Lockdown

Doll

Pain and more pain.
Pain and more pain.
Pain and more pain.

That's all I felt, as Master and Bunny wore me out beyond my physical limits. I was slumped against his chest, having soaked his shirt with tears and sweat.
The skirt of my dress was uncomfortably wet and soiled from all that had gone down.
I sharply inhaled once Bunny pulled out of me, hearing her scoff.
"It's what you get for disobedience in this house."
Master pulled out of me as well, feeling sore and my legs like limp noodles.
It was embarrassing, laying on top of him like this.
He moved his arm, and I flinched, assuming he was going to hit me.
But he embraced me in a hug, sitting up and holding me close in his lap.
"Daddy's just doing what's best for you, you can't disobey me. Not in the slightest."
His voice was heavy, like a disappointed father would to their child who is failing a class.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
I sobbed against him, curling towards this warmth, hoping I could prevent this from happening again.
"That's it little one.. let it out.."
He reassured me, as he slowly moved out of the bed and stood up, wrapping his arms around my waist, holding me on his side.
It hurt to spread my legs any more than that, and I just wanted to get away.
I wanted to be home, doing hours of homework and getting anxious about the girls at school.
It had only been a day, but it had felt like years.
My body could hardly process how fast everything was going.
"Clean this place Bunny, then feed everyone. I'll be in the Pink room."
He sounded like a manager directing staff, yet he carried me out of the hellish room and back into the seemingly endless hall.
Once we made it to the room, he closed the door behind me.
I was shaking, clinging to the one who had used and abused me like it was some sick joke.
"C'mon lovely, lets get you cleaned up again.."
As he undressed me in the bathroom it was almost as bad as to when he had ripped my clothes off of me.
He gently tossed the dress and undergarments to the side and started the water, my hands on his shoulder for stability.
When it was ready he picked me up and sat me down in a manner that was more gentle than Bunny.
As he washed me, I felt like a doll.
My limbs were limp and would sway at the joints as he picked me up.
I had only shown one ounce of defiance and I had to endure hours of what I can only assume was punishment.
I couldn't rebel my way out of this situation.
I'd end up presumably dead.
He dressed me and sat me down by all of the stuffed animals and childish toys once he was done, keeping me in his lap with my new pristine dress on.
I slumped against him, uninterested in the stuffed bear he presented in front of me, making it dance.
"Isn't teddy silly? Look at how silly he is! He thinks he can dance!"
I couldn't even smile at this uncomfortable situation. He was aware that I wasn't in an elementary school, so why was he treating me like this?
Some form of mockery?
"Aw, is my little kitty tired? Look at that sad face,"
He caressed my cheek, kissing it several times before twisting around and rummaging through the plastic drawers.
Maybe I was just exhausted from being brutally fucked and ass raped?
But by all means assume it has something to do with sleep deprivation, nice observation skills Daddy.
"Here we go! This'll help you, poor sleepy baby.. open!"
I felt my stomach turn as he held out a pink pacifier, and was moving it towards my mouth.
I opened, allowing him to pop it in so things would continue to go smoothly.
I felt violated in so many ways, as if I had woken up on this island as a living doll.