Malpractice (Part Two)

She wedges him in between her thighs to free up her hands, almost under her short leather skirt. The waiting mouth of her naked pussy taunts him from the shadows underneath it.

“I don’t want to play fucking dress up, alright? I’m not a doll!”

She just giggles. “Mmm, let’s see. Ooh, I could make you a little ballerina! What do you think, cutie? Do you wanna be my little ballerina?”

She holds up a tiny ballerina outfit in one hand, continuing to rifle through the box with the other. “Or… Ooh! Maybe I’ll make you a little cheerleader!”

“You’re not gonna ‘make me’ anything!”

“Not true, cutie. I’m gonna make you whatever I want. In fact, by morning, I’m gonna make you my pet.”

“Shut up you little brat! You can’t just keep me against my will because you feel like it!”

She giggles, not even looking up from her box of doll clothes as she continues rifling through it. “That’s actually exactly what I’m gonna do.”

“For fuck’s sake, why!”

“Like you said,” she shrugs. “Because I feel like it. Ooh! This is the one!”

She squeals as she takes out a frilly pink princess dress and a little tiara.

“You’re gonna be my little princess, cutie!”

“Don’t you fucking dare…”

“Come on, don’t be shy!”

She lifts him up onto the top of her thigh. He struggles against her fingers but they easily overpower him as she tucks his arms together above his head. She pulls the dress down onto him and then expertly pulls his hands out through the puffy sleeves. How did she do that so fast?

As if reading his mind, she shrugs and says “Yeah I really like playing with dolls.”

Her face lights up. “Let’s not forget the finishing touch!” She delicately places the little plastic tiara on his head, the tiny fork-like tines of it digging painfully into his scalp with their rough plastic, holding it in place. Then she lifts him up and puts him into the second story of the dollhouse.

She squeals with delight. “Oh my god, look at you! You are sooo cute!”

She delicately takes each of his hands between her thumbs and index fingers, picks him up and bounces him around inside the dollhouse, like she’s making an actual doll walk around.

“Stop it!” he cries out, humiliated, but she just giggles and carries on.

After a minute, she releases his hands and grips him around the waist with just her left hand. With her other hand, she reaches behind her and pulls out a male doll from under her bed.

It’s dressed like a prince, and he bristles with anger, realizing immediately where her little game is headed.

She brings the doll up to her lips and gives its face an affectionate kiss. Her demeanour as she does this is less gleefully performative than the rest of her bratty behaviour - a quick little ritual that she’s clearly doing out of habit. His stomach bubbles with a mixture of anger and dread with the recognition of why she keeps that doll under her bed.

Her eyes flick down towards Tyler with a mischievous smile. “Okay little princess, time to meet your Prince Charming!”

She puts the prince doll next to him in the doll house and he immediately notices the distinct smell of pussy, Abbie’s dried juices obviously caked all over it.

“Aww, you two little dollies make such a cute couple!” She giggles. “Okay, now kiss!”

Like a child playing with dolls, she crudely mashes their faces together and makes exaggerated kissing sounds. “Mwah! Mmmmwah!”

She giggles happily, delighting in his groans of discomfort and futile efforts to recoil from the other doll and its overwhelming scent.

After not too long she gradually comes to a stop and just holds him in place. He looks up at her, confused, to see her biting her lip.

“What are you…”

“You’re like… actually my doll. This is wild.”

“I’m not…!”

His voice is abruptly cut off by a little squeeze of her hand, forcing the air out of him.

“Shh. For real though, like, I always wanted living dolls. I pretended all the time. But actually having you here, in my hand, in my dollhouse… Wow…”

“What are you…? What are you doing!”

He tries and fails to keep the panic out of his voice as he watches her slide her other doll gently up her skirt.

She locks eyes with Tyler, her gaze fiery with arousal.

“Don’t worry cutie, it’s not your turn. Yet. I just want to show you.”

“Show me what?!“

“Your future.”

“You are not doing that to me!!” he cries, trying to convince himself as much as to defy her, but hearing his own voice come out with a pathetic lack of certainty.

She moans softly. “Yeah like I said, not yet… I’m saving you for later.”

“You little brat! I’m not some fucking snack for you to just…”

“You’re gonna get your turn tonight. It’s the first thing I’m gonna do once I actually own you.”