The Dollhouse

"Why are we here? I thought you already bought Abby's ring?" Hannah asked as John pulled the car into a parking spot near the jewelry store at the mall.

"I did," John said, looking over at Abby in the backseat and giving her a wink. "But there are a couple of girls that I haven't gotten rings for yet."

When John turned from Abby to look at Hannah, the realization dawned on her face. The only other "girls" in the house were her and Amelia.

"John!" she gushed, putting her hand to her chest.

He put a single finger to her lips to shush her. As he leaned in close, he said, "Not John, Daddy."

"Oh, Daddy!" Hannah said, tears filling her eyes.

He pulled his finger away and replaced it with his lips. Abby unbuckled herself so she could lean over Hannah's seat to watch the grown ups making out.

"I want you, Hannah," he said, between kisses. "I want you to pledge..." kiss "...your pussy to me..." kiss "...I want to be your Daddy..." kiss "...I want to own you."

Hannah felt her cunt leaking into her panties as John declared his desires to her.

"Yesssss," she moaned. "Oh, Daddy, yeeesssssss!"

Abby giggled and clapped, making John and Hannah feel slightly self-conscious that they were having such an intimate moment with her audience. Hannah chuckled and tucked her hair behind her ear as she looked up at John.

"What do you think, Abby?" John asked. "Do you want Hannah to be your sister Doll as well as your teacher?"

"Yeah!" Abby said, bouncing in her seat.

John looked the nine-year-old up and down. Hannah had dressed her, and it showed. She was wearing a short-sleeved, tartan dress with a peter pan collar that only came halfway down her thighs when she was standing. Her legs were clad in white knee socks, and she wore a pair of black Mary Jane kitten heels that had leather bows on the straps. John drank in the girl's legs before looking up to meet her eyes.

"I think Daddy likes the outfit we picked out for you," Hannah said, biting her finger as she watched John lust over the child. She gave Abby a wink, and the girl blushed.

"You look perfect, Angel," John breathed.

Abby fidgeted with the hem of her skirt, looking up from it periodically to meet John's or Hannah's eyes. Each time she did, the blush in her cheeks deepened.

"I'm so glad you want me to fuck you," John told Abby. "I've wanted you for so long, but I didn't want to hurt you."

Abby looked up and locked eyes with John. The intensity of his gaze made her blush and breathe heavily. She felt shy for just a moment, but then the excitement of knowing that she was going to have his cock inside of her soon made her feel bold.

"But now I know that if you hurt me it makes it extra special for you," she said. She tossed her blonde locks over her shoulder, and her eyes smoldered as she looked at the man she was going to give her virginity to. Though she felt so grown up, meeting John's gaze this way, she couldn't take it forever, and eventually she looked back down at her skirt.

"Hannah looks pretty too," she said, to divert John's gaze.

"Yes she does," John said, looking over to the eighteen-year-old.

Hannah bit her lip as she watched John's eyes start at her feet. She had on sheer, black, thigh-high stockings and lace-up oxford heels. She, too, wore a peter pan collar dress, but hers was black with tiny, white polkadots and long sleeves that clung to her lithe arms. The bodice was tailored to fit her torso and breasts perfectly, John mused. Her long, dark brown hair fell about her shoulders in ringlets. By the time John's eyes moved to Hannah's face -- drinking in her lips, just red enough to capture a man's eyes but not so blaring as to look slutty, her smoky eye shadow, eye liner, and mascara having the same effect -- he felt his cock start to dribble pre-cum into his boxers.

"Part of me wants to ravage you right here," he said, looking into Hannah's eyes. She trembled beneath his gaze. "My cock is so hard and hot for you."

"Daddy," she whimpered.

"But I want to put that ring on your finger first."

"Are you going to make me wait until the ceremony tonight before you fuck me?" she asked, in despair.

John didn't answer. He got out of the car and came around to open the doors for Abby and Hannah.

"Daddy!" she pleaded for an answer, but he didn't respond.

"I broke my usual habit of buying the rings at different stores and came back to the one where I bought Becky's ring," he said, changing the subject. "The same girl is always working there. She already knows that I'm a Daddy who has a 'Slut' and now she's going to know that I have a 'Darling' and a..." Hannah held her breath. Her mind had been churning, wondering what epithet John would put on her ring. In the times that they had fucked, he hadn't ever settled on one single term of endearment for her that distinguished her from the other girls. She looked into his eyes, her belly tensing and trembling. "...well, I want you to see it on the ring," he said with a smile.

Hannah pouted as she finally exhaled. "You're such a tease," she said, batting his arm.

John took each of them in hand as they walked up to the store's street-side entrance.

"You're going to have Mommy pledge her pussy to you?" Hannah asked John as they entered the store..

"Shhhh," John cautioned as he looked around to make sure nobody had heard Hannah. "Yeah. When she confessed to me that her father was the one who raped her, not her uncle, I knew that I had to take over as her Daddy. She's my Doll just as much as any girl in the house."

"That's so romantic!" Hannah blurted.

"I made her pledge to me in front of her father so that he'd know that he'd lost her. But I want her to pledge in front of you girls, too. It's important for everyone to know that she's a victim who needs healing, too."

"That's hot. But won't it be humiliating for her?" Hannah looked up at him.

"I hope so," he winked.

John made eye contact with the jeweler, a leggy blonde behind the glass counter.

"So, the infamous 'Daddy' returns," the jeweler said.

"Celeste!" Hannah blurted upon seeing the girl.

"Hannah!" the blonde gasped.

She came around the counter, and the two threw their arms around each other, bouncing and squealing in delight. John held Abby's hand as he took in the sight of the two girls. Celeste's dress was robin's egg blue with a white belt that had a little bow in the front. Her blonde hair was done in a thick, fishtail braid that hung over one shoulder. Her legs were bare, but she had on bobby socks under her beige pumps. Her skin was pale and translucent, and John found himself drawn to her full lips as he watched her kiss Hannah on the cheek.

"Wait, so you know 'Daddy' here?" Celeste asked, turning to John and looking him up and down. "Don't tell me! Are you 'Daddy's Slut'?"

"Ha! Not quite," Hannah replied, blushing.

"I didn't think so. Last time I saw you, you were quite the little goody-two-shoes," Celeste joked. "So what are you doing with this tall drink of water?"

"John, meet Celeste," Hannah said, sidestepping Celeste's question. "We went to highschool together, and she's in the Apparel Studies department at the university, which I was planning on applying to."

"What?" Celeste gasped. "You're not going anymore?"

"I...uh..." Hannah muttered as she looked at John.

"Hannah works for me now," he interjected, offering his hand to Celeste. She placed her fingers on his, and John brought her hand to his lips and kissed it.

"Mmmm, can I have a job too?" Celeste joked, biting her lip. "Tell me, what could little Hannah possibly do for a man like you?"

John squinted at Celeste, not appreciating how she was denigrating Hannah.

"She makes my life easier," he replied cryptically.

The way Celeste seemed to melt at John's touch, he felt like he could easily steer the conversation.

"Are the rings in?" he asked.

"Ahem," Celeste said, glancing at Hannah before turning to go back around the counter. "Yes they are, sir." She looked from John to Hannah a few times before she bent over to get two velvet boxes out from under the counter and set them in front of John. "Engraved as you requested."

John opened the first box. He could feel the tension in Hannah's posture next to him. He turned the box to her so that she could see "Daddy's Darling" engraved on the ring, each word on either side of the diamond centerpiece.

"Oh, she's going to love that!" Hannah gasped, drinking in the clarity of the diamond. "And it's a gold band. It almost looks like..."

"An engagement ring?" Celeste chimed in. "If it weren't for the 'Daddy' business, that would be my guess."

"Are you going to propose to her?" Hannah said, looking up at John.

"Not with this ring," he replied with a smile. "I wanted the gold band and the diamond, though, to set her apart from the rest of the girls. I want everyone to know that Amelia is special to me in a different way."

"That's so sweet," Hannah said.

Her eyes glanced down to the other box on the counter. Abby leaned over the counter, staring at the ring for Amelia as John set it down. As he picked up the other box, he heard Hannah gasp. Celeste pressed her hand together and was clapping her fingers in anticipation as she watched John hand the second box to Hannah.

"This one is for you," he said.

When she pried the lid up and saw another gold band and diamond with the words "Daddy's Girlfriend" etched into it, her heart almost stopped.

"John!" she gasped. Her jaw started to quiver as she pressed her fingers to her lips. Her eyes watered as she turned to look up at him. "It's beautiful," she whispered.

John put his hand around Hannah's waist and pulled her to him. She kicked up one of her legs and arched her back as John swept her into a kiss. Celeste and Abby watched.

"I love you, Hannah," he said, looking into her eyes as he broke their kiss.

"I want to..." Hannah bit her lip and whimpered a moment before she could get her words out. "I want to make my pledge right now."

John's cock swelled against Hannah's body where she was pressed against him. He turned to Celeste.

"Do you have any...facilities we can borrow?" he asked.

Celeste's mouth dropped open, and John found himself lusting after her luscious, pouty lips as she stared at him in shock.

"Uhm, yeah," she said, shaking her head to come to terms with what she thought John was implying.

John took Amelia's ring and pocketed it. He held Abby's hand and wrapped his other arm around Hannah's waist as she looked down at the ring in its box.

"Follow me," Celeste said, sauntering over to the restroom at the back of the store. She held the door open for them and watched all three walk in. "What does a girl have to do to join your harem, Daddy?" she asked taking John by the necktie as he came through the restroom door.

John let go of Abby and Hannah and put his hands around Celeste's waist. He looked into her eyes and watched her melt at his touch. He picked her up and set her down outside the doorway.

"Would you give us some privacy, Dear?" he said, and then he closed the door and locked it.

"Before we start," John said, "we need to change Abby's plug. Do you have it in your purse?"

John took the ring box from Hannah as she reached into her purse and took out a steel anal plug. Abby's eyes got big as she looked at it.

"Suck it to warm it up," John told Hannah.

As she pushed the metal probe into her mouth, John turned to Abby. He knelt in front of her and reached up her skirt to pull her panties down.

"This is going to hurt some, Angel," he said. The nine-year-old nodded.

John slipped a finger into her pussy, happy to feel how wet she was.

"Did you like watching me and Hannah kiss?"

She nodded.

"I want you to play with your pussy while you watch me fuck Hannah, okay?"

Abby nodded again.

"Are you excited about tonight?"

"Yes, Daddy," she gasped. "I want to feel you inside of me."

John pulled Abby's mouth to his as he continued to shove his finger into the child's cunt.

"I can't wait, Angel. You know it's going to hurt a lot right?"

"I want it to hurt, Daddy," she said, thrusting her hips toward him as he started fucking her slowly with his finger.

"Your pussy feels so good. It won't be long until I take this hole as well. I love that I get to be the first man inside you, Abby. Do you know how special that makes you to me?"

Abby smiled.

"Turn around and bend over so Hannah can change your plug."

Abby pulled up her skirt and bent over the toilet. The sight of her tiny, slender hips, her pert, ass exposed to him with a pink-gemmed anal plug shining from between her cheeks made him smile.

"You look so pretty bent over, offering yourself," he said.

John took ahold of the plug and slowly pulled it from the little girl's hole. She gasped as it stretched her out, whimpering at the delightful pain. Hannah handed John a wet wipe, and he cleaned it off before handing it to Hannah who put it in her purse.

"Hannah's going to eat your asshole out to make it nice and wet before we fuck it with this new plug. Okay, Angel?"

"Uh huh," Abby murmured.

Hannah took the plug from her mouth and handed it to John. She got down on her knees behind Abby and let John push her face into the little girl's crack. He sighed in pleasure as he watched the eighteen-year-old rim the child that was half her age.

"Fuck it with your tongue," John whispered in Hannah's ear. He pushed her head harder into Abby's crack and watched as her wet tongue penetrated the little hole. Hannah reached up and pushed a finger into Abby's wet pussy while she started fucking Abby's asshole with her stiffened tongue.

"I love that you don't even question me making you lick a child's ass," John said, tucking Hannah's hair behind her ear so that he could better see the display of wantonness between the girls. "You truly belong to me," he breathed, and he nibbled on Hannah's ear.

Both girls were starting to whimper, and John's cock was throbbing with blood. He was ready to fuck. He pulled Hannah back. He fished the bottle of lube from Hannah's purse and slathered it on Abby's little, puckered hole, then he started pushing the toy into her.

"Ow," Abby cried quietly as she felt herself spread open more than ever before. She covered her mouth so that Celeste wouldn't hear her crying. John watched with delight as Abby's tears fell to the toilet lid beneath her, but the girl never tried to pull away. Hannah continued to finger Abby's pussy as John forced the toy into the child.

"You're such a good girl, Abby," John crooned. "I love watching your ass spread so wide to take this toy. My cock is even wider than this, just so you know."

"Fuck!" Abby gasped, making John and Hannah both chuckle to hear the young girl curse.

"I'm going to hurt you so bad when I use you for my pleasure tonight, Angel," John said.

Hannah felt Abby's pussy start to clench around her finger, and she knew the girl was about to cum. She took the fingers of her other hand and worked Abby's clitoris as she continued to finger the child. By the time the anal plug sank home in Abby's rectum, her knees were buckling as her orgasm crashed over her. The pain and pleasure collided in her, as she panted through her nose with her fingers clasped over her mouth. This wasn't the first public restroom where she'd had her plug changed. John and Hannah had taken Abby with them to several stores over the last few days as they collected what they needed for Abby's Impurity Ceremony. She knew she had to keep quite, and the thrill of getting caught if she wasn't quiet enough added to the intensity of her orgasm.

"You're such a good girl to cum for me, Abby," John said, lifting her by her hair and putting his mouth on hers. Abby held John's face in her hands as she let the man probe her mouth with his tongue. Her whole body was trembling with her climax.

John pulled away and made Abby stand in the corner. Then he turned back to Hannah. As she watched him take the ring box out of his pocket, she was trembling, holding back her tears. He slipped the ring out of the box, took Hannah's hand and slid it onto the ring finger of her right hand. Abby's pussy juice helped the ring to slide on easily. John lifted Hannah's fingers to his mouth and sucked on them for a moment, looking her in the eyes as he did. When he pulled her fingers out of his mouth, he said:

"Repeat after me," and she repeated:

I, Hannah, promise to always be Daddy's Girlfriend,
to learn from him and Mommy how to claim 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 girl, and I will always be his girl.
I know that Daddy loves me, and that is why he fucks me.
When I am ready, I will offer Daddy all my holes to fill with with his cock
so that he can show me his love in my mouth, my throat and my ass
the way he shows me his love by fucking my little pussy."

"Now get on your knees and take out my cock," John ordered.

Hannah sank down in front of John. She unzipped his slacks and reached a shaky hand inside to pull out his erect member. She held it reverently in both hands, staring at its enormity in front of her face.

"Now repeat these words, too." She did.

I kneel before 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 Girlfriend.
I offer my panties to you, Daddy,
as a symbol that I am offering you my pussy.

"Kiss it," he ordered.

He looked down into her rich, brown eyes as she licked her lips then planted them on the head of his shaft. The soft, moist pressure of her mouth made him gasp. He felt a drop of pre-cum ooze from his slit. Hannah must have noticed it because her tongue ran up his glans and licked at his hole. She moaned as she tasted his salty fluid. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he looked down at her.

"Now take off your panties, lie down, and spread your legs for me."

Hannah stood up, never taking her eyes off of John. She reached up under her skirt, grateful that she'd worn thigh-high stockings instead of pantyhose. She pulled her lacy underwear down her legs until they fell free beneath her knees and dropped down onto her shoes. She stepped out of them and lifted them up to offer them to John. He held them to his nose as he watched her lie down on her back, pull up her skirt and spread her thighs to him.

John tucked her panties into his pocket and knelt down in front of Hannah's offered holes. He placed a hand on either thigh right where they met her crotch and bent low to slide his tongue up the length of her wet slit. Hannah panted and trembled at the sensation of his tongue. Her body shook with a shiver as it slid up to glide over the nub of her clitoris.

He looked up at her from between her thighs.

"I offer you this ring as a symbol that I will fill your holes with my loving cock. As your finger fills the ring, so will I fill you. I am your Daddy."

"And I am your Girlfriend," Hannah whimpered.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Hannah," he said.

She bit her lip and nodded.

"Tell me what a desperate whore you are for me, spreading your thighs to let me fuck you on the bathroom floor while your friend listens outside the door."

"I'm such a desperate whore for you, Daddy," Hannah gushed. "I always will be. I will never stop loving you, John! You saved me. My body, my life belong to you."

Hannah gasped in blissful shock as she felt John drive his cock all the way into her with one thrust. Then his mouth was on hers. She wrapped her legs around him and dug her fingers into his hair as he ravaged both her pussy and her mouth. If they had been present enough to sense anything but each other, they would have heard Abby's whimpers and the sound of her fingers in her pussy as she watched. The might have heard Celeste's muffled cries as she fingered her own twat with her ear pressed to the door. But John and Hannah could sense nothing but each other.

For all the pussies that John fucked, all the Dolls that opened their holes to him, he never ceased to marvel at how each girl's cunt embraced him differently. Hannah was wet and tight -- not as tight as the little girls like Madison and Julie, but certainly tighter than Becky and Tansy's well-used holes. He loved the depth of her embrace. He never had to worry about hurting her by hammering her cervix. Hannah's cunt was deep, and he could fuck her with the full length of his shaft which he did now.

He pulled his mouth away from hers so that he could look into her eyes. They were wet with joy, leaking her tears of bliss as she felt John hammer his love into her cunt.

"You're mine, Hannah," he said. "I'll love you and protect you, kiss you and fuck you for the rest of our lives."

Hannah nodded in bliss, too weak to speak. Her climax was building quickly. She cradled John's face in her hands, looking up at him, desperation etched into her face. She wanted to cum for him, but more importantly, she wanted his cum in her.

"Fill me, Daddy," she breathed. "I want to feel your hot cum inside of me. I want to spend the rest of the day with your semen dripping down my thighs, knowing that you've marked me as your own. I'm your Doll, Daddy!"

John's face pinched as he felt his own climax nearing.

"I will, Hannah. I'm going to fill you up. I love your tight, wet pussy so much. My Girlfriend! My Doll! My Hannah!"

Abby covered her mouth again as she came with them, clamping her legs tight around the hand that was rubbing her little snatch. Outside the door, Celeste couldn't believe her ears. She never knew that Hannah had it in her to let an older man fuck her in a public restroom, and it turned her on to imagine John's shaft driving into her friend.

As John felt his climax about to break, he pressed his mouth to Hannah's, willingly giving up his air as he hammered into her. Her pussy gushed on him, caressed him in a tight, clenching embrace as she came for him. Then he buried himself to the hilt, balls-deep in her young pussy as his body surged with electric delight. He felt his shaft swell with each surge of his seed shooting out into Hannah's inviting cunt, spilling into her womb.

He collapsed on top of her, breathless, panting as the height of his orgasm passed. His cock continued to surge in her, dribbling out the last drops of his semen in ever-slowing spurts. When he caught his breath, he lifted himself up off of her, propping himself up on his hands.

"You belong to me now," he told her.

"Oh, Daddy, yes!" she gushed. "I am forever yours."

---

Celeste tried to compose herself, smoothing her skirt as she hurried to get behind the counter to make it seem like she hadn't been listening at the door while they fucked. Her knees were weak, and if she hadn't caught herself on the counter in time, she might have sprawled on the floor.

She tried her best not to look as the restroom door opened and John and the girls came out. She couldn't believe what she'd heard about the little girl having an anal plug and Hannah ate the girl's ass! As much as she wanted to remain nonchalant, she couldn't help but look at Hannah with a newfound respect. She shamelessly watched them walk toward her.

"Let me see the ring," Celeste said, to cover the awkwardness she was feeling.

Hannah was still breathing heavily as she lifted her right hand to her friend. She was sure Celeste would be able to feel her trembling, but she was almost sure that Celeste was trembling too.

"Well," Celeste said, taking a deep breath and letting go of Hannah's hand. She turned to John. "I don't know exactly what kind of daddy needs a slut, a darling, a girlfriend, and..." she looked down at Abby's necklace, "..an angel, but..." she reached up and straightened his tie, looking into his eyes, "I know that I want a daddy like that."

John looked down at the young woman as she stared wantonly up into his eyes. She let go of his tie and laid both of her hands on his chest. He could feel how hard she was throwing herself at him, and he wanted her, but he couldn't betray Amelia's trust and his vow to keep himself disease free for his girls.

"I'm afraid I can't have intercourse with girls outside of the place where I work," he told her. He could see in her eyes that his rejection made her want him all the more.

"Daddy, can't you fuck her if you use a condom?" Hannah asked. She wanted Celeste to be able to feel what she had just felt.

"No," he replied, still looking into Celeste's longing eyes.

"But you could make her cum," Hannah suggested. "Like you did with me the first time we met."

"Please, sir," Celeste moaned. "I'll do anything you want." She could feel her pussy leaking down her thighs. "I'll suck your cock. You can fuck my throat. I'll lick your balls or..." she glanced at Hannah and Abby, "lick your ass. Just make me whimper like you did Hannah."

"You were listening!" Hannah gasped with mock surprise. The thought that her friend had heard her declaring her submission to John thrilled her.

"Celeste," John said, reaching up to cradle the woman's face in his hands. "I have an incredible responsibility being the Daddy for a house full of beautiful, women and girls. They need me to be my best, to be clean, to be true. If I fuck you, then I break that fidelity with them, and I'm not going to do that. But even though I can't fuck you and give you the pleasure of having my cock inside you, I can make you cum with my fingers."

Celeste felt her knees give way. John slipped his arms around her waist to hold her. "Take your panties off for me," he whispered in her ear.

Celeste wasted no time, reaching under her skirt to remove her underwear. John lifted her up and set her bare ass on the glass of the display cabinet. He pushed her knees apart, making her expose her bare pussy to anyone who might enter the store.

Although Celeste could hear the sound of people milling about in the mall beyond her jewelry store's entrance, she was willing to risk being exposed as a slut to have this man finger her pussy.

John looked at her cunt as he slid a finger up her wet slit. Then he looked up into her eyes as he pushed two fingers into her. She moaned out loud, and her moans changed to whimpers as John's fingers started fucking in and out of her pussy. As aroused as she'd felt listening at the door as John had fucked Hannah in the bathroom, it didn't take long for Celeste to reach her peak. She looked over at Hannah and Abby watching her get fingerfucked. Knowing that her wanton cunt was exposed to her highschool friend and a nine-year-old girl made her feel like such a slut.

When she turned her head, John reached up and grabbed her by the chin, turning her face back to him. The way his coarse hands felt against her skin, the way he took control of her body, making her look at him aroused her all the more.

"Cum for me, slut," John said quietly, and she did.

"FUUUCKKK!" Celeste cried out as her pussy gushed all over John's fingers. The glass counter was soaked in her juices as she squirted onto it, drenching her thighs.

John pulled her fingers from her cunt and shoved them into her mouth. She groaned in pleasure at the taste of herself.

"Th-thank you," she panted.

"You're welcome, Celeste," John said. Then he took Hannah and Abby by the hands and turned to leave the store. "You should clean up your mess," he said over his shoulder as they left the store.

"Thank you for making her cum, Daddy," Hannah said when they got into the car. "Did you like watching Daddy make Celeste's pussy gush all over the counter?" she asked Abby in the back seat.

The little girl nodded, reaching up under her skirt to touch herself.

"It was so hot, Daddy," Abby murmured. "I hope I cum like that for you."

---

After dinner that evening, everyone was excited at the prospect of a new Impurity Ball. The girls were all very encouraging to Abby about giving herself to John. Julie, in particular, talked to the girl to tell her how wonderful it was going to feel when Daddy cums inside of her.

As the girls retired to their room to get dressed, Amelia started to head to the bedroom she shared with John to shower and change. Hannah and Becky took her hand and pulled her toward the common bedroom that the girls shared.

"Tonight you're just another Doll, Mommy," Becky told her. "You have to come shower and get ready with the rest of us. Daddy's orders."

Amelia looked over her shoulder at John as the two girls dragged her away. The look in her eyes held both shock and disappointment, but John knew the humiliation factor would soon start to kick in with her.

In the shower, Hannah made Amelia sit on the bench that went around the outer edge of the communal shower room.

"Spread your legs, Mommy," Hannah said. "We're going to shave your pussy for Daddy to make sure you're as hairless as little Abby."

Tansy and Becky each held one of Amelia's legs as Hannah knelt down between them with the razor. Amelia felt so exposed and weak as she let the girls handle her. Then Hannah took her place, and let Tansy and Amelia hold her legs while Becky shaved her.

The girls all got under the water to shower together. Each of the three females that were going to pledge themselves to John tonight was attended by one or two girls. Madison took care of Abby, washing her body and hair. Julie and Penelope teamed up to clean Hannah. Meanwhile, Becky and Tansy tended to Amelia. Having a seventeen- and fifteen-year-old wash her, their hands sliding beneath her breasts, into her crevices, massaging her scalp, made Amelia feel both pampered and helpless. Tears came to Amelia's eyes as she let the girls touch her, caress her, cleanse her.

"I'm glad you're one of us," Tansy said.

"A wise woman once told me that it's okay to feel broken," Becky told her.

After everyone was showered and dried, they came out to the bedroom to get dressed. All the girls put on the same babydolls negligees that they had worn when they dedicated their pussies to John. The sheer, see-through fabric hung from black ribbon spaghetti straps over their tight, little bodies and were speckled with tiny black polka dots all over as well as trimmed with black ribbon at the top and bottom. Their chests were bare underneath, and their young breasts showed plainly through the sheer fabric.

The girls who had already pledged their pussies to John wore them pantyless as well, with their pert asses and bare pussies showing through the fabric that ended right below their cunts. Amelia, Hannah, and Abby, however, had pink panties on that also had black polkadots and black ribbon trim. And on the ass of their panties were their nicknames: Angel for Abby, Girlfriend for Hannah, and Darling for Amelia. Becky made the three initiates turn around and bend over to show the other girls their asses.

"Instead of white like a typical purity ball," Penelope said to Amelia, "your attire is pink to represent the soft, beautiful inside of your pussy."

"The black trim and polkadots stand for the pain that you came through to get her," Tansy added.

"And it's a babydoll nightgown because you're Daddy's baby and his doll," Julie said.

"It's see-through so that Daddy can see your beautiful body," Becky explained.

"And the panties are your gift to Daddy, representing your relationship with him and what you mean to him," Madison finished.

"You girls!" Hannah blubbed. "I'm so proud of you for remembering all of that from your Impurity Ball."

"Thank you, Girls," Amelia said, tears coming to her eyes. "You have all been so kind and supportive of me ever since everything that happened with my father. I feel like I have betrayed you and lied to you, and..."

Becky put her finger over Amelia's lips, stopping her from talking.

"We understand, Mommy," she said. "You're a Doll. Just like the rest of us. We're all broken and in need of being put back together again. You did that for us. Even if you might have lied while you did it, it still helped. Every single one of us is a better person because of you."

The rest of the girls murmured their agreement, and Amelia burst into tears. Becky took the woman into her arms, and the other girls crowded around to wrap their hugs around her as well.

"Daddy's going to make everything better, I promise," Madison told Amelia as the girls let her go.

"Yes, I suppose he always does," Amelia said, fanning her face to dry the tears.

"Good thing we haven't done makeup yet," Julie said, and everyone laughed, blubbering at the same time.

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John stood at the head of the great room as the girls came down the hall. His breath caught in his chest as he saw Amelia, Hannah, and Abby walking together, hand-in-hand, approaching him. At 46, Amelia still had a firm body. Her C-cup breasts looked amazing under her nightgown, and her thighs, while showing her age, were still tight and trim. Hannah, at 18, was almost half John's age. Her body was a beacon of perfection: the perfect mixture of youth and adulthood, with curves exactly where they should be and soft, supple skin. Abby, half Hannah's age, was completely flat-chested and had only the hint of a swell to her hips. John wondered whether her menarche was going to come in the next year as he stared at her virgin cunt.

The three initiates took their place in front of John, and the rest of the girls lined up behind them. A large pillow rested on the floor between the line of girls for them to relax on while they offered their bodies to John. He could see how nervous Amelia and Abby looked. Hannah, however, between them was beaming with joy. John smiled at them to put them at ease before addressing them all. Preston stood just behind John and to the left side. He caught Hannah's eye and winked at her.

At a nod from John, Madison came up and knelt at his right side. She unzipped his pants and reached in and took out his cock and started stoking it to keep him hard.

"Mommy created this place as a refuge for girls like her: girls who have suffered both physical and emotional pain, girls who might be afraid of never finding joy in sex. She single-handedly found almost all of you, and every one of you were vetted by her before being allowed to join the Dollhouse.

"But recently we discovered that some of what Mommy told us was founded on a lie. It was a lie she had taught herself to believe. A lie like so many of us have told ourselves over time in order to cope with what would otherwise be a pain too great to face."

John looked at Amelia. Her head was down. She was fighting back tears. John reached out and put a finger under her chin to lift her gaze up to meet him.

"But you did face that pain, Amelia," he said. "You did it for the sake of one of your girls And in so doing, you revealed yourself to be just as broken as them. Which means that you're just as capable of finding healing and redemption as they are."

The girls all nodded and murmured their agreement.

"And that is why I want you to be the first Doll to pledge her pussy to me tonight, Amelia."

John let his hand drop away from her chin, and she realized that she suddenly felt very cold without his touch.

As John took the ring from Preston's hand, he said:

"You've already made these vows to me, Darling. You made them in front of your father, and in doing so, we broke his heart and proved to him that you are no longer his toy." He turned to face her with the ring in his fingers. "Now I want you to make the vows to me again, in front of all our little girls. I want you to show them that you're brave enough and strong enough to be broken down so that I can rebuild you with my love."

She could hold back the tears no longer. They streamed down her cheeks, staining her face with the tracks of her mascara, and when he saw her like that with her emotions spelled out in ruined makeup, John's cock ached painfully for her as Madison continued to stroke it with her tiny hands.

"Repeat after me," he instructed, and she did.

I, Amelia, promise to always be Daddy's little Darling,
to learn from him 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 girl, and I will always be his girl.
I know that Daddy loves me, and that is why he fucks me.
I offer Daddy all my holes to fill with with his cock

Amelia noticed that he changed the vow for her. For the little girls, they vowed to "someday" offer him their other holes. The fact that he was making her vow them all to him right now made her heart beat faster and made her pussy drip as she said the next words.

so that he can show me his love in my mouth, my throat and my ass
the way he shows me his love by fucking my little pussy.

"Now get on your knees in front of my cock," John told her.

Amelia knelt down before John. Madison took Amelia's hands and put them on her father's dick so that Amelia could take over stroking him.

"Now look into my eyes, Darling, and repeat these words in front of all our little girls."

Amelia looked up at him with sultry eyes and tear-stained cheeks as she slowly stroked his massive erection and repeated:

I kneel before 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 panties to you, Daddy,
as a symbol that I am offering you my pussy.

"Now kiss my cock," John ordered.

Amelia continued to look him in the eye as she leaned toward him. But when her lips met the tip of his hot shaft and felt the bead of pre-cum there, she melted. Her eyes fluttered as they rolled into the back of her head. She licked and slurped up the juice and then took his whole head into her mouth, running her tongue around his glans as she savored the salty taste of his throbbing manhood.

John groaned in pleasure as he watched her slowly suck his cockhead. He felt his body tense, and he was afraid that he would cum almost immediately if he didn't do something. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off his cock.

"Now take off your fucking panties and get on your back" he seethed.

Amelia's heart pounded at John's demanding voice as she stood up enough to slide her panties slowly down her thighs. The sight of her gusset, covered in creamy discharge, made John's cock throb that much harder. She handed him her panties, which he sniffed deeply before tucking them into the pocket of his suit coat. Amelia lay back on the pillow.

"Open your thighs, damnit, and let me taste you," he groaned.

As John buried his face in her cunt, Amelia felt the passion in him. He grabbed her thighs roughly, forcing them apart, bending her body to his will as his mouth covered her sex. She felt his tongue pushing into her, spreading her lips apart. His mouth was so demanding as he ate her out, and she felt her body giving in to those demands.

"John! Daddy!" she cried as he pushed her to her climax. His lips and tongue probed every crevice of her tender membranes, but when he flicked his tongue up across her clitoris, she truly exploded.

John climbed up on top of her. This was not how the ceremony usually went, but John was desperate to couple with Amelia right now. He shoved his cock into her quickly, spreading her open with one hard thrust. As he lay on top of her, he took her finger and slid her ring on. Amelia and the girls quickly realized that the ring was golden, not silver like theirs, and that he was placing it on her left hand, not the right.

"I offer you this ring, Amelia, as a symbol that I will fill all your holes with my loving cock. As your finger fills this ring, so will I fill you. I am your Daddy!"

"And I am your Darling," she replied.

"Darling, will you be my bride?" he asked, pulling back and thrusting into her again.

"Yes!" she cried, both at the sensation in her pussy as well as in answer to his question. "John, my Daddy! Yes!"

She wrapped her thighs around him and lifted her hips up to meet him as John started fucking her in earnest.

"I want to always belong to you," she whimpered as she looked at him with tears brimming and then streaming down her face.

"You're mine, Darling," he said, thrusting hard into her pussy. "Mine. My baby, my doll, my fiancee, and my wife."

"Daddy, YES!" she screamed. "Fuck me, Daddy! Make me your baby girl. Make me your wife. I belong to you!"

John hammered into Amelia's cunt. The sound of his hips slamming into hers echoed loudly in the room.

"My Darling," he grunted.

"My Daddy," she replied.

And then they came. John roared as he pounded her and then held himself fully inside of her. He felt her pussy tighten around him, and then his cock sprayed into her, shooting his cum, filling her with his seed. They said no words as they looked at each other with tears blurring their eyes, but they made such animal noises as John claimed her.

Once John collapsed on top of her, spent, the room was silent except for the sounds of fingers in wet pussies.

"Fucking shit!" Preston moaned, taking his cock out of his pants.

John and Amelia both chuckled breathlessly at his endorsement of their copulation.

"Penelope, why don't give your brother a hand," John suggested.

"Or a mouth," Amelia offered.

Penelope rushed to her brother, dropped to her knees and took his throbbing member into her mouth. He grabbed her by the hair. She looked up at him with her big, blue eyes and wrapped her lips over her braces as she slipped him in and out of her mouth.

It didn't take very many thrusts before Preston was shooting his seed into her, spraying her tongue with his jizz. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head at the familiar taste of her brother's semen. It was heaven. She loved him so much, and the flavor of his cum always made her feel so special, so complete.

He held her face in his hands as his cock throbbed with each squirt of his powerful orgasm. When he finally started to deflate, he pulled away from her.

"Show me, Sis," he said.

Penelope opened her mouth to let her brother see his cum on her tongue. They both loved that part, the evidence of their incest, the proof of what she did to him, what he did to her. She felt so much like his little sister as she knelt there, open for his inspection. He nodded, and she closed her mouth and swallowed his hot, slimy load with a loud gulp. Then she opened her mouth to him again to show him that she'd taken his spunk into her belly.

"I love you," he said.

"I know," she replied.

She stood and kissed him on her tiptoes. Everyone watched as she shoved her tongue into her brother's mouth to make him taste himself on her.

"Holy fuck, that's hot," Hannah gushed.

"Hey, that's my line," Becky returned, and everyone laughed.

Then they realized that John and Amelia were still on the floor coupled together.

"That was beautiful," Amelia said. "So much so that you made Daddy's cock swell again inside me."

"Are you going to fuck her again, Daddy?" Penelope asked.

"No, but I'm grateful to the two of you for kicking my libido back into gear," he replied. "Now get back to your places. We have two more Dolls to initiate."

Penelope gave her brother one more kiss before she returned to her spot. Then John pulled his cock out of Amelia's pussy, and with it came a gush of cum, spilling out onto the pillow. He stood up and helped her to her feet.

"Stand with me, Darling," he said, wrapping his arms around her and pressing her to him with his wet erection smashed between their bodies. She nodded, and he kissed her and let her go.

Amelia took the rings from Preston.

"Keep your cock out and go stand by your sister," Amelia instructed. "However, if you feel like you need any more relief, I encourage you to share this lovely dick of yours with every girl in the back row," she told him taking his cock into her hand to squeeze it a moment.

"Yes, Mommy," Preston said, and he went to join his sister, the girls parting to make room for him.

Amelia looked down at the rings in her hand. She held Hannah's ring and read the inscription. She also noticed that it was gold like hers and had a diamond like hers. As she held the ring out, John held her hand in both of his.

"I want Hannah to be a part of our lives forever," he explained. "You will always be my wife, my Darling, but I want her to be my girlfriend."

The girls behind Hannah gasped.

"John," Amelia said, smiling, "if you're afraid I'm jealous, well..you needn't worry." She looked up into his eyes. "I share your beautiful cock with so many other girls every day. And I remember the moment you brought Hannah to us. You were right to do so. She has made our lives so much easier. She has made this place run so smoothly. I want her to be yours -- your Girlfriend -- for as long as the two of you love each other...which I assume will be forever."

"I love you, Millie," he said, feeling both relief and pride at the same time.

"And I love you, John." she replied. "And I look forward to eating your cum from her pussy and feeding her your cum from mine for the rest of our days."

John smiled.

"But first, you must claim her. Make her yours, John. Show her what it means to submit to you as her Daddy."

John turned to Hannah and saw the wet streaks of grool running down her thighs. Madison reached out to stroke his cock for him, but he stayed her hand.

"Get on your knees, Hannah," he ordered. "You've already repeated the main vows to me this morning. Get on your knees and suck Mommy's cum off my dick."

Hannah dropped down immediately and put her mouth on his large, glistening member. She moaned as she tasted their mingled cum, sucking him clean.

"Now stroke my dick and look me in the eye as you repeat after me," he said.

Hannah repeated his words:

I kneel before 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 Girlfriend.
I offer my panties to you, Daddy, as a symbol that I am offering you my pussy.

"Take them off," John commanded.

His lust had rarely been this out of control. He hadn't intended to fuck any of the girls except Abby, but now he knew that he was eager to have Hannah as well. He'd already fucked her once today, but it wasn't enough. He needed more.

As she handed her panties to him, he slipped the ring onto her finger. Although it looked almost exactly like Amelia's ring, he put hers on the right hand like the other Dolls.

"I offer you this ring as a symbol that I will fill your holes with my loving cock. As your finger fills this ring, so will I fill you. I am you Daddy."

At the word "daddy", Hannah wept.

"He wouldn't have me, but you have always wanted me," she blurted out, speaking of her biological father who had fucked her and then kicked her out when he felt his own guilt. "I love you so much, Daddy. You're so much better than him. I will always, always be your Girlfriend. And I will always be your little girl, your little Doll."

She threw her arms around John's neck and stood on her tippytoes to kiss him. Returning her kiss, John swept her up and laid her down on the pillow. She felt the now-cool pool of cum that had fallen out of Amelia's pussy under her ass, and it made her shiver -- both with cold and with delight.

Lying on top of her, John reached between them and guided his cock to her entrance.

"FUCK!" she cried. "Daddy, YES!"

He moaned as her warm, wet pussy enveloped him.

"I love you, Hannah," he grunted, shoving himself into her.

"Yes," she whimpered. "You're so much better than my real dad, Daddy. You're so loving, so good, so strong. I wish I was your little girl."

"You are now," he said, pulling back and hammering into her again. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Hannah. Just like you were my own daughter."

Hannah cried at each forceful thrust of John's cock. If she hadn't been so wet, it might have hurt her. Even still, she knew it was the kind of fuck that would leave her pussy feeling bruised tomorrow -- and she wanted it.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" she cried as his thrusts lifted her ass off the ground.

"Hannah, my little baby," he crooned.

Having already cum in Amelia, John lasted a little longer inside Hannah's pussy, but not by much. Soon he felt his libido building, his body tingling.

"I'm going to cum in you, Baby," he gasped.

"Yes, cum in your Girlfriend, Daddy," she moaned. "I want to stop my birth control so you can get me pregnant, Daddy. I love your cum. I want to grow it inside of me."

At the mention of pregnancy, Amelia touched her own belly. She knew life was stirring inside of her. She assumed it was her father's, but she wished it was John's. She was eager for the fetus to be strong enough for paternal testing so that she could know for sure what she was in for. She knew John would love the child regardless, but she sincerely hoped that it was not Harrison's.

"You're going to have to wait your turn," he said, pounding her. "Mommy is going to have her baby first. You're going to be there to help her. And then I'm going to fill you up and watch as your belly and your tits grow."

"My body is yours to control, Daddy," she said lovingly. "I want your baby so bad, but I will do whatever you say. I'm yours now. You own me. Decide what you want to do with my womb."

Hannah's devotion moved John so much. The thought of having so much control over her, even to the point of being able to decide whether and when she got pregnant, filled him with testosterone. He felt the power over her, the power of owning her, possessing her.

"Yes," he hissed, and then he came.

He closed his eyes for a moment as he shot his seed into her. Then he opened them and looked at her. Hannah's eyes were flooded with tears.

"I love you," she mouthed, wordlessly, holding her breath as her own climax built.

John sensed her need, and he hammered into her even harder, driving her there until he felt her pussy gush with cum. Then he collapsed on top of her, panting, as they let their orgasms wash over them.

When John finally rolled off of Hannah's body, Abby was there, looking down at him.

"Daddy," she pleaded, "I want it all. Fuck my pussy! Fuck my throat! Fuck my ass!"

Hannah took John's hand in hers and squeezed.

"She's ready, Daddy," Hannah whispered. "She told me she'd been thinking of it ever since she watched you fuck me this morning. Take her. Make her your little Angel forever."

"Holy fuck," John moaned, getting up onto his knees. He took the nine-year-old's face in his hands. "Oh, yes. Yes, Abby! YES!"