Dolls Pt. 2

I felt my back hit the bedsheets.  Stark white.  I'd known after many, many nights of wetting the bed that Daddy used white sheets just to taunt me.  Though I was wearing a thick diaper between my legs, there was every chance that he would make me leak.  Then, in an unexpected move, Daddy gave a new order.

"Mallory.  Lay down beside your sister."

"Yes Daddy," she answered, and crawled into bed with me.

Side by side, my little sister and I.  Though I was the one in the diaper.  Every minute I was reminded by the thickness between my legs.  By the crinkling that filled the air.  I couldn't escape the embarrassment... I looked over at Mallory nervously and she gave me a small smile.  No matter what, we were in this together.  It was the only solace I had.

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"You two love each other very much."

Love was an abstract concept, love was something that could neither be given, nor taken, with simple commands and even complex conditioning had its troubles with the ideas inherent. But as sisters, the two of us did love each other. Simple sisterly love. Pure. Uncorrupted. 

"You should show one-another. Kiss. On the lips."

What? What did Daddy mean? Like, play pretend? Kissy stuff? That was... unusual. And then the look on his face occurred to me, and I realized what he wanted. 

"Daddy, please."

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I looked at Mallory with astonishment and sat upright on the bed.  But a firm order shook me to my core.

"Maya.  Lay.  Down."  Gently, I slid back to the bed.  I wanted to lay down.  It was Daddy's order.  His voice said again, with one word difference: "You want to show one another." 

I swirling feeling filled my stomach.  Butterflies.  I looked up at Mallory with fearful eyes and tried to look away.  We were sisters!  Even before dolls, we were sisters!  I didn't want this!  I didn't!

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I couldn't. We wouldn't. This was the last straw, this was the extent of Daddy's power, he couldn't do this, he wouldn't do this, we'd stand up and we'd fight and we'd say no and... and I felt so sick. I tried to find words, I did what I could, but even before a single word came something else came first - my sisters lips. On top of mine. Pressing. Warm. Her hands on my slender wrists, pinning me down, her breath warm. Excited. Oh gosh.

~~~

"You're enjoying it," Daddy said.  And I was enjoying it.

"It makes you warm inside," Daddy said.  And I was warm inside.

"You can't help yourself... your hands explore her body.  Your tongue explores her mouth..." 

Daddy's words turned into reality like ice to water.  Within minutes, I was lost in a haze of obedience and arousal.  I pushed the front of my diaper to Mallory's thigh, pressing my lips to hers again and again.  I could only mutter one thing in her ear: "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."

~~~

She was sorry, I knew her words said so, but her breath was shallow and my heart was thumping and Daddy was approving, and I realized one very simple truth: there was no limits to our obedience. We'd never say no, no matter how depraved, no matter how awful, we'd never hit the bottom of our depravity because that boundary was designed and held only by Daddy. Only by him. We were dolls, not even human. We couldn't be sisters, we were just property. I kissed Maya. I met her lips. Daddy said so.