Shifter Rape: Second Victim - 04
Doll
Michael pulled me out from under his desk. Still naked. It was where he kept me, like I was really some pervert’s sex doll. God. I was. No choice. I cannot let myself forget. He faced me towards the door.
“Doll, I expect you to make the job offer. Be clear. She will die or sign. Those are her only choices.”
“Doll understands her Owner.”
Bastard. Rapist. On Michael’s desk was a familiar folder. Just like the one that had contained my job offer. All part of his sadistic game. I offered a little prayer for Valerie, his new victim. I peeked inside and winced. Her job wasn’t very different from my own.
“Yes, I’m a bastard. A rapist. But Michael’s desk? Never think of me as Michael again, or yourself as anything other than my sex doll. You already know how to speak. Think the same way.”
“D-doll understands, O-owner.”
It was all I could do to choke out the words. Somehow, he could tell what I was thinking. More magic, I guess. Terrifying magic. Holding onto myself was already difficult. Michael growled, rumbling deep inside his chest. No! No! No! My owner growled. My owner could tell what I was thinking. What Doll was thinking. My owner has terrifying magic. Doll is her owner’s sex toy. My thoughts are fast and panicked. Doll’s thoughts. Doll hated this more than being forced to drink her owner’s urine.
“Drinking my piss is an honor.”
“Yes, Owner. Doll is honored that Doll is allowed to drink her owner’s piss.”
How could he... Every time Doll thought things couldn't get any worse, Doll’s owner proved Doll wrong. Doll sobbed quietly in despair.
Her owner chuckled, “She’ll be here soon.”
“As my owner says.”
“Unzip my pants and lick my cock until she arrives. Just keep me nice and hard. Then lean across my desk, and I’ll fuck you while you make the offer.”
Doll's body betrays her again. Just the thought of her owner raping Doll makes Doll wet. As much as Doll hates everything her owner has done, Doll’s mouth still longs to taste her owner’s cock. Doll’s pussy still needs her owner’s cock.
Suddenly, my owner grabbed me. Grabbed Doll. Threw Doll across the table. Doll’s owner slowly slid his cock inside Doll. Filling her completely. It made her writhe in pain. Not her, me. I mean Doll. Oh, god. It hurts. Please don’t stop. My owner’s cock fills me completely.
“Fills Doll’s fuck hole,” corrects Doll’s owner.
Doll’s owner’s cock completly fills Doll’s fuck hole. She shivered. DOLL shivers. Doll cannot… Owner, please, Doll does not think Doll will remain sane thinking like this. Ignoring Doll's terrified thoughts, Doll’s owner slowly began to fuck Doll. Doll could barely think, but Doll did not dare disobey.
Enraged, Valerie, Doll’s owner’s next victim, burst into the room. She was nearly shouting. Enraged.
“Fucking bastard. How dare yo…” Valerie’s voice trailed off as she stared at us. At Doll and her owner. Doll moaned. Doll couldn’t help it. Pleasure and pain.
Valerie stumbled backwards, looking utterly disgusted. As soon as she passed through the door, her face turned pale. Horrified, she grabbed her chest, falling to her knees. My blood froze in my veins. Dolls veins. Distracting Doll from… her owner. Doll pitied the poor young woman. Doll pitied herself.
How did Doll’s owner do it? Her owner hadn’t made a movement, other than slowly fucking Doll.
He hadn’t said a word.