Clean her up

Donny stares. He sighs. "You're a dirty doll, aren't you? Messy hair," he steps forward and reaches out. He pushes the bathrobe open. Nicole shivers. "Gross. What did that pig do to you? He knows I like my toys clean."

"I'm sorry, I spill..." Nicole starts.

"Shh. Shh. Dolls don't talk unless you pull their string. Let's go get you cleaned up." Nicole is more than unsettled, but she follows silently. He leads her into the house, down a hall, and into the bathroom. Donny starts the shower and waits until the water is at a pleasant temperature. "Hop in," he tells Nicole. She slips out of the bathrobe and gets in the shower. It was nice. The right temperature and pressure. All of the mess from lunch ran off her body. Huck's dried cum off her thighs. She started to feel like she could relax.

And then the curtain opens. Donny steps in behind her with a sponge and a bottle of soap. "Turn around," he says. Nicole faces the strange man. He's completely naked except for shower flops and a shower cap. "Usually, I bathe my dolls, but he wouldn't give me an extra hour." He starts getting the sponge all soapy. Then he starts to wash Nicole gently. He squats down and starts at her feet. His technique is gentle and precise. He's focused on taking in every bit of her body. "He's such a brute," Donny says, "and should take better care of his toys."

Nicole smiles. Her attraction to this man was practically non-existent, but she was warming up to his sweetness. it was a little creepy, but at least she wasn't being bullied. "I agree," Nicole says.

Donny looks up from near her knees. "What did I tell you?" He barks. It startles Nicole; she slips a little but gets her footing again.

"I-I'm sorry, you said..." she tries to correct her mistake.

"And still it talks," he snaps again. The sponge squishes between his fingers. "No, Donny, broken dolls can be fixed." he looks up at her again, smiling, "It's okay; we'll take care of those loose lips."

Nicole's guard goes right back up. She no longer thinks Donny is sweet. Now she's completely creeped out. She tries to hold her tongue as he returns to softly washing her. He works his way up to her pussy.

"Gross, the doll has been used today and..." he makes a stink face "...it isn't smooth." He tugged at the little patch of hair Nicole kept neatly trimmed above her clit, and she squealed. She kept it shaped in the shape of a downward triangle. It made her laugh because it was like she had an arrow pointing at her slit. "Dolls should be smooth and they don't make noise," he glared up at her as he began scrubbing. "You have the same manners as your pig of an owner." He scrubs upward, getting all of the dried cum, mustard, ketchup, and soda off of her thighs and stomach. "If you stayed with me, I could teach you to be a respectful doll. Quiet. Pretty. Smooth. Available." He starts working on the "G-O-O-N" written across her chest. He releases a frustrated sigh. "This is going to take several washes, and we don't have time." He gives up and looks Nicole in the eyes. His face was sad. "I could improve you, but I guess you'll have to be a Piggy Doll for now. Won't you?"

Nicole looks to the left and then to the right. Did he expect her to answer this time? She was so confused and out of her element.

He stepped out of the tub and dried himself. After our session, you'll see that I'm the better dollmaker and want to return. Leave that brute who ruins his toys. I can fix you. Make you less of a piggy." He handed Nicole a towel. "Dry yourself and follow."