The Dollhouse

"Madison's birthday is getting close," John said, nuzzling Amelia's breast.

"Mmmmmm, are you sad that you won't be fucking a twelve-year-old anymore?" she asked, sinking into the pleasure of his tongue encircling her areola.

He chuckled and blew on the trail of saliva, making her nipple pucker. "Because she's turning thirteen? No. What I mean is: we need to hurry and make arrangements for her stepfather to rape her. I want it to happen on her birthday like when he first raped her."

"John!" Amelia said, sitting up. "Are you sure we should be doing this? I mean, after all I went through with my father! The advice I foisted upon you about giving one's body back to one's rapist... I just assumed that you would see through all that bollocks with the way I'd lied to you about my rape, and..."

John put a finger over her lips to silence her.

"Yes, you lied to me about a fictitious uncle raping you. But the heart of what you told me about making the conscious decision to go back to the man who raped you, to give him your body of your own free will -- I still agree with you that that is the most healing thing you could have done. And I think it will be incredibly healing for Madison."

Amelia's eyes began to water.

"If she chooses to let him use her body for his selfish pleasure, then there's nothing he can hurt her with anymore."

Amelia put her face in her hands.

"I was a fool when I said those words to you, John," she muttered.

"Since I have met you, I have never once seen you act the fool," he said, pulling her hands away.

Amelia closed her eyes, pushing the tears down her cheeks. She felt John's lips on hers. His hands cradling her face. He moved one hand behind her neck, pulling her hard into the kiss. Just as she opened her mouth to him, he pushed her away, shoving her down onto the bed. She opened her eyes, looking up at him in surprise to see that he was climbing onto her. His forcefulness, his aggressiveness, his command of her body, made her pussy drip.

His hairy thighs pushed her smooth legs apart. She lifted them up, holding herself wide open, exposed to him. She was ready. She was yearning. She could see the want on his face, and it moved her. He shoved his cock into her slit without a pause and sank immediately into her with a sigh. She gasped, fulfilled by the feeling of being filled.

"I want you to make the arrangements with her stepdad," John said, pulling back to start fucking her.

"Why me?" she moaned.

"Because you're incredibly good at disarming men," John said, pushing all the way into her and grinding his pelvis against her clit. "We need to put him at ease, make him feel assured that this isn't some kind of trap."

"Mmmmmmmm," Amelia purred. "Yes, John."

He slapped her across the face.

"Don't call me John when we're fucking," he barked with a smile. "Don't ever forget that I'm your Daddy. You belong to me."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," she said, looking up at him with pouty eyes and smiling lips. "If I call you the wrong name again, will you slap me some more?"

"No. I'll just stop fucking you and go finish inside the first little girl I meet outside this bedroom," he replied. "If you want me to slap you, just ask."

"Please, Daddy," she purred. "Please slap me. I love it when you put me in my place."

"So you'll do it?" John asked.

"I'll do anything for you, Daddy," she said.

"Tell me what you'll do." He raised his hand.

"I'll visit Arthur Glen," she panted. "I'll convince him to rape his daughter...your daughter. I'll make him feel safe."

John brought his hand down across Amelia's face, and she squealed in pain and delight.

"And I'll make him hungry to force himself on her pretty, little body again."

John grinned as he slapped her again.

---

Arthur Glen walked into the diner and immediately saw the woman he was to meet. She was at the far end, in a secluded booth, but the red trenchcoat and hat made her unmistakeable. He walked across the diner to meet her, his ankle monitor chafing him as always. He slipped into the booth and cleared his throat.

"It's not every day I get a text from my parole officer telling me that I need to go have coffee with some chick who's...dressed like Agent Peggy Carter," he said.

"Well, Madison told me about how much you enjoyed Captain America. I figured with my accent, the gag was too fun to pass up," Amelia replied. She set her red fedora down on the table and slipped her coat off of her shoulders.

At the mention of his stepdaughter's name, Arthur Glen's eyelids fluttered minutely.

"So you've spoken with my little girl, have you?" he said nervously. "Is this some kind of fucked up revenge fantasy you're trying to play out? Are you going to take me out back and have your buddies beat me with baseball bats or something? I got enough of that in the pen."

"Rest assured, Mr. Glen, that if I wanted you beaten, I could handle the job myself. I mean, if you're Steve Rogers in this scenario, then it's clearly before you took Howard Stark's serum.

Arthur chuckled, relaxing somewhat. Amelia looked the man over. He was short and thin, losing his hair and growing a moustache to make up for it. He sat hunched over, closed off, protective. He was scared, and he had good reason to be. But then, that was why she was here.

"Relax, Mr. Glen," she said with a smile. "Nobody is going to beat you...just yet. In fact, I'm here to make you an offer." She slipped her foot out of her shoe.

"Oh yeah?" he asked skeptically as the waitress came over.

Arthur ordered a coffee and then turned back to Amelia as the waitress left.

"What kind of deal?"

"There is a service I need you to provide. Something you should be quite capable of, I'm sure, In exchange, I can not only get that pesky monitor off your ankle," she said, touching his leg with her foot and slowly running it up his inseam, "I can get you pardoned."

"Heh," he chuckled. "That's some deal. Let's say I believe you. What do you want me to do?"

Amelia pushed his knees apart with her foot. Then she found his crotch and put her foot firmly on his package. She leaned in and whispered to him.

"How much would you give to fuck your stepdaughter one more time? To sink this cock into her tight, little hole again?"

Arthur's breathing got heavy.

"Don't fuck with me, woman," he growled.

The waitress came with the coffee pot and filled his cup. Amelia continued to stroke his cock through his pants with her foot the whole time.

"Strange. I'm not getting much of a response down here," she said, tapping his member with her toes. "I suspect I'm not your type or something."

He grunted a laugh as he lifted his coffee cup to his lips and sipped.

"I hope being in prison didn't turn you off to females," she joked.

"I like females," he said, setting his coffee cup down.

"Just not when they're full grown?" she asked with a wink.

"So this service?" he asked, glaring at her across the table.

"I want you to rape Madison for me," she said with a smile.

Amelia felt Arthur's cock twitch under her foot. "Ah, now I sense some interest...growing."

"What the fuck are you playing at, English? I got the shit beat out of me in the pen for being a pedophile. Why would I want to risk that again?"

"You're a very lucky man, Mr. Glen," Amelia said with a smile, dismissing his anger. "You see, your parole officer shared your medical records with me, so I know that -- despite what I'm sure were abundant ass-fuckings in prison -- you happen to be clean in terms of STIs. That means you're going pay the nice lady for our coffee, and then you're going to take me to your apartment where I'm going to show you a video that should convince you that I'm not -- as you say -- just fucking with you."

Arthur kept his mouth shut, still unsure of Amelia's intentions.

"You'll like this video. You see, I'm Madison's therapist -- her sexual recovery therapist, if you will. She's almost ready to complete her recovery. I just need her to endure one last thing to prove to me that she has no hangups regarding her sexuality. And that is...to let her rapist fuck her again."

Amelia took a smartphone out of her purse, pulled up a picture of Madison sitting on the edge of a chair, fingering herself, and handed it to Arthur.

"Consider this a sample of what you're going to witness when you take me back to your place. Suffice it to say, we can't watch the video here."

Arthur's eyes bulged when he saw the picture on her phone.

"And I'll suck your cock while you watch it."

"Check please!" Arthur bellowed to the waitress.

---

"You're...uh...okay with being alone with a convicted rapist?" Arthur asked, unlocking the door to his apartment.

"I'm not afraid of you, Arthur," Amelia said, leaning in and adjusting his collar. "I know you're an opportunist. You only rape things that can't fight back. That's why you're not attracted to me, because you know I could hurt you."

Arthur opened the door and barged in, throwing his keys on the coffee table and standing by the couch, waiting for Amelia's lead.

"So, how does this work?"

Amelia closed the door behind her and clicked the deadbolt in place.

"We're completely alone, I presume?" she asked.

He nodded, a look of eagerness on his face. He looked like an addict waiting for his dealer to show him the product.

"Pull down your pants and sit down, Arthur," she said, retrieving the smartphone from her purse and pulling up the video.

Arthur dropped his pants. His belt clanked as it hit the livingroom floor. He sank down on the couch and spread his legs. Amelia handed him the phone and sank to her knees between his thighs, stroking his scrawny, hairy legs with her hands as she waited for the video to start.

The video showed Madison in Amelia's office, sitting in the club chair. She was dressed in her usual schoolgirl uniform. Her hair was done in a braid and pulled over one shoulder.

"What do you want to say to your stepfather, Madison?" John's voice asked on the video.

"I'm sorry you had to go to prison for fucking me, Arthur," she said, dropping her chin and looking into the camera.

"What else?" John asked.

"Uhm..." Madison looked down at her hands in her lap for a moment before looking back up. "I know that I teased you a lot. When you called me a dumb slut and hit me, you were right. I'm just a little cock-hungry whore."

Arthur's erection swelled in front of Amelia. She took it in her hands and caressed him. He wasn't as big as John, but he was above average -- probably six inches. She fondled his balls with one hand and moved the other up and down his shaft, letting the skin slide over his swollen rod.

"I used to watch you fuck Mom," Madison continued, "and it always made my pussy wet. It hurt me so much when you raped me. But I like pain now, just like Mom. And I want you to put your big cock back in me and rape me again, Arthur."

At that, Madison started unbuttoning her blouse.

"My little titties are starting to grow. They're not much yet." She pulled her top open, exposing herself to the camera. Arthur groaned. "But I love to have my nipples pinched and pulled." She demonstrated with a moan. "But best of all..." she lifted her skirt and giggled, "My pussy is so wet already." She pushed her panties down to the middle of her thighs. "...and my little cunt is still pretty hairless. I remember that day when you raped me, you said how much you liked my bald pussy, Arthur."

As Madison in the video pushed her panties down to her ankles and sat back on the chair with her knees spread apart, Amelia took Arthur Glen's cock into her mouth.

"When you put your cock here," Madison said, spreading her labia and shoving two fingers into herself, "I want you to know that you can do it rough." She started fingering herself. Over the video, the sound of her wet cunt squishing around her fingers over and over filled Arthur's apartment, bouncing off the bare walls. "I like it rough," Madison panted.

"Holy fuck," Arthur grunted.

"You can tie me up. Or just hit me and fuck me. I'll do anything you want, Arthur," she gasped as she looked into the camera and fingered herself. "I just want to feel your big, hard cock using me again. I want to be your little rapeslut." Madison's voice raised in pitch and volume as her arousal grew.

He grunted, thrusting up to meet Amelia's mouth.

"Please, Arthur! I just want to feel you cum insde me as you tell me what a stupid cunt I am...ungh! Oh! Fuck!"

Madison's eyes squinted shut as she drove herself closer and closer to her orgasm. Then she slapped herself, crying out at the blow, and Arthur put his hand on Amelia's head and shoved her all the way down until his cock was buried in her throat. He fucked her face with all his energy while he watched Madison cum on the tiny screen.

"Madison," he grunted. "You dumb shit. You stupid whore!"

Amelia loved the force with which Arthur was using her mouth. Despite his tiny frame, she could feel the strength in his thighs, his abs, his arms.

"Rape me!" Madison cried, and Amelia felt the hot jizz boil up from Arthur's testicles to shoot into her mouth. He dropped the phone which caused the video to stop, and he held Amelia down with both hands as he rammed his pelvis into her face again and again. She felt the blast, going straight into her throat. It gagged her. She couldn't breathe, but she loved giving this man the chance to cum inside something warm and feminine.

Eventually, Arthur let her go, dropping his hands to his sides as he panted to catch his breath. Amelia kept her mouth on him, sucking him dry until his cock started to deflate. She stood up, wiping her lips with her finger and sucking it clean before sitting down on the couch next to him with her legs crossed at the ankles.

"I take it, you're considering my offer then?" she asked with a smile.

"Jesus Christ!" he said, looking at her out of the corner of his eye as he threw his head back and breathed. "So this is for real?"

"I assure you, this is very real, Mr. Glen. I consider it in Madison's best interest for you to do just as she requested and come rape her."

Arthur pushed his fingers through his hair as he exhaled.

"How do I know this isn't some kind of entrapment?"

"There's more to the video. I suggest you finish it."

Arthur shook his head as he lifted the phone and hit the play button on the screen. There was a few more seconds of Madison cumming very loudly, and then the camera picked up and moved to the side. John entered the frame with his erection sticking out of his pants. He shoved it directly into Madison's pussy, making her scream as she wrapped her legs around him. John looked at the camera.

"The woman sucking your cock is Madison's therapist and foster parent. I'm her therapist as well, but I'm also her biological father."

Madison was furiously thrusting her pussy up onto John's cock, whimpering with each thrust as the recording continued.

"This isn't a trick or a trap. Amelia will leave the phone with you -- not only so that you can enjoy watching Madison beg you to rape her -- but so that you have leverage against us to put yourself at ease. Consider our offer. Madison's birthday is coming up, and the only gift she wants is your cum."

John turned back to Madison and pinched her nipples as she fucked herself on his dick. Then he slapped her a few times before grabbing her by the hips and thrusting into her wildly.

The video ended.

Arthur set the phone down on the coffee table and held his face in his hands for a moment. Then he leaned back and looked at Amelia.

"You can get my sentence pardoned?" he asked.

"I have very powerful friends," Amelia replied.

"The governor is the only one who can pardon me," he said. "Do you suck his cock, too?"

"I haven't had the pleasure myself, but the governor and I have a mutual friend. She assures me that his cum is delicious."

"Goddamn," he muttered, sinking into the couch and starting at the ceiling. "So I wouldn't be on the sex offender registry anymore?"

"That will be included in the pardon," Amelia said. "But..."

"Ah, I knew there was a catch," he grunted, picking up a pack of cigarettes and pulling one out. He held it in his lips as he reached for his lighter.

"If you ever rape another little girl again, you won't go to trial."

"Now, you're just gilding the lily," he said, striking the lighter into flame and holding it to his cigarette.

"You misunderstand me," Amelia said, taking the cigarette out of his mouth and crushing it out on the coffee table. "My point is that you won't be alive for prosecution. And your body will never be found."

"Hmph," he said, leaning back into the couch. "You got all manner of powerful friends."

"I most certainly do, Mr. Glen," Amelia replied with a smile. "Are my terms acceptable to you?"

Arthur tossed the lighter onto the coffee table and nodded.

"All I ever thought about in the pen was that moment, the way my cock felt inside her tight, little pussy as I pumped her full of my seed. To have a once in a lifetime chance turn into twice in a lifetime? Fuck yeah. I accept your terms, bitch."

"Excellent. Be ready at 9 PM on Madison's birthday. I assume you know the date?"

"Heh," he coughed. "I was decent at some parts of being a stepdad. Besides, it's etched into my brain after hearing it over and over during my trial."

"A car will pick you up downstairs. You will wear a sack over your head to keep you from seeing where we're taking you."

"What about this thing?" he asked, kicking his foot up onto the coffee table and pulling up his pants leg to reveal his ankle monitor.

"Your parole office will be here to remove it at 8 PM that night. If you fail to keep our arrangement in any way, you won't need it, as you will have violated your parole and will return to complete your sentence behind bars. If you fulfill our arrangement, then you will come home a free man."

"And I get to keep the video. Forever?" he asked, picking up the phone and swiping to see if there were any other videos. It was the only one. "What's to keep me from turning you in after I fuck Madison?"

"My powerful friends, of course," Amelia replied.

"S'pose I'll wind up in the ocean or something. Huh?"

"I'm sure part of you will, yes. Bodies in the ocean have a nasty habit of washing up on shore, so it will be a part of you that is hard to identify -- a knee or a rib, perhaps."

Arthur nodded.

"One more thing," he said.

"Name it," Amelia replied.

"I want to watch this again, but this time I want to use your pussy."

He grinned at her, and she saw the missing teeth on one side.

"Is that all?" she asked.

Amelia stood up and lifted her skirt. She pulled her black panties down over her black thigh highs, letting them drop down onto her red patent leather pumps. Then she bent over the coffee table, resting her hands there and spread her legs apart, stretching her panties out.

"Show me how rough you're going to be inside our little girl, Mr. Glen. Convince me that you know how to rape a pussy."

---

John spent the day with Madison. While Hannah and the others prepared for Madison's party ("How do you decorate for a rape/birthday?" Hannah asked Becky jokingly), John pampered his daughter, showering with her (making sure to get her clean inside and out), treating her to a nice brunch, buying her a new necklace.

"You're a teenager now," he said, as she turned around and lifted her hair to let him clasp the chain around her neck. She turned back around to face him, lifting the heart pendant with its tiny off-center diamond shining in the light to her lips.

"I'm your teenager, Daddy," she said with a smile.

Meanwhile, Arthur Glen opened his mail to find two items: a pink envelope that looked like it might have a greeting card in it, and a regular letter-sized envelope that looked somewhat official. Neither had a return address on them. He opened the pink envelope first to find, not a greeting card, but a birthday invitation. The picture on the front was Madison wearing a fancy dress and a tiara. The picture was taken from above her, and her face filled the top third of the frame. He felt his cock stir looking at it. He opened it up to find scrawled in her handwriting:"Please cum to my party. Love, Madison," and she dotted the "i" with a heart.

The other envelope was a legal document that would authorize Arthur Glen to act as a psychiatric specialist for the dates listed -- both the beginning date and the end date were Madison's birthday. There was a post-it on the document instructing Arthur to sign it and bring it with him when the car picked him up.

Looking back at the birthday invitation, he noted that Madison had written "cum" instead of "come", and he felt a low growl building inside of him as he took his cock out. He started jacking off while looking at the picture of Madison's pretty face. She looked older. The dress fit tightly across her chest, showing off her budding breasts. The want and need inside of Arthur was building as he stared into the eyes of the little girl on the page.

"I'm going to rape you again, Baby," he grunted, rubbing his fist up and down his hard cock. "I'm going to rape you so hard. You're going to pay for the months I spent in the pen. You're going to pay for that bitch of a mother stabbing me. You're going to pay for all of my hurt, my agony, my..." His voice cracked as he said, "...my loneliness."

His fist became a blur as he looked down at the soon-to-be thirteen-year-old smiling up at him.

"I'm going to fuck the shit out of you, you dumb...fucking...CUNT!"

Arthur's seed spattered across the invitation in his hand, coating Madison's sweet face, painting her with goopy slime that caused the ink on the picture to run.

---

Preston stayed in the car, keeping it running while John went up to Arthur Glen's apartment. He marvelled a bit at how rundown and filthy the building was inside, but the realized that a convicted pedophile out on parole would probably have a hard time getting much work. He knocked on the door, and Arthur opened it before John finished knocking.

The man was dressed in his best jeans and button-up short-sleeve shirt. His hair was slicked over, possibly in an attempt to reduce the effect of his receding hairline. He was clean-shaven except for the moustache, and a lit cigarette hung from his lips.

"Arthur Glen," he said, offering his hand to John who shook it. "Come on in. Close the door. I was just finishing getting ready."

As John stepped inside and closed the door behind him, he couldn't help but notice Arthur's excited nervousness. The man pulled a comb from his back pocket and gave his hair a once over. Then he crushed out his cigarette in an overflowing ashtray on the beat up coffee table. He grabbed up a small present wrapped in the comics from the newspaper. It looked to be about the size of a DVD case.

"It's pretty fucked up," Arthur said, turning the present over in his hands, "but your gal, the British chick..."

"Amelia," John offered.

"Yeah, her. Damn fine broad, that woman. Anyway, she, uh..." He chuckled nervously. "She suggested I get her the same present I got on...uh...her last birthday. You know, the day I..."

"Raped her," John finished.

"Yeah," Arthur said, looking down at his feet, his excitement drained for the moment.

"Say it, Arthur," John told him.

Arthur looked up at John. His eyes moved up and down to take in John's suit. He wondered for a moment if he shouldn't have put on his suit. It was a bit baggy on him after how much weight he lost in prison. But the look in John's eyes told him that he needed to focus.

"The day I raped her," Arthur said, stiffening his back and holding John's gaze.

"Good," John said with a wink, slapping Arthur on the shoulder to let him know that he'd passed. "Did your parole officer get the ankle monitor off?"

Arthur nodded and bent over to scratch the place where it had been.

"And the document you got in the mail?"

Arthur picked it up off the coffee table, shook some cigarette ashes off of it and handed it to John who folded it and tucked it into the inside pocket of his suit coat.

"Are you ready?" John asked.

Arthur let out a heavy sigh, blowing the air out between his pursed lips. "Ready as I'll ever be, I guess."

They went down to the street. John held the door for Arthur who slid in the back. John got in beside him.

"Put this over your head," John said, handing him an opaque sack.

"Like some prisoner or war or something," Arthur chuckled nervously.

"No prisoner of war was ever offered what you're about to experience," John said sternly.

Arthur nodded and pulled the sack over his head. John pulled the drawstring tight around Arthur's neck and put a small padlock on it to keep it from coming off until they were ready. Preston started driving them to the Dollhouse.

"So," Arthur cleared his throat. His voice sounded somewhat muffled from inside the cloth bag. "You're Madison's...?"

"I'm her biological father," John replied.

"How the hell?" Arthur asked.

"Kismet," John said, smiling. "I guess it was just meant to be."

"Imagine that," Arthur scoffed. "We both fucked Crystal. Hey, that makes us eskimo brothers, don't it?"

John looked confused, but Preston laughed.

"What?" John asked.

"You know. Up in Alaska, them eskimos, if one of 'em's got a wife and his brother doesn't, they share her. Keeping it in the family and all. So when guys have fucked the same broad, they're eskimo brothers. Like blood brothers, but with, you know...jizz."

Despite himself, John laughed.

"Not just Crystal," John said. "We've both cum inside Madison, as well. So does that make us eskimo fathers, too?"

"Ha ha. Sure man," Arthur chuckled. Then he got quiet. "Hey, um, can I ask you something?"

"Sure," John said, starting to relax around the man who'd raped his little girl.

"If you're like her dad and shit. Why are you letting this happen?"

"Instead of beating your ass into the curb?" John asked.

"Yeah," Arthur said, shuffling his feet.

"Because I'm not just her father. I'm also her therapist. What you did should have destroyed her. In fact, it did for a while. You definitely deserve the knife wound Crystal gave you. And it's pretty fucked up that she's still in prison while you're out on the street, about to be a free man. But Madison..." John took a deep breath. "Madison is incredible. She's so strong. Amelia helped her learn to channel her pain into pleasure."

John was quiet for a moment; then he continued.

"She was the first girl I fucked when Amelia gave me the job. I felt an immediate connection with her. And when I put my cock inside of her, I found myself telling her how much I loved her. I couldn't help myself. The emotions were overwhelming. Madison is the most important thing in the world to me -- ever. And I know that she has the power to overcome what you did to her, to claim it and make it her own. And if she can do that, she can survive anything."

All three were silent for a while. Not even Preston knew everything that John had just divulged. Arthur definitely needed time to process it. But after a few minutes, Arthur couldn't help but ask more questions.

"So is this going to be like some BDSM stuff where we have safewords and shit?"

"There won't be any safewords," John said solemnly. "Just understand from the beginning that Madison is fully consenting to anything you do to her. I want you to be rough. Be a man. It's important to her that you only think about your needs, not hers. Think with your cock. Your sexual gratification is the only thing that matters. If you want to slap her, do it hard. If you want to spit on her, call her names, make it humiliating."

Arthur shook his head, taking it in. "Okay, man," he said quietly.

"But know this," John said leaning in to say it in Arthur's ear. "If you break any bones or cut her or do any kind of permanent damage to her, I will do the same to you tenfold."

Arthur gulped.

"We're here," Preston announced as he pulled the car up to the house.

---

When the men entered the front door, the hustle and bustle inside stopped. Everyone turned to look as John came in first, followed by Arthur and then Preston.

Madison, sitting on the middle of the couch, surrounded by the other girls, froze when she saw Arthur. His eyes immediately found her in the room full of pretty girls. John watched his daughter as she gulped and then stood. She walked around the coffee table toward her stepfather.

"Hi, Arthur," she said nervously.

"H-hi," he said, his voice cracking. "I, uh, got your invitation. It was..." He thought about the picture of her smeared in his cum, "so pretty."

"I'm glad you're here," she said, nervously.

There was a moment, where they just stood in front of each other while everyone watched in silence. Then Madison rushed forward and threw her arms around Arthur, turning her head and pressing her face into his chest as she held him. Arthur, in shock at first, took a moment before he wrapped his arms around her too. He patted her on the back as she continued hugging him.

"I...I missed you, Sweetie," he said, tearing up a bit.

Madison let go of him and looked up. She was tall, and he was short, so he only stood a head and a half above her.

"I hated you for so long," she said quietly. "But I'm really glad you're here. I...I wanted this. I want it, I mean. I really..." Her eyes wandered down his body to his crotch and then back up to his eyes. "...really want this."

Madison threw her arms around him again, and she felt his cock swelling against her body. He was too nervous the first time she hugged, but now that she had put him at ease, his body responded to her. She felt it.

That's the cock that raped me, she thought. The cock that brought me here. The cock that is going to use me tonight, and she got wet.

When Madison let go, Arthur cleared his throat. "I, uh, got you something, Sweetie."

He handed her the humble gift.

"Can I open it now, Mommy?" Madison asked turning to Amelia.

"Of course, Darling," she said, glad that the gift she suggested could set the mood.

When Madison tore the paper open and saw Cinderella II: Dreams Come True. She almost dropped it as images and the memory of pain flashed through her mind. Her hand trembled.

"How lovely," Amelia said, stepping up and inserting herself into the moment. "Why don't you thank your stepfather for this thoughtful gift?"

Madison breathed heavily for a moment she looked at the cover. Her forehead was sweating. Her hands were trembling. She felt frozen in place.

"Madison," Amelia said, lifting the girl's chin to make her look up at her. "Don't be rude. Thank your stepfather."

Madison shook her head for a moment. The fear was clear on her face. She just looked up at Amelia dumbly.

"Madison," John interjected, his voice low and quiet but commanding. "Do as Mommy says."

Madison's bottom lip trembled as she looked at John. She nodded and turned to Arthur.

"Thank you, Arthur," she said, looking down at the DVD.

"Look him in the eyes, Princess," John said, "and say it again."

Madison's eyes were brimming with tears as she looked up at the man who raped her two years ago to the day. She bit her trembling lip. His face was distorted by the water in her eyes. Then she blinked, and the tears poured down her face silently until they landed on the DVD case with two soft taps. She took a ragged breath. The panic in her chest sank down to her belly, and she found the strength to smile through her watery eyes.

"Thank you, Arthur," she said. "This is...very meaningful."

She threw her arms around him again, and as she felt the cock press into her body, she exhaled, and it was almost like a moan. When she pulled away from him, she looked at the lump in his pants and touched it, making him startle and gasp. She smiled with her mouth, but her eyes were still on the verge of panic. She took his hand and led him to a chair.

"Wow," John gasped.

Amelia smiled and squeezed his hand.

"Madison, Darling, put the movie on," Amelia said.

Madison's step faltered. Everyone watched as she slowly walked to the entertainment center. She reached up a trembling finger and pushed the eject button on the player. She had trouble opening the DVD case, dropping it twice, but eventually, she got the disc out and loaded it. The sound of Disney filled the room. She stood there, in front of the TV, transfixed.

John walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder as he squatted down next to her.

"You're being so brave right now, and I love that," he whispered in her ear. "It hurts, doesn't it? Right here?" He touched her chest, putting his hand over her left breast. She nodded her head. "I'm so glad. I love watching you push through the pain. You're so beautiful when you cry, when I can tell that I'm really hurting you. You want it to hurt, don't you?"

Madison looked at John and nodded. He smiled.

"He's going to rape you again, Madison, and it's going to hurt your heart and your soul more than it hurts your pussy. You know that, right?"

She nodded, her chin and bottom lip quivering as her eyes filled again.

"Do you remember what you told me, the night I fucked you while you told me about your rape? You said you wanted to find him to give your pussy to him. You said you wanted to thank him for bringing you and me together."

Madison nodded.

"It's easy to let you rape me," she said, looking into John's eyes. "You love me so much, and I can always feel it. But he...just wants me."

"Yes," John said. "That's it exactly. His cock responds to your tiny body, your flat chest, your bare cunt, your incredible vulnerability. He's not a Daddy. He doesn't know how to love you or take care of you. He just knows that he wants you. Do you remember what else you told me that night?"

Madison shook her head.

"You said, 'He just needed my pussy, Daddy.'"

Madison took a ragged breath.

"He's a weak, pathetic man, Madison, and you're the only thing that ever game him true pleasure. Don't you want to give him pleasure?"

Madison smiled meekly and nodded.

"There's a part of me that's so much like my mom," she said, looking down at her feet.

"You're Crystal's daughter as much as mine," John said, pulling her to him.

"I'll be a whore like her, but I'll be strong like you, Daddy."

John wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight to his chest.

"That's my little girl. My sweet little rapedoll."

When John let her go, Madison wiped her eyes on the backs of her hands and turned to the room. Everyone was watching her, waiting.

"Let's open my other presents," she said, skipping over to the middle of the room.

She came up to Arthur who was watching her with a weary expression on his face. She hopped right up into his lap, leaned back against him, looking up at him and said, "Thank you so much for this present, Arthur. It reminds me of the last time we were together."

She felt his cock thicken under her ass, and she squirmed in place, still looking over her shoulder into his eyes. He gasped. His hips bucked up involuntarily for just a moment, grinding his dick against her tiny butt.

"Y-you're welcome, Sweetie," he said breathlessly.

"Kiss me, Arthur," she said. "I haven't had a kiss from you in years."

Arthur leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers. She could smell the cigarettes on his breath and in his moustache. It made her stomach flip to think that the last time she'd smelled that, was when his mouth was on hers in the floor of her mother's closet two years ago. She was just a weak little eleven-year-old back then. Now she was a teenager, and she knew how to kiss a man. She parted her lips, feeling him do the same. She welcomed his tongue, as foul as his breath. When she finally broke their kiss, she smiled. Arthur wrapped his arms around her and held her, loving each moment when she squirmed in his lap.

"Somebody hand me a present, please," Madison said, looking at the stack of packages on the coffee table. "I don't want to get down from my stepdaddy's lap just yet."

"Mine first!" Abby said, grabbing a small package and handing it to Madison.

"Ours, not yours," Julie teased Abby. "We chipped in together," she told Madison.

Madison ripped through the paper to find a set of panties, each with a different Disney princess on them.

"Thank you, Abby! Thank you, Julie!" she said, opening the plastic they were wrapped in.

"It's 'cause you're Daddy's Princess," Abby explained. Julie shrugged as if to say, "It was her idea."

"I love them. It's so great," Madison said.

She pulled each pair out and held them up to look at them. When she got to the one with Cinderella on it, her heart fluttered, and her stomach turned. She looked over her shoulder at her stepdad.

"I'm going to wear the Cinderella ones, just for you, Arthur," she said, her voice breathy.

Arthur gulped as she slid off his lap. She bent over and lifted up her skirt, exposing her panties to him. He could see a tiny wet spot forming in her crotch, and it made his cock twitch. Then she pulled them slowly down her bare legs, letting him get a good look at her puffy, bald pussy lips and ass. She stepped out of them and pulled her new panties on.

They were pale blue, like Cinderella's dress, with a thin, white lacy trim around the leg holes. Her ass, though Arthur was sad to see disappear, looked really cute framed in a heart made of sparkly magic stars as if they'd been scattered from the tip of the fairy godmother's wand to make a heart around Cinderella's smiling face. Madison stood up and turned around, holding her dress up above her waist to show Arthur the front which had a similar Cinderella portrait, but with a bird perched on her gloved finger. There was a little white bow in the middle of the waistband to finish off the look.

"What do you think?" she asked, cocking her hips from side to side to show off the panties.

"Oh my god," Arthur grunted, blatantly moving his hard cock in his pants. "So pretty!"

Madison threw her arms around Abby and Julie in turn, kissing them on the mouth to thank them.

"Mine next," Dr. Winters said, handing Madison a box-shaped present.

"Dr. Jillie!" Madison exclaimed. "You didn't have to! Ooo, it's heavy."

Madison tore open the paper to uncover a shoebox. Inside were a pair of black, patent leather Mary Janes with two and a half inch heels.

"Oh my god!" Madison exclaimed. "They're big girl shoes!"

"Those are fucking sexy, Mads!" Becky said, eyeing the footwear.

"I know that they're the kind your Daddy likes, too," Jillian whispered in her ear.

Madison glanced at John who raised his eyebrows and then winked at her, making her blush.

She pulled them out of the box and saw that they had little roses covering the clasps.

"Can I put them on?" she asked Jillian.

"Of course!" the doctor said with a smile.

"You should open mine first, then," Amelia said, handing Madison a small package.

She opened it to find a pair of white thigh high stockings with black polkadots on them.

"So grown up!" Madison said, smiling as she held them up. "They're like something Hannah would wear."

Madison sat down on the edge of the coffee table in front of Arthur. She kicked off her little black ballerina flats, pulled her dress up to her waist, and raised a leg. Arthur literally licked his lips as he watched her bunch up the stocking (as she'd seen Hannah do so many times) and pull it up her leg.

"Aren't they pretty, Arthur?" she asked, resting her leg on his lap. "Feel how silky they are on my legs."

Arthur gulped, and he felt a squirt of pre-cum ooze out of his cock as he ran his fingers up his stepdaughter's lithe leg.

"Yeah, they're...ahem...so pretty, Sweetie."

Madison giggled and pulled her leg down to put the other stocking on. Arthur got a good flash of her Cinderella panties and looked up to see her smiling at him. Then she slid the second stocking up her leg and slid each foot into her new shoes. She put her legs in Arthur's lap, one at a time and asked him to buckle them for her.

"Do I look sexy in these?" she teased.

"Yeah," he gasped.

She hopped back up into his lap, looking over her shoulder at him and said, "Good."

When she opened her present from Becky and Tansy, it was a pair of metal handcuffs.

"We were going to get you the pink fuzzy ones," Tansy explained, "but Becky said that it would be hotter if we got the metal ones since they'll hurt your little wrists."

"What's the fun of getting raped if it's comfortable?" Becky said with a wink.

Madison could feel Arthur's breathing change as she leaned into him. She squirmed in his lap, grinding her ass against his cock.

Penelope and Preston's present was a roll of duct tape.

"In case your stepdad wants to gag you or tape your feet together so you can't run or something," Preston said, like it was no big deal.

"I love it when my brother shoves my panties into my mouth and tapes over them to gag me. It makes me feel so humiliated and helpless," Penelope said, looking up at Preston.

"Holy shit," Arthur gasped under his breath.

"This is from me," Hannah said. From how bendable it was, Madison could tell it was a clothing box, which didn't surprise her. Hannah was the best at fashion. Madison opened it to find a navy blue dress.

"It's not exactly like the one you were raped in. I couldn't find a perfect match from the police photos, but I did my best. This one's probably a little more stylish. And the navy blue will show cum stains really well."

Madison's heart was pounding in her chest. She looked over her shoulder at Arthur again. The expression on her face was serious, smouldering.

"I remember how you shoved it up my legs before you ripped my panties of me," she said. "It was so rough, so..." Arthur gulped. "...manly. I don't want you to rip these panties because they make me feel so humiliated and vulnerable with you. But I know that most of all, I want you to do whatever you want to my body or my clothes. You can ruin me, ruin my things in any way that makes you feel good."

"Holy fuck, Madison," Arthur panted.

"I can feel your hard cock, and it's making me so wet," she said. "I want to put this dress on for you, and then I want to suck your dick while all my friends watch. Is that okay? Then we can have some cake before you fuck me...before you rape me again."

Arthur nodded weakly. He was in shock. He felt frozen.

Madison slipped off his lap. She kissed Hannah on the mouth to thank her. Then Hannah helped her pull her white party dress over her head. Arthur groaned when he saw Madison's puffy little chest. For a moment she was wearing nothing but her new shoes, stockings, and panties. He felt himself trembling with yearning as he watched. Then Hannah pulled the dress over Madison's head and tied the bow in the back for her.

Madison turned to Arthur. She pushed his knees apart. She leaned over his crotch and unzipped the fly on his jeans. He gasped and startled when he felt her tiny, cold fingers grab ahold of his hot, hard member.

"So big," she whispered.

Madison sank to her knees, as she pulled his erection free. It was practically burning in her hand, She looked at it in awe.

"This is the cock that raped me," she whispered. "The cock that ripped through my hymen and made me scream." She closed her eyes and rubbed his dick on her face. "It hurt so bad, Arthur," she whimpered. "Poking me, splitting me open, shoving in and pounding me."

"Oh god, Madison!" Arthur gasped.

"I want to taste your rape cock. Feed it to me," she said, opening her eyes and her mouth.

Arthur took his dick and shoved it between Madison's pink lips. She closed them around him and sucked as he pushed into her. She moaned, smiled with her eyes, and went down on him until he could feel himself hitting the back of her throat Then she pushed a little more.

"FUCK!" Arthur cried out.

He reached up and held Madison's head and started fucking her face. She looked up at him, her eyes watering at the pain in her throat as he forced his cock down it. His face got red as he hammered into her. The sound of her gagging on his dick driving his libido even higher until...

"UUNNNGHGGHGHHHH!!!"

He came. Ropes of cum blasted the back of her throat, gagging her. She swallowed, struggling to choke it down. She pulled her mouth off a bit to let his cum pool on her tongue. He relaxed his hold, and she took his member in both hands, feeling it pulse as it shot into her. She sucked, milking him until his orgasm subsided.

She let his limp cock slip out of her mouth, then she opened up to show him the white cream on her tongue before she swallowed.

"I can taste your cigarettes in it," she said, giggling as she wiped tears from her eyes.

A drop of cum dripped from the corner of her mouth, down her chin and fell onto her navy blue dress.

"Oh," she said, looking down. "Hannah was right. The dark color makes the cum show up so nicely."

"Fuck, Madison!" Arthur gasped.

She stood up and smiled at him.

"I'm a whore," she said. "Just like my mother. When you rape me and hurt me, I'll know that I deserve it because I'm just a little whore."

Arthur just panted.

"Can we have cake now, Mommy?" Madison asked.

The girls all followed Amelia into the dining room. Arthur sat in his chair, trying to catch his breath. John walked up and put a hand on his shoulder. "Put your cock back in your pants and come on," he said, patting Arthur on the back. The man scrambled to do it and followed John into the dining room.

The cake had Cinderella on it as well. A little figurine of her dancing with the prince. When Arthur came in, the girls were all seated and digging into their pieces. Amelia handed Arthur a slice and smiled at him.

"Sit next to Madison," she said.

When he sat down, Madison got out of her chair and crawled into his lap.

"You were never this affectionate with me when you lived with me," he said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"I'm sorry for that," she said, and she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

Once everyone finished their cake, Madison looked at John.

"I never got a present from you, Daddy? Is Arthur my present?"

"Kind of," he said with a smile.

John produced a present from behind his back. She tore it open to reveal a small bottle of whisky, a shot glass, a pack of Marlboro Reds, and a lighter. Madison looked up at John in confusion.

"I remember you telling me how Arthur tasted of birthday cake, cigarettes and whisky when he shoved you down and raped you. I wanted tonight to feel as much like that day two years ago as possible."

Madison's eyes started to water again. She nodded.

"I was right. You are my present," she said, handing the box to Arthur.

"There is no smoking in the house," Amelia said. "But you may go out on the back porch to partake."

Everyone got up from the table and kissed Madison goodnight. Eventually, it was just John, Madison and Arthur. After taking a shot of whiskey, Arthur grabbed the cigarettes and lighter and went out to the back porch. He sucked the cigarette down and then came back inside to find the dining room empty. He wandered into the living room to find Madison sitting on the couch trying to lick the cumstain on her dress.

She looked up at him and smiled weakly.

"It's time, I guess?" he said. "Where do we go?"

She nodded, stood up, picked up the duct tape and handcuffs and took him by the hand. She led him to the room that the girls had taken to calling the rape room: the extra bedroom that was used exclusively for rough sexual therapy sessions. Madison closed the door behind them and locked it.

"No one will bother us. No one will stop you," she said.

"They couldn't if they tried," he said, making her blood curdle and her pussy drip.

"You're going to rape me," she whispered. "You're my rapist."

He nodded.

"And I'm your rapeslut. The stupid little whore."

Arthur took a step toward her, and she flinched. He looked down at her a moment, waiting for her body to relax. Then he slapped her hard across the face.

"I got stabbed because of you," he growled. "I was beaten in prison and raped so many times because of you."

"I'm sorry," she sobbed, holding her cheek.

"You don't know the meaning of sorry yet," he said, taking her by the hair. He dragged her over to the bed, bending her over it. He held her down, grabbing her hands and putting them behind her back. He took the handcuffs and clicked them around her wrists, making them too tight while she sobbed into the comforter.

"You're just a dumb cunt like your mother. And you know what dumb cunts need? They need to be fucked."

Arthur reached up under her dress and grabbed the waistband of her panties. "No!" she screamed as he pulled, ripping the fabric. He pulled them down her thighs, leaving them a few inches above her knees to keep her legs encumbered. Then he grabbed her hair again and lifted her face up.

"Did you just tell me no?" he growled in her ear.

"Please," she whimpered.

Arthur pulled her off of the bed by her hair. She lost her balance with her legs bound by the panties. He made her get up on her knees. Then he took out his dick and started rubbing it in the tears on her face.

"The cock that raped you is going to rape you again, you stupid bitch."

Arthur started smacking Madison's face with his dick, beating her on the cheeks, the forehead, the eyes, the mouth.

"Make me hard again, you little shit."

He pried her lips apart with her fingers and shoved his dick inside. She could taste her tears on him, and she could taste his precum too. Madison reluctantly sucked him, getting a slap across the face when he wasn't pleased with her effort.

When he was hard, he picked her up and threw her on the bed. He lay down next to her and held her by the throat as he pressed his mouth to hers. She smelled the cigarettes again, and the whiskey on his breath. She knew there was one more sensory element she was missing. She parted her lips to feel him shove his tongue into her, and the taste of cake and icing made her quiver.

It was happening. This was her rape all over again. But this time, she had asked for it. She had literally asked for it. The thought made her insides turn to jello.

She felt his rough hands groping at the neck of her dress. Her brand new dress. Her birthday dress. With a hard tug, he ripped the neckline. She squealed, but the sensation of having her little tits exposed to the air made her feel vulnerable and therefore submissive. His fingers grabbed at her breast buds. He took her nipples and pinched them.

"Ow!" she cried. "Fuck, that hurts!"

Her words only made him pinch harder. Then he twisted them and pulled. The pain seared in her chest, vibrating through her body, searing in her brain until it found its connection to her pussy. She breathed, letting the pain sink down to nestle into her cunt where it became pleasure -- moist pleasure.

She felt helpless. She felt small. By contrast, he felt manly, and that made her quiver.

He let go of her nipples, and she felt him pushing up her skirt. His hand rubbed across her ass, fondling it, caressing it. It made her feel pretty to be touched that way. Then he suddenly slapped it, drawing out a cry of pain, and she felt vulnerable again. His fingers dug down between her thighs, burrowing until they found her cunt -- dripping wet.

"You're so much like your mom," he said.

Madison gasped as he pushed a finger into her, then she whimpered as he started slowly fucking her with it.

"Do you know why I used to beat your mom?"

"No," she said meekly.

"Because she wasn't pretty enough or young enough to turn me on. I needed something more with her. I needed to feel like a man."

"Mmmmm," Madison purred as his finger rubbed her inside.

"Do you know why I like beating you?"

"No," she whispered.

"You're prettier than her, and I've always liked little girls. I could probably fuck you and get turned on no problem. I mean just look what happened when my cock was in your mouth. But I love to beat you..." he said, grabbing her hair and making her arch her back. He hit her tits, slapping her chest, making it red. "...to punish you for teasing me all those years. You were a slut like her. I should have been the one to teach you to embrace the slut inside you."

He kept fingering her pussy while hitting her tits and sometimes slapping her face.

"But you're not my real Daddy," she said.

Arthur stopped.

"What did you say?" he growled, lifting her face up off the bed by yanking up her hair.

Her rational brain kicked in for a moment. She thought about trying to explain that she was destined to be with John, that fate brought them together and that offering her body to Arthur was a way of thanking him for that. But when she felt the power of his fist in her hair, the way his hand was trembling with rage, she thought about how hard he would fuck her, how much he would beat her, if she simply made him mad. She was dripping wet and at the mercy of her rapist. She wanted to be hatefucked.

"You'll never be the man he is," she said.

His hand came down on her face as soon as the last word parted her lips. He held her by the hair and slapped her over and over. The pain went straight to her pussy. She drifted on it, floating into bliss with each slap. The smile on her face was reflective of the endorphins coursing through her body, but Arthur mistook it for avarice.

"You goddamn cunt!" he yelled. "I'll show you what a man is."

He dragged her off the bed. Her body hit the floor with a thud, knocking the wind out of her. He pulled her into a corner, propping her up with her legs crumpled underneath her.

"Open your mouth, bitch," he said.

Madison shook her head no and pressed her lips shut. She was playing with him. She felt thrilled at his forcefulness. She wanted to see how far she could push him and what he would do to her when she did.

"I said open!" he yelled, slapping her across the face as hard as he could.

Madison saw stars as her head spun from the blow. She turned back to him with a pout on her face and tears pouring down her eyes. She opened her mouth.

"Drink it, bitch," Arthur said, and he released his urine into her face.

Madison had never tasted urine before. She'd watched John do it to Becky, and she'd seen how much Becky loved it. But when the hot, bitter, salty stream landed on her tongue, she freaked out and turned her head away.

"Open," Arthur grunted. "I want to watch you swallow it, you stupid piece of trash."

Madison squinted her eyes shut and opened her mouth, letting her stepdad fill it with his urine. She swallowed it, imagining it mixing with the cake in her belly. It hurt her stomach; it was so vile.

"Fuck yes," Arthur laughed. "I always loved pissing on your whore mom, making her drink my urine. You're just as worthless as she was."

Arthur's words made Madison want to try harder. She swallowed faster, gulping more at a time. It was splattering on her face, running down her chin, dripping onto her sore tits.

"You look so stupid," he chided. "But somehow prettier."

Madison found herself loving the abuse. She couldn't get enough of the vile piss.

"It's what I deserve," she moaned.

"Yes," he smiled. "You finally get it."

Once his stream died down, Arthur stuck his cock in Madison's mouth. She sucked it, swallowing every drop. And she kept sucking, making him hard.

"That's it. Yes. Make me hard, girl. I'm going to rape you with this cock again. You're mine."

Madison moaned as she sucked his cock back to life. When it was fully erect, he slid her down from the corner so that he could get one leg on either side of her body. He shoved his cock into her mouth, pushing until it choked her.

"Let me feel that throat again."

The fact that her hands were pinned behind her back in cuffs made Madison feel so helpless. She was at his mercy, his cock shoving its way into her throat, cutting off her air. She gagged, coughed. He pulled back so that he could laugh at her and smack her with his dick but she just opened her mouth to him for more. Arthur obliged.

He fucked her face so hard it made her head bounce off the wall behind her. The pain in her throat, the pain in the back of her head, the pain of the cuffs digging into her skin, it all felt so perfect. She was being used -- used for his pleasure. It was exactly what she wanted.

Then he grabbed her by the hair again. She loved how he always maneuvered her that way -- like he was a caveman and she was his prize. He threw her on her back onto the bed. He pulled a few inches of duct tape off the roll and put it over her mouth.

"I remember last time, I had to cover your mouth with my hand. But this is so much convenient."

Arthur ripped her dress the rest of the way open. She felt the air on her skin, wet with piss. He flopped her on her belly until her feet were on the floor and the rest of her was bent over the bed. Then he threw her dress over her head, blocking out the light. He stood back for a moment to take in the view.

Her panties were stretched to tatters between her thighs. Her white stockings with the black polkadots were sliding down. One of them was crumpled at her ankle. But her little Mary Jane heels still looked perfect.

"Do you know how hard it is to be a pedophile, Madison?" he asked, running a finger up the back of her thigh. "The females who turn you on -- you're not allowed to fuck them. And the ones you are allowed to fuck don't turn you on at all. So I had to seize my moment. Your stupid mother was passed out drunk. And there you were in that cute little dress, swirling around, showing me your..." he put his hand between her thighs "pale flesh, your knobby knees, your slender calves. All the things screaming at me, telling me that I can't fuck them. It broke my heart."

His voice cracked on the last word, and it made Madison ache for him. She mumbled through the tape on her mouth. If she could speak, Arthur would have heard her apologizing, heard her pledging her body to him to fulfill his desires. But it was better that she couldn't talk, couldn't interrupt him.

"So I took you -- to show you that you were mine, to show you that you can't go around teasing a man's cock. But you did it again today even worse. You flashed your body at me just like you did when you were younger. You sat in my lap, grinding against my horny dick. You need to be punished for it, Madison. I need to beat you for being a fucking tease."

Arthur felt so much glee in bringing his hand down on her perfect little ass. Her white skin reddened up so nicely. There was just enough baby fat to jiggle with each stroke. She screamed each time, even though she could only scream through her nose.

He took off his belt, saying, "Let's make this a real birthday spanking, shall we?"

Madison couldn't see anything with her tattered dress over her head, but she heard the sound of his belt buckle, and she knew what she was in store for. He had spanked her only one other time in her life, when she was eight and he'd caught her playing with matches under the trailer they lived in at the time. He only gave her five swats then, but she hadn't been able to sit down for a whole day. But before and after he beat her, he'd explained how reckless she was, how she could have killed herself and her family. Somehow, that moment of beating was the most fatherly he had ever been to her. As she heard his belt coming free from each loop in his pants, she associated the sound with Arthur's love for her, his protection.

I was reckless, she thought. I didn't realize the consequences. I need to be punished. I need you to punish me. Thank you for punishing me. Thank you for hitting me.

"One."

The crack filled the room, and stars filled Madison's vision. The pain hurt more than she could have imagined. She screamed through her nose and then tried to gasp for air.

"Two."

She arched her back.

"Three."

Involuntarily, she wanted to cover her ass with her hands, but with them bound together she was helpless, her arms fidgeting uselessly behind her, unable to protect her ass.

"Four."

She kicked up her foot in response to the pain. It was unbearable, but...

"Five."

I deserve this.

"SIx."

FUCK! It hurts, but I deserve this.

"Seven."

I'm sorry, Arthur!

"Eight, nine, ten!"

AAAAAAAAaaaaaggghhh! YES! Make me hurt. I need to hurt for you.

"Eleven."

The pain was blinding. It never stopped, it just escalated. Her face was drenched in tears. Snot was dripping from her nose. She could barely breathe.

"Twelve."

She arched her back, kicking her feet involuntarily. It was the most excruciating thing she'd ever been through.

Arthur put a hand on her back to push her back down to the bed. It was forceful. It was rough. It was fatherly.

As he held her down, making sure she held still for her last blow, Madison felt the moisture dripping down her thighs.

Why? she wondered. Because I love him. He had to pay so much for what I did to him. I teased him until he couldn't take it. He was stabbed; he was raped because of me. And now I get to hurt for him. I love it. I love him. I want this. I want him. This is perfect. This is...

"Thirteen."

...bliss.

Madison heard the belt clatter to the floor. She was flipped over onto her back. Her legs were trembling at the pain. Arthur flipped her dress off of her face and looked down at her tears. She wanted so desperately to speak to him, to beg his forgiveness, to beg him to fuck her. He leaned in and licked the tears from her cheeks. She shivered under the touch of his tongue, so happy for him to taste her pain.

He stood up and picked her legs up off the floor. Her weight was now on her bruised ass, and she whimpered at the pain. She looked up at him as he spread her thighs and pushed his hard erection into her drenched pussy.

Yes!

Arthur reached up and slapped her chest as he started fucking her. She arched her back, ready for the next blow, ready to be beaten for him, ready to take his abuse. Every thrust into her pussy rubbed her raw ass on the bed, and it burned like fire. The tears just kept pouring down her face.

"You deserve this, don't you, bitch?" he grunted.

Madison nodded as emphatically as she could.

Yes! I deserve this! Hurt me, fuck me, beat me! I deserve it!

She felt his hand moving up her chest, making its way to her throat. She stretched out her neck, offering it to his rough hand.

"Just like your stupid mother. You get off on this rough shit, don't you? You're nothing but a whore like her. Aren't you?"

Madison nodded, looking her stepfather in the eye. He let go of her throat to slap her, making her head turn with the force of it. When she turned back to him, he expected to see hatred or fear on her face, but instead it looked like...love.

His knees buckled. His testicles clenched. He pumped his semen into Madison's thirteen-year-old cunt.

Still looking him in the eye, she wrapped her legs around him and held him there, thrusting her hips up to him with each surge of his cock inside her.

Arthur was speechless. It was all he could do breathe as the most intense orgasm of his life coursed through his body. His legs gave out, and he fell over onto Madison, trapping her beneath him. Madison kept thrusting up, grinding her clit against his pelvic bone. The he felt her pussy gush and tighten, and he knew that his little girl was coming with him.

They lay there, panting, gasping for a few minutes. Arthur pushed himself up off of her, and his cock slid out of her spasming cunt followed by a rush of semen that dribbled down her taint and pooled in her asshole.

"Madison!" he gasped. He looked scared, panicked. He fumbled at the tape on her mouth, struggling to find a corner. Eventually, he tore it free.

"Daddy!" she cried.

Arthur's heart stopped beating for a moment. In all the years she had lived with him, she had never called him Daddy, only Arthur.

"I love you, Daddy! I'm so sorry! Thank you! Thank you for beating me and punishing me for being such a tease, for being such a dumb bitch."

Arthur couldn't believe his ears.

"Please kiss me, Daddy! I love you so much. I just need to feel your lips..."

Arthur grabbed Madison's head and pulled her to him, cutting her off with his kiss. She felt his moustache tickling her lip as she opened her mouth to him, but instead of feeling his tongue push into him as she expected, she felt his face shaking against hers. It took her a moment to realize that he was sobbing.

The door opened. She saw John lift Arthur off of her and set him on the bed as he began to bawl. Hannah came in with a towel to clean up the urine in the corner. John lifted her into his arms, pulling her to his chest. Amelia was there, caressing her face.

"Let Daddy take care of you now, Darling. You were wonderful. I'll take care of Arthur for you," she said.

John carried Madison to his bed and laid her down. Tansy was there with keys to her handcuffs, and she helped John get them off of her. The two of them, along with Julie and Abby, helped John to get her urine-drenched clothing off of her. Tansy brought John a warm, wet washcloth, and he used it to wipe her skin clean.

Hannah came in with a mug of hot cocoa, and handed it to Madison.

"Abby, Julie? Mommy wants your help in the other room," she said.

John stripped off his clothes and pulled Madison into his lap, holding her as she sipped the cocoa. Tansy wrapped a blanket around them.

"You were so beautiful," Hannah said, stroking Madison's face. She leaned in and kissed the girl and then left.

"You were watching, Daddy?" she asked.

John could see a look of concern on her face.

"Of course, Princess. I needed to make sure that everything was alright, that you were okay."

She nodded, looking solemn.

"What's wrong, Dear? Should I have stopped the play at some point? Were you not okay?

"No, that's not it," she said, turning her face to him with tears brimming in her eyes.

"Tell me, Princess," John said.

"I feel like I betrayed you," she whispered.

"Oh, Madison," John gasped.

He set her mug of cocoa down and turned her in his lap so that she was straddling him face-to-face with the blanket still around them. He could feel the cum leaking out of her onto his cock as he pulled her to him and kissed her.

"You didn't betray me, Princess."

"But I...I fell in love with him. I called him Daddy."

"I know," John said, pressing her body into his. "It's okay. It's okay to love more than one person. Think about how many little girls I have. I'm not jealous if you love Arthur too."

"I never knew I could but..." Madison's body shook with sobs. John brushed her hair out of her face as he waited for her to be able to speak. "...b-but I felt so sad for him. It must be so hard to be a pedophile."

John's heart ached for Madison. Her empathy for Arthur moved him.

"I wish all pedophiles could have a little girl to fuck," she said. "It's not right that they don't get to have the kind of sex they want."

"I know," John said, pulling her head down to his chest and stroking her hair.

"Was it hard for you, Daddy? Being a pedophile before you got to fuck us Dolls?"

"Yes," he breathed. "It ruined my marriage. But then I met this beautiful little girl who spread her legs for me and took me inside of her. It changed my world."

Madison squirmed on John's lap, and he relaxed his hold on her.

"I'm getting Arthur's cum all over your dick," she said. Her statement was so matter-of-fact. She sounded grown up, to John.

"Lick it off of me, Princess."

Madison bent over John's body, tucking her hair behind her ear as she licked slowly up the length of his shaft.

"You're hard," she whispered.

"It's my daughter's fault," he replied. "She's such a slut, and it always turns me on."

She smiled as she continued licking up her stepfather's cum off her father's cock. When she finished, she sat up, smiling at John.

"Is there more inside you?" he asked.

She nodded happily. "I want you to lick it out of me, but I don't want to make you have to eat his cum. It tastes so horrible, Daddy."

"Lie down. Let Tansy kiss you while you feed me from your pussy."

John's tongue lapped at the cold cum gelling on her asshole, eliciting a sigh from Madison. Tansy kissed the younger girl, slipping her tongue into Madison's mouth. The two hadn't fooled around with each other much, Madison tending to spend her time with the younger girls and Tansy spending her time with the older ones. She felt Madison's responsiveness, both to her kiss as well as to John between her legs.

As John lapped at the semen on Madison's skin, it reminded him of Harrison's cum. He figured it had to do with both of them being smokers. It was disgusting, but the fact that it was on his daughter made him crave it nonetheless. When he'd cleaned up her vulva, he spread her labia apart to taste what was inside.

He remembered the way she'd fucked Arthur back, wrapping her legs around him after he'd beaten her with a belt. The taste of her own cum mingled with Arthur's told him that she'd enjoyed the ordeal. He thrust his tongue into her, savoring the semen of the disgusting pedophile rapist who had just fucked his daughter.

Madison bucked her hips up against John's mouth. He knew she was eager to cum again. He got in position to put his hard cock inside of her.

"Are you sore in there, Princess?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, lifting her legs up to her chest to offer her cunt to him. "But I want you inside of me, Daddy. I love hurting for you."

Tansy sat back and watched as John lay on top of his daughter. He pressed his mouth, wet with her rapists cum, against her lips, and she moaned.

"You were such a good rapedoll for him, Princess."

John sense Tansy fidgeting near them. He leaned up from kissing Madison to look at her.

"Lick her rapist's cum of her mouth, Tansy," he said, pushing the blonde's face down.

He watched the two teenagers make out as he fucked Madison's sore cunt. He had given his own daughter over to the man who raped her, and he could feel that man's cum inside of her right now. It drove him wild.

---

Amelia and Becky stripped off Arthur's clothes. They got in bed with him, naked, sandwiching him between them to warm him. He was sobbing, his body wracked as he cried, "I'm a fucking monster."

"You're not a monster, Arthur," Amelia reassured him. "You were the first time you raped her, but this -- this was completely consensual."

Becky got under the covers and sucked Madison's cum off Arthur's dick. He stiffened in her mouth.

"Now, I can't let you fuck any of my other girls here," Amelia explained, stroking the man's face. "But you can certainly fuck my pussy while you watch some of my girls pleasure each other."

Julie and Abby came into the room, and Arthur's sobbing stopped. He watched as the girls, standing next to the bed, took off their clothes, his cock coming to full erection in Becky's mouth.

"Julie, I want you to lie down on the bed. Abby you straddle her face. Becky, I want you to finger Julie while she eats Abby."

Arthur was completely distracted by the show the girls put on for him. Amelia guided his cock into her cunt as he ignored her, his eyes only for the girls.

"Abby is nine," Amelia whispered in his ear. "Julie is the same age as your stepdaughter, and Becky is seventeen."

Arthur's hips slammed into Amelia as he used her cunt to masturbate to the sight of lesbian pedophilia in front of him.

"Cum for them, Arthur," Amelia whispered. At Abby's first moan of pleasure, he did. He shot his cum into Amelia's pussy, then he collapsed in fatigue, falling asleep immediately. Amelia rolled him off of her, and Becky got between her thighs to clean her up.

---

"Remember our agreement," John said, taking the sack off Arthur's head once Preston pulled up to the rundown apartment building. "If you ever rape another girl again, I will kill you."

John stared at Arthur until the man looked away.

"But I get to keep the phone?" Arthur asked.

"Yep," John replied, "Enjoy the video. And if you think you're on the verge of reoffending, use the phone to call me. I'll find a way to help you."

Arthur chuckled as he got out of the car. "You're enough like me to know that the only thing that helps sometimes is to fuck the thing you want."

John stared Arthur down and replied, "Like I said. I'll find a way to help you." He got in the front passenger seat and rolled down the window to give the man one last word: "You're a free man, Arthur. Make the most of it."