By the time Dream returned home, it was already sundown. He had been gone for over four hours and was excited to see his dolly and how he was faring with his new toy. Upon opening the door to the “dungeon” he gazed at the adorable mess that was his Dolly. He was flushed in the face, beads of sweat running down his forehead, and his eyes were rolled to the back of his head. He could also see globs of cum dripping down the side of his cock, dripping onto his thighs. This was all likely the result from several hours of overstimulation and sexual torture. Sure, George wanted an orgasm, but not this many.
Dream chuckled before twitching the rocking horse off and walking over to his doll.
“Looks like someone had fun, didn’t they?”
George could only let out a quiet moan in reply as he bit down hard at the bulb of his pacifier, drool dripping down his chin. Dream chuckled at this, before going up behind George and grasping his by the hips. He then began to slowly lift the man off the horse cock, making him sigh with relief as the toy was removed was his guts. A small popping sound was heard when George was fully pulled off of it.
Dream removed the pacifier gag before he took out a small handkerchief and began to wipe the drool from around George’s chin as well as clean the sticky cum around his now softened penis. As he cleaned, George looked away shamefully as Dream commented about how cute his floppy dick was.
“Do you like our playroom, Dolly?” Dream asked as he set George down on the carpeted floor.
George shook his head “No! I hate it! I hate everything about this!” He shouted, glad to have his mouth free and able to voice his protest once more.
This did not phase Dream in the slightest though, simply writing his doll’s objections as just being grumpy. It was quite amusing if he was honest. He began to stroke George’s blushing cheek, giving it a light pinch. In response, his dolly slapped his hand away, pouting.
“Oh, you’re so pretty when you’re all grouchy like this!” Dream proclaimed with a small chuckle.
“But I think I can make you even prettier…”
“Ugh…”
“Aww, don’t worry Dolly, I think you’re still pretty even barefaced. I just want to spruce it up even more.”
With that, Dream stood up and opened a drawer, pulling out a rose gold cosmetic bag. He sat on the ground next to George, dumping the contents of the bag onto the floor. He could spot lipstick, eyeliner, foundation, mascara, as well as a few makeup palettes.
Once finished, Dream held up a mirror to George’s face, letting him take a look at himself. He nearly gasped. George didn’t look like...well...himself. He looked like a porcelain doll, a mere pretty plaything for this cruel and deranged man. His skin was pale, not a blemish to be seen, and his lips were painted a raspberry pink color, which matched the color of his cheeks. His eyelashes had also been curled, mascara used to enhance and darken them. He could also see his eyelids had also been adorned with pale pink eyeshadow, tying the cutesy look altogether.
It made George want to vomit.
“Don’t you love it, Dolly?” Dream asked as if George could love being turned into a helpless toy.
George grit his teeth, furrowing his brows in anger, trying to think of something to say. He wanted to yell and demean Dream the same way he did him. He wanted to let him know how sick and twisted he was, and his undying hatred for him.
Instead, he cried.
He didn’t even want revenge on Dream, that demon, or anyone really. He just wanted to go home, and shove this memory onto the highest shelf in his mind. The abduction, pain, and extreme humiliation was far too much for the frail man to handle. Still, at the moment, he couldn’t figure out a way of escape. He was trapped. He felt like he truly was a doll imprisoned in a tiny cardboard box, the visibility to the free world barricaded by a layer of clear plastic, causing him endless torment.
George buried his dolled up face in his hands and began to sob. Almost instantly, his makeup began to smudge, black mascara bleeding down to his under eyes, the lipstick smearing onto his cheek and chin. In short, the whole look was ruined, looking like a sloppy makeup job.
Dream ripped George’s hands from his face, the doll letting out a quiet gasp as he did. Once he noticed the ruined makeup, the blond nostrils flared, his eyes narrowing as a terrifying look of anger flashed across his face.
George’s face became spotty when a hard blow came from the side of his face, making his head spin.
“You ungrateful brat!” Dream yelled, pulling George across his lap.
Not given any time to react, George couldn’t even cry out when he felt Dream’s hand come down hard and swiftly at his backside. All that came out was a silent, choked scream as the blows kept coming, quickly turning his ass to a bright cherry color.
“How dare you! I spent all this time trying to make you look sweet and pretty, and then you go and ruin it! I’ve been kind to you, Dolly, but all you give me in return is lip and teeth. You think all of this is so bad, huh? Well, I can show you what real cruelty is!”
George did not like the sound of that. What he was going through already was torture, he couldn’t imagine how much worse things could get…
“Noooo! Please, I’m sorry! I promise that I’ll be a good Doll from now on, master! OOOOWWWW, please stop!”
George tried pleading with the cruel man, but it was all useless. He tried reaching back to protect his abused backside, but his hand was quickly slapped away.
“It's too late for that, Dolly!” The taller male said as he gave a few more hard blows to George’s ass, causing dark bruises to form. Thankfully, he was eventually shoved off of his lap, leaving the doll to cry and whimper on the ground. Dream grabbed his chin, forcing his toy to look him in the eye.
“Look at you...All you are is an empty-headed bimbo, and you’ll be treated as such until you learn to give me some goddamn respect...”
Dream gave George once last slap across the face before standing up and heading to the door of the playroom. George curled in on himself, quivering with fear and pain.
“You will be sleeping on the floor from now on. You don’t deserve to sleep in a bed. There will also be no dinner for you tonight. You’ll have to work for your food.”
As the man spoke, George shivered with fear. His voice was cruel, devoid of any empathy.
“Goodnight, Whore.”
As the door slammed shut, the smaller male curled himself into a small ball in a crude attempt to shield himself from the horrors he knew were to come…
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