Title: "Like a Doll"
He didn't ask when he told you to strip.
Didn't blink when your dress hit the floor.
Didn't pause when he gripped your jaw and stared you down like you were his to command.
Because you were.
You felt it in the way your legs trembled, nipples already hard and begging to be bitten. You weren't standing in front of him like a woman anymore -- you were standing there like his toy. And he was just getting started.
"On your knees," he said.
You dropped instantly.
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His cock was already out, thick and hard, veins pulsing like he'd been thinking about using you all day. You licked your lips, instinct taking over, but he grabbed the back of your head.
"Don't be cute," he said. "Open your mouth."
You obeyed.
He shoved it in with no warning, no gentle build-up -- just a deep, brutal thrust that made your eyes water instantly. Your throat flexed, gagged, but he didn't stop. He used your mouth like a hole, like you weren't a person, just a warm, wet thing for him to fuck.
Spit ran down your chin. His grip in your hair tightened. You moaned -- deep, raw -- and he grunted.
"Look at you," he growled, fucking your face harder. "So fucking ready to be nothing but a hole for me."
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When he finally pulled out, your chest was heaving. You didn't even get a second to breathe before he hauled you up and threw you over the edge of the bed.
Bent over, face pressed to the mattress, ass in the air like the perfect doll on display.
He didn't wait. He grabbed your nipples -- pinched them hard, twisted, bit them. You screamed into the sheets, but your pussy was dripping.
"You like this shit," he whispered, biting the side of your neck, dragging his cock along your folds. "You like being my little fucktoy."
You whined, nodded.
He slid in deep. One long, brutal thrust that filled you so completely you gasped like you'd just been punched. He held your hips tight, pulled back, and did it again.
And again.
And again.
Using you. Stretching you. Claiming your body like it wasn't even yours anymore.
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He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked you up, spine arched as he fucked you from behind.
Your nipples were red and throbbing, his teeth marks still hot on your skin.
"Say it," he growled in your ear.
You moaned.
"Say what you are."
"I'm--your fuck doll," you panted.
"Louder."
"I'm your fuck doll!"
He slammed into you so hard your legs shook. You were already coming -- messy, ruined, brainless -- and he didn't slow down. He chased his own pleasure through you like you were built for it.
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When he came, he pulled out, flipped you on your back, and came all over your chest and nipples -- thick, hot streaks painting your skin. You were panting, wrecked, eyes glazed with bliss.
He stood over you, smirking.
"Don't move. Dolls don't move unless I say so."
You stayed still. Obedient. Wet and open.
His doll.
Exactly how you love it.
Title: "Like a Doll -- Part II: Shared Use"
You didn't ask where you were being taken.
Collen had told you to wear nothing under your coat. That's all.
Now you were standing in the middle of a dark room -- cold floor under bare feet, coat hanging open, nipples already hard and aching. You could feel how wet you were, dripping down your inner thighs before anything had even started.
A second man stepped out from the shadows.
Tall. Broad. Black gloves on. He didn't say a word -- just looked you up and down, jaw tight.
You glanced at Collen.
"What--?"
He grabbed your chin. "You don't speak unless I tell you to."
Your mouth clamped shut.
Your pulse spiked.
"She's ready?" the other man asked.
Collen smirked. "She's perfect."
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They stripped you together -- fast, efficient. Hands on your arms, your hips, your breasts. Gloved fingers tugging your nipples until you whimpered.
"She likes it rough," Collen said. "Especially here."
He leaned down, bit your nipple hard -- you cried out, arching.
"She's a fuckin' doll. Built to take cock."
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Collen sat in the leather chair behind you.
"You're gonna sit on mine," he said, unzipping his pants. "While he takes your ass."
Your stomach dropped.
Your thighs clenched.
But you obeyed. Like the good doll you were.
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He grabbed your hips, lined you up, and pulled you down on his cock in one brutal thrust. Your pussy stretched wide -- already slick, already twitching. You choked on a moan, arms shaking.
Then came the second man.
He knelt behind you. Spit. Ran two fingers down your crack.
"You ready for both?" he asked, voice low.
"She's always ready," Collen said. "Aren't you, doll?"
You nodded fast, dizzy, desperate.
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One slick finger pushed into your ass -- slow, then fast, then gone. Then another. Then the blunt head of his cock, thick and insistent.
You braced yourself against Collen's chest.
Then--he pushed in.
