The dollhouse

Jack was content. Together with Desiree and Hannah, he strolled across his island toward the next destination he had chosen for his two lab mice. He felt no particular pity for the two young women, his new employer had likely seen to that. And even if this newfound darkness stemmed solely from him, the sheer lust with which Hannah and Desiree couldn't tear themselves away from each other was proof enough that everything he was doing was good and right.

The moans and giggles of the two were like music to his ears as he noticed the subtle but significant changes taking place around him on the island. There was a couple, perhaps newly engaged, sitting at a beautifully set table, their hands between each other's legs, their eyes fixed on one another with love. Elsewhere, a scrawny nerd was surrounded by a horde of pretty girls who couldn't get enough of him. Another man led three women on leashes before him. Depravity and lust were everywhere, and no one seemed particularly bothered.

He occasionally saw visitors who, seemingly, had just arrived on the island. A young teacher, shocked and astonished, tried to keep her class together, and Jack chuckled when he saw a father and his daughter struggling to keep their hands to themselves as she balanced on her high heels to kiss her dad.

So many opportunities to intervene, to have fun, to direct and dominate. To conquer and sacrifice to his boss. And knowing that he had his two loyal henchmen in Crystal and Arson, who would ensure that the island would become a place Mr. Faust would be proud of, all on its own. Jack was the captain of this ship, free to do as he pleased.

As soon as he had taken care of his two girls.

"Where are you taking us?" asked Hannah, Desiree's hand beneath her dress. The girl in green was already gone, too lost in lust to notice much. Hannah, however, still carried the bothersome remnants of her old life and her old, useless values ​​within her, fighting against them while Desiree desperately tried to ignore them. Jack ignored Hannah and led them past a couple huddled in a dark corner, the woman's legs wrapped around the man's body. It seemed as if the two of them were one, merging into a single entity. But Hannah was too distracted by the whirlwind of emotions in her head to notice.

“Here we are,” Jack's perfect voice jolted Hannah out of her feverish reverie. Desiree clung to her, her lips hot and wet against her neck, her fingers between her legs searching for her opening. Hannah had no problem being touched. She was so hot, she would do anything for a fuck. With dull eyes, she looked at what Jack was pointing at.

“D-Doll h-house? What… Why?” She stood before a building on whose roof a huge, pink rag doll sat enthroned. Rosy cheeks, hair braided into pigtails, and wearing a chic dress, the doll gazed down at Hannah with a benevolent, contented smile, its arms outstretched towards the door below, wide open and inviting. Jack's smile sparkled dangerously in the gathering darkness. Time flowed by on this island, and Hannah felt as if she had already been there for hours… Or days? Weeks? She didn't care.

"Say, my sweet little Hannah." His voice was like hot oil enveloping her body. From the darkness that spread between the bright lights of the brand-new, large building, the woman dressed in hot red emerged. She nodded to Jack, but he ignored her. "You like fucking girls?"

"I..." It was hard for Hannah to answer. The answer was a clear 'no'. But how could she refuse when Desiree rubbed herself against her thigh like a bitch in heat, and Hannah's fingers closed around her breasts, massaging them, feeling the hard nipple against her palm? "I want to fuck you." Yes. That was a good answer. Right? After all, Hannah didn't want anything more in life. "I want your cock in me, Jack." It sounded logical to say that. It was what she wanted. Even if it wasn't what she'd wanted before she came to this island. But that didn't matter. "I want a cock."

"You see?" he asked, but she didn't understand. It was hard to think without a cock inside her. If necessary, Desiree would do, the stupid cheating whore. But Jack was preferable. She wanted a cock! "I can help you with that."

"With your cock?" She sounded so ****, so hungry.

“Look around, Hannah,” he said, pointing to the plaza in front of the Dollhouse. Hannah obeyed and saw what he meant. Some of the island's visitors were simply kissing. But she also saw a woman some distance away, really just her spread legs, a high-heeled shoe on one foot, her black panties on the other. Between them, the pumping body of a wild man. Hannah saw a couple in love sitting at a table. The woman was just about to crawl under the table between the man's legs. “Wouldn't it be wonderful?”

“Like… ah!” Desiree had found her opening and penetrated her with her fingers, pumping desperately while rubbing her wet crotch against her leg.

“Don't talk,” she whispered in her ear. “I want you. I want you and a cock!”

“Wouldn't it be wonderful to be as free as the others?” And Hannah understood. “You know what you want,” she heard Jack's voice in her head, his lips still unmoving. His words held true. "You know you want to be free, if only the boundaries the outside world has drawn around you weren't there." And Jack was right. Desiree seemed to feel the same way, listening intently to Jack's voice, her fingers dangling inside Hannah's cunt. Then Jack's lips moved again. "Here you can make that wish come true." Then he led her inside, and it was as if the doll on the roof was beckoning Hannah to him.

"It's quite simple," he explained to the two girls, who stood uncertainly and unsteadily at their workstations. They didn't want to keep their hands off each other, so wonderfully corrupted that they would fuck as long as they were on the island. But Mr. Faust wanted more, just like Jack. And Crystal and Arson had created just the right place for him. He would reward them both very well tonight. "The dolls you make represent the wishes you have for your future life. You make them however you want. You are completely free. And in the end, when you hold the dolls in your hands, you speak your wishes aloud, what you desire for your life. It will come true."

It was almost strange to see how quickly and intently the two sex-crazed girls worked with total devotion. Jack watched as they crafted their dolls, without questioning why they seemed so skilled at this craft.

He felt the welcome coolness of Crystal at his side. She smiled at him humbly. She had worked her magic well.

"The house will take" she whispered the develish magic of this place into his ear. "What they want, they will get." Then he felt the burning sensation of Arson on his other side.

"And what they don't need, the doll will take," she whispered and moved her warm fingers over his pants.

What Hannah and Desiree were creating was not their wishes for their future, but their future itself. Everything here had its price, as Jack knew. Even his power. Only Mr. Faust's power seemed limitless, but as it turned out, he too, needed to be fed. The things the girls didn't need for their lives, muttered by their wishes, would be taken and thrown behind the bars of the doll.

"To be stored at the dollhouse for eternity," whispered Cystal.

"For them to be perfect," said Arson. Together, the three entities watched Hannah and Desiree craft the demise of the nice girls they were, forming the future for them on this island.

"I want everyone to be okay with me wanting to fuck a lot!" Desiree was quick to make her wish. "Lots of people. Ah... Lots of times."

"A good wish," Jack agreed, nodding. Desiree pressed her doll tightly to her body, hoping that her newfound lust would be accepted on the mainland.

She would be proven right.

But not in the way she expected.

"And you?" Jack's voice didn't urge, didn't demand. It invited. Gently and lustfully, it left Hannah ****.

"I..." She looked down at her doll. She had done a really good job with it, and it looked very much like her. Except for the eyes, perhaps. They were black and empty. Then she shuddered, shivering with lust and desire as Jack positioned himself beside her. In the background, Desiree slipped a hand under her dress and began to finger herself.

"Let me help you, my sweet little Hannah whore," he whispered in her ear. "Let me help you and tell me what your desire is." And Hannah didn't hesitate.

"I want the world to be okay with me, that I desire men and women." Then she squealed like a slut as Jack pulled her to him and kissed her.

Hannah came like a volcano, screaming into Jack's mouth as he lifted her onto the table, roughly spread her legs, and thrust his massive cock hard inside her.

"Yes!" she screamed. "Give me your cock! Fuck me with your cock! Stretch me for fuck sake!" She saw Desiree rush to her, her fingers wet with her juices, carelessly leaving her doll at her own workstation. In the light of the dollhouse, Desiree's eyes seemed dull and lifeless, but Jack's cock in her quivering opening filled Hannah with so much lust that she was oblivious to everything else. "Give me your cunt, you slut!" she screamed at Desiree, who jumped onto the work surface, lifted her dress, and pressed her overflowing crotch against Hannah's face, riding her newfound friend to her own screaming climax.

The sex was so good, Hannah didn't care how the world perceived her. She fucked men and women, and that was okay. Then she came. She came so hard that she didn't notice how the doll in her hand first became warm, then hot, and then very, very cold.