Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Zak

When her eyes well up with tears, my cock jerks and twitches inside her. I forget about fucking with her head and look at her pussy with my name on it.

"I'm going to fuck this hole open wide. Get used to me pumping my cum inside it."

I slide her up and watch when I drop her on my dick to swallow it all up. The tight hole felt incredible. I tighten my fingers and move her up and down on me. Using her hole like I said I would. I ignore her whimpers and moans. Her cunt is glistening now, but she doesn't deserve to cum.

Not yet.

After six or seven hard deep thrusts, I rush back to the bed, lifting her off my cock I sit her on the bed and push her back on it wanking my dick over her cunt.

"Open your legs wide, Fuckdoll," I pant out. My heart is fucking racing.

As soon as I see her pretty wet cunt lips, I shoot my load on her spraying her pussy, watching it spray her stomach. Her pink asshole is still gaping open, so I shove my cock back inside her, growling when I continue to spurt the rest of my cum inside her asshole.

I slowly slide my dick in and out of her asshole. My cum has doubled up as lube and eases my path. I see some of it leak out, and I pull back to see some droplets drip from her hole. Her cunt and tattoo are covered with my cum. I smile at the sight.

My pretty Fuckdoll.

I can't wait to train her to be my obedient cum-dumpster.

I get a tissue from the table and wipe her cunt. I need to keep the tattoo clean for now. I smile, wiping her arousal. I use the tissue and rub her clit. Her hips jerk, turning my smile into a grin.

"You filthy Fuckdoll. You enjoyed me fucking your asshole. If we go at this rate, it won't be long until you beg me to fill your holes. I might even let you cum next time," I said, removing the tissue from her cunt and tossing it into the waste basket beside the bed.

When I look at the horrified look on her face, my mind goes to when I first met her. It feels damn good to put her in place, but for her to enjoy getting her asshole pounded like a common whore?

That is fucking priceless.

I hear her stomach rumble and remember she needs to eat.

She's earned her first meal.

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I watch as she demolishes the soup and bread. I remember her being such a bitch about the food at the charity event. She will be digesting some nastiness from me while she is my Fuckdoll.

I'm looking forward to when she misbehaves. My dick twitches again. My eyes go to her tinted lips. The artist did a damn good job on her. She looks like the perfect doll but has no nasty plastic holes or fake silicone tits.

Not my pretty doll.

I finish my soup and decide to test her some more. I want her to fail. I wait until she has finished her food. Due to the temperature, she wears black sweatpants and a red jumper. Tomorrow I will sort out the wood fires. I want to watch her walk about dressed up like my perfect doll.

"Since I cooked your washing up."

I doubt she has washed any dishes before.

"Pick up our dishes and take them to the sink. Use the container of water to wash them and put them on the side to drain," I instructed.

She does as she is told. She used a little too much water but other than that, it's a good first attempt.

"Follow me."

I take her back into the bedroom and sit on my recliner, lifting my book from the table before looking at her.

"Bring me your gag."

She brings it over to me without saying a word.

I motion to her with a finger, and she leans forward for me, the plastic dick deep inside her throat again. I fasten it up tight.

"Get on your hands and knees beside my feet," I said, looking into her confused blue eyes.

I smile.

"I forgot to order the footstool for the chair. So kneel by my feet because that's your job for tonight."

She looks aghast but slowly stands up and does what she is told.

I pull my feet towards the chair and watch her get on her hands and knees before I put my feet on her back. She has curled her hands on the wooden floor to protect her nails. I relax my feet on her back and open my book.

Life is good.

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The next week goes smoothly, with her being well-behaved enough to have the gag removed. I've been fucking her asshole daily. She can take a hard pounding now. I've not used her mouth hole yet. I'm waiting for her to slip up before I fuck that hole.

Her tattoo and piercing are looking good. I haven't let her go outside yet. I know she is desperate to explore her surroundings. The plane is covered up, and there is the woodshed out there. That's it.

I had this cabin specially built here. It's completely desolate out here. I knew it would be the perfect training ground for my Fuckdoll. I've missed my training routine, so I decided to jog today. The cold morning air will be good for my lungs. The sand, not so much.

"Fuckdoll, I'm going out for a jog. Be a good girl, and don't go outside."

I manage to say this with a straight face because I know she won't be able to resist going outside.

She looks up from the book I gave her. I brought a selection of classic and modern books with me. She won't find the satellite phone or internet connector. I have them stashed in the plane.

She opens her mouth but then remembers. She lifts her hand.

"Speak."

"When can I go outside, please?" Her voice has an annoying whine to it.

"When I say you can."

She purses her lips and narrows her eyes at me but looks back at her book again.

I go into the bedroom and get my trainers before I close the front door, I place two feathers, one underneath the door and one between the door and the doorframe. I ensure the feathers are still in place when I shut the door. The pillows won't miss them.

I do my stretches for a little longer this morning, and I jog on the spot until I spy Fuckdoll peering out of the corner of the window. I pull my hoody up, grinning and take off sprinting.