The Dollhouse

John left Harrison in the shed and found Amelia on her knees in the yard, bent over, weeping.

"Hey," John crooned, as he knelt down beside her and put an arm around her shoulder.

"This is my fault," she sobbed. "I knew he could be unstable. But it had been so long. I thought he could be better, but he..." her body shook with her sobs as John held her.

"He did that to you before?" John asked.

Amelia nodded.

"He won't ever do it again," he said quietly. "He won't touch you again."

She buried her face in John's chest and let the sobs rack her body as he held her. They stayed there, on their knees in the backyard for some time until Amelia was finally able to take a breath.

"I've been lying to you," she said quietly.

"What do you mean?" John asked.

Amelia lifted her tear-stained face to look up into his.

"I don't have an uncle," she said.

The words sank into John's brain as he looked into her eyes.

"Your father is the one that raped you?" he asked.

Fresh tears flowed as she nodded.

"It's okay," he said. "You're in control now, not him."

"Apparently not!" she said, gesturing back at the shed.

"It's over. And it's not a secret anymore. I'm going to make him leave. He'll never come back. He'll never hurt you again," John said, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"I wanted to tell you," she blubbered. "With Penelope. But it all made sense. And after the first time he raped me, it hardly ever happened again. He was loving. He was kind. He needed me."

"Hardly ever is very different from never," John said.

Amelia nodded in shame.

"He was the rapist you gave yourself to," John said. Amelia nodded. "And you felt that incredible sense of connection, vulnerability, and control when you did so." She nodded again. "He's the reason this place exists. The reason I'm here with you now."

"But he's just a filthy rapist," Amelia whimpered.

"No one is just anything," John said, cradling her head and pulling it close to his chest. "He may be your rapist, but he's also your father, and you love him. And that's understandable. But I can't let him touch my girls ever again."

"Yes," Amelia whispered.

"Go inside, Darling," John told her. "I'm going to have a little chat with your father."

John stood up, helping Amelia to her feet. She held onto him.

"You have to dominate him, John," she said. "You have to show him that you're in control now. You have to show him that I belong to you and not him."

"You don't belong to anybody," John protested.

"That's a lie," she said, reaching up to stroke his face. "A very pretty lie. I want to believe it. But I'm so broken, John. I need... When it comes to him, I need you to master me. He's my ultimate weakness."

John mulled Amelia's word over in his head, but as he did, he realized that his heart was aching for Becky.

"He's not going anywhere just yet," John said. "He's cuffed and chained to the floor. Let's let him stew for a moment while we go check on our little girl."

That's why I love you, Amelia thought as she looked up into John's eyes. She held back tears as she nodded and let him take her by the hand and lead her into the house.

They found Becky snuggled between Preston and Penelope in their bed. They were kissing her, stroking her.

"How are you, Darling?" Amelia asked, sliding onto the foot of the bed and reaching under the covers to rub Becky's leg.

"I'm okay," she said.

John went to the head of the bed and leaned over Penelope to stroke Becky's face.

"You were amazing," he told her. "I'm so incredibly proud of you."

She smiled, but she shook her head.

"You were the amazing one," she said. "My hero. My shining knight."

"Nobody chokes my baby unless she likes it," John said.

Becky smiled.

"I love you, Daddy. Thank you for rescuing me."

"You're welcome, you beautiful little slut. You just rest here with Preston and Penelope. If you need anything they will get it for you. We'll come back and check on you in a while."

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"We have to talk to Harrison about what he did," John said.

"Are you going to kick him out of the house?" Becky asked.

"I don't know what I'm going to do yet, but what I want to do is shove a dildo down his throat until he suffocates to death on it."

"Don't be too hard on him, Daddy," Becky said. "He's right that I do like to be used as if I don't matter."

"But it's our job as your dominants to look out for your well being when you're too lost to do it for yourself. We play at rape here. We don't actually commit it."

John leaned over and kissed Becky. She opened her mouth to him and pushed her tongue between his lips.

"Thank you for looking out for me, Daddy," she whispered.

"It's both my job and my pleasure," he said.

---

John stopped in the backyard in front of the shed. Amelia took his hand and lifted it to her lips.

"How do I do this?" he asked.

Amelia took a deep breath.

"You have to dominate him. He has to accept that you're in charge now. Of this place. Of him. Of me. In fact, if you can show him that I belong to you and not to him, then that may show him everything he needs to know."

John wanted to protest, to tell her that she was her own woman, that nobody owned her. But she was right. That was a lie. She was too broken -- especially in this moment -- to be her own. She needed him to possess her, to claim her, to own her. And they needed Harrison to see that.

"I have to cuckold him," John said.

"Exactly," she replied.

"And I have to be the one to do it. Not you. He has to see that I'm in control."

"Yes," she whispered, looking up at John with a smile.

She's relieved that I get it, that I'm going to do it, John thought, grateful that I'm in charge. Even though I have no idea what I'm doing.

John took her hand, opened the shed door, and led her inside.

"About time, you two," Harrison grumbled. "Get me out of these things, and somebody better suck my dick as soon as you do. I've had enough of this."

"Slap him," John said quietly.

Amelia looked up at John, eyebrows raised.

"You heard me," he replied coolly. "Don't question me, Millie. Just do as I say."

The fact that she was using her name her father used for her was not lost on her. She felt pride for John -- his ability to adapt so quickly was such a blessing right now. She knew that she could turn her brain off and let him be in control. So, she nodded and without saying a word walked over and slapped her father's face.

"Oy!" Harrison barked. "Don't you dare, you slut!"

"Harder," John said quietly.

Amelia raised her hand and brought it down on her father's face as hard as she could.

"The FUCK!" Harrison screamed.

"Good," John said. "Now take off your clothes and get on your knees. Present your body for my inspection."

Amelia started stripping off her clothes as her father watched in horror.

"Don't you do it, Millie!" he yelled. "You don't belong to him!"

John merely watched as the pile of clothes at Amelia's feet grew. Then she knelt down, her knees spread, her hands clasped behind her. Holding her hands that way forced her shoulders back, which made her C-cup breasts stand out.

"Very nice," John said walking around Amelia's body, leering at it. He reached down and fondled a breast. "You have very nice tits for a woman of your age. I'm impressed at how fit your body is."

"Thank you, sir," Amelia replied.

John raised his hand and slapped Amelia's face.

"I did not give you permission to speak," John said.

Her face was burning, she wanted to rub the pain away, but she kept her hands behind her back. The searing sensation in her cheek dissolved from pain to bliss as she absorbed it into herself, made it part of herself.

"Is that clear, cunt?

Amelia nodded.

"Now tell me what you are," John said.

"I'm yours," she whispered.

"My what?"

"Your whore. Your pussy. Your cunt."

John nodded.

"And what are you to that?" he asked, nodding toward Harrison.

"Nothing," she replied.

"And what is that thing to you?"

"Nothing."

"Very good," John said, kneeling down in front of Amelia. He reached up and stroked her red cheek.

"I should beat you for bringing that filthy rapist into my home," John said quietly. "I have half a mind to bend you over and make you count out forty lashes on your ass. But I'm to blame too, my darling. We both made mistakes in trusting that beast. And I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let you down, my dear."

Amelia's eyes watered as John spoke to her. She knew it was true. She should have stopped it. But he didn't blame her. He took her blame and mingled it with his and bore it for her.

"But I won't let you down again," he said.

She nodded, blinking, causing her tears to roll down her cheeks. The cool moisture felt good on her burning skin.

"But you're wrong about something, Millie. You're not just my cunt, and my pussy. I don't just want your body. I want your heart and your soul. I want to possess every part of you. Will you give it to me -- all of it?"

"Yes!" she cried, gasping, feeling her pussy moisten. "Oh yes!"

"I'm your Daddy now, not him," John said. "I'll take care of you. Do you want that?"

She nodded as she bit her lip and felt fresh tears pour down her face.

"Say it," John whispered.

"Yes! I want it! You're my Daddy now!" she cried.

"I'm going to fuck you while he watches," John said. "And then I'm going to shove his face into your cunt and make him taste it. He'll know that he lost you. That you're mine. As he eats my cum from his precious daughter's pussy, I want you to tell him that he'll never taste you again unless he's eating my cum out of you."

"Yes!" Amelia said.

John stood up and unzipped his pants, he presented his half-erect cock to Amelia, and she leaned in, hands behind her back, and took him fully into her mouth. She eagerly sucked him to life, moaning at how he filled her mouth.

"Millie, don't," Harrison whimpered. "Don't do it, Millie. You're mine, aren't ya, pet? Please. Millie, please!"

Amelia ignored her father, focusing solely on John's cock, on John's pleasure. She loved how his dick filled her mouth, how the veiny texture rubbed against her lips and tongue. She pushed herself all the way down on him until she felt his cockhead invading her throat, and then she pushed even more. When she felt his abdomen pressing against her forehead, and her lips could go no further at his root, she slipped out her tongue and began to lick his balls. She fought the urge to pull away. She fought the gag reflex in the throat as it tried to reject the intrusion. She fought the urge to breathe. She gave up her comfort, her safety, her need for oxygen -- all for John's pleasure, for Daddy's pleasure.

Just when she feared that she could take no more, she felt John's fingers dig into her hair and pull her off his dick. The sense of emptiness, the longing to be filled ran through her even as she coughed and gagged. Then she opened her mouth, ready to give up everything for him again.

John slapped her.

"Don't make me cum down your throat, you cock-hungry little bitch," John said with a smile. Then he shoved himself into her completely, fucking her throat as she held herself open to receive him.

"She loves me, Harrison," John told his captive, "more than she ever loved you. She would die for me. If I choked her to death right now with all seven inches of my dick, she would give up her life gladly. She would die happily, knowing that she went giving me pleasure. Her last thought would be the hope that I would continue to use her lifeless body until I fill it with cum."

"Millie, don't," Harrison whimpered.

John pulled his dick out of Amelia again.

"And the whole reason she gives herself over to me so willingly is because she knows that I would never harm her. I would never rape her. I would never take her in any way that she wasn't prepared for. That is love, Harrison."

John caught a string of saliva that still connected her mouth to his dick and rubbed it all over her face as she beamed at him while gasping for air.

"Do you love me, Darling?" John asked.

"Yes, Daddy," she cooed to John.

"Do you trust me?"

"With my life, Daddy," she purred.

"Lie down now," John told her. "I want your father to watch your new Daddy take you and fill you with cum."

As Amelia lay back, she spread her thighs open. She could feel her father's eyes on her pussy. She knew that the sight of her on her back was the one thing that always triggered his sense of control and power. He was about to lose that. She was taking that power away from him and giving it to John, and the act of destroying her father -- her rapist -- made her feel incredible.

"Do you want your father to fuck you, Millie?" John asked.

"Never again," she whispered, shaking her head.

John got down on his knees in front of Amelia and started rubbing his pre-cum up and down her pussy slit. She was so wet, it made him smile.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.

"Forevermore," she replied.

John thrust into Amelia, filling her cunt completely, spreading her open, making her gasp. He heard Harrison whimper, and it sounded like the man might be crying, but John put it out of his mind.

"You're mine, Millie," John whispered as he thrust in and out of her cunt. "Say it."

"I'm yours, Daddy," she crooned looking up into John's eyes.

Her full and complete submission to him touched John deeply in his heart. He knew he wasn't just taking her away from Harrison. It started that way, but this was her offering herself to him completely. He knew it was a huge responsibility to take care of her broken soul, but loving broken little girls was what he did best. It made him think of the voluntary vulnerability of the girls in the impurity ball, how they offered their pussies to him, trusting him with their sexuality.

John reached down and pulled Amelia's right hand to his face and kissed it. Then he grasped the ring her father gave her in his fingers as if he were about to pull it off. He looked into her eyes and saw the grief, the loss, play across her eyes. Then the acceptance settled in. She smiled at him and nodded. He slipped the ring off her finger and threw it onto the ground where it bounced and rang out.

"Repeat after me," John said, holding her hand.

Realizing what John was doing, Amelia's eyes filled with tears.

"I, Millie, promise to always be Daddy's little Darling..."

She smiled at her new term of endearment. He took it from her, the word she used to show people that she loved them and cared about them and that she knew what they needed: Darling. It was as sweet as it was condescending. It was perfect. She repeated the words.

...to learn from Daddy how to reclaim my sexuality.

My pussy is my own, but I freely give it to Daddy so that he can show me love by fucking my little pussy with his big, hard cock.

I am Daddy's little girl, and I will always be his little girl. I know that Daddy loves me, and that is why he fucks me.

I lie beneath you, Daddy, and I worship your cock so that you can make me whole by filling my holes. I will always be your little girl, your baby Doll. I will always be Daddy's Darling. I offer my pussy to you, Daddy, as a symbol that I am offering you my soul.

John kissed the ring finger on her right hand.

"I'm going to buy you a new ring as a symbol that I will fill your holes with my loving cock. As your finger fills that ring, so will I fill you. I am your Daddy," John concluded.

"And I am your Darling," Amelia responded, tears running out of the corners of her eyes as she looked up at him.

As John continued fucking her pussy, knowing that Harrison was watching, he felt his chest swell both with love and with power. The strong, confident, self-assured woman was really a broken, little rape victim, and he was her white knight. He was saving her from the man who broke her. He was punishing the man who broke her. This was justice. This was beauty.

"Oh, Darling!" John cried as he felt his orgasm building.

"Please," she begged, feeling his need mounting as he fucked her harder. "Use me, Daddy. Cum in me!"

"Oh, Millie! My baby girl! MY DARLING!"

He hammered into her, grinding his pelvis against her clit as he shoved his dick as deeply into her as he could. He felt her pussy grabbing him, milking him. The were cumming together. This was the culmination of their love, of his ownership, of her submission.

"DADDY!" she cried, thrusting her hips up to meet him.

As John's cock swelled with each blast of his semen that he shot into her pussy, he felt her respond with a flood of juices.

"You're mine," John whispered as he collapsed onto her.

"I'm yours," she whispered back, reveling in the weight of his body on top of her. She felt contained, boxed in, trapped, and it was the most secure and comforting feeling in the world.

John didn't want to pull out of her, but he knew he had more work to do. Amelia was his. Her link to her father had been severed. Now he had to break Harrison's bond to Amelia and make him accept that she was no longer his.

John kissed her as he pulled out of her pussy. The look of loss in her eyes as she felt empty and deprived of him was precious.

John stood up and loomed over Harrison. His dick was glistening with the creamy froth of their combined cum. John grabbed Harrison by what little hair the man had on the back of his head. Then John rubbed his sloppy dick over Harrison's face.

"Do you feel that?" John growled. "Feel the hot, slimy sense of loss. As this cum cools on your face and dries there, you'll know that Amelia is gone to you forever."

John then shoved Harrison down to his knees. The man resisted, but John slapped him hard, making him squeal and cry. He forced Harrison down between Amelia's thighs where her ruddy labia were smeared with the cream they had created together.

"Lick your daughter's cunt, Harrison, and taste me there. As you eat my semen from your baby girl's pussy, I want you to know that she rejected you and turned away from you because you're a horrible father and a worthless shell of a man."

John shoved Harrison's mouth against Amelia's cunt.

"Open up and lick her," John commanded.

Harrison whimpered as he obeyed. The look of revulsion on his face was priceless as his snakey tongue slipped out and pushed between her labia.

"Taste her rejection of you. Taste my domination of her. Taste her submission to me."

Harrison balled as he lapped at his daughter's pussy.

"He's such a failure of a man," Amelia mused quietly. "I can't believe I ever loved him."

"Don't blame yourself, Darling," John said. "He took advantage of you in your weakest state. He took advantage of me too, but he will never do that again."

"I have to pee, Daddy," Amelia said looking up at John. "Will you hold him there so I can piss all over his worthless face?"

John smiled at her. He lifted Harrison's head up a few inches.

"Open your mouth and accept your rejection," John said.

Harrison squinted his eyes shut and opened his mouth as Amelia let loose a stream of golden urine. When she was done, John shoved Harrison down onto the mattress. He lifted Amelia up and held her in his arms.

"My Darling," he crooned.

"My Daddy," she replied.

They walked out of the shed together and locked Harrison in behind them.

---

John tucked Amelia into bed and then went to check on Becky. He found her on her back with her head draped over the edge of the bed as Preston fucked her throat over and over and Penelope ate her pussy.

Preston pulled out when he saw John come in.

"She wanted to practice being throat fucked and deprived of oxygen," Preston explained. "She's gotten really good at it."

Becky sat up and looked at John smiling.

"I know why you made Granddaddy stop," she said. "And I'm grateful. But I want to be the best slut I can be. I want to learn to let men fuck me and use me even if it feels like I'm about to die. I want to be ready to give my life for a man's pleasure, Daddy. Will you help me? Will you train me?"

The look of pleading hopefulness in her eyes broke John's heart.

"Of course, my little Slut," John said, leaning down and stroking Becky's face. "You're such a good fuck, Becky. I'll help you be the most dedicated cumrag in the world."

"I want to be used by men," Becky said, holding John's hand to her face and crying. "I want my uncle and all his friends to use me like I don't even matter for anything but their pleasure. I know I won't be complete until I give my body to them and let them have me."

"I'll find them, Becky. And I'll make sure they use you like the worthless, little rapetoy you are."

"Thank you, Daddy!" she cried, throwing her arms around him.

As John held her, he felt the desperation in her heart. Her bare breasts pushed into his chest.

"Lie down, Becky," he said. "I'm going to fuck your throat until you pass out."

"Oh, Daddy!" she gasped, throwing herself down on the bed.

"If you want me to stop, just tap on my leg three times," John told her. "But I hope you won't. And while I suffocate you, Preston is going to use your ass. Neither of us will stop until we cum. Do you understand?"

Becky spread nodded, threw her head back over the edge of the bed, spread her legs, and opened her mouth.

As John slid into her throat, he could feel her gag reflex flutter, but she controlled it. He kept himself there while Preston pushed his dick, already slobbery with her throat saliva, into her ass. As Preston started fucking her tight hole, John started fucking her throat.

"Oh, you feel so good like this," John crooned. "You're my slut, Becky. My nasty, depraved, slut."

Penelope started playing with Becky's tits, pinching and twisting her nipples. As John slowly slid himself in and out of Becky's throat, feeling her gasp for breath as he pulled out, he decided to make it harder on her. He shoved himself all the way in and started thrusting. He felt his balls cover her nose, and her throat constricted around his dick.

"I love it when you gag on me, Becky."

John put a hand down over her throat and squeezed gently, causing more torment for her and more pleasure for himself.

"My orgasm is more important than your breath," he told her.

He felt her lay a hand on his thigh, but she didn't tap, and she pulled it away after a second.

"Good," John commented. "Accept that your mouth only has meaning as long as it's pleasing my cock. Your discomfort doesn't matter. Your pain doesn't matter. Your breath doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is my pleasure."

John felt her struggle. She grabbed the sheets to steady herself as he suffocated her.

"All you have to do is tap me, and I'll let you breathe," he said. But her hands remained at her sides, gripping fistfulls of the sheets as she fought her body's inherent desire to struggle. When her hands stopped clenching, John let go of her throat and pulled his dick out of her mouth.

"Don't stop fucking her, Preston," John ordered. "I want her to come around to the sensation of being used."

John slapped Becky's face and got no response. He slapped her again, and her eyes fluttered as she gasped for breath.

"You did it, Becky," he told her, beaming with pride. "You gave away your right to breathe."

"Did you cum, Daddy?" she asked, her voice rough and sleepy.

"Not yet, Baby."

"Then why did you stop?" she croaked.

Becky opened her mouth again and pulled John's dick, guiding him into her. The dedication, the love, the acceptance all moved John as he watched her body jiggle under Preston's thrusts. He shoved himself into her and felt her grab her own throat and squeeze herself around him while her other hand grabbed his ass and pulled him into her.

"Oh my god, you perfect, little slut," John cried out as he felt her esophagus massaging his cock. He started fucking her throat as hard as he would fuck a cunt, and the sight of her neck swelling with each thrust amazed him.

"I'm going to cum in you, Becky," he moaned. "I'm going to use your throat like a pussy."

As his balls pressed into her face, he felt the moisture of her tears. He shoved himself in until he felt her nostrils pulling against the skin of her sack as her air was cut off. He made short but forceful thrusts into her, accepting the offering of her pain for his pleasure. He was close.

"Suffocate her, Daddy," Penelope urged, twisting Becky's nipples. "She doesn't deserve to breathe until you cum."

Becky's hand went limp, and he knew she had passed out again. His orgasm was mounting.

"Spank her pussy," John ordered Penelope as he continued raping her lifeless throat. "Hit her cunt until she comes around."

John watched as the fourteen-year-old beat the older girl's cunt. Preston moaned as he watched his sister abuse his fucktoy. "Yes, hit her, Penny!" he urged, getting off on Becky's depraved sacrifice.

John felt Becky startle as she came around from Penelope's abuse, and that was when he lost it. His cock swelled, stretching her throat even more as he shot his load directly into her belly. She was panicking, unable to breathe, but she never laid a hand on his thigh. Still cumming, he pulled his dick out of her and sprayed the rest on her face as she choked and coughed and gasped for breath. Preston came in her with a grunt, filling her ass even as John painted her face.

When the boys finished, John helped Becky sit up. She could barely breathe, each breath was a struggle. But when she could finally catch her breath and speak, she smiled and said, "That was amazing."

John felt the relief of knowing that they hadn't broken her. He wiped the cum from her face and pushed his sloppy finger into her mouth to make her eat it. She moaned in pleasure, blinking away the tears and the saliva that had dripped up her face as she had lain with her head thrown back.

"You kept fucking me after I passed out!" she croaked.

"You were amazing, Becky," John told her. "You never tapped out. You just kept pushing yourself. I've never seen a slut so dedicated before."

"Thank you, Daddy," she said, tears streaming from her eyes.

John pulled her mouth to his and kissed her, tasting the cum on her lips.

"When I woke up and felt you still fucking me, and I couldn't breathe again -- I came so hard. I knew I was nothing but a hole for you. And that's exactly what I wanted to be."

"That was incredible, Becky!" Preston told her. "Your ass clenched around me when Penny slapped your pussy to wake you up."

"I felt so abused and worthless," Becky said, smiling. "It was perfect. I think that was the hardest I'd ever cum."

"And nobody was giving you any pleasure, only pain," Penelope said, her voice dripping with admiration.

"I know! I felt like it was exactly what I was meant to be," said Becky, collapsing over onto her side in exhaustion.

John pulled the blanket up over her and made Preston and Penelope get in bed with her.

"Rub her body, snuggle with her. Make her feel loved and appreciated," he told them. "And get her some more chocolate. She's definitely earned some dedicated aftercare."

"Are you not going to stay, Daddy?" Becky asked, sounding a little pouty.

"I wish I could, sweetheart, but Mommy needs some aftercare, too. She rejected Harrison because of what he did to you, and I know it's got to be really hard on her."

"Oh no," Becky said, sleepily. "Poor Granddaddy. He was just trying to make me be the perfect slut."

"He was an opportunistic asshole who didn't care about your life," John corrected her, never raising his voice. "It's one thing if you want to be forced to pass out, but that should always be your choice. He took away your right to choose, and that makes him dangerous. I won't let anyone treat my little girls that way."

"Thank you, Daddy," Becky said, with tears in her eyes. "You always know just how to abuse me in the ways that I love."

"That's because I love you, Becky. You're my little girl. I will always love and protect you and do my best to give you the kind of sex you want."

John leaned over and kissed Becky goodnight.

---

In the morning, after finishing his breakfast, John went out to the shed. Harrison blinked at the light as it streamed in, covering his eyes with his hand. John pulled the door shut and walked up to Harrison, taking out his cock.

"You hurt my little girl, Harrison," he told her. "Actually, you have hurt two of my little girls. Amelia is mine now, under my care and protection as much as Becky is."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm going to make you an offer," John said, stroking his dick in Harrison's face.

"What kind of offer?" Harrison asked, eyeing John's cock nervously.

"Your freedom in exchange for my pleasure. Admit that you were an opportunistic prick for the way you raped Becky. Let me fuck your throat relentlessly until I cum. Then I'll give you the key, and you can walk out of this shed. You'll get in your car and leave, and you'll never return."

"And if I don't?" Harrison asked.

"No one will ever find your body," John replied coolly.

John was grateful for the darkness in the shed, hoping that it could hide the fact that he didn't have the balls to back up that kind of threat. He had no intention of becoming a murderer, but he hoped that after watching him take Amelia away, Harrison wouldn't have the strength to challenge him.

"I'm sorry," Harrison whimpered. "I'm sorry, John. I hurt your little girl. I just can't help myself sometimes."

"Like when Amelia was a girl?" John asked, through clenched teeth.

"Yes," Harrison whispered. "I raped my own daughter. But I regretted it. I tried to do right by her, helping her to see that sex can be fun and wonderful."

John bent over Harrison, speaking quitely right into the man's face.

"What you did to Millie was horrible. But she's a better person than you. She took that horror and embraced it and made it her strength. I doubt she got that ability from you. Are you as strong as your little girl? Are you willing to submit to me in order to redeem your life?"

"I don't deserve it," Harrison sobbed. "I'm a horrible man, John. I can't hide that from you. Millie has always seen it too, but she wanted to believe the best of her dear old dad. I let her down, I did. I hurt her."

"Answer my question, you worthless fuck," John spat.

"Yes," Harrison nodded, wiping away his tears. "You're my better, John. Sir. I... I'll submit to you."

Harrison opened his mouth and looked up at John through the tears in his eyes.

"Good boy," John said, pushing his dick into the older man's mouth. "Now mind your teeth. If you hurt me, I'll find a stick out in the yard and beat you senseless."

Harrison nodded and started sucking. John was pleased to see the tears well in Harrison's eyes and to feel the dedication in his blowjob. He wasn't merely going through the motions. It felt like the man actually knew what to do with a cock in his mouth.

"You're not half bad at this, Harrison," John said, stroking the man's cheek lovingly. "I think you've done this before. Have you?"

Harrison nodded and then started bobbing slowly on John's cock.

"I thought so. Was it your father?"

Harrison nodded again. John slid his cock back and it fell out of Harrison's mouth with a sucking plop.

"Did he rape you?" John asked.

"Yes," Harrison whimpered, tears slipping down his cheeks.

"I'm going to rape you to, Harrison," John said kindly. "Not to punish you. But to dominate you. You have said with your words that I'm your better. Now I want you to say it with your body. I'm going to cum down that fat gullet of yours. You're going to open your throat to me and take my cock and gag on it. Do you understand?"

Harrison nodded.

"And then I'll be free to go?" he asked simperingly

"Then you'll be free to make your next choice," John said cryptically. And with that, he shoved his dick back into Harrison's mouth and started thrusting.

The fat, balding Englishman on his knees did his best to keep up with John's thrusts. When he would get out of time, John would pull out and slap him, telling him. "I know you can do better than that." He was amazed to see how hard Harrison worked to please him. It actually made John feel proud of the old fart.

"I'm thinking of my sweet Millie while I fuck your mouth, Harrison," John said, closing his eyes. "You're never going to have her ever again. You blew it with her, Harrison. Her little girls are the most precious thing in the world to her, and you raped one. She knows now that you're just an opportunistic monster."

"Mmmmhmmphmm," Harrison mumbled around the dick in his mouth. John pulled out so that Harrison could speak.

"May I stroke my dick while I suck you, sir?" Harrison asked.

John slapped him.

"No. You can rub your dumb, little prick after I'm done. My pleasure comes first, you worthless rapesocket."

John shoved himself into Harrison's mouth. He took ahold of the man's head and started thrusting into his throat. The sound of the man gagging pleased John, and the sensation of his throat closing and clenching on John's dick felt even better.

"Your only value to Millie now is your ability to please my cock," John said, hammering into the man as he gagged. "So you better make me cum if you want to have any value at all."

Harrison whimpered, and John felt tears sloshing onto his thighs as he skullfucked the man. He reached down to put a hand around Harrison's throat to squeeze it gently and make the sensation more pleasurable for himself.

"Unnfh! I'm getting close, Harrison. Oh shit, you really know how to please a man, you dirty faggot!"

John felt his climax building and was, for a moment, a little sad that this torment was about to end.

"Yes, Harrison!" he cried out. "Oh SHIT! Your mouth feels so good. Suck me, son! You're going to eat my cum. OH GOD, YES!"

John hammered into the man's throat. Harrison squinted his eyes. His face was red as he let John rape his gullet. Then John buried himself fully as he felt the point of no return building. When he shot his cum, it went straight down the esophagus. Harrison choked, gagged, and sprayed a blast of cum out of his nose and onto John's dick. John pulled himself out a bit and finished on Harrison's tongue.

"That's the second best throat fuck I've had all week," John told him as he continued to spray on Harrison's face. "You see, Becky let me choke her out with my cock last night. She let me make her into the slut that you weren't able to. I gave her a way to safeword, and I abided by it, and she chose -- she chose -- to let me fuck her until she passed out."

John wiped his dick on Harrison's face.

"See, what you don't understand, Harrison, is that there are two kinds of dominators in this world: those who care for their toys and those who don't. You treated her like she wasn't a human being. Like she was disposable. I, on the other hand, made her feel like a disposable piece of trash while treating her like she was the most precious jewel on the planet."

John bent down down to get close to Harrison's face.

"And that's why I had to take Millie away. Because you don't know how to take care of your toys."

John put his dick back in his pants and left the shed, locking it behind him.

---

When John got back inside, he saw that Hannah had taken it upon herself to start class for the girls. He watched her through the window of the classroom for a moment, amazed at how poised she looked in her ModCloth dress with stocking and heels to match. She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she started explaining the Pythagorean theorem. She saw him out of the corner of her eye and turned to look at him.

"Thank you," John mouthed.

She smiled at him and winked. Her confidence was not just charming, it was hot. He wanted to rush in there, throw her on the desk and fuck the shit out of her pussy while the girls watched. But if she was teaching class, that meant Amelia was probably still in bed, and that's where he needed to focus.

John found her in their bed, the curtains still drawn. He stripped off his clothes and slipped in next to her, spooning her body. He felt a sob run through her, and he wrapped his arms around her.

"Millie, my Darling," he said, and she turned to him and buried her face in his chest, giving herself over to the sorrow.

"I brought him here," she croaked. "I set him up to rape my little girls."

"You didn't want to include him. I pressured you," John replied. "We both made mistakes. Me by not trusting you. You by trusting him and me. But the mistakes have been rectified, Amelia. Becky wasn't broken. Instead, she embraced the challenge of letting someone choke her out. I fucked her throat last night until she passed out, and she refused to safeword."

"Oh, John," Amelia gasped.

"She learned that resilience from you. You were the first Doll, Amelia. You were the first little girl to face your abuse and choose to see it as a challenge. You gave your body back to your rapist. You found strength to become someone who helps other little, broken things like you find resilience and power."

Amelia looked up at John with tears in her eyes.

"You're a good Mommy," he reassured her, wiping her tears away. "They love you. They would do anything for you. And so would I."

"I'm not strong enough to be their mummy," she blubbered. "I'm broken again. It's like I'm twelve all over again."

John smiled at her as he stroked her cheek.

"How did you overcome it last time? You say you're twelve? Then act like it. Act like you did back then. Act like the other twelve-year-old in this house who is ready to face her rapist and offer him her body on her own terms. You did this once before. You can do it again. And this time, you have me."

Amelia reached down between their bodies to feel John's erection.

"Why are you hard right now?" she asked.

"Because loving you turns me on, Darling," he said, knowing that it was true. He hadn't sensed his cock getting hard, but now that he was aware of it, he knew that it was the emotions he felt for Amelia that fired his libido.

"I want you," he whispered. "Take me into you, Darling. Give me your body, Millie. Find the passion and strength you need to lead these girls. Be like my cock and rise to the occasion."

She smiled.

"You think awfully highly of your dick right now," she said teasingly.

"Not nearly as highly as you're about to think of it," he said, pushing her over onto her back.

He pushed her legs open and found her pussy with his cockhead. Warm moisture greeted him.

"You're wet," he said.

"Because being loved by my Daddy turns me on," she replied, arching her back as he shoved himself into her.

"Oh, the size of you, John -- I mean, Daddy," she corrected herself.

"Amelia, we can play at being Daddy and Little Girl, if you like. In fact, I think we should at times. You take on so much here, it's probably a good thing for you to let go sometimes and let me control you. But if you want to be equals right now -- if you have the strength to meet me as my fellow therapist, then I'm fine with that, too."

"I will soon," she said. "But right now, I want to be your Little Girl. I want to be Daddy's Darling. I want you to take me and prove to me that everything will be alright."

John put his hand over her mouth.

"Shhhh, Darling," she hushed her. "Don't talk. Just relax and let Daddy take you. Forget everything but the sensation of my hungry cock driving into you. Just look me in the eyes and know that you're my Millie -- my Millie -- and that I will always love you and fuck you and take care of you."

Amelia felt so small as John pressed her down into the bed with his body. His hand on her mouth felt so reassuring. Don't speak. Don't think. Just feel. she told herself. As he hammered into her pussy, she felt the power in his cock. He was taking her. She was his. Everything about it felt so right.

She came before him. Unable to do anything but whimper, it almost felt like a rape, the way he held her down, shushing her as he fucked her -- the most loving and intimate rape she could imagine. And when he came -- the way his eyes glassed over and rolled back into his head as he forced his cock deeper and deeper into her trembling cunt -- watching him cum made her feel like such a good, little girl.

---

"Did you know that your grandfather raped your dad?" John asked as the two of them settled into their desks, getting ready to keep their therapy sessions for the day.

"It doesn't matter. He's a monster. It doesn't change a thing," Amelia asserted.

"It changes one thing," John corrected her. "It changes the way I chose to see him. He's a victim. Just like these girls. What he did to Becky is ostensible no different than when she bit your clitoris, acting out -- perpetuating the cycle of abuse."

"I will not have him living here, endangering my girls. He's a rapist, and that's that!" Amelia snapped.

"He needs help, or he's going to do this shit again," John argued.

"He's the man who raped me, and a trigger that will drive me insane if I have to look at him," she retorted.

"For fuck sake, Amelia, Madison is ready to give her pussy to her stepdad. Can't you suffer seeing the man you once loved?"

"Madison," Amelia replied, coolly, standing up and dropping a file on John's desk, "is able to face her rapist because she has been the recipient of a year's worth of intensive therapy."

Amelia stared at John, and he realized she was right. He let out a breath, slumping his shoulders.

"You're right," he said, looking up at her. "I'm so sorry, Amelia. You're absolutely right. I'm asking you to do something you're just not ready for. How could I be so blind? Can you forgive me?"

"Oh, John," she said, her own shoulders relaxing as she sat down on the edge of his desk. "Of course. I know you are only proposing this because you see the good in him. And I'm glad. I'm so very glad that you do. Because I cannot. I..." she choked as tears filled her eyes. "...I cannot see anything but the monster that... that forced me as a child."

John stood up and wrapped his arms around her.

"I will send him away. Protecting you, protecting the girls -- that matters more to me than anything else. You -- you're my Darling."

"And you're the Daddy I wish I'd had," she sobbed.

"You have me now," he said, kissing her, "and I'm not going anywhere."

---

That night, John took a plate of food out to the shed. Harrison received it greedily, scarfing down the fried chicken, and shoving torn bits of bread into his mouth.

"I'm sorry, Harrison," John said. "I'm sorry that your father raped you. I'm sorry that you raped your daughter. I'm sorry that I let you rape Becky. And I'm sorry... that I have to send you away."

Harrison paused for just a moment, his fingers lingering in front of his greasy lips, ready to shove another morsel into his face.

"But you could help me, couldn't you?" he asked sheepishly. "Take me under your wing? Set me right like you did them girls? I'd submit to you. I would. I'll lick your ass, John, sir. I'll let you rape mine. Just please," he whimpered, "don't send me away from my Millie."

"My Millie," John corrected. "Trust me. You don't want to be around her right now. She might kill you. And I might let her."

"Take me," Harrison said. He swallowed his food with a loud gulp and then bent over the mattress, pulling his pants down, offering his ass to John. I was always tight, my daddy said."

John watched in disgust as the fat lump of a man tried to sweeten the deal with his hairy anus. But something about the sight broke John's heart.

"I'll take you, Harrison, but then I'll send you away. I'm not going to fuck your ass as payment for your room and board. I'm going to fuck your ass to show you what it's like to be fucked by someone who loves you -- even if the love is not much more than pity."

John stood up and took out his cock. He spit on his hand and rubbed it on his cockhead, tugging himself to life. He'd never pity-fucked anyone before. But looking at Harrison's crumpled, enslaved form, he actually started to feel something akin to love.

"Did your daddy love you when he fucked you?" John asked.

"No," Harrison's replied, his voice muffled against the mattress.

"What did he call you when you were young?"

"Harry," the man replied.

"Well, I love you, Harry," John said, "and I want you to feel it now."

John pushed his dick into Harrison's anus slowly.

"Mmmmm, he was right, Harry. You do have a tight, little hole. I'm going to fuck your man pussy, Harry. And I hope that I make you cum."

John angled his dick downward, trying to put pressure on Harrison's prostate as he pumped in and out of the hole.

"Oh god, Harry. You feel so good," John moaned. The man's rectum really did feel warm and inviting as John fucked him. It was different than when he fucked the girls. There was no, slender, lithe body, no hipbones to grab onto, no hair to take ahold of. There was just a ball of whimpering, sadness with a tight, warm hole.

"I'm going to cum in you, Harry. When you feel my hot semen filling you up, then you'll know what a good boy you were for me. You'll know that your ass felt so good that I couldn't help but cum in it. Oh Harry!"

"Daddy!" Harrison whimpered. "Fuck me, Daddy! I love you so much! Please fuck me, Daddy! I'll be a good boy for you! I will!"

The man's desperate role playing touched John, and he felt his pity bloom into real love. He wished he could tear him down and build him back up into something of a worthwhile human being -- but not at the risk of his little girls.

"I'm cumming, Harry. Daddy's cumming in you. Oh god! OH GOD, HARRY! TAKE IT! TAKE MY CUM! TAKE MY LOVE!"

"Yes, Daddy!" Harrison cried. "Oh god! It feels so good, Daddy! Fuck me!"

"I want you to cum for me, Harry." John reached around Harrison's fat hips and found the man's semi-hard dick. He started stroking it. He knew it wouldn't get completely hard while he was inside his ass, but he wanted Harrison to leave this place with the bliss and joy of a good, satisfying orgasm.

"It feels so good! YES, DADDY! FUCK YES! I'M CUMMING, DADDY!"

John felt Harrison's anus clench as the man's dick started dribbling out a soft stream of semen. It ran out his slit with no force behind it, getting on John's hand as he continued to stroke Harrison.

John pulled out while squirting his load, and sprayed his cum on Harrison's asshole and balls. He wiped Harrison's own cum on his hairy ass cheek and then milked himself onto the other cheek.

"Such a good boy," John crooned.

"Thank you, Daddy," Harrison moaned. "Oh, thank you!"

John took a key and unlocked Harrison's chain from the floor. Then he took the handcuffs off him, too.

"I love you, son," John said kindly. "But now you need to get your things and go. Your bags are in your car. The keys are in the ignition. Don't stop at the house. Don't look in the windows. Don't knock on the door. Just get in your car and drive. And as my cum drips out of your ass and into your pants, know that I love you, Harry, but that I will not let you hurt my girls. Goodbye."

John left. He didn't close the shed door. He didn't look back. He just tucked his cock into his pants and walked straight into the house. He knew Harrison would do exactly what he told him. The man had no will of his own left.

---

Abby sat at the table, watching the video feed of John fucking Harrison's ass. She took off her panties and rubbed her pussy. She got her finger all wet inside her little cunt, and then she pushed it into her ass, whimpering.

Amelia walked in to find Abby trying to finger her anus.

"What's this?" she asked, surprised.

"I want it, Mommy. I want Daddy to fuck me like that."

Amelia walked up behind Abby to see the image on the screen. John's head was thrown back as he came in her father's bowels.

"He's cumming," Abby gasped. "Yes! Just like I want him to cum in me!"

Amelia immediately dropped to her knees and got her face between Abby's thighs. She rocked the girl's hips back to expose her tight, young anus. Without hesitation, Amelia started licking Abby's dark, little bud.

"Oh! It feels so good, Mommy!"

Once she had the child's bum thoroughly wet, she started pushing her finger into the girl, fucking her ass with slow, hard strokes. By playing with herself, Abby had already relaxed her sphincter, and Amelia took advantage of that, spreading the girl's hole more and more with each knuckle.

"Yes! Mommy! Ow! Oh, fuck! Yes!" Abby cried.

"Does it hurt, Darling?" Amelia asked.

"It's stretching it. It feels uncomfortable, but..." Abby panted as Amelia continued to finger fuck her nine-year-old ass. "...oh, it feels so sexy too. I like how it stretches me. Stretch me more, Mommy!"

Amelia spit on Abby's hole and shoved two fingers in. She used her pinky and her ring finger since they were the smallest. Abby cried out at being stretched anew, but Amelia persisted in shoving them into the child.

"God, Mommy! That hurts!"

"Do you want me to stop, child?" Amelia asked with sincere concern in her voice.

"NO!" Abby cried. "I need to take Daddy's cock. Don't stop, Mommy! Please!"

Abby's dedication to being an anal whore for John melted Amelia's heart. It was just the thing she needed right now to lift her spirits. The added factor of preparing a beautiful, pre-pubescent girl to be fucked by a grown man made Amelia swoon. She felt so eager, wanting desperately to get Abby ready to be used.

"The more it hurts me, the better it feels to Daddy?" Abby asked.

"Well, to a point," Amelia said, smiling up at Abby. "You have to be loose enough to let him in, but you want to be tight enough to make him feel good. The latter won't be a problem. The former might."

"Loosen me, Mommy, please!" Abby pleaded.

Seeing through the doorway of the great room to where Hannah was setting up a movie for the girls, Amelia caught her eye and beckoned her.

"Oh, fuck, Mommy! That's hot!" Hannah said, watching Amelia fuck and stretch Abby.

"Get me our smallest anal plug and some lubricant, if you would," Amelia ordered. "We need to get Abby's hole ready for Daddy's cock."

"Fuck yes!" Hannah blurted, and she ran off to get the toy.

"I get a butt plug?" Abby asked. The thought made her feel so grown up. Only sluts like Becky used butt plugs. Abby's pussy was drooling at the thought of being as sexy as Becky with a plug in her ass.

"If you're going to be a good little anal whore for Daddy, you're going to need to wear a plug to stretch you out."

"Okay," Abby agreed readily, nodding her head.

When Hannah returned with the toy -- a pink, metal plug specially designed for tight, feminine holes -- Julie and Madison had come with her to watch their little sister get anally indoctrinated.

"I'm going to be an anal whore," Abby proudly announced to her sisters as sweat beaded up on her brow.

"You're going to take Daddy up the ass?" Madison asked. "That's amazing, Abby! I bet it will hurt so good."

Amelia slathered lubrication all over the the toy and Abby's anus, making sure to get both as slick as possible. Just as she started pushing the pink, rounded tip into Abby's tight hole, John walked in.

"Abby!" he exclaimed happily, seeing the plug start sinking into her.

"Oh GOD!" Abby moaned in pain.

"You can do it, Abby," Madison urged. "The hurt down there feels so good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," Abby answered uncertainly as she squinted against the pain.

"Julie, help Abby out," John suggested, closing in on the scene. "Lick her little cunt while Mommy shoves the toy into her ass."

Julie's freckled face spread into a grin at John's suggestion. There was no doubt that the little red-head was the best pussy licker in the house. She immediately bent over Abby and started bathing the girl's cunt with her tongue.

"And Madison, you should kiss Abby. Make her feel loved and cared for while her ass is being stretched."

Madison held Abby's face and started kissing the girl. It was so beautiful to watch a nine-year-old and a twelve-year-old kiss each other so tenderly, so erotically. It didn't take long until Julie got Abby to the brink of orgasm.

"Don't let her cum yet, Julie," John recommended. "Edge her. Make her desperate."

"Mmmm kay," Julie moaned as she changed her licking pattern to focus away from Abby's little button.

"Thank you, Daddy," Amelia whispered as John knelt down next to her.

"No, thank you, Darling," John said, wrapping his arms around her as he watched her stretch Abby's asshole. They both sighed with relief as the bulbous part finally passed through her sphincter, and her ass sucked it in the rest of the way.

"Mmmmph fuck!" Abby cried out against Madison's lips.

"You're doing great, Abby," John told her. Then in Amelia's ear he whispered, "Pull it back out and fuck her with it again. I want to watch her squirm."

Amelia leaned back into John, feeling the warmth of his body, the strength of his muscles as she pulled the plug back out of Abby, making the girl squeal into Madison's mouth again.

"Oh, shit, Mommy!" Abby cried, breaking away from Madison to look down and see Amelia fucking her ass with the plug.

"Yes, stretch the little bitch," John crooned.

"Oh, god! Daddy it hurts so good!" Abby cried.

"Eat her now, Julie," John goaded. "Make her cum so hard. Madison, pinch her nipples. Give Abby the hard, painful fucking she deserves."

John looked up to see that Hannah had brought the other girls into the kitchen to watch. Preston had a hand on both Becky's and Tansy's asses, and Penelope was in front of him, leaning back and rubbing her ass against his crotch. He wondered what the four of them had been up to. Hannah sat down and pulled her skirt up to start rubbing herself as she watched.

"Hurt her, Darling," John told Amelia. "Ruin her little ass!"

"Yes, Mommy! Do it!" Abby cried.

With Julie's tongue on her clit and the plug fucking in and out of her asshole, it didn't take long until Abby was crying out, on the verge of climax.

"YES! OH GOD YES! FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKK!" Abby screamed as she climaxed. She pressed Julie's face down onto her cunt. Abby felt the plug go in and out as Amelia continued to fuck her. The child's eyes rolled back into her head, and Amelia pushed the plug all the way in, letting it settle, and she leaned back against John, panting.

"You did it, Angel," John said, smiling at the child as she trembled from the climax.

"I did it," Abby gasped, breathlessly.

"Now you're almost ready for his cock," Madison told her. "Getting fucked up the ass by Daddy feels so painful and good. I hope we get to watch you do it."

Abby looked up at John expectantly. Her face was ruddy, shining with sweat, and she was smiling. She raised her eyebrows to John as if to ask if that was alright -- for the other girls to watch.

"I think you're almost ready for a ring, Angel. It's time to have another impurity ball," he said.

"Aahhh!" Abby sighed contentedly, grateful that she was deemed worthy enough to receive Daddy's cock and offer her body to him. She couldn't wait to feel him cum inside her.