The Dollhouse

"You've come rather far, I'd say," Amelia told Becky, as they sat at the side table in her office.

Amelia poured tea into their cups and offered the sugar to Becky who refused. Becky took a sip of her tea and set it back down.

"Rather?" Becky asked.

"Well," Amelia said, sipping her own tea and then setting it down. "I believe I can push you just a tad father." She cocked her eyebrow at the girl.

"I can barely imagine what you want to put me through," Becky said with a smile.

"I hope," Amelia said, reaching over to tuck Becky's hair behind her ear, "that you can't imagine it at all."

Becky sat in stunned silence, looking Amelia in the eye. It was clear that her therapist was talking about humiliation and degradation. She bit her lip. Her pussy felt wet at Amelia's words, and her breath quickened at the woman's touch.

"That being said," Amelia pulled her hand back from Becky's face and laid it on the manila folder next to her tea cup, "we have some things to discuss."

"Okay," Becky whispered, feeling suddenly both aroused and scared.

"We outlined your hard limits when we first started your therapy. And I dare say that we have pushed you past some of those limits, have we not?"

Becky smiled and nodded, proud of the ways she had let John and Amelia degrade her.

"You've been beaten in front of your peers. You have let Daddy use you as a urinal in class. You have been fucked in your pussy and your ass numerous times and always very roughly."

"Mommy, you're making me wet," Becky teased.

"My point, Rebecca," Amelia said, punctuating her words with a wry smile, "is that I am proud of you. You are, for all intents and purposes, ready to graduate as soon as you turn eighteen. In fact, I think your rape session will be the culmination of your therapy."

"Graduate?" Becky asked, her eyes getting big. "I hadn't even thought that far."

"I'm glad you haven't up to this point," Amelia replied. "You have been focused on your therapy, on opening yourself up sexually and emotionally. You were a lousy twat when you first came to me."

Becky laughed and nodded. "Yeah, I was definitely a bitch."

"But I think now, you are not only in touch with yourself but with your peers -- and with Daddy and me."

Becky smiled, feeling somehow shy of the praise.

"I love you, Becky," Amelia said, leaning over to lay a hand on the girl's thigh. "And when you leave this place, you do so with my blessing. But I hope that you will come back. You can make anything of yourself that you want."

"What if..." Becky started, fidgeting with her fingers in her lap, looking at Amelia's hand on her thigh and feeling the warmth of the woman's touch. "What if all I want is this?"

"What do you mean, Love?"

"I just want to be... fucked and used."

"Well," Amelia smiled, leaning closer, "if you want to be a whore, I know someone who can help you down that path."

Becky nodded, knowing that Amelia was talking about the senator. She had connections into the underworld. In fact, some of the girls suspected that Senator Sharon Rose ran several brothels and that she had set up The Dollhouse to produce whores from little girls that would have otherwise wound up in jail or the foster system.

Penelope had first come up with the theory not long after she arrived. The other girls thought she was nuts at first, looking for a conspiracy theory because she's a nerd. But the girls watched after that point, trying to prove Penelope wrong, but the more they saw of Sharon, the more they believed it might be true. And now this.

"The senator?" Becky asked.

"She has connections," Amelia replied. "And I know that she pays her girls well. Do you want to fuck men for money?"

"I don't really even care about the money," Becky replied, taking Amelia's hand on her thigh and guiding under her skirt to her wet panties. "I just want to be fucked," she whispered, looking at Amelia through her eyelashes.

She felt Amelia's fingers rubbing over the wet gusset of her panties. The woman pushed it aside and shoved two fingers into Becky's cunt.

"Yes, Mommy!" Becky gasped. "I just want to be fucked. I just want to be a little slut."

"You can be a slut no matter what else you do in life," Amelia said as she started slowly fucking her fingers in and out of Becky's pussy. "You could be a banker and a slut, an executive and a slut, a teacher and a..."

"I want to be a slut and nothing else," Becky said pushing her hips forward minutely to meet Amelia's thrusts.

"Will you go back to your uncle?" Amelia asked.

"Of course!" Becky said. "I want him to pimp me out to the men who raped me. I want him to know that I've been cured of everything that held me back from embracing the fact that I'm a worthless set of holes."

"Becky!" Amelia snapped, turning her fingers to stroke the girl's g-spot. "You are so much more than that!"

"But that's all I want to be."

"You're so young still," Amelia started.

"Mmmmmm exactly," Becky said, rolling her head back to savor the sensations inside of her cunt. "I'm a tight, little morsel for men to devour. I want to make as many cocks happy as I can while my body is young and desirable."

"Just because you age doesn't take that away, Darling," Amelia challenged. "Look at me. Look at Doctor Winters."

"Yeah, but I bet you were even sexier when you were younger. I mean, come on. Look at how hard Granddad fucks us little bitches when he gets the chance."

Becky raised her head, opened her eyes and looked Amelia in the face. Amelia could tell that Becky was trying to push her buttons, trying to get Amelia to slap her or hurt her in some way.

"You little cunt," Amelia responded playfully. "How dare you?" she asked with a smile right before she slapped Becky hard across the mouth.

"I'm going to make sure you are raped beyond recognition before you graduate from this place," Amelia said coolly. "No one will want your stupid cunt by the time we're done with you."

"Yes!" Becky gasped.

Amelia pulled her fingers out of the girl's cunt and licked them.

"No!" Becky cried when she felt the emptiness between her legs.

"Getting back on track," Amelia said, dabbing the cunt juice from the corners of her mouth with her napkin. "Let's discuss your hard limits."

"I don't have any anymore," Becky said, sourly.

"Really?" Amelia asked, opening the folder. "So fecal matter is fine?"

Becky glared at her.

"What about choking you until you pass out?"

"Okay, fine!" Becky said. "I have some limits."

Amelia reached down to her purse that sat on the floor by her chair. She reached in and pulled out a ball. It looked like a cat toy. It was a plastic mesh sphere that had a jingle bell inside.

"What's that?" Becky said.

"Your safeword," Amelia responded.

"So we're not using yellow and red anymore?"

"You can't very well call red when your mouth is gagged can you?" Amelia replied with a cocked eyebrow.

Becky's interest was piqued. She reached forward and picked up the little ball. She shook it to hear the jingle.

"Are you going to dress me like a kitty?"

"All you need to know is that this toy is your lifeline. It will be placed in your hand during the session. If you want us to stop but are unable to speak or push us away, you can jingle this to get our attention."

"Safe, sane and consensual, huh?" Becky asked, turning the ball in her fingers and watching the little jingle bell roll around inside.

"Precisely," Amelia responded.

"What are you going to do to me?" Becky asked, looking over the ball at Amelia.

"Oh, so many things, Dear."

---

"Is it getting bigger, Daddy? Is it big enough for your cock yet?" Abby asked, lying on her back, holding her legs spread wide.

John was leaning over the nine-year-old's pussy. After licking her and getting her extremely wet, he was now spreading her labia open to look at the perforation in her hymen.

"It's getting bigger, Abby, but I don't think it's big enough for my cock yet."

"Awww," Abby said, pouting.

"But I bet you can take my finger. It might hurt a little."

"That's okay, Daddy," she told him. "I know it's supposed to hurt some. You can hurt me. It's okay."

John looked up from Abby's hairless cunt to see the girl's face. She looked like she was trying to appear as grown up as possible.

"Please, Daddy," she whispered and bit her lip.

"Did Madison show you how to do that?" he asked with a smile.

"Do what?" she asked, feigning ignorance.

"How to bite your lip and look at me with those big eyes."

"Is it working?" Abby asked.

John slowly started to push his finger into the girl's pussy as he looked her in the eye.

"Abby, I want to fuck you so bad. I don't mind hurting you, but I don't want to damage you. Is this hurting?"

Abby shook her head, but the furrow of her brow, the flaring of her nostrils told John that she was experiencing something intense.

"You little pussy feels so hot and tight, Angel. I'm going to love fucking you."

"Will you cum in me?" she asked.

"Every time," he promised.

"Oh!" she gasped.

"Does it hurt?"

"Yeah," she nodded. Her face was flushed. He stopped pushing.

"No! Don't stop!" she begged. "Please. I want it to hurt."

John leaned back down and started licking her clitoris as he pulled his finger back for another thrust.

"GOD!" Abby cried when he got the same knuckle that made her gasp before.

"Your little cunt tastes so yummy, Angel," John told her.

"I want to cum with your finger in me, Daddy," she told him.

"You will, Baby Girl," he promised. "I'm going to try to hurt you a little as you're cumming."

"Yeah!" she cried out, throwing her head back and pushing her hips up toward him.

John sucked her clitoris between his lips and ran his tongue over it at the same time. He felt her little body shudder and her impossibly tight hole clamped down even tighter on his finger. He shoved his finger all the way in as she came on him.

"AH!" she shrieked.

As he nibbled on her clitoris with his lips, he started fucking her little hole with his finger. Her hips alternated between trying to pull away and trying to push forward. He knew that she was experiencing both the thrill of her climax and the pain of his invasion. As his full finger entered her vaginal canal, he pressed up, trying to actuate her g-spot to give her another orgasm.

"OH GOD!" she cried.

He pushed down on her mons with his other hand as he kept her hood pulled back to expose her clitoris to his tongue.

"YEAH! Don't stop! DON'T STOP, DADDY!"

John fucked the child with his finger and his tongue, trying to give her as much pleasure as possible as he induced the pain of stretching her hymen to a new width.

"It hurts so GOOD!" she cried.

John finger fucked her even harder, and her hips started to buck spasmodically, as if she was losing control of her body.

"I think I'm going to pee!" she said, startled.

"Do it, Angel!" John said, knowing that she was about to experience an ejaculation. "Piss all over my mouth, Abby. I want to taste your sweet urine."

Abby's back arched, lifting her ass off the bed. John assaulted her tight, little cunt with his finger. She held her breath as the sensation built inside of her body. The she let out a squeal as the liquid started to squirt out of her nine-year-old cunt into John's face. He licked it up hungrily as he continued to fuck her hole.

"YES!" he cried. "Pee on me, Abby!"

Her body finally collapsed onto the bed, and John buried his finger all the way inside of her. She gasped for breath, panting desperately as her body shook and shivered outside of her control.

"Oh, Abby! My little Angel!" he said, pulling his finger out and then crawling up her body to kiss her.

"I c-c-came s-so hard, Daddy!" she gasped.

"You did, Angel. You squirted on me. It was so sexy."

John kissed her neck, nuzzling her as she continued to catch her breath.

"Will it feel that good when you fuck me with your dick, Daddy?"

John smiled, licking her neck up to her jaw line, tracing her tiny jaw with his tongue until he found her mouth. She received his kiss, panting through her nose. Then she opened her mouth to him and let him push his tongue into her as she continued to pant.

"It will hurt you even more," he said, breaking their kiss to let her breathe. "But your g-spot is so sensitive that I bet you'll cum several times before I do."

"I love you, Daddy," she told him. "I want to be your little sex Angel."

"You will be, Abby," he said. "You already are! You've come so far since Mommy started stretching out your little hymen. I bet I'll be cumming inside your pussy soon."

"And will you stretch out my butthole, too?" she asked.

John looked into her big, blue eyes. She was completely serious.

"If you want, yes."

"I pooped the other day," she told him innocently, "and it was as big as your dick. It hurt real bad, but I thought that if something that big can go out, then your cock could go in."

"Oh, Abby, sweetie," he said, amazed at how eager she was to get his dick inside of her.

"Can you start stretching me down there too?"

"Yes, Baby. Yes!"

---

Amelia met with Preston and Harrison separately, going over the plan for Becky's rape session. She was encouraged by Preston's eagerness.

"I'm really….like, honored….that you want me to help with this," Preston told her. "I've been asking Penny and the other girls what kinds of things Becky likes done to her. I really want to do a good job of fucking her for you."

Amelia smiled at him, drinking in his rugged good looks. She reached across the table and ran a finger along his jaw, feeling the stubble there. Her pussy gushed at the thought of watching this fit, teenage boy fuck.

"I know you do, Preston," she told him. "That's why I trust you. You've been amazing at helping the girls with their therapy."

"The thing is," he started. She watched as his cheeks blushed.

"What is it, Love?" she asked, leaning in even more, moving her hand from his face to the back of his neck. You can ask me anything."

"Well," he swallowed, looking her in the eye. "I don't know how hard I'm supposed to... slap her. While I'm fucking her, I mean."

"Ah," Amelia smiled. "I see. Would you like to practice on me?"

"While fucking you?" he asked eagerly.

"Of course, Love," she breathed. "Put your cock in me and treat me like a desperate, wanton slut."

"Okay!" Preston responded eagerly.

She led him over to the couch and lay back, pulling her skirt up to reveal her pantyless pussy to him. She smiled to see the reaction in his pants.

"Take your cock out, Preston. Shove it in me hard. The secret to fucking a desperate slut is to use her. Her pleasure will come from your pleasure."

"So, um," he said, fumbling with the button on his jeans. "I just fuck you?"

"As hard as you like. Don't be gentle."

She gasped as he took his dick from his pants. He was average in size, probably 5 and a half inches, but with a slightly above average girth.

"You have a sexy cock," she told him lustily. "I'm already wet. Just fuck me with it."

Preston got in position on top of Amelia. He still couldn't believe his luck at getting to fuck this beautiful, older woman and the pretty girls like his sister. Now she was begging him to use her. He felt so turned on that his dick actually ached. When he put the head of his cock against the wet lips of her pussy, she whispered, "Shove it all the way in, Darling."

He took a breath and then pushed, forcing his cock into her in one thrust. Amelia gasped and whimpered and then lifted her hips, pushing back against him.

"Now fuck me. Hard!"

Preston looked down at her cunt as he pulled back and shoved into her again. After watching her mature labia swallow his girth again and again, he looked up into her face.

"Yes!" she cried. "Now slap me, Darling."

He lifted his hand, tentatively, fearfully, before bringing it down lightly onto her cheek.

"No," she said, "harder. Make it hurt. Make it sting. Beat me."

He tried again, but it was still too weak, too hesitant.

"I'll show you," she said, raising her hand to him.

When she slapped him, he saw stars. The pain was excruciating as it burned his face, searing him, raising the blood to his skin.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed.

"Yes!" she said. "Now do it! Slap my face like I'm a dirty whore!"

Preston's next slap was partly fueled by rage in reaction to the pain in his own face.

"YES!" she cried. "Harder!"

He slapped her again, giving it even more force.

"Again!" she begged. "Harder! As hard as you can! Don't stop!"

He slapped her with as much force as he could muster as he pounded her cunt. Amelia savored the sensation of his hatefuck, feeling the endorphins surging through her. He slapped her again and again. She shrieked, but she never tried to stop him.

"Slap my titties, too!" she begged, ripping the buttons on her blouse to expose her pale breasts to him.

His hand was burning from slapping her face, but the sight of her perky tits made him want even more. He saw the tears leaking down her cheeks, and realized that he felt the wetness of them on his hand. She arched her back, thrusting her tits out to him, waiting for his hand. He brought it down, making her breast jiggle, making her skin redden.

"Agh!" she cried, but she held her blouse open and arched her back again.

He alternated his hands, slapping both her tits, feeling the testosterone driving him. He was a man, and she was a bitch. The power, the rage felt so good.

As he neared his climax, he grabbed her by the hair and slapped her face hard. She was like a ragdoll beneath him. She was at the mercy of his muscular arms, his powerful hips. He beat her with what felt like a divine rage as his body exploded with his orgasm.

The sensation of Preston's hot cum filling her cunt sent Amelia into her own orgasm. She ground her pussy hard against his pelvis, feeling the intense intimacy of having given herself to him completely. He collapsed onto her, exhausted. She stroked his back lightly with her fingernails, and he started crying.

"It's okay, Darling," she crooned. "You were magnificent. I loved everything you just did to me, and that is exactly how I want you to fuck Becky."

"It was so mean," he whimpered as his tears wet her shoulder.

"You've never hatefucked a girl before?" she asked.

"No," he sobbed.

"Well, you're very good at it."

"I hate it," he cried. "I feel so dirty."

"It's okay to cry, Darling. I know the feelings are so intense. You're not used to feeling that kind of power. But trust me, you are fine. You're not a monster. You gave me exactly what I wanted."

She continued to hold him, stroking his skin, running her fingers through her hair.

"Can I confess something to you, Preston?" she asked. He nodded his head against her shoulder. "I love you," she whispered into his ear.

He pulled back and looked up at her in shock. She reached up to him, cradling his wet cheeks in both hands.

"You are so beautiful, so manly, and yet, so sweet and kind. You are exactly the kind of man I want to fuck, and you are exactly the kind of man that I want to watch fuck my girls. You are perfect, and I love you so much."

She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him. She felt him relax, opening his mouth to her. He reached up and ran his fingers through her hair.

When he broke their kiss, she explained to him, "You're experiencing something called top-drop. It happens to people sometimes when they dominate others. You fear associating your true self with the monstrous beast you became during sex. But I assure you that you are a good man. You are wonderful. You are kind. And you are incredibly good at fucking in every way."

He smiled, and she felt his soft dick start to stir inside of her.

"Do you want to fuck me again?" she asked.

He nodded.

"You can be gentle, or you can be rough. I trust that you know how to do both. Fuck me the way you need."

"Did you really like what I did?" he asked.

"Did you not feel me cum?" she responded. "My pussy is still spasming on you. I loved everything about what you did. It was perfect."

Preston started to slowly push in and out of her pussy.

"I want to just fuck you nicely this time," he said.

Amelia ran her fingers over his muscular chest as he filled her again and again.

"I'm yours, Preston. I love you with all my heart and all my body," she told him.

"God, Mommy, yes!" he moaned, then looked down at her in surprise.

She knew that he had reverted back to a memory of fucking his own mother.

"Amelia, I'm sorry!" he blurted.

"Mmmm, yes, My Little Man," she crooned, using the pet name his actual mother had used when she fucked him. "Mommy loves her Little Man." She reached up to wrap her arms around his neck to let him know that everything was okay. "I love it when you call me Mommy."

"Mommy!" he gushed. "I love you, Mommy!"

"I love you to, Preston."

The way she said it, he knew she was speaking to him as Amelia, not role playing as his mother. She'd said it so many times already, but as he fucked her slowly and she ran her fingers through his hair, the reality of it dawned on him.

"I love you, too, Amelia," he said.

The furrow of his brow told her that he meant it completely and sincerely.

"Make love to me, Preston," she begged. "Call me Mommy if you like, or call me Amelia. I know that you love me either way. I love you no matter what. Just fuck me."

Preston looked into the woman's eyes as he thrust his dick into her over and over.

"I... I want to slap you again," he whispered.

"Yes!" she replied. "You feel the thrill of it, don't you? Last time you gave into the rage. This time, try to control the rage. Slap me not because it feels good to beat me but because you know that I am offering my body to you to do whatever makes you happy."

He slapped her with half his strength. It was still enough force to turn her head, and when she looked back up at him, it was with a smile.

"Yes, Baby!" she crooned. "I love it!"

He slapped her again. The rage did not grow in him this time. This time, his eyes were filled with wonder. Each time he slapped her, she looked back up at him with a smile.

"Thank you, Preston," she said.

"Why are you thanking me?" he asked.

"Because I love offering my body to you. Everything you chose to do to my body is a gift. The greatest gift you can give me is your cum. When you cum, I have worth. I have value. I'm your fucktoy, Preston. Give me purpose."

He slapped her again, harder, and she smiled and thanked him again.

When she felt the fervor of his thrust increasing, she pinched her nipples and arched her back to him. When she pulled her hands away, he slapped her tits, and she cried out in ecstasy as she came for him.

"Thank you, Preston! Thank you! Thank you! My pussy is cumming for you. For your manhood. For your power. For your love. For your cock!"

He held her by the hips and slammed into her like a piston, feeling her increased moisture, knowing that she'd cum from the abuse. It turned him on in a way that he was just beginning to understand.

"Mommy!" he cried as his climax neared. "I'm cumming, Mommy! OH MOMMY! MOMMMMYYYYY!!!"

His hot semen filled her cunt yet again, and Amelia felt the rush of joy at making this beautiful boy orgasm again. She shared his climax as his hips bucked against her pelvis as he was lost in the intensity of his orgasm.

When he collapsed on her again, she wrapped her arms and legs around him.

"Feel better, Darling?" she whispered in his ear.

"That was incredible," he gasped.

"You are incredible," she told him. "You're an amazing fuck, Preston. I can't wait to watch you ravish Becky's body while she's all tied up and helpless."

---

"I want you to help in Becky's rape session, Daddy," Amelia told her father.

Harrison's pudgy hands were moving up her skirt as they sat together on the loveseat in her office.

"Be my pleasure, Mellie," he said, finding the tops of her stocking under her skirt.

"She's going to have this cat toy in her hand so that she can shake it to let you know she's getting uncomfortable."

"Right," Harrison replied, leaning in to Amelia's neck to lick his daughter.

"If she shakes it, you need to check in with her. If it falls out of her hand onto the ground, you need to stop immediately."

"Of course, Love," Harrison mumbled into her neck as he started to kiss her. His fingers found the gusset of her panties and pushed them aside. She moaned as he shoved two fingers into her twat, still wet with Preston's cum.

"It's very important, Daddy," Amelia gasped, her eyes rolling back into her head as her father's skilled fingers started touching her most responsive spots. "Becky is in our charge, and we must protect her at all cos..."

Harrison's lips covered his daughter's mouth. She sank into the cushions as his overweight body pressed her down while his mouth and hands ravaged her.

"Oh, Daddy!" she gasped as his cock suddenly filled her dripping pussy.

"Enough talk, Mellie. Daddy's cock needs to cum," he said, as his large, belly trapped her under his weight. She loved the sensation of being held down by his body. Surrendering to his size, his power over her always caused bliss to wash over her.

"I'll make you cum, Daddy," she panted.

"Whose cum is in you?" he asked, feeling the slickness inside her.

"Preston fucked me twice earlier," she admitted.

"You're such a slut, Mellie," he told her. "Always were. That's why you got raped as a girl -- because you're just a slut."

"Yes," she moaned.

"Say it, Mellie," Harrison ordered. "Tell me what a fucking worthless piece of cunt you are."

"I'm such a slut, Daddy," she replied instantly, feeling herself sinking into the familiar subspace with him. "I'm just a stupid piece of fuckmeat."

Harrison slapped his daughter, eliciting a squeal from her.

"That's for fucking that little wanker," he barked. "You belong to me, bitch."

"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered.

He slapped her again. "And that's for being such a stupid tart."

Harrison pulled his dick out of her and wiped it on her dress.

"Your cunt is too sloppy and wide," he told her, and then he started shoving his dry cock into her ass.

"It hurts, Daddy," Amelia protested, but she knew it was in vain.

"Serves you right, you filthy trollop! Sharing my cunt with other men and making me fuck their cum! I hope it rips you up inside."

Amelia cried out as Harrison drove himself into her ass. She sank into the pain, knowing that she could never fight her father. She was twelve years old again, pressed down by a man's hairy arms. The pain shot through her body and to her brain. She wanted to run, but she knew the other way out. She held onto the pain, just like Daddy had taught her. She drifted with it. Her pain didn't matter. Her ass was a gift to the man who deserved everything for raising her on his own.

"Fuck me, Daddy," she whimpered. "I deserve to hurt. I'm just a stupid whore. I'm a worthless cumslut."

Harrison smacked her ass and grabbed her hair. He closed his eyes, but she opened hers, watching the fervor build on his face. This was for him. She was for him. She felt his yearning, and she yearned for it to -- for him to cum -- for her to be useful.

When her father's thrusts became erratic, she knew she'd done her job. He was cumming in her, reclaiming her as his -- his own little cocksleeve. And she floated away on the pain.

---

"Hey, Slut!" Hannah called to Becky across the great room as the girls came out of their history lesson with John. "Wanna come help me pick up groceries?"

Becky turned to look at John with raised eyebrows as if to ask his permission. The girls rarely got to go into town on errands, and Becky found herself looking forward to spending some girl time with Hannah -- even if it was for groceries.

John took Becky's hands and pulled her close to him as the other girls streamed out of the classroom. He wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Do you promise to be good?" he asked.

"No," Becky teased.

"You did really well in class. You've earned this," he told her.

Becky started hopping up and down on her tiptoes in excitement.

"But if you two decide to play around out there, just make sure nobody can see you," he said with a wink.

Becky threw her arms around John's neck and kissed him. He melted at her embrace. Knowing what was waiting for her when she came back made him feel like a heel, but in this moment, he felt so much love for her.

"Thanksdaddybye!" she blurted out as she ran to catch up with Hannah.

The two went to the girls' room to pick out some "outside" clothes for Becky to wear. John knew it would be way too revealing and that it would make the cock of every man who saw her get hard. When the two came out, Becky was wearing a white tank top and a pair of Daisy Dukes that were so short and shredded that they could probably be ripped right off her body with very little effort. That might come in handy later, he thought.

Hannah was wearing a smart, black and maroon tartan, peter pan-collared dress that came down to just above the middle of her thighs. Her gray, over-the-knee socks ended a few inches below her skirt, showing a lovely bit of thigh under her hem. A pair of maroon, double-strap, Mary Jane heels completed the ensemble.

The girls were opposite extremes of fuckability with white trash at one end of the spectrum and classy couture at the other end. He wanted them both, but when he saw Preston join them in a plaid shirt thrown over a Star Wars t-shirt and a pair of jeans, he figured that the boy was going to be the one unwrapping those tasty treats.

Preston glanced over his shoulder a John and gave him a nod, and when the three departed, John started getting to work on setting up Becky's rape session.

---

After relentlessly teasing each other in the big box discount grocery store for a few hours while they filled their carts with the food it took to feed a house full of girls, the three headed back. Hannah could feel the tension in the car between the three of them, and she wanted to do everything she could to release it, but John said to bring Becky back worked up and unrelieved.

In the back seat, Preston was squeezing Becky's tits under her tank top and sucking on her neck. Becky saw her watching them in the rearview mirror and blew her a kiss.

"Why don't we pull over so we can help Preston with this hot lump in his pants?" Becky suggested.

"I wish," Hannah said. "But we've got to get back with the food so it doesn't spoil."

"Responsible Hannah is no fun. I want slutty and desperate Hannah," Becky teased.

"Why don't you suck his beautiful cock? I'll watch in the mirror," Hannah suggested, pushing her hand up her own skirt.

Becky unzipped Preston's pants and reached in to pull out his erection. She looked up to meet Hannah's eyes in the mirror before she bent over to take his dick in her mouth.

"She's good, isn't she?" Hannah asked, winking at Preston.

"She's fucking incredible," he moaned.

Hannah had trouble at times keeping her eyes on the road as she watched Preston's dick disappear between Becky's lips over and over. Preston came with a deep-throated groan as he held Becky's head down on his dick, thrusting up into her face.

When Becky sat up, she was wiping the corners of her mouth with her finger and looking lustily into Preston's eyes.

"My turn," she said, just as Hannah pulled in behind The Dollhouse.

"Yep," Preston said, slapping her face as hard as he could.

Becky screamed as Preston shoved her down, head-first, into the floorboard. He held her there as John opened the door and pulled Becky's hands behind her back and bound them there with duct tape. He bound her ankles as well and then dragged her out of the car onto the ground. Preston got out, and John held her while he taped her mouth shut.

She looked up to see Hannah and Amelia standing over her.

"She'll bring a nice price," Amelia said. "But we'll have to break her first. Put her in the shed. We'll tend to her after dinner."

Amelia and Hannah turned to go back. John and Preston picked Becky's body up and started carrying her over to the shed in back. As Preston threw her over his shoulder, Becky watched Amelia and Hannah start unloading the groceries from the car as if nothing was wrong. She heard the hollow metal sound of the shed door being unlocked and then the rusty creak of its hinges.

She was engulfed in darkness as they entered. They shed and thrown down onto a dusty mattress on the floor. John pulled a chain on the bare light bulb in the middle of the shed, illuminating her surroundings. The shed was bare. The mattress was the only thing there.

John and Preston reached down to her body and started ripping her clothes off of her. The denim shorts tore away as easily as John had imagined. Her tank top was torn away as well. Since she wasn't wearing any underwear, the only thing left to remove was her shoes, and then she was lying before them naked, dressed in nothing but a few wraps of duct tape.

John lifted her head by her hair, looking her face over as if inspecting her. She felt something pushed into her hand. It was round. It took her a few minutes to recognize that it was the cat toy Amelia had shown her earlier. John raised his eyebrows as if to ask whether she understood. She nodded once. That was all the consent John needed, and he spat in her face and pushed her down onto the mattress.

Turned to the wall, she felt their hands exploring her from behind. Fingers pushed into her crevices.

"So pink," she heard Preston say.

"And wet. God, what a dumb slut," John joined in.

"Yeah, the stupid cunt sucked me off on the way here."

"Good," she heard John say. "That teaspoon of protein might be all she gets to eat tonight. Come on, let's go have some dinner."

They stood up, leaving her on the mattress, but their footsteps stopped before the door opened.

"Hey, I've really got to piss. Do you?" John asked.

"Yeah, I need to pee like a racehorse," Preston answered.

"Let's try out the new urinal," John said, and she felt herself being pulled up by her hair.

John positioned her on her knees in front of them. They stood before her, taking out their dicks, and with no preamble, they both started pissing in her face. John shot his stream all around her hair, as Preston shot his down over her tits. They were both laughing as they drenched her in their urine.

When they were done, they hauled her back onto the mattress and left her there without saying a word, turning out the light and padlocking the door when they left.

---

As John and Preston entered through the back door of The Dollhouse, the girls were busy putting away the groceries. Amelia was sitting at the table with a laptop. John walked up behind her to look over her shoulder. The screen showed a night-vision security camera view of the interior of the shed. Becky was lying on the mattress. Her hair was drenched. John could hear soft sobs, and the occasional rustle of her switching position on the mattress, but there was no jingle.

"That was a nice touch at the end," Amelia told him, reaching up behind herself to stroke his neck as he leaned over her shoulder.

"Thanks. I was inspired by my full bladder," he told her, turning to kiss her.

"We'll take turns keeping an eye on her," Amelia told him. "I want someone watching her at all times. If she shakes that jingle bell, I want someone out there immediately."

"I completely agree," John told her. "We're pushing her boundaries farther than we ever have. I want her to come out of this feeling strong and proud of herself for enduring it, not defeated because we pushed her into something she wasn't ready for."

"It's disgusting how much you guys love us," Tansy teased as she set the table.

"Well, the ways in which we love you are pretty disgusting," John said, standing up and pulling Tansy into his arms.

"I watched you piss in her face, Daddy," Tansy said. "I know she loved it. It made me wet."

---

They left the laptop on as they ate. Abby seemed really engrossed in watching Becky, like it was a TV show that she couldn't turn away from. John noticed the nine-year-old touching her pussy occasionally whenever Becky whimpered or showed signs of distress.

"What do you think, Angel?" John asked her.

"Was she bad?" Abby asked, looking up at John.

"No, she was very, very good. But she loves to be treated badly, you know. So this is how we reward her."

"Do all of us get put in the shed?" she asked.

"No," John said, pulling her into his lap. "This is special for Becky because she wants to be treated like a worthless cunt. So she's going to be our sex slave for a while."

"Oh," Abby replied, and her fingers went back to her pussy.

"Do you like watching Becky struggle?" John asked.

"She's so pretty," Abby replied. "And... my old mom used to let men pee on her. Are you going to rape her, Daddy?"

"Yes," John replied, hugging Abby in his lap. "I'm going to fuck all her holes and treat her like she's worthless."

"Good," Abby said. "She'll love that."

With that, Abby slipped off John's lap and went to play with Madison in the great room. Dinner was over, and the girls were heading off to relax or do homework.

"I'll help Hannah clean up," Amelia said. "Why don't you get started?"

John smiled as he went out the back door and out into the yard. The thought of Becky's body in the shed, helpless and vulnerable, unable to do anything to stop him made his cock swell. He loved Becky, and he fully believed that this challenging abduction and rape scene was the best thing for her.

Becky turned to the door when John opened it. Her lithe, tan body lay stretched out, still bound in duct tape. Having her arms pinned behind her made her C-cup breasts stand out nicely. John turned on the light and pulled the door shut. He could see tracks on her face where the tears had run through the dust. Somehow, it made her look even more beautiful.

He knelt down on the edge of the mattress, pretending to check the tape on her wrists, but in reality, he was looking to make sure she still had the cat toy to safeword with. Satisfied, he took out his dick, already swollen to half mast, and stood over her stroking it. He avoided her eyes and he jacked-off to her body, trying to heighten the humiliation factor by objectifying her as much as possible. He wasn't ready to cum yet, though. He stopped stroking himself and knelt down to grope her tits.

"God these are gorgeous," he said, squeezing them roughly and pinching the nipples.

He rolled her onto her side and got behind her. He bent her at the waist so that her pussy was exposed from behind, and without any warning shoved his hard dick into her.

"Oh fuck, that's nice," John grunted. "I love a tight cunt on a pretty body."

He started thrusting up into Becky. Her pussy wasn't wet, but it didn't take long for her to open up to him and start to moisten.

"Mmmmm yeah, that's right. A pussy knows what it was made for," John moaned.

He pumped into Becky, savoring the thrill of raping her without any verbal consent. She didn't respond to his fucking of her with any kind of amorousness, but she likewise did not shake the jingle bell either.

"I hope you hate this," John whispered in her ear. "I'm going to ruin you. And it's always so much more fun when the cunt hates it."

Her breath started to quicken as John continued to fuck her. He felt the flood of moisture in her pussy, and he knew that she was cumming from the abuse.

"Oh, yes!" he cried out. "See that? Your pussy was made to be raped, you stupid, worthless whore! Oh, god, I'm going to cum in you. I'm going to impregnate your dumb hole. You're going to swell up and deliver your baby on this mattress. This is your life, you dumb fuck."

Becky's pussy started pulsating and clenching down on John's cock. Her orgasm pushed him over the edge, and he cried out with a loud moan as he came inside of her, shooting his seed into her. When he was done, he pulled his dick out, wiped it on her ass and then turned out the light and left.

---

"That was hardcore, Dude," Preston said, looking up from the laptop when John came back in.

"Are you alright?" Amelia asked, rushing to him and taking him into her arms.

"Yeah," he panted. "It was... fun even though it was scary."

"You did beautifully," Amelia told him.

"She came really hard," John said, re-living the sensation of her pussy spasming around his dick.

"Hanna will put the girls to bed. Let's let her body cool down before we send Preston out to have a go in her," Amelia said, taking John's hand.

She led him to a chair and put some chocolate pie in front of him. Then she called Abby and Madison to come and sit in John's lap and cuddle with him. Then she sat down at the table to talk to Preston.

"Remember how bad you felt when you slapped me earlier?" she asked.

Preston nodded uncomfortably.

"That's natural. See the dejection in John's face? He feels bad about how much he enjoyed raping Becky just now. You will probably feel that too. If you feel that, Preston, tell us. It's normal. And we'll help you through it."

"With chocolate and little girls?" Preston asked.

"I would probably send Penelope and Hannah to take care of you. I imagine they would be best suited to reassure you that you have nothing to feel bad about when it comes to giving a dirty, kinky girl the kind of abuse she craves."

Preston smiled.

"Okay. I promise," he said.

---

Half an hour later, John and Preston came out to the shed. They had a chain and some padlocks and a pair of handcuffs. Preston ripped the tape off Becky's mouth while John locked the chain to a metal ring in the floor.

"W-wh-what are you going to d-do to me?" she asked.

John looked over at her after locking the chain in place.

"Only everything you deserve," he said coolly.

Preston cut her hands free and then put handcuffs on her while John cut her ankles free. They locked the chain to her handcuffs. She was able to get up and move if she wanted, but she was still incredibly uncomfortable.

"You must need to pee," John said.

Becky nodded.

"Good. Go," he said, setting a small bucket on the floor in front of her.

Becky stared at the bucket and then looked up at him.

"Now," he said.

"But you're watching," she said.

John slapped her.

"I can take the bucket away, and you can piss on your mattress after I leave. Or you can piss in the bucket now, while I watch. Your choice."

Becky got to her feet and squatted over the bucket. Tears were in her eyes.

"Spread your legs so we can see your worthless pussy," John ordered.

Becky sobbed as she spread her knees farther, giving them a view of her bald cunt. It took a moment for her to relax enough to start her stream, but then she was spraying a steaming, golden ribbon of piss into the bucket.

"Look at me while you do it," John ordered her quietly.

Becky raised her eyes in shame and looked at him.

"What color is your piss?" he asked, giving her the opportunity to call the safeword "yellow" if she needed to.

She shook her head. John slapped her, and she startled and squealed.

"I asked you a question," he said.

"Golden," she replied, refusing to safeword.

Confident that she was not to her limits yet, John slapped her again.

"Golden, Daddy," he corrected.

"Golden, Daddy," she replied.

"And now it's going to be golden delicious," he said. "Stand up and open your mouth."

Becky took a beat before she followed the instructions, aware that she was going to have to drink her own piss. Her hesitance earned her another slap, but she replied with "Yes, Daddy," and got to her feet.

"You're not a human anymore, slut," he told her. "You're an animal. And you're going to drink piss from now on, so open your mouth."

Becky squinted her eyes closed as Preston raised the bucket up to her lips. As he tilted it up, she took the first swig of her own urine. It was hot, bitter, and salty.

"Do you like it, pig?" Preston asked.

"Yes, sir," she said.

"Good girl," John answered. "It's learning how to be a good pet," he told Preston. "And pets live to please their masters."

He saw her smile through her tears.

"You have two choices, bitch," John said. "You can either drink all of this piss, thereby earning the right to a nice dinner, or you can bend over the bed right now and let us fuck you up the ass, one after the other without lube. Which do you want?"

Becky looked down for a moment before making her choice.

"The ass, Daddy," she replied quietly.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I'm a good pet, and that's the choice that brings the most pleasure to my masters," she said, looking up at him.

"You don't want a nice dinner?" he asked.

"No, Daddy," she replied. "I'm just a dumb fuckpig. I don't deserve anything nice."

"Bend over the bed," John replied.

When she did, John felt between her legs and discovered that her pussy was wet.

"What's this?" John asked. "Why is your pussy wet, whore? Are you turned on by the thought of getting used?"

"Yes, Daddy," she muttered.

"Then I'm afraid we're going to have to spank your stupid pussy while we fuck you. Stop bending over. Lie on the mattress and spread your legs. Preston is going to beat your cunt while I fuck your ass."

Becky got up and lay on the mattress, spreading her legs. John got between her thighs and lifted her ass up to get her in position to take his cock. He started shoving it into her, pushing into her dry anus. She squinted her eyes shut at the pain and fought back tears.

"Do you know why I'm fucking you dry, pig?"

She shook her head.

"Because you don't deserve the comfort of lube, and I want it to hurt you as much as possible. It's clear that you get off on the idea of being used. I want to see how bad the usage can be and still make you wet."

John shoved his dick hard into her, splitting her open. She bit her lip to keep from screaming, but eventually, she had to cry out.

"Are you seeing stars?" he asked.

She nodded.

"What color are the stars?"

"Green," she replied.

John smiled and started fucking her dry asshole. It didn't feel comfortable to him, but the tightness on his cock was incredible, and he started leaking pre-cum which made sliding in and out of her feel better to his dick.

"See how she takes the abuse?" John asked Preston. "Just like a dumb animal. Why don't you slap her pussy and see whether it makes her even wetter?"

John lifted her hips more, presenting Becky's bald cunt and exposing it. Preston brought his hand down hard on her pussy, making her squeal at the pain.

"Did you like that, pig?" Preston asked.

"Yes, sir," she replied.

"Do you want more?"

"Yes, sir! Please slap my pussy and rape my ass, masters."

"Why?" John asked.

"Because it's what I deserve," Becky blurted out, and she started crying.

John and Preston obliged her. John felt such a rush watching her cry for them, but it was clear from the fluid gushing out of her pussy that she was immensely aroused. The skin around her cunt was red from Preston's blows.

John realized that she was putty, that he could mold her into anything he wanted. He reached up to her neck and started choking her, lightly at first, but applying more pressure as the need to control her built up inside of him. He watched her face redden as she squirmed, and the fact that her life was literally in his hands thrilled him. But when her lips mouthed the word "yellow," his senses rushed back to him. He let go of her neck and stopped thrusting into her ass.

"Does my little pig need to stop?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"If something needs to stop, it should say the word," he prompted.

She shook her head again.

John weighed his options. He wanted to continue the scene, to push Becky farther than she had been. The fact that she safeworded meant that he was on the right track, but that he might be too close to the edge.

"Good, because we're not done with you yet, pig," he said.

"Let's fuck it in both holes at the same time," he told Preston.

They laid her on her side, John behind her, Preston in front of her. John's cock was still in her sore ass. He felt Preston slide into her pussy, and the pressure of another dick inside of her felt amazing to him. He held himself still as Preston started pumping in and out of Becky's pussy. Then he started pumping himself, feeling their dicks rubbing back and forth against each other inside of her made the sensation strangely intimate.

"Do you like it, you dumb fuck?" John asked.

"Yes, Daddy," she whimpered.

"Do you want to cum?"

"Please, Daddy," she cried.

John quickened his pace, and Preston did too. Becky whimpered between them. The shed echoed with the sounds of their skin slapping hers.

"Oh fuck!" Preston cried out as Becky squealed. John felt the gush of fluid bouncing off Preston's balls and splattering onto his own. The spray of Becky's squirting filled the air. Knowing that they had pushed her to the point of her own ejaculation, the men felt close themselves.

"She squirted all over me!" Preston yelled.

"Yeah, cum for us, you little bitch!" John barked, slamming into her

"I'M CUMMING, DADDY!" she cried.

John felt her anus spasming around his cock, and he lost it. He buried himself fully into her making hard but short thrusts as his libido neared the breaking point.

"OH GOD!" Preston cried, and John felt the boy's cock throbbing through Becky's inner walls.

"FUCK!" John cried. The sensation of the two of them cumming drove him over the edge, and John shot his seed into Becky's tight ass.

"Yes, cum in me," Becky cried. "I'm you're little fuckpig -- your cumdump!"

When they pulled out of her pussy and ass, John watched for a moment in fascination at the semen spilling from both holes. He crawled on the mattress around to Becky's face and grabbed her by the hair.

"Open up, little piggy. Clean the ass off my cock."

Becky's eyes were lolling in her head as she opened her mouth to him and took his dirty cock. She sucked the ass juice off of him and got the last few drops of cum from his slit as well.

"Good job, whore," John whispered in her ear.

He slapped her firmly on the cheek, and the two of them left her there to leak out onto the dirty mattress.

---

An hour later, Becky woke up to the sound of the shed door opening again. John came in with Harrison.

"You have a new client, whore," John said. "He paid us a moderate price to use you, so you better make him happy."

John checked the bonds on her wrists and slipped the cat toy into her hand before he slapped Harrison on the shoulder and left.

Back in the house, John and Amelia watched over the security feed as Harrison used Becky's mouth.

"Suck it, you little whore!" they heard Harrison groan over the laptop speakers as he fucked her face.

"How much longer do you want this to go on?" John asked.

"Well, you've all had quite a workout inside of our little slut, haven't you?" Amelia replied. "I'd say after this we should enact a rescue."

John nodded.

"She really surprised me," John said. "Being choked out was the only thing she hesitated on. And I think now that she's experienced the verge of it, she might give into it fully."

"I was really proud of your self-control when she safeworded on you," Amelia said, leaning over in her chair to lay her head on John's shoulder. She put her hand in his lap. "You're exactly the kind of Daddy she needed."

"As much as I loved the rush of punishing her and pushing her so far, I love her even more. Knowing that it was too much for her made me want to stop," John replied.

Preston and Penelope walked in to check on Becky. John could tell that the brother and sister had been fucking. By the ruddiness of Penelope's cheeks, she had been letting him get really rough with her.

"How's she doing?" Penelope asked, watching Harrison fuck Becky's mouth. "Oh, god, he's really fucking her throat."

John heard the soft jingle of the cat toy over the laptop speakers. He raised a finger to silence the room. The heard it again, but Harrison didn't show any signs that he'd heard it.

John jumped from his chair and ran to the shed. Amelia ran after him. Preston and Penelope watched on the screen as John burst through the door. The little ball fell from Becky's hand as Harrison continued to thrust into her throat, cutting off her air. John grabbed Harrison by the arm and yelled at him to stop. Harrison shoved him off and kept thrusting into Becky. John grabbed him by the hair and yanked him away. Amelia rushed in and pulled Becky's head out of her father's hands.

John kicked the backs of Harrison's legs, making the man fall to his knees. John pushed him over onto his face on the mattress. But that time, Preston and Penelope had run to the shed as well. They helped Amelia get the handcuffs off of Becky.

"You're safe now, Love," Amelia said, stroking the girl's face. "We've got you. You're going to be okay."

Preston picked Becky up in his arms.

"Carry her to my bed," Amelia told him. "Wrap her in a warm blanket, get her some chocolate, and stay with her -- both of you," she ordered.

With Becky out of the shed, John grabbed the handcuffs. He held Harrison face down on the mattress by kneeling on the man's back. He pulled his arms behind him and handcuffed him before stepping away.

"What's all this?" Harrison barked.

"Daddy, how could you?" Amelia cried.

"The little cunt loves that rough shit," Harrison said. "Get these off of me. I need to finish in her."

"You'll do no such thing!" Amelia yelled.

"She safeworded, Harrison!" John yelled. "And you kept going."

"Why didn't you stop, Daddy?" Amelia asked. Now that Becky was safe, Amelia gave in to the emotions building up inside of her. Tears burst from her eyes. "I trusted you with her safety, and you..." her voice croaked with a sob, and she buried her face in her hands.

"Don't give me that," Harrison grumbled. "She was loving it. She needs a man to use her like a cumrag. I thought we were raping her for fuck sake."

Amelia slapped her father.

"We are here to HEAL her, Daddy! Not to damage her further!"

"Bollocks!" Harrison barked at his daughter.

Amelia launched herself toward the handcuffed man, her arms flailing. John caught her before she collided into her father. He held her, pinning her arms down.

"Amelia," he crooned quietly, "It's okay, Sweetie. I'll take care of this. Shhhh. It's okay."

Amelia finally relaxed, going almost limp in John's arms.

"How could you!" she croaked. Then she twisted out of John's arms and left the shed. John watched her go, his heart heavy for her.

"Oy! I've got an erection here that won't quit," Harrison barked at John, drawing his attention back. "Are you going to take care of it, sonny? Like you did in the truck?"

"Take care of it yourself," John said quietly, and he turned to leave.

"But my hands are tied," Harrison yelled as John closed the shed door.