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Subject: FANTASIA: My Dolly
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WARNING: All Fantasia stories contain some or all of the
following: Non-consensual sex, rape, bondage, heavy pain,
torture, incest, degradation, underage characters. If these
things offend you, do not read.
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MY DOLLY
by V.P. Viddler
Long yellow hair my Dolly had, long, long yellow hair.
Hanging down past her waist it was, that soft, straight yellow
hair, bouncing and shaking with all Dolly's sensuous and
sensationa motions. Sensuous and sensational, too, were Dolly's
legs. not yellow, but long and tan and fabulous.
"What I want," I told Dolly, "what I want in my blackest
soul, is to nail that long yellow hair down to the floor, nail it
tight down, and to put you across the back of that couch, leaning
back across it, your body straining backwards, your head pulled
back and down by that long tightly pulling yellow hair, your body
straining, hanging across the sofa back, and your long fantastic
curving legs taut and stretching, right out there in front of me,
all of those delicious scrumptious smooth damn legs straining and
helpless, all of you straining and helpless, all of you in pain,
hurting, crying, panting, sobbing, shaking, straining hair and
long fantastic legs, erotic damn thighs, right there for my
wanting. That's what I want."
"I know," Dolly said. "It sounds awful. It would turn you
on. To have me that way."
"I will," I said.
"No," Dolly said.
"Your body will be mine," I said. "Fabulous body. Straining,
aching. Kicking. Head back, pulling hair. Arching, helpless
torso. Breasts pushing up."
"My breasts," Dolly said. "You don't know what my breasts
are like. You haven't seen my breasts."
"I will," I said. "I will not tie your hands, Dolly. Not
right away. At first I will leave your hands free, so that you
will be able to open your blouse for me."
"I won't," Dolly said.
"You will," I said. "You will hurt so badly, be so frantic
with pain and horror and agony that you will do anything I say,
anything at all, in the vain hope that I will stop that pain,
that you may get a bit of surcease from that awful, unending
agony and stress. Anything, no matter how shaming, degrading,
debasing, humiliating, soul-destroying it may be. And you will do
it, Dolly darling, you will unbutton that bulging blouse, you
will pull it apart for me, you will expose those breasts to me,
and I will look at them. Dolly's breasts. Bare, naked, quivering,
helpless. Mine."
"But you don't know what my breasts look like," Dolly said.
"Not like my hair, my legs, my thighs."
"I can visualize them," I said. "Luscious. Luscious breasts.
Pushing, straining on your tautly stretched body. Shaking
slightly. Round and high and firm. And mine."
"Don't make me do that," Dolly said.
"Oh," I said, "you won't want to. You'll beg, you'll plead,
you'll kick and squirm and wriggle and twist and writhe that
bound and helpless body. But finally you will bare all of it for
me. To do with as I will."
"All of it?" Dolly said.
"All of it," I said. "Breasts and nipples--pink nipples--and
waist and hips and loins and vagina and thighs and calves."
"What will you to do me?" Dolly said.
"Touch. Kiss. Bite. Until you are squirming and twisting and
writhing and tossing and straining and arching and moaning and
mewling and whimpering and howling and sobbing and begging and
pleading."
"What am I pleading for?" Dolly said.
"You don't know," I said. "My hands will be on you, Dolly.
All over you. On your breasts, sliding on your thighs, loving.
And hurting. Loving. And hurting. Your sensational squirming
spasming salacious skin."
"You'll hurt me," Dolly said.
"I will," I said."I want to hurt you. I want you to scream
for me, Dolly. Scream for me and yelp for me and cry out in pain
and torment and desperation."
"Hurt my breasts?"
"And your thighs. Yes."
"What will you do to them?" Dolly said.
I said, "I will clamp your small pink stiff nipples in my
fingers and I will squeeze them very very hard. And twist,
watching you as I do it. Watching and listening. Your kicking,
thrashing legs and your aching, shaking body. That's just the
first thing I will do."
"How will that make you feel?" Dolly said.
"Fantastic," I said. "And horny as all fucking hell."
"You'll want to fuck me," Dolly said.
"Probably," I said. "I want that now."
"I know," Dolly said. "You always did. But I'll never let
you."
"But you will, Dolly," I said, "for I will do such things to
you!"
"How will you hurt my legs?" Dolly said.
"Aha!" I said. "Those long, curving, erotic limbs. I will
pain your thighs, Dolly. Your fantastic sweeping tapering
luscious thighs. High on your thighs, way high up, high, high up
on your thighs. Hurt them. Badly. Watch them kick and jerk and
thrash and I will make you spread them for me, spread them out
and stretch them so wide, struggling to spread them still farther
apart, though your scalp is burning with the pain of the
straining of your pulling hair, that long yellow pulling hair,
dragging your head backward while you stretch your thighs for me,
your breasts going almost flat under the strain of that taut,
springy body. Maybe I'll fuck you then. Maybe. But what about
your mouth?"
"Danny, don't," Dolly said.
"Say it again," I said. "My name."
"Danny," Dolly said. "No. Not that. Okay?"
"Why not?" I said.
"I can't," Dolly said.
"Dolly," I said.
"Please," Dolly said. "Please, please, please, please,
please, please, please, Danny. I can't."
"The way your head is hanging back--" I said.
"Danny. No!" Dolly said.
"With such strain on your scalp by that long yellow hair,
your mouth will--"
"Don't. That's it," Dolly said. "That's all."
"That mouth will be open," I said. "And in your position--"
"Stop," Dolly said. "I don't want to do this any more."
"In your straining, taut, helpless position," I said. "If I
go around to the back of that couch I will be at just the right
spot."
"You can't make me," Dolly said.
"I want to kiss you," I said. "Dolly. Your soft, open lips
will call to my lust. And I will crouch down, down to your lovely
twisting face. And I will look at those trembling, panting,
vulnerable lips, and I will kiss that beckoning mouth. You can't
stop it, Dolly. I will kiss you, loving the pain of your lips,
the sounds of torment coming from your throat. I will kiss you
and kiss you and kiss you and I will put my tongue into your
mouth, deep deep into your mouth, and I will make you lick it,
Dolly, lick it, for you will do anything I say, and I will make
you lick my tongue with yours, and suck on it with your lips, and
take it down your throat. Only when I am through with raping all
of that delicious mouth will I stop. And now I will stand, stand
there in front of your face, with my stiff, throbbing cock
pointing toward that fine and sexy mouth."
"I won't," Dolly said.
"I will make you," I said.
"I will hurt so much," Dolly said. "So much."
"I want that," I said. "And I will put my cock against those
soft, moaning, quivering lips, and I will pry them apart, and I
will push my cock into that panting mouth. Deeply. All the way.
And I will know the touch of your tongue on my turgid cock, and
the soft warmth of your girlish mouth. And I will make you suck
it. You will suck it, Dolly."
"Will I?" Dolly said.
"You will," I said. "I promise you that. You will suck it
and lick it and kiss it as I fuck your face, and I will watch
that sucking, moving mouth and that spasming squirming body and
those bobbing breasts and thrashing legs, long, long, gorgeously
shaped legs, and I will fucking come down your throat, my Dolly,
and you will swallow and swallow and swallow and swallow and gulp
and choke and swallow and swallow. And--"
Dolly said, "How will you feel my legs? You will not have
my thighs around you. You want my legs wrapping around your
waist, I know that, Danny. Wrapping all around your body, every
inch of thigh and calf, and my breasts mashing against you, and
my body grinding, grinding into yours--"
"You bitch," I said. "I'll have that too. I'll lay between
those soft long thighs and I'll take you."
"I'll push you away," Dolly said. "My hands are free."
"I'll tie your hands," I said.
"How?" Dolly said.
"Tight," I said. "Tight. Behind your back."
"Behind my back?"
"Tight tight. Helpless. So I can fuck you. Hard. And all you
can do is twist and squirm and cry. But first the whip."
"First?"
"Put your hands down."
"I can't--"
"Put your hands donw," I said.
"Ohh Danny--the whip--"
"All over."
"Where?"
"On your thighs."
"AAAAHH!" Dolly said.
"On your stomach," I said.
"OH JESUS ARRGGH!" Dolly said.
"On your breasts," I said.
"AAAIIIIIIEEEEE!!" Dolly said.
"Again," I said.
"No!" Dolly said.
"Again," I said, "harder."
"AAUUGGG OOOHHNOOO AIEEE! NONONONOGOD! NO!" Dolly said.
"Will I fuck you?" I said.
"No more!" Dolly said.
"What about burning?" I said.
"Please no," Dolly said. Please no please no please no
please no--"
"Will I fuck you?" I said.
"Yes," Dolly said.
"Will I destroy you?" I said.
"Yes," Dolly said.
"I am naked," I said.
"I know," Dolly said.
"I will make you strip," I said.
"I know," Dolly said.
"Crawl," I said.
"I can't crawl," Dolly said.
"I'll move the couch. You will fall to the floor."
"My hands are tied."
"I don't care," I said.
"My hair is nailed to the floor," Dolly said.
"God," I said. "I want you that way. I will leave it that
way. I will lay down on my back and you will crouch above me,
Dolly. Hurting. Aching. Panting. Moaning. Hair pulling. Long long
yellow hair fixed to that nail, still pulling as you crouch over
me a yard away from that awful nail, maintaining the pull on your
hair, making you bow your head, bow down your head as you please
me. And you will do just that, Dolly, darling."
"Danny. It's so degrading."
"Degraded debased dishevelled Dolly. Naked. Crouching on
that floor, with those swaying breasts hanging, and those thighs
rippling with pain and strain, and straddling me. I want you to
fuck me, Dolly."
"You want my body. You always did."
"I'll have it."
"Tell me."
"Hair pulling, body aching, knowing I can do anything to you
that I want to, and that I want to hurt you so badly. Knowing
about the burning and the whipping and the pins in your
nipples--"
"Danny--" Dolly said.
"Knowing how I want to make you scream forever--"
"Danny," Dolly said.
"You will fuck me," I said. "You will take my cock in your
trembling fingers and guide it right into that warm waiting
vagina."
"Oh god," Dolly said.
"In," I said. "In it goes, in, in, in, in, in, farther,
deeper, in, in. I want that moaning, that crying, that shaking,
that whimpering. Your head bowing down toward me with the
straining of that long long yellow hair. I will kiss you, you
will kiss me. Kiss me on the lips, kiss and kiss, and I will go
all the way into you and I will make you fuck me slowly, so
slowly, up and down, slowly slowly, gradually, up and down, all
this time your hair pulling, pulling, painfully pulling, crying
out against and into my mouth with the agony of it, unable to
stop because you must go on fucking, up and down, and I can watch
your bobbing breasts swaying, shaking, your firm fantastic thighs
working, working, rippling, moving, your ass squirming. I will
hold your breasts, squeeze them, make you scream, scream, scream
Dolly, scream your throat raw, scream your lungs out, scream the
walls down--"
"Fucking fucking," Dolly said. "Fucking fucking, Danny. I'm
fucking you. That's what you want."
"And to hurt you," I said.
"If I strip for you," Dolly said, "will you tie my hands?"
"Will you bring me my whip first?" I said.
"Think about me with my hands tied in back of me," Dolly
said.
"I think about that whip," I said.
"I'll scream for you," Dolly said.
"I know," I said.
"Please," Dolly said. "I'll scream all you want."
"Bring me the whip, Dolly," I said.
"Pull my hair," Dolly said.
I did. "How is that?" I said.
"Oh," Dolly said. "Oh yes. No. Harder no. No please. It
hurts, yes it hurts don't wait I oh Danny please I please Christ
what are you--not so ah ah please not that wait Danny all right
all right all right Danny kiss me kiss me you oh kiss me AAGGHH!
Wait Danny wait not that way AHH! I--I--I my hands? My hands
don't I can't I'll do it I'll I'll I'll do it okay? I want it I
don't want it I want it I don't want it I oh it's--it's-- Nail my
hair and I'll do it, Danny, you win, Danny, nail my hair and I'll
fuck for you, I'll suck you, I'll crawl and I'll scream and
tighter tighter tighter I'll give you my life. Do it all to me!"
I did it all. Dolly's long long yellow hair, kicking thighs,
fabulous body all mine all all all mine all of it fucking
screaming MINE...
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