The Dollhouse

Since the day that her father raped Becky in the shed, Amelia had been acting despondent. She had trouble focusing while teaching class. When it came to decision making, she often simply could not decide on anything, and John had to step in and make decisions. While John enjoyed taking more responsibility with the girls' therapy, he was worried that Amelia was slipping into depression.

"Mommy's hurting," Tansy said, pulling John aside after class.

John looked into the fifteen-year-old's eyes. He suspected that Tansy was empathizing with Amelia from her own suffering, and he was curious about the girl's take on Amelia.

"I know, Tansy," he said sadly, sitting back on the edge of his desk. "I think she feels guilty about what her father did to Becky."

Tansy nodded. She looked up at John, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

"So what are we going to do to help her?" she asked.

John felt so much pride at Tansy. She wasn't just empathizing with Amelia as a fellow survivor, she was willing to step in and help with her healing.

"Were you like Mommy when you first came here?" John asked.

"Not to brag," Tansy joked, "but I think I was even worse. I couldn't even eat."

"What did she do for you? How did she help you get back on your feet?"

"Hmmm," Tansy thought, letting John pull her to him. He set her between his legs and wrapped his arms around her. "Well, she talked to me a lot about how it wasn't my fault."

"Mmmhmm," John listened while petting Tansy's hair. She leaned into him, and the feel of her slight little body in his arms was so comforting.

"She told me that my actions were affecting the other girls and that I needed to take responsibility for my emotions. That I wasn't just a victim, I could be a victor as well."

"Yeah?"

Tansy placed a hand on John's chest, sliding it between the buttons of his shirt to feel his skin underneath.

"But the best thing she did was introduce me to Julie and Becky and encourage me to play with them and have sex with them."

"How did that help you?" John asked, looking down at Tansy and lifting her chin so that she was looking up at him.

"It made me feel wanted," she said, looking into John's eyes. "It made me feel pretty. And it showed me that I can take control of my own sexuality."

"Do you think something like that could help Amelia?"

"I don't know, you're the therapist," Tansy said, reaching up and putting her hand behind John's head to pull his mouth down to hers. "You're hurting too," she said, and she kissed him.

John melted into Tansy's mouth. He let the girl take the lead, and she parted her lips and slipped her tongue between his. She turned fully to him and pressed her breasts into his chest, arching her back and pressing her mouth harder into his.

"Tansy," John muttered, trying to push her away. "I have to get to...mmmph...a therapy session."

"No, you don't," Tansy said, pushing John down on the desk and reaching out to unzip his pants.

"Tansy, stop," John said quietly, pushing her hands away.

"Let me do this for you, Daddy," she said. "You know you want me."

"I do," John said, sitting up. "But I have responsibilities I need to fulfill right now."

"You have a fifteen-year-old pussy you need to fill right now," she said, pushing him back down.

Suddenly, it dawned on John that he had no authority with the girl right now.

"Stop!" he said, pushing her off and standing up.

John took Tansy by the hair and bent her over the desk. He pushed her skirt up and grabbed her panties by the gusset, pulling them halfway down her thighs. Then he ripped off his tie and used it to bind her hands behind her back.

"Daddy! What are you doing?" she asked.

"You seem to have stopped respecting me," John said, unbuckling his belt. "I've let you push me around too much. You don't realize that I'm in charge." He pulled his belt free of the loops on his pants and held Tansy down with a hand on middle of her back. "So I'm going to remind you that I'm the Daddy and you're the Doll."

"What? Wait! Daddy, no! I was just trying to comfort you," she said, starting to panic.

He leaned over her body as he rubbed her bare ass cheeks with his hand.

"I know, my little Flower," he whispered in her ear. "And I will let you comfort me with your pussy later. But right now, I need the comfort of being in charge. I have to run this place -- all six of you girls plus Amelia and Hannah and Preston -- on my own right now. It's not easy, especially since Amelia is dead weight at the moment."

"Okay," Tansy whimpered.

"What?" John asked, standing up and looking down at her. He expected her to argue back, but she didn't.

"You're right," she said looking over her shoulder at him with tears in her eyes. "I just want you to feel better. And if beating me will do that, then...I want you to hit me."

John's heart ached for her.

"I love you so much, Tansy," he said. "You would do this for me? I was trying to put you in your place, but you're...putting yourself there and offering my place."

"I love you too, Daddy. That's why. I will always hurt for you."

"I'm going to open the door so the other girls can hear and come watch me hit you," he said. "I need all you girls to know that you can't push me."

"Okay," she said, sobbing.

John went and opened the door then came back and rubbed the belt on her bare ass cheeks.

"I want you to count them out," he said.

"How many?" she asked.

"How old are you?" he replied.

"Fifteen."

"There you have it," he returned.

Tansy's eyes scrunched up in fear, and tears rolled down her cheeks, but she nodded.

"Feel free to scream," he told her, "but make sure you count."

The belt cracked down across her ass, and Tansy whimpered, "One."

After the third crack, girls were coming in from the great room, drawn by the sounds of the smacks and by Tansy's cries. By seven, all of the girls were there as were Amelia, Hannah, and Preston, watching her take savage blows to her ass that made her body tremble and shake with the pain. By ten, Becky's fingers were in her pussy. By the time Tansy finally screamed "fifteen!" Hannah was breathing heavy, and Amelia was looking at him with awe.

"Bring me the lotion, Hannah," John said. When she didn't move or respond, he turned to her, and his gaze cut through the fog of her arousal. "Now," he said, quietly, and Hannah rushed off to get the lotion.

Tansy started to get up, but John pushed her back down onto the desk. He walked around to the other side and bent over and took her wet cheeks in his hands.

"Tell them why I had to spank you," John said.

"B-b-because you're the Daddy, and-and I'm the Doll," she said with a tear-drenched sniffle.

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

"I love you, too, Daddy," she sobbed.

As Hannah returned and bent down behind Tansy to rub the lotion into the girl's red skin, John leaned in and kissed Tansy.

"Thank you," he whispered against her lips. "That was just what I needed."

"You're w-w-welcome, Daddy," she whimpered. "I'd do anything for you."

"You were a good girl," he said, standing up, "and I'm going to reward you for that by fucking your pussy after I finish my therapy session, okay?"

Tansy nodded, flinching at the touch of Hannah's fingers on her ass.

John looked over at Amelia.

"Tansy is excused from her next class," he told her. "She can lie on my bed face down and wait for me."

John took his belt and laced it through his pant loops as he talked. Then he untied Tansy's arms from his tie and put it back around his neck.

"After you finish this class, Amelia," he said, walking over to her while he tied his necktie, "I need you to do two things for me: write Abby's vows for the Impurity ceremony tonight. She needs to pledge her ass to me instead of her pussy with the promise that her pussy is mine when she's ready to offer it."

Amelia nodded, reaching up to adjust John's tie knot. "What is the second thing, my love?"

"Start the arrangements for Madison's father to come rape her. It's probably not going to be easy to convince a convicted pedophile that we want him to fuck the little girl that got him put in jail. There must be a way to do it, though, and I know that you can figure it out."

He looked down at Amelia. She looked up from his tie into his eyes. He saw the vulnerability there. He knew that she knew what he was doing: exerting his dominance while offering her a place by his side.

"John, I know that I've..." she started to protest.

John slapped her across the face, causing the girls to all gasp.

"No more excuses, Millie," he said. "I've let you wallow in your guilt long enough. Becky is over it, and you need to get over it, too. He was an ass and a rapist, but he's gone. Stop letting him win by acting like a helpless victim."

John looked into Amelia's watery eyes, and she nodded.

"You are the smartest, most incredible therapist I've ever met," he told her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her to him. "Start acting like it."

"Okay," she whispered hoarsely, nodding.

John leaned in and kissed her, putting his other hand behind her neck and cradling her. He felt forceful, harsh when the kiss started, like he was claiming her, demanding her mouth, but as he felt her warm up to it, he softened his hold and let himself feel the emotional connection between them.

"Oh my god," he heard Becky pant as they kissed in front of them.

When John let go of Amelia, he could see the change in her. She wasn't quite there yet, but she was determined to try.

"Show these girls what it means to be strong," he whispered in her ear.

"Yes, Daddy," Amelia said to him.

"Abby?" John said, turning to the little, blonde nine-year-old. "Are you wearing your butt plug?"

She nodded, making her golden curls bob.

"Show me," John said.

Abby looked at the others for a moment with trepidation, but then she turned around, lifted her skirt and pulled her panties down to reveal the pink jewel set into the flange.

"Wonderful," he said. When she stood back up and pulled up her panties, he told her, "Your little ass is so cute, Angel. I can't wait to fuck it tonight."

Abby bit her lip and smiled as she clasped her hands behind herself and swayed from side to side.

"Take her up a size larger," he told Amelia.

Then John took Madison by the hand and led her to his office for her therapy session, leaving Amelia to lead the class.

"Alright," he heard her say as he walked with Madison down the hall. "Tansy, off you go to rest on my... on Daddy's bed. Girls, take your seats. Hannah fetch me the next size for Abby. Abby, bend over, Darling, so that everyone can see your pretty little arse. Preston, off to the kitchen. Once Hannah returns, she'll join you in preparing lunch."

John smiled to hear her take control. As he opened the office door, he saw Tansy walking down the hall, holding her skirt up to keep it off her ass. Her panties were crumpled up in her hand. John pulled her to him as she passed and kissed her.

"You were perfect," he told her. "Put those on my nightstand. I want to sniff them while I fuck you."

Tansy smiled at him. He wiped the tear trails off her cheeks and rubbed the moisture on his lips, licking them. Then he leaned in and kissed her. Tansy's lips were trembling, but she returned his kiss.

"Nobody else could have done what you did so beautifully," he told her. "Now go lie down. I want you to rub your pussy while you wait, but don't let yourself cum. Get yourself nice and wet for me. I want your cunt completely drenched when I enter it."

"Yes, Daddy," Tansy said.

He turned away from her and took Madison into the office, closing the door behind him. As Tansy watched the door close, she knew her pussy was already drenched, in fact, grool was dripping down her thigh. She took a ragged breath, shivering at the thought of him fucking her, and she went to go lie on his bed and wait for him.

---

Fifteen minutes passed as Tansy waited. She lay on her stomach on his bed -- their bed. It was Amelia's bed, really, but since the whole thing with Granddaddy, it was clear that Daddy was in charge now. She could see that he wasn't ready for it -- not completely. It was hard on him, and it hurt Tansy's heart to watch him suffer under the strain. She just wanted to reach out to him, to give herself to him, to love him and empower him. The thought of being able to reach him, help him made her heart swell and her pussy get wetter. With her hand pinned between her body and the bed, she rubbed her clit, moaning, "Oh, Daddy," over and over.

When John opened the door, he saw Tansy's face break into a smile. Her tight, pert ass was exposed. By the way the bed was shaking, he could tell that she was masturbating.

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned, looking into his eyes. "My pussy is so wet for you."

He saw her panties on the nightstand, just like he'd ordered. He picked them up and took a deep sniff as he watched her rub herself for him. He sat down on the edge of the bed and brushed a finger down her cheek. She had braided her hair in the time since he last saw her. It was a messy braid with lots of loose strands -- his favorite kind. He loved braids.

"Did you do this for me?" he asked, picking up the end of the braid.

"Yes," she moaned quietly.

He smiled, and it sent shivers through her body.

"Why?" he asked. "Because I know you love braids," she said. "And because I love you."

John rolled her onto her back. She winced at the pain in her ass as it touched the rough fabric of the comforter.

"I'm sorry I hurt you so badly," he said.

Tansy shook her head. She sat up on her bruised ass to meet him eye to eye, the pain causing tears to pool in her eyes.

"I love hurting for you, Daddy," she said, reaching up to touch his cheek. "I know you're hurting too."

John nodded, his heart pounding heavy in his chest as this fifteen-year-old goddess reached out to him.

"Give me your hurt," she said, leaning in to his mouth. "When you're hurting, you can take it out on me."

"Oh, Tansy," he gasped.

"Please, Daddy," she panted, tracing the edge of his mouth with her fingers -- still wet from her pussy. "If you're having a bad day or a hard time, please take it out on me."

John grabbed her hand and put her fingers in his mouth, sucking her grool from them.

"I know that hitting me made you feel better," she said, getting wetter from the greedy way he sucked her pussy juice off her fingers.

She was right. John felt such a rush of power putting her in her place and beating her while everyone watched.

"Taking care of all of us is hard, I can tell. You need someone to take your frustrations out on."

There was so much love in Tansy's eyes as she offered herself to him.

"Hit me," she whispered. "Beat me. Fuck me if you want -- or don't. I don't even care if I cum, I just want you to be happy, Daddy."

John could feel the testosterone building in his system. It must have changed the way he looked at her because he saw fear flash across Tansy's face for a fraction of a second -- fear followed by desire. He was barely aware of the decision to slap her before he saw his hand flying toward her cheek. She shrieked and fell over from the force of the blow, but she sat back up and started rubbing her pussy as she looked him in the eyes and said, "Hit me, Daddy. Take it out on me."

All the frustration he felt with Amelia not doing her job, all the worry he felt over whether he could run this place on his own if he had to, all the loneliness of being at the top of the food chain melted away as he grabbed Tansy by her braid and slapped her face over and over again. She cried, and her tears cleansed his heart. She screamed, and her voice drove away his worries. He felt nothing more than the thrill of owning her, using her for his relief, and it made his cock so hard that it ached.

He made Tansy get on her knees on the floor, and he shoved his dick into her waiting mouth, thrusting all the way into her throat. She gagged, tasting Madison's cum on him, but she remained open to him. He placed her hands behind her back, not binding them, just telling her where they belonged, and she obeyed, letting him have his way in her throat. Tears rolled down her cheeks, saliva boiled in her mouth, coating his cock until it was dripping down her chin and off his balls.

He ripped his cock out of her and lifted her up onto the bed, face up, with her ass hanging over the edge. She spread her legs to him, but instead of filling her cunt, he slapped it, beating her pussy with hard smacks of his hand right on her puffy, bald labia. She cried, but after each blow, she opened her thighs to him again. She longed for him to shove his cock into her dripping wet cunt, but he didn't. He pushed it instead into her tight anus.

"You're offering me your body?" he asked. "To do whatever I please?"

"Yes, Daddy. Yes!"

"Then I'm going to own you, Tansy," he growled, shoving his full erection into her ass. "You're mine."

"I'm yours," she cried.

"And not just your body, your orgasms are mine. I don't want you to ever cum again unless you beg my permission first. Do you understand?"

"YES!"

"But that doesn't mean I don't want you to play with your pussy. I want you to finger yourself at least five times a day, bringing yourself to the brink of orgasm but not letting yourself cum. Edge your pussy, Tansy. Keep it wet and desperate. You're my fucktoy now."

"God yes!" she cried.

"Say it, bitch," he growled. "You're my fucktoy, my dumb, little whore."

"I'm your fucktoy, Daddy," she whimpered. "I'm your dumb, little whore."

"I'm going to let the brunette's in this house cum anytime they want, but not you," he said, playing into her trauma and fears. "I let Madison cum on my dick. You tasted it, didn't you? You know why she came and you won't? Because she's a real girl, and you're just a toy."

Tansy's eyes started rolling into the back of her head as John hammered into her asshole and degraded her. He pulled out of her ass and slapped her pussy to get her attention.

"You look like you're about to cum, bitch, but I didn't give you permission."

"Daddy, please," she begged as he shoved his cock into her ass. "Please, I'm so close, Daddy."

"I thought you said you loved me, that you'd do anything for me?" he teased.

Tansy whimpered and nodded her head.

"Then my cum should be all that matters to you."

Tansy moaned in agony.

"Fight it!" he said, slapping her tits. "Don't let yourself cum yet."

"Oh, god, Daddy," she moaned, her body starting to tremble.

"I'm going to pull out of your ass and shove my cock into your mouth, Tansy. When you feel my hot cum hit your tongue, then you can cum."

Tansy felt the emptiness in her ass, longing to be filled, but then he was straddling her chest, his erection right in front of her mouth. She took his dick and stroked it, sucking the head, looking up into his eyes as tears rolled out of hers.

"You're my little bitch, Tansy," he said, and he held her head and shoved himself into her mouth.

Her ass tasted putrid on his dick, so bitter and vile, but she smiled as she looked up at him, happy to be degraded for his pleasure, she started sucking, cleaning his hot, throbbing rod with her tongue, watching his eyes as they glassed over, and then...

"OOHHhhh!" he moaned, squirting his seed into her mouth. "Fuck yes!" he sighed as he felt her sucking his release from him.

"You're a good slut, Tansy," he said, and his praise pushed her over the edge.

"Ooohhhhhhhh!" She cried. She didn't even have to touch her pussy, just the sensation of his hot semen filling her mouth and him telling her that she was a good slut was enough. She whimpered with his dick in her mouth, sucking him until he was dry, spent and deflated.

John collapsed on the bed next to her and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her to him.

"Thank you, Tansy," he whispered into her hair as he wrapped his body around hers. "That was just what I needed."

"I love you, Daddy," she said, turning her head to meet his mouth. "I love being your desperate, little bitch."

John's eyes watered, and his body shook with sobs as he broke.

"Oh, Daddy," Tansy said, turning to face him.

She held his face in her hands, and he brought his hands up to keep hers there. She kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his eyes as he gave in to the emotions and sobbed.

"It's okay, Daddy," she whispered between kisses. "I love you so much."

"I feel like a monster," he whimpered. "Like I'm just hurting your the way your father and brother did."

"You're not a monster, Daddy," she said lovingly. "When they hurt me, they didn't care about me. But you -- you taught me to love the feeling of pain and humiliation. It makes me feel so incredible. I love, love, love being used by you, Daddy."

"Nobody else could have done this for me, Tansy," he said, sniffling and sobering up. "Nobody else in this house is strong enough to take care of me the way you're doing. I'm not even strong enough."

John's words filled her with so much pride. It was exactly what she wanted -- to be the one special girl who could reach him and give him what he needed.

"Oh, Daddy," she gushed.

"Becky could take the pain, but she's not as capable of love yet like you. Hannah is the most mature, but she's the least experienced at pain. Even my darling little Madison couldn't reach me the way you are right now."

Tansy's pussy melted as John's praise fell on her ears. She was better for him than Madison! Better than all the brunettes that got to cum when she didn't. She was special.

She felt his cock swelling between their bodies. As she looked into his eyes, it grew, throbbing between them, engorging with blood. She trembled at the thought that he might want to fuck her in the butt again. She hoped she might have some time to let her sore ass rest, but if he needed her again this soon, she was determined to be the best fuck she could right now.

He reached down and took ahold of his cock. She lay back and spread her legs for him, bracing herself for the pain. She looked him in the eyes, holding her breath, shaking with nervous fear. But when his cock plunged straight into her pussy instead of her ass, she let out a deep sigh.

"I love you, Tansy," he said. "Cum for me."

As his cock plowed into her, she felt every inch of it -- every vein in his hot, hard shaft. He took her hands, interlocking their fingers, pinning them down to the sides of her head as he looked down on her with such powerful love and lust in his eyes.

"My perfect, little Flower," he moaned. "I'm going to ruin you over and over, but right now, I just want to love you. I want to feel your tight, young pussy caressing me."

"Oh fuck, Daddy," she gasped.

"This might be the last time I let you cum for a while. I don't want you to even fuck Preston. You can suck his cock and please him if you want. But your pussy, your ass, your orgasms belong to me."

"Yes, Daddy!" she cried.

"And right now I want you to feel my love. I want you to know how fucking incredible and special you are. I want you to know that you're the only girl in the house who can take care of me. I need you so much, Tansy. I need you to be my slut, my whore, my slave."

The word "my" echoed in her head and her heart. He loves me. He needs me. I am his, she thought.

"I'm your slut," she moaned. "Your whore," she whimpered. "Your slave," she cried. "Oh, Dadd-DDDYYYYY!"

John felt her pussy contracting on his cock, gushing her juices on him as she arched her back, convulsively thrusting her hips at him. Feeling her orgasm, John rushed over the edge himself and started shooting his load into her.

"YES!" he cried. "TANSY! MY FLOWER!"

He collapsed on top of her as their genitals continued to throb. He was spent from the emotions. Tansy sighed contentedly as her climax subsided. She petted his hair as his body pressed her down.

"Just rest, Daddy," she whispered. "I'll take care of you."