Aspen jumped a little when Fang walked into the doll room. Both of Fang’s hands were behind her.
Oh-oh. That could not be a good sign. What was back there? Fang did crazy stuff boldly and shamelessly. Fang concealing something did not bode well.
Fang announced, “Now is the time to make your doll time more interesting. And also more challenging. You will have doll time every day and I would not want you to get bored.”
What a lie! Fang knew damn well Aspen was super bored the last two or three or however many hours. Fang did want Aspen to be bored. Aspen was sure of it. This “doll time” wasn’t only about Aspen looking like a doll. Fang was fucking with her mind, using boredom as a tool to sap Aspen’s willpower. Aspen vowed not to let it work on her.
Fang said, “Dolls never get distracted by anything. Do you know why? They are mindless. I love how mindless they are. You do have a mind, however weak. Americans have such incredibly poor math skills. Like mentally handicapped chimpanzees. No, wait, baboons! Yes, that is the more accurate comparison.
“I must harness your feeble brain to my will. It must serve Mistress Fang and not squander neurons on fending for its American slut, the Flame Hair Freckle Face. You will learn to concentrate on how best to do nothing at all and to remain still. You must defy your human needs and embrace your dollness.”
Was there even such a thing as “dollness?”
Aspen pointed out, “I’m already doing that and I fucking hate it.”
“Mistress Fang will, as if by magic, change your hate to adoration. A microcosm of how your feelings towards your Mistress Fang change.”
The fuck? Aspen would always hate Fang!
Fang explained, “You must have more to overcome, more to concentrate thru and past. You must prove your dedication to be the best possible doll for your Mistress Fang.”
With an excited flourish, Fang brought both hands out from behind her back. They each held something and Fang lifted them aloft like offerings to a pagan god.
What were—
Were those–!?!
Each hand held something that looked phallic. But not large phallic and they were different from each other. One was silver but was probably made out of a cheaper metal like aluminum. That one had a bulging tip with a very small “waist” and then a circular base. It was about five inches long.
The other one was pink and partially translucent, made out of some kind of silicone gel. It was about six inches long. It had a few features that were cock reminiscent such as a wider flanged head and a tapering length so it was wider at the bottom, but it had not gone full “looking like a cock” like some dildos Aspen had seen.
Seen! Not used!
Aspen had never felt the need to get a dildo. She could have almost any guy she wanted, if she wanted them, and her fingers did what she needed when she felt the urge and did not feel like messing with a sexual partner.
Fang told Aspen what she was up to and, of course, it involved getting one or more of the devices up inside Aspen.
“Your Mistress Fang brings you gift of great pleasures. No more boredom. No slut can be bored with one of these inside her. They have battery power! They vibrate! I have the remotes!”
Bad news. Bad news! Bad news!!! Such bad news!
There was no way Aspen was letting either of those things enter her! No fucking way!
“Get those away from me!”
“That is not how they work, stupid American slut. They must get much closer. So stupid!”
“I am not stupid. I am not doing it. Doing them. Whatever. Either one. Both. Neither. You fucking know what I mean.”
Fang made a tisking sound, and said, “Your Mistress Fang meant to get around to this. While it is fine and well for Fang to swear, it is unbecoming of an American servant girl to swear in the presence of her great and honorable Mistress. It is especially inappropriate for an American servant girl who so wants to be a doll for her Mistress. Ask yourself, do dolls swear? I will reveal the answer to you and share my doll wisdom. No, dolls do not have foul mouths. No more swearing!”
“Fuck that!” rebelled Aspen.
“Does American slut need spanks?”
Grumble.
“No.” Aspen barely pushed the word out.
“Say it complete and call yourself what you are. In third person! So sexy!”
Grumble.
“This American slut does not need any spanks.”
“And so? What do you need to commit to?”
Grumble.
Aspen could barely stand the humiliation, the way Fang was breaking her down, making her give in to every little stupid fucked up thing!
But Aspen had to be practical. She remembered her meditation mantras, the one that did not work and the one that showed great promise.
‘I will not let the spoiled rotten rich bitch dominate me,’ was a loser.
Aspen held out great hope for, ‘I will not get turned on by Fang or anything Fang does.’
A lot of people mentioned she had a trucker mouth on her. Rylie had said Aspen should try to clean up her use of foul language.
Aspen sighed and deflated a little.
“I will not fucking swear.”
Fang glared at her imperiously, shaking the sex toys in her hands like they were medieval weapons, “Do better!”
“Okay, fine. I will not swear.”
“Make the promise and do so properly,” demanded Fang.
Of course, Fang’s idea of what was proper was actually improper.
Aspen had to give in, “This American slut promises not to swear.”
“Does American slut agree to bend over and take spanks as needed and as much as her Mistress Fang decides, if the American slut is such a stupid idiot as to swear ever again in her Mistress Fang’s presence?”
Aspen felt verbally defeated. Dominated. A feeling that was more and more familiar. A feeling that caused other feelings, a cascade of them. A deep shaky tremble that wasn’t really there. Dark shadows in her mind that she couldn’t seem to catch when she tried to mentally look directly at them.
The way Fang treated her was just so terrible that it… that it… it made her want to wiggle and rub her rump on the carpet of the doll room….
No!
But yes, she had to verbally give in to Fang. And she knew Fang wanted her to do it with no profanity and maximum humiliation.
“This American slut will not swear anymore and, if she does, this American slut will bend over and take as many spanks as Fang thinks is wisest in order to deal with this American slut’s stupidity.”
Aspen’s eyes widened and then flickered. Saying that stuff had delivered quite a jolt to her. Right between the legs! Her tummy was still tight from it, flexed without unflexing.
Damn it! (Good thing she could still swear in her head.) She must not forget the promising mantra: “I will not get turned on by Fang or anything Fang does.”
Could this maybe count as getting turned on by something Aspen did to herself? She had said the words. But no, Fang deserved the credit. She was the one who made Aspen say the words.
Credit? Credit!?!
Aspen was worried she was losing it. She was losing in so many ways. Her clothes. Her right to decide what to do. Her right to eat when hungry. Her ability to wash her face as needed. She had definitely needed to wash her face for a long time now. Ever since she woke up. Ever since last night! Instead of getting her face cleaner, it just got dirtier.
Maybe the ones were bigger concerns in some ways but the lack of food felt like the biggest concern right then.
Her stomach growled. It felt so empty! She was so hungry. Her tightened tummy was flexed around an empty tummy.
It felt like she had two hungers afflicting her. One, the normal one, she wanted satisfied and Fang would not let her. The other, the perverted one, Aspen did not want to satisfy, not with her mindset. But she knew it did not matter to Fang if she did not want the other hunger satisfied. Looking at the devices in Fang’s hands, she knew Fang intended to feed Aspen’s other hunger.
Fang meant to fill Aspen’s hunger by filling a part of her. Fang meant to put one of those sex toys into Aspen’s pussy. She must not yet have decided which one. That must be why she brought two of them to the doll room.
Fang waved the two dildo-like toys back and forth, up and down, like one of those signal people at an airport getting a jet to taxi to the correct gate.
Fang said, “You will need to concentrate while you also have sexy good time with lots of vibrations.”
Wait a minute! Aspen stressed out over the fact there were two sex toys. Both of which looked built for penetration! Was there a chance that Fang was not indecisive over which one to use but actually intended to use them both? At the same time?
But then….
Oh-oh!
Fuck no!
“Fang, I am not putting either one of those inside me.”
“I will personally shove in.”
“That’s not what I meant. I’m not doing it.”
Fang brought the pink one, the longer one that was more cock-like, down to her pubic mound and ruffled it through her pubic hair. Then she rubbed the tip up and down her slit. Which looked damp.
For some reason, no good reason, Aspen had a hard time taking her eyes off the display. Or finding words to say anything.
Aspen swallowed nervously. Her whole body felt tight and on high alert.
Fang told her, “This one will be inserted into someone. Either yourself or myself. Recall, you said something about my not doing such things.”
Fuck! Fucking fuck! That was true. It was part of the contract. Aspen and Rylie could not let the twins use any sexual toys on themselves. Caihong thought the twins would come to view men as unnecessary if they utilized sex toys and, as a result, Caihong would lose out on great-grandchildren.
Caihong would know it if Aspen saw Fang use a sex toy on herself. Caihong would ask Aspen during the one-on-one meetings she had talked about. Caihong had that trick of grabbing you by the wrist, asking a question and being able to tell from changes in pulse rate if you lied.
Aspen almost swore but stopped herself, “Fine. You win. Give me one of them. One! Only one!”
Fang grinned victoriously, “Yes, only one. That is as Fang wishes it. You may choose. See how much free will your kind Mistress Fang allows you?”
Yeah, right!
Fang added in a tone she probably thought was seductive, “Are you sure you don’t want me to insert it? It is a great honor for you if your Mistress fucks you even by extension.”
“Uh! No thanks. Just give it to me.” Aspen really wished she could swear a blue streak. She bet Fang knew how much Aspen liked to swear and anticipated how much Aspen would want to swear in this situation. That was probably why Fang made the new rule banning Aspen from swearing! Fang did it right before the dildo reveal.
Fang said, “I will educate American slut so American slut may choose wisely which one to insert and in which orifice.”
Which orifice? Jesus.
Fang waved the longer and thicker pink one. It was not all that long or thick, though. Pretty standard. Aspen was relieved to see the modest size after Fang’s earlier talk of stretching out Aspen’s small pussy.
Fang said, “This is vibrator meant for vaginal insertion. Very good sensations for slut like you.”
Aspen was silent. Was door number two a better option? Aspen did not know anything about vibrators, at least she had never used one, and had no idea how she’d react to one.
Fang then waved about the silvery one with the fat head and fat base and a skinny waist in between them, “This is butt plug. Also vibrates. Also controlled by remote in Fang’s possession.”
Butt plug? Ugh!
Stay away from Aspen’s butt! That includes spanks!
Aspen wondered who would choose a butt plug over a vibrator. Well, the butt plug was also a vibrator but who would choose anal insertion over vaginal insertion? Not Aspen!
What was Fang even thinking bringing both of them? This wasn’t really a choice at all. Typical Fang!
Aspen couldn’t swear but she could still be sarcastic, “Big surprise, Fang, I’ll take the first one.”
Fang nodded, “Yes, I will hold the butt plug in reserve. It can be called forward when needed. Called forward for your back end.”
What did that mean?
Fang handed down the pink vibrator. Aspen took it like taking a handoff of a live snake.
Aspen looked at it in her hand. Then looked at Fang looking at her. It was one thing to think about vibrators and to know where they go and what they did. It was another thing to do it. And with Fang watching!
Did Fang have to watch?
Fang’s intent curious eyes, like a kid in a candy store, told her Fang did feel like she had to watch.
This was so twisted! Doing this would be like putting on a sex show.
“Am I supposed to switch it on or something?” Aspen was just trying to buy time though she doubted a knight in shining armor would show up.
“First, put it inside your slut sleeve. Then later, your Mistress Fang will turn it on and in turn, you will also turn on. All systems on slut are go time!”
This wasn’t going to be easy, was it?
This was going to get intense, wasn’t it?
Aspen hated that she was already turned on from the way Fang treated her. Aspen’s pussy was dampening, like her pussy knew a penetrative object was nearby and coming her way. Coming to a pussy near you, Aspen. Extremely near you. And soon.
Fang instructed, “You may alter doll position for insertion. Your Mistress Fang insists. Mistress Fang must make sure insertion goes to plan and insertion is full and complete. American slut is to lay on slut back, like slut, and spread her slut legs as sluts do so well. Stick legs way out, knees up. Show your Mistress Fang your slutty American slut pussy.”
Aspen felt a little dizzy and a little sick to her tummy. This was so over the top. It was so intensely personal and yet Fang was the opposite of personable. She seemed to look at Aspen like a thing, almost like an object. Yeah, like a breathing doll.
Aspen remembered when she was a kid how she and her friends would pull down and pull off the clothing of dolls. They’d giggle and feel naughty. Of course, there was nothing to see in those doll crotches. Aspen thought she remembered they had also pretended the dolls had sex with each other.
Now, in some ways, Fang was doing the same things with her new human doll.
Fang should not be playing with dolls, God dammit! She was an adult!
Aspen felt her cheeks burning. Any hotter and her freckles would start to smoke.
She adopted the position Fang had demanded. It was almost excruciatingly humiliating. Especially when Fang knelt down just short of Aspen’s spread feet and peered at the action with a constant smile on her stupid face.
Aspen started inserting the dildo. Right away, she wanted to moan. Sounds just wanted to come out. She kept them down. The last thing she wanted Fang to know was that she was at all turned on. Aspen wished she did not know!
Fang teased, “Yes, it is as Fang expected. I see a wet slutty pussy.”
Damn pussy. So slutty. Her pussy gave it away! Loud mouth! Or… loud… orifice.
Aspen, emotionally leaning on her sense of humor, decided she would have to trade her pussy in and get a new one as soon as possible. She’d tell the pussy distributor, “I’ll take the non-slutty breed of pussy, thank you very much. But don’t go nun on me! Not that non-slutty! Oh, and can I get one maybe a little bigger? That last one was too tight. And I want the pubic hair with it and can you remove the “SLUT” tattoo on my pubic mound at the same time? Por favor?”
Aspen experimentally slid the dildo further in, about halfway. Only three inches in so far. Easy. Yeah, too easy. She sure was wet. Again, she wanted to moan. She wanted to wiggle. She wanted to shove the damn thing in hard and then do shove it in over and over.
She felt like fucking her slutty pussy into submission. She was so resentful that it had led the rest of her into this curious state of submission to a Chinese wealth princess. Fucking Fang! She was three years younger than Aspen! Three years wasn’t always a big difference between people but at their ages it was bigger than if they were older. Plus, Fang acted even younger than her twenty years. Sometimes she acted like a child. Like when she played with dolls!
But maybe not so childish when she played with human doll friendship companion.
Aspen could not stand seeing Fang’s leering face just above and beyond the insertion. So, Aspen closed her eyes tightly though part of her thought she should keep an eye on the little lesbo.
Fang wasn’t having it, “American slut! No disrespect your Mistress Fang! Keep eyes open and look at your Mistress Fang as you insert.”
Aspen popped her eyes back open. Damn her!
Being forced to stare into the eyes of her horny bitchy persecutor made it ever so much worse. The dark neediness swept through her mind like fire on dry sticks.
In defiance, wanting to get it over with (pretty sure), she slid the rest of the vibrator home into her pussy. But then she groaned from the sensation. She could not help it.
Fang giggled, “This is going so well. So sexy. Better than Fang hoped.”
Damn it. Never make things better than a dominant foreign lesbo dominating you had hoped!
