"And how's my favorite patient doing?"
A pretty girl with long brown hair lay in her hospital bed, aware someone was speaking to her but unable to wake up. Her heartbeat monitor began to beep faster before he pressed some buttons. She knew what he was here for. Ever since he told her mother she was being moved to a private room, he would meet her all hours of the day and night.
"Now then, little miss Molly, let's check on how you're doing."
She could feel her blankets being pulled off before her gown was pushed up, her legs spread apart. She could feel Dr. Miller's hand petting the lips of her pussy, tapping his finger on the base of a toy plug he had stuffed inside of her, set to the lowest vibration. It had teased her pussy into mild little tingles for the last hour.
"You must be feeling so sensitive down here. Good. I want to make sure you feel this."
She whimpered and shook, her small pussy instinctively squeezing around that firm little treat as it was pulled out. Her breathing started to get more intense with the sounds of his belt buckle clinking. Two adult fingers, slicked with something a little cold, plunged into her quivering cunt, rubbing back and forth. Molly wanted to move, wanted to do something, but could only squeeze on those fingers as they curl inside of her. Her pliant body was like a pretty doll, so perfect and pristine. Although, she was little more than a tight, warm fleshlight as the doctor plunged his cock deep inside. He laid down on top of her as much as he could, forcing her to feel surrounded and trapped in her own body. He humped her against the firm hospital mattress, muttering low in her ear.
"You stupid fucking cunt. You tiny little bitch. You're nothing but a fucking toy, ungh." He pinched her nipples and licked up and down her chest and neck, "Master's cock is gonna feel good inside you today."
Molly whimpered pathetically in her sleep. Her legs were unable to move as they were held open by the man on top of her. Her pussy felt so tight around his thick cock and her clit kept getting pinched and flicked. He always whispered in her ear how she wasn't human. How she should just stay this way to be nothing but a nice, fertile little girl womb for her Master.
The girl was old enough and had enough pride to be aware she was a person, didn't deserve to be called a thing, but every time she tried to remember, the man would climb on top of her and put his mouth on her. He would thrust inside until she felt like she was right on the cusp of finally getting to orgasm that he would stop and finish off himself all over her small body. It left her near tears frustrated that her pussy throbbed all the time. That nothing would make her feel comfortably able to lay there, her mind crying out for him to come back, that she'll be good, she'll call him Master if it just means flicking her little clit a tiny bit more, just a little more, please, please, please…almost…I'm almost..please
But he would stop, and her entire body felt like it was screaming. She wanted to roll her hips so bad, her little girl cunt desperate to pull him back in, before feeling hot, thick cum splash on her over heated hole. He would then put a toy inside of her, the gentle buzzing unsatisfying but forcing her to deal with mind numbing arousal day after day. She didn't know who the nurse was that took care of her, but she never told on anyone that there was something in between her pussy lips. She remembered hearing low threats in her room while Dr. Miller would hump the nurse desperately against the wall. Now he pushed his long, thick cock deep inside this little girl, lips and tongue going everywhere, making sure to make as much of her feel utterly violated as possible. So much of her had been licked and nibbled against her will. Her body struggled to wake up, but the only part of her that would twitch was her baby pussy.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yessssss, oh fuck, Master's toy is so tight. So tight in his baby doll. Just a rape toy that no one loves. You're so tiny, it's so easy to fuck you up and down my cock. That's all you're meant for."
Molly begged him, 'Yes! Yes please! Please Master, oh my god, oh my god, fuck me harder. Fuck me harder between my legs, Master I need it, your toy needs it. Cum inside your toy.'
Just as she was finally about to tip over the edge, he suddenly stopped moving his hips. Her pussy fluttered desperately on the cock inside her, begging.
He would lean down and whisper in her ear, "I'm going to fuck you every day I have you. No one's gonna rescue a toy. Your nurse was my other toy when she was your age, and now she knows she's just a thing that's supposed to suck my cock and clean my rape dolls. Ohhh, you are by far my softest rape doll. So fucking sweet on my cock."
Anything. Anything he wanted she would be happy to give him as long as he wouldn't stop, so desperate to finally cum. It was so bad this time she was scared she might pee. Her body pushed and pulled like she was nothing more than something to mount. None of her thoughts mattered. She wasn't a person, she was just a toy. A toy meant for a man to play with and be mean to and slap and insult until she's crying behind closed eyelids, praying god to let her pedophile come in her room one more time, please one more time.
'I'll be good, your toy will be good, Master. Thank you so much for your cock Master. I'm only meant to be used. Just fuck me just a little bit more, please, please, please, please, please, please…'
Only this time she was startled when he groaned hard in her ear before thrusting deep. She could feel the kiss of his cock tip pressing against her womb, his thick cum being pumped directly inside. Eyes rolling backwards behind her eyelids, she very nearly felt her body start to quiver, finally, after so long, allowed to cum. Her pussy spasmed and convulsed, cervix completely battered and bruised. She couldn't stop cumming, her body moving in a full body shiver that could have been mistaken for a small seizure. Every part of her was begging, 'Thank you Master, stay inside me please! Let this toy clench down around your cock more, let me suck you in more, please. Let my baby pussy pull you inside until it hurts. Hurt your toy Master, please it's so good, it hurts, oh my god, don't stop, cumming, cumming, cumming, cumming, Master I'm cummiiiiinnnnngggg….'
She was so tight, determined to keep him inside, that Dr. Miller had to wait until his cock was drained entirely and completely flaccid. She wasn't empty for long. He gathered the spare globs of hot cum that were dripping down her asscheeks and pushing them back into her pussy hole before stuffing it full with the toy on low. It was a new kind of torture. Her pussy was quivering and pulsing. The toy made her feel like the orgasm almost wouldn't stop.
She could hear Dr. Miller getting dressed before pulling down her gown and adjusting her blanket. Going a few footsteps away, she heard the door open and him murmuring in a hushed voice.
"She doesn't seem to be responding. We'll have to continue to keep an eye on her condition."
"Oh, thank you Doctor."
Molly's heartbeat picked up again at the sound of her mother's voice. She wanted to flinch when she felt her hand being taken in her mother's.
"Sweetheart, Mommy loves you so much. Mommy can't wait until you wake up, my sweet baby girl."
'Wake up? Toys don't wake up. Toys are supposed to be cum in. I wanna get cum inside, more cum inside my pussy, Mommy my pussy hurts, the toy hurts so good, Mommy I wanna cum, I wanna cum, it's not enough to cum, please Mommy, let the man cum inside me!'
Dr. Miller's voice grew closer, "Don't worry. I'm sure she'll wake up soon."
"I know she will. She's strong. Oh! Dr. Miller, did you see there? Her eyelids are twitching!"
"That's just common REM sleep movements. They happen all the time."
Molly's body was struggling to breathe. The toy inside her had turned up just enough to have her body cumming nice and hard, sloshing up the thick semen inside her overheated womb. Her mind was practically gone, and when she would finally come to, the toy would pretend to still be asleep for two more days so her Master could fuck between her legs while she was aware. While she repeated her lessons about being a toy, nothing but a tight pocket pussy to be used. Molly begged, "Fill me up, fill me up so full, please, give me a baby."
"You're my fucking toy, nothing but a toy for my cock, oh fuck, my fertile little fake pussy."
She would wheeze out the tiniest moan, her body sucking greedily at the man inside her. Making sure to take all her milky medicine.
It would be ten years later. Molly sat at her daughter's doctor appointment, watching her former rapist plunge nice and deep inside her drugged little girl,
"Mommy…please…mommy…it hurts…"
Molly would masturbate in her chair with the same toy her pedophile raped in her when she was still in a coma. Now she spent her time bringing her child to her daddy for check ups. She would moan like a whore, watching this bad doctor fuck his thick, familiar cock into another victim. His own daughter's first time getting raped by the same cock that raped Mommy. Thankfully, Missy was learning. She would hold onto her pillow tight but still remember to massage his cock like a good little girl. She would clench down hard when she watched Mommy squirt all over the floor to her rape from Daddy. It felt horrible, seeing her sit there, almost crying from the pleasure, while her own underage pussy was battered and bruised. It was the sweetest nightmare that she couldn't hold on from.
"Remember little girl. You and Mommy are my rape dolls. It's better if you don't move, don't think, your only purpose to make your Master's cock feel good.
And her small, peach mouth would open, "Yes Daddy, yes Master, thank you for cumming in your toy Master.