her consent.

---

Amelia had John spend the next few days building Tansy up. He commented on her looks. He touched her often: a hand on her shoulder, a squeeze on her arm. He would tuck her hair behind her ear at the dinner table or fondle the ring on her finger -- the one he gave her at the Impurity Ball that said "Daddy's Flower". The night before her rape session, John invited Tansy to his bed. Amelia was having a therapeutic BDSM scene with Hannah and Becky, and John told Tansy that he didn't want to be alone that night.

Her heart leapt when he took her by the hand and led her out of the living room and into the bedroom as all the other girls watched. She was chosen. She was wanted. He called her his flower and kissed her and led her away. In the bedroom, as he undressed her, he commented on how her body was developing.

"Have I ever told you that B-cup tits are my favorite?" John asked as he massaged her chest gently. "Most men like C-cups or D-cups, but not me. I think B is the perfect size. They're so perky and firm, the perfect combination of little girl and grown woman. And yours are the prettiest I have ever seen, Tansy."

She gasped as he took one into his mouth.

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned. "That feels so good."

"I love your chest, Tansy. I want you to show it off more. Unbutton your blouse a bit from now on and let me look down your shirt more. Promise?"

"Daddy," she sighed. "At first, I thought this was going to be my rape session, but..."

"No," John told her. "Tonight is about making love. I just want you, my Flower. I want to taste your nectar."

Tansy squealed as John pushed her down onto the bed. Within seconds her panties were off and his mouth was on her pussy. After making sure that she came, John pushed his dick into her young cunt while looking deeply, longingly into her eyes.

"I'm going to rape you tomorrow Tansy," he told her as he thrust into her.

"I'm ready, Daddy," she replied.

"It's going to be rough."

"Mmmmm, I like it rough."

"No, not just physically rough, Tansy. I'm not just going to fuck you, I'm going to fuck with you -- with your mind. I'm going to say really mean things in order to hurt you, to break you down. I want you to know right now that I love you. But tomorrow I want you to give in to the hurt. I want you to feel completely debased and ashamed. I want to make you feel as worthless as your dad and boyfriend did."

John draped Tansy's legs over his shoulders and pushed deeply into her.

"Okay," she whimpered tentatively.

"I'm going to make you feel ashamed and wounded, and I'm going to do it because I love you. Do you trust me?"

She bit her lip and nodded.

"Good," John said. He pinned her down by pressing her thighs into her chest, and he fucked her.

---

Tansy's pussy was still sore when she came into math class the next morning. She had woken up alone in John's bed, having slept in late. The alarm never went off. She thought she'd made it to math on time, having skipped breakfast, but the stares of her classmates told her she was wrong on that point.

"It's about time you joined us, Tansy," John said coldly.

She unbuttoned the top button on her blouse and tried batting her eyelashes at him to soften him up as she took her seat, but he rolled his eyes and turned back to the board. He wrote "Pythagoras" and turned back to her.

"Can I assume, Tansy, that you're late because you were studying Pythagoras's theorem and can recite it to us?"

John glared at her expectantly. She gulped. The whole class was looking at her, waiting. Tasny looked down at her notebook, flipping through it. She wasn't great at math, but she wasn't horrible. She didn't even remember taking notes on this, though.

Madison raised her hand.

"No, Princess," John said to Madison kindly. "I want to see if Tansy knows the answer to this or if she's just a dumb bitch."

Tansy's jaw dropped. She looked up at John incredulously. "What did you say?" she asked.

"Don't get defiant with me," he warned her. "You're already in trouble for getting here late. Now you can answer the question, or you can face the consequences."

Tansy clenched her jaw. She was seething.

"Like what?" she asked.

John's hand caught her across the face with such a loud smack that several of the girls in the room gasped.

"I should have know," he said, staring down at her, "that you were nothing but a stupid whore."

Tansy's eyes watered from the pain in her cheek. Her chin began to wobble at John's words.

"Get up, cunt," he told her.

When Tansy didn't, he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her out of her desk. She screamed and clawed at his hand. He dragged her up to the front of the room and made her stand.

"Take off your clothes," he ordered.

She didn't move, so he ripped her blouse open, sending buttons flying in every direction. He pushed her bra up and looked at her chest with contempt.

"I hate small titties," he said, and he smacked her hard on the breast.

Tansy cried, not so much from the pain as from the humiliation.

"Now take off your clothes. If you're just going to act like a dumb, blonde bitch, then I'm going to show you what girls like you are good for."

When Tansy didn't move, John slapped her hard across the cheek. "Now," he barked.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, Tansy took her torn blouse and bra off. Then she unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She pushed her panties down her thighs as her classmates watched. She started to take off her mary jane heels, but John stopped her.

"Don't," he said. "They're the most sexy thing you have going for yourself at the moment, and I'm going to need something to focus on while I fuck your worthless cunt."

Tansy closed her eyes in shame as she stood before her class in nothing but her knee socks and shoes.

"Now bend over my desk. I'm going to spank you for your impertinence."

When she did so, John rubbed his hand over her ass.

"I'm going to hit you five times, and I want you to call each one out followed by 'thank you, Daddy'. If you don't say it before the next time I hit you, then that one won't count. Do you understand, whore?"

Tansy nodded her head. She just stared at the puddle of her tears that was forming on the desk in front of her. When the first smack hit, she screamed at the pain. It took her a moment to remember what to do.

"One," she whimpered. "Thank you, Daddy."

John smacked her again.

"Ow! Two. Thank you, Daddy."

Smack

This time she didn't cry out. She clenched her jaw. But by the time she had steeled herself to take the pain, another blow was already landing, taking her by surprise.

"Owowow!" she cried. "Th-th-three. Thank you, Daddy."

Smack

"F-four. Th-thank you, Daddy."

The next blow hit so hard that she saw stars.

"What do you say, bitch?" John reminded her.

"Five," she whispered. "Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, slut," he said. "Now I want you to stay in this position while I fuck you to see if you're even worth anything."

John's cock was already raging hard, and he shoved it into Tansy's cunt. She was dry. Clearly, the girl hadn't learned to embrace her humility yet.

"God, this is horrible," John commented. "Your pussy feels like shit inside."

Tansy whimpered, stifling a sob.

"Becky, would you come up here and kiss me while I fuck Tansy's disgusting cunt. I need something to help me get off."

"Of course, Daddy," Becky crooned, strutting up to the front of the room. "I'm not surprised that she's a lousy fuck. I always have to fake my orgasms with her because she's so bad at it."

"She's nothing like you, Becky. God, you're so sexy with that dark brown hair. Remember how much you turned me on when I first saw you with it?"

"Do I?!" Becky said. "You fucked me on this same desk while the rest of the class watched."

Tansy heard them kissing then felt John start thrusting into her pussy.

"That's so much better. You're such a better fuck than her, Becky. I wish I could fuck you right now instead of her, but I have to teach this dumb bitch a lesson."

Tansy's body shook with sobs as she cried. John and Becky laughed at her, and he kept thrusting into her cunt.

"I'm glad she's crying," Becky said. "Maybe it will make her prettier."

"Why don't you lay down on the desk, Becky, and I'll make her eat your pussy. I bet her tears will feel good on your hot cunt. I'll fuck her hard and make her cry good for you. Maybe we can get some use out of her worthless body."

Becky laughed as she got into position in front of Tansy. John took the blonde by the hair and lifted her face up long enough for Becky to scoot her pussy under Tansy's face.

"Mmmmmm, you're right, Daddy," Becky crooned. "Her tears do feel good on my pussy. Make her cry for me, Daddy."

"Lick her, you worthless bitch," John growled as he thrust into Tansy.

Becky held Tansy's head down onto her cunt, rubbing her twat on the younger girl's face. As John continued to thrust into Tansy, he felt a tinge of moisture and smiled to himself. Involving her lover with him in the humiliation had the desired effect. Tansy was starting to get into it.

"Her pussy's getting wet," John told Becky. "I think she's starting to like getting used like this."

"Mmmm, I love using her with you, Daddy."

"Take your blouse off, Becky," John said. I want Tansy to look at your big, pretty C-cup tits while I fuck her so that she can know what she has to aspire to if she wants to be attractive."

John grabbed Tansy by the hair and lifted her up so she could watch Becky fondle her own chest.

"If you had hair and tits like Becky, you might actually be pretty," John growled in her ear. "But you're not, so you're just going to have to learn to be a fucktoy if you want men to like you."

John pushed her face back down between Becky's legs and continued to fuck her pussy. Tansy was really wet now.

"Penelope, Madison," John called, "get up here, please."

The two brunette girls came up and stood on either side of John as he fucked Tansy from behind.

"Penelope, I love you," he said, drawing the fourteen-year-old to him and kissing her. "There's a reason I took you on a date and not Tansy. You're such an incredible fuck. You'll always be a better fuck than Tansy."

"Thank you, Daddy," Penelope giggled.

"And Madison," he said, turning to the twelve-year-old and kissing her. "I want you to know that I will never ever love Tansy as much as I love you."

"I know, Daddy. I love you, too," Madison replied.

"Now you two brunettes bend over Tansy's worthless blonde body and kiss so that I can look at you while I fuck her."

The girls giggled and leaned in to kiss each other. The humiliation was working. John could feel how wet Tansy was.

"Fuck yes, girls. Oh, that's so good," John moaned. "Now lift her up by her hair and spit in her face and tell her how worthless she is."

Penelope laughed at Tansy as she spit in her face. "You dumb cunt. You'll never be as good at fucking as me."

"I feel sorry for you," Madison told Tansy. "He will never love you like he loves me. Ever!" She spit hard in Tansy's face and pushed her back down into Becky's cunt.

"Yes!" John cried out as Penelope and Madison went back to kissing over Tansy's body. "Oh fuck yes! My three pretty brunettes! Oh, god, I love you girls. I love you so much more than Tansy! Oh fuck!"

John heard Tansy moaning into Becky's cunt. He lifted Tansy by the hair again. "They're better than you, aren't they, Tansy?"

"Yes, Daddy!" she cried.

"Say it, bitch."

"They're so much better than me, Daddy." Tansy was thrusting back into John as he fucked her. She was clearly turned on beyond a shadow of a doubt now.

"You're lucky I'm even fucking you, whore," John said.

"I know, Daddy. I'm so worthless."

"You're right," John said taking his cock out of Tansy's pussy. "You're too worthless to even fuck. Aren't you?"

Tansy gasped when he pulled his dick out, but she agreed.

"Yes, Daddy. I'm too dumb and worthless," Tansy moaned as she reached down to finger her pussy.

"Penelope, lie on top of Tansy," John said. "She's only good enough to be a mattress for me to use to fuck someone I really want."

Tansy cried out at John's words, but she kept rubbing her pussy. Penelope crawled up onto the desk and then lay back on top of Tansy's back. When John shoved his dick into Penelope's wet pussy, Tansy felt it.

"Oh, Penny!" John cried out. "Your cunt feels incredible. You're so much better than Tansy's dumb twat."

"I know," Penelope crooned. "Fuck me, Daddy. She couldn't make you cum but I will."

"Oh, god, Penelope!" John cried out. "YES! Oh, fuck, I'm going to cum in you, Precious!"

"Yes, Daddy!" Penelope cried.

"I'm never going to fuck Tansy again!" John gasped. He heard Tansy whimper and felt her body shake under Penelope. "Penelope! OH GOD! PENELOPE! I'M CUMMING! UUNNGGH!!"

"YES, DADDY!" Penelope cried. "I'm cumming too. OH FUCK!"

As John leaned over and kissed Penelope, he heard Tansy cry out in ecstasy. As if on cue, everyone in the class started laughing. Amelia came in with Hannah. "What's all this racket?" she asked.

"The dumb bitch came while we were using her as a mattress," John explained.

"Well, I'm glad she's useful for something," Amelia commented.

As John pulled his dick out of Penelope's pussy, a glob of cum ran out of her onto Tansy's back.

"Do you feel that?" John asked. "You couldn't make me cum, but Penelope did it in a matter of minutes."

"Yes, Daddy," Tansy whimpered.

John helped Penelope off of Tansy and had her get in Becky's place with her pussy under Tansy's face.

"Lick my cum out of her, you worthless bitch. All you're good for is cleaning up the messes I make in girls that are prettier and better than you."

Tansy licked John's cum out of Penelope. Then he made her clean his dick off.

"I have one last assignment for you, Tansy," Amelia told her. "I want you to lie on the desk spread your legs and masturbate in front of the class while chanting, 'I'm not worth fucking.'"

Tansy whimpered and cried as she lay back on the desk and spread her thighs to her classmates.

"I'm not worth fucking," she sobbed, rubbing her pussy.

"Louder," Amelia ordered.

"I'm not worth fucking!" Tansy exclaimed.

"Louder!" Amelia commanded.

"I'M NOT WORTH FUCKING!!" Tansy cried, as her back arched, and her fingers darted into her pussy. She came in front of them, crying out and writhing from the intensity of the orgasm.

After she finished, John and Amelia helped her up. He wrapped a blanket around her and held her in his arms as Amelia stroked her face.

"You did it," she said. "You faced your fear and embraced it."

"I c-came so h-hard, Mommy," Tansy muttered.

"You did. You were such a good, little cuckquean, letting Daddy use you as a mattress to fuck other girls. I'm so very proud of you, Tansy."

"Th-thank you, Mommy," Tansy said, shivering.

"I'm proud of you, too, my little Flower," John said, kissing her forehead.

He lifted her up and carried her out of the room and back to the bedroom where they had fucked the night before.

"You finally trusted me," he said as he laid Tansy down. "I felt your pussy moisten, and I knew you had finally broken."

John pushed her thighs apart and positioned his cock between her labia. Tansy started crying.

"You said you'd never fuck me again," she sobbed.

"I know, Flower. But that was just your session. And it's over now. Now we go back to making love."

"But..." she said, "what if I don't want you to fuck my worthless pussy?"

"Tansy, you're not worthless," John insisted.

"But it felt so good to be that dumb whore," she said.

"Oh, Tansy," John crooned.

She reached between her thighs and pushed John's cock head down from her pussy to her asshole.

"My pussy is too worthless for your amazing cock, Daddy," she said. "So you should spank it instead of fucking it. And take my ass instead because it's tighter and better. And spank my stupid, little titties too."

"Tansy, I was serious last night when I told you I love your tits."

"I know," she said. "But right now I want to be worthless for you. If you can find pleasure in hurting my body and fucking my ass, then I'll find my worth again."

"Oh, Tansy!"

"When you came inside of Penelope on top of me, and I felt her cum drip out onto my back, that was the most incredible sensation of my life. I was able to give you an orgasm by being a mattress. That's like so humiliating and so hot. I want to feel that again. I know this is supposed to be my aftercare where you show me how much you love me and all, but I want to earn that by being your bitch first."

John's heart ached with love for the broken little girl beneath him.

"I'm going to fuck your ass and rip you open," he told her.

"Yes!" she cried.

"And the only attention your pussy is getting tonight is pain."

"Oh, god, yes!"

John smacked her cunt. She gasped, but then she lifted her hips, offering her pussy to him to hit again. He slapped it over and over, making it red. She thrust out her tits, and John slapped them, too. Then he slapped her face and felt the tears there. He rubbed his dick on her cheeks.

"I'm going to use your tears as lube when I rape your virgin ass, slut," he said.

Tansy whimpered as she closed her eyes and felt John's dick rubbing all over her face. His cock was hard and hot, so big and manly. He smacked her cheeks with it, then he positioned it back at her asshole. He covered her mouth and said, "Scream all you want. No one will hear you."

Tansy did scream at the pain in her ass as John violently shoved himself into her. It felt so wrong, so intrusive. Nothing should ever go in there, only come out.

"Oh, you're so fucking tight, bitch," John growled as he finally bottomed out in her virgin ass. "You won't be after I'm done with you."

The wrongness of the sensation, the pain of the stretching, the trapped feeling of being held under John's body with his hand over her mouth -- it all made Tansy feel so wounded and used and... wet.

John lifted his hand from her mouth when she stopped screaming.

"Tell me you love the pain, bitch," he said.

Tansy nodded. "It hurts more than when my dad raped my pussy in the hospital," she blurted.

"Good," John said, and Tansy whimpered.

As he pulled out and shoved back into her, he said, "Your dad knew what you were. Just a worthless whore. He used you the way you deserved. Being raped is all you deserve, isn't it, Tansy?"

"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered.

John slapped her face as he started fucking her ass in earnest. He pinched her nipples and pulled hard on them.

"He was probably as disappointed as I am in how small your tits are. Maybe if I beat them, they'll swell up and look pretty for once."

Tansy cried out as each blow landed on her chest. Then John reached down and forcefully shoved two fingers into Tansy's cunt. He laughed when he felt how wet she was.

"Your pussy is so stupid that it gets wet when I beat you," he said. He ripped his fingers out and shoved them into Tansy's mouth, saying, "Taste your shame, bitch." Then he slapped her cunt several more times, making her scream as his fingers slapped her sensitive, engorged clit.

"Tell me how worthless you are," John growled.

"I'm so worthless, Daddy," she cried.

"A worthless what?" John prodded.

"Bitch," Tansy cried, and John slapped her face.

"What else?"

"I'm a whore, Daddy!" He slapped her tits.

"You're not a whore," John said. "Whores know how to make men cum."

"Cum in me, Daddy, please," Tansy begged through her tears. "I want to feel your cum in my worthless ass.

John hammered into Tansy's pussy. In truth, her suffering was turning him on a lot. The way she was embracing her degradation made him proud as her therapist. But the way she cried and flinched made him hot as her sadist.

"You're not going to cum this time," he told her. "But you're going to make me cum, despite the pain. Because of the pain. Give me your pain, you little bitch."

"Yes, Daddy!" she cried. "Take my pain. I want you to have it. I want to hurt for you, Daddy. Hurt my little asshole."

John moaned as the fifteen-year-old pushed back against him, wincing at each thrust.

"I just want you to cum," she cried.

With that, with her sacrifice, he did. His dick swelled as his balls clenched and unloaded his hot sperm into her bruised and wounded bowels. She cried at the burning sensation, and John held her.

"I did it," she whimpered.

John leaned down and kissed Tansy's mouth.

"I'm proud of you, Flower."

John pulled out of Tansy's ass, eliciting a final yell of pain from the girl. He pulled her close and brought the blanket over them. He held her, spooning her, kissing her neck. They just rested quietly for some time.

"Daddy," she said, breaking the silence, "Madison told me about what she wants. How she wants to give her pussy to her rapist."

"Yeah?"

"And Mommy, when she was preparing us for our rape sessions, asked if we would willingly give our bodies to our rapists for his own pleasure..."

"We would never make you..." John began.

"I know, Daddy. I do. But I think I could. I think I could let him fuck me, let my dad fuck me."

"He wouldn't be as loving," John started.

Tansy kissed John.

"Nobody I've fucked has been as loving as you, Daddy," she said. "But sex isn't just about love, is it?"

"No, my little Flower. It's often about lust or power. Tasny, you're so strong, I know you could do anything you set your mind to."

"But you taught me how to be weak today, and I think that you taught me a whole new kind of strength in doing that."

"I'm proud of you for learning that, Tansy, but what if he..." John found himself choked with emotion as he thought of how Tansy's father had hospitalized her when he beat her for fucking her boyfriend. "...what if he put you in the hospital again?"

"He can break my bones, Daddy, but he can't break my spirit ever again. Tell Mommy that I want to offer my body to my rapist father. I'm not afraid of him anymore. I want him to hurt me and fuck me and cum in me."

"I love you, Tansy," John said, taking the child into his arms. "I couldn't be more proud of you."