>"Mister... please stop touching me right there. It's making me feel really weird and I don't like it. Can I please go back home? This feels weird."
“Shh, it’s alright. Remember what I said? This is your home now.” You softly coo as your hands trace her frame, lingering at a few select spots
>”But why did momma leave me? Doesn’t momma love me? Why won’t you stop touching me?” She’s breathing unevenly, she’s sniffling like crazy, and tears are starting to run down her face
>Poor dear must be getting hysterical
>Your hands stop at the hem of her shirt, slowly rolling it up and off her
“Your mom gave you to me because you cost her too much. And you don’t give up things you love.”
>You’re lying through your teeth, and good people tend to not do that
>You’re not a good person of course, which is why you’ve kidnapped this poor girl from her home
>She isn’t offering much resistance right now, with her shirt pulling up her arms and covering her face
>She’s pulled tight against you, and your diamond dick is pressing into her lower back
“But I promise you, I’ll love you. And I’m getting you ready for a bath. You’re kind of stinky.” You give her a kiss on the neck and she whimpers
>Half lies are better than whole lies, aren’t they?
>You take off her shirt and move over to her fly, she’s got surprisingly supple hips
>She tenses up as you push down her jeans and underwear, huh it has a teddy bear on the back
“Come along now, I’ll help you wash up.” You start to push her towards your bathroom.
>When you both enter the room, you catch her face in the mirror
>Her eyes are red and puffy and her face is a mess of tears and snot
>Your doll shouldn’t look so ugly, you’ll have to fix that right away
>You grab some tissues from near the sink and start wipe away at her face
“Shh, shh. It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m here for you. I’m gonna give you a nice, relaxing bath, and you’re gonna start to feel better.”
 
>You hope you’re not lying this time
>You draw up the bath and you sit her on the toilet
“Now I’m going to get us some towels and change.” You cup her chin and make her eyes meet your own “can you be a good girl and wait here for me to get back?” Her lavender eyes are bright, but not with intelligence
“Can you promise you’ll wait right here for me? If you behave, there’ll be something special in it for you.”
>She slowly nods her head and you smile
“Great! I’ll make sure it’s extra special just for you.” You say cheerfully, hoping she’ll catch the mood
>You step out and close the door, grabbing the key from on top of the frame
>You disrobe in your room, just outside of the master bathroom, and grab two towels from the linen closet just outside your bedroom.
>You peek, into the guest room, soon to be Sonata’s.
>It looks magnificent.
>Then again, you’d expect nothing less from yourself
>The cyan and night blue bedsheets match the walls
>The wood armoire at the far end is lit up by the afternoon sun, is packed full of clothes
>The closet has dresses and coats and shoes and boots
>God, you hope you aren’t going to spoil your little doll
>You check to make sure the windows are locked firmly, satisfied you leave
 
>You make your way back to the bathroom with towels in one hand and the key in the other
>You can hear the faucet and go to open that door, but you discover the knob it won’t turn
> You sigh and knock on the door
“Sonata, please, could you open the door?”
>No response
>”Sonata, darling, the tub’s going to over flow if you don’t let me in.”
> You hear the faucet abruptly stop and what sounds like sobbing
“Sonata, are you ok in there? Can you please tell me what’s wrong?” You hope she starts to talk, you really don’t want to put too much trauma on your little doll today.
“Sonata, please talk to me. I really don’t want to force myself in.” You said trying your best to sound pleading
>It’s really much better if she chooses to let you in, the last thing you want is to accidently break any part of your doll
>yet
>Sighing you sit against the wall looking at the door
“Please let me in,” you call, “I really don’t want to take away your surprise.”
>no response
“And if I take away your surprise, then I’ll have to punish you instead. And neither of us wants that, do we?” You think you hear some type of beyond the door.
“Trust me, you really don’t want that, especially when your surprise was going to be so lovely. But now,” you set everything down and walk to your belt laying on the ground, “you’ll have to be punished.” You punctuate with a crack of the belt against your bedframe
>An audible eep comes from the bathroom
“Now, I’m going to count to five, and if you don’t open the door by then, you’ll force me to do something we’ll both regret.”
“One,” no response
“Two,” you think you hear something
“Threeee, I’m not kidding around, Sonata,” you definitely heard something, it sounds like she’s weeping again
“Four, this is your last chance before I come in.” She’s started to wail now
“Don’t make me do this, Fi-“
>”I’m sorry!” She sobs, “Please don’t hurt me!”
 
>Christ, she’s sobbing after every word
“I’ll let you in.” With that the door clicks and begins to open into the bathroom
>You put the key on the on your dresser, pick up the towels and go in
>Sonata looks much worse than earlier, her face is covered in tears and mucus, so are her arms from where she tried to wipe it away
>Somehow her eyes are more bloodshot and her cheeks and forehead are red from lack of air
>You put the towels near the sink and scoop Sonata in a tight hug
>You whisper sweet nothings and run your fingers through her hair as her soft breasts and hard nipples press against you
>You hold her like that for a few minutes until she stops crying
>Once she’s calm enough you ask, “Are you ok now?” not letting go of her
>She shakes her head
“Do you want to talk now?”
>Another shake
“Let’s just have the bath then, and if you’re a good girl, you’ll still get your reward”
>By some miracle of thermal dynamics, the water’s still warm
>You hold Sonata’s hand as she gets in, and you follow suit behind her
>Sonata is naked, sitting in front of you in your tub
>You’ve been waiting for this for quite some time now
>She’s hairy than you imagined
>In fact it doesn’t look like she’s shaved even once in her life
>Her pits and pussy have practically a forest growing on them, you definitely need to trim her armpits
>Her arms and legs, however have practically no hair, her mom must have used some product to get rid of it, since having sharp objects near the mentally handicapped tend to be a bad idea
>But you’ll have to pick up some hair removal cream next time you go to the store
>You focus on bathing again, grabbing one of those poofy bath sponges, you apply soap to it
 
>It’s lavender scented, you’ve always been a sucker for it
>That and citrus scents, it’s a shame your doll didn’t have that smell already, she smelt sort of dusty and like fog, thinking of how someone can smell like that gives you a headache
>You start to massage the soap onto Sonata
>She tenses and shakes a little bit as you rub in onto her back and shoulders
>Her skin’s smooth like porcelain and soft like a high thread count sheet
>There’s a few small moles here and there, but no scars or wrinkles, just smooth flesh
>Buffalo Bill would have a hard on right now, then again you have a rager going
>You move to her arms, holding them up above water, and slowly going up and down, holding them above her head and scrubbing her pits and ribs
>She’s much less tense now, but still shaking as you move the sponge towards her belly
>You’re leaning over her slightly, and one hand is steadying you against her shoulder
>You can see the top of her bust and the areola and nipple on each one, a bit bigger than a half-dollar
>You begin soaping up her chest, spending more time than needed there, try as you might you can get her to gasp, or moan, only breathe heavily.
 “Alright, stand up Sonata, I have to clean your other half,” you politely tell her, but she seems more than a bit reluctant to obey
“Sonata,” you say more sternly, “Please stand up and face me so I can get the rest of you.”
>”P-please, don’t, I can wash fine,” she sputs out qui
vering more than earlier
“I will not ask again, Sonata, stand up or I will have to punish you one we’re done.”
>That gets the message across as she very shakily stand up and faces you
>You’re going to need a moment to collect yourself
 
>This right here, is what you’ve spent months waiting for
>Now, it’s so close you could taste her
>Hell, you could ravish her, beat her, drown her
>kill her even
>You could do anything you’d want to without consequence
>You feel an electric charge run up your spine, your heart stand still
>An unbearable heat bubbles and churns within you, and a sharp breath hisses through your gaping jaw
>”Please stop staring at me,” your doll’s voice creaks out drawing part of you out from your stupor
>Your shaking hand moves the sponge to her knee and the other one digs into the side of the tub, steading you
>You try, to no avail, to calm yourself down as you start to wash her legs and hips
>You aren’t aware, but you’re going very slowly, crawling your way up her thigh, and around her waist
>A sneeze from your doll finally snaps you out, it must have been at least five minutes and you’ve gotten everything else suds up, except her groin
“T-t-turn around,” you sputter, and hesitantly she obeys
“M-move your legs apart,” you order as authoritarian as you can manage, this time Sonata does nothing
“NOW!” you yell as you launch yourself up, surprising yourself and frightening her
>With another sniffle she complies
>With an audible gulp you position the sponge just above her crack and slide it over her puckered ass and passed her vagina
>You lick your lips and step a little closer, somehow feeling harder, and start to go through the motions again
>Dragging the sponge back and forth again, pressing down harder and staying longer on her pussy
>Your free arm snakes around her waist and traces up towards her breasts
>You drop the sponge in the water and whisper,
“Here’s part of your surprise for being such a good girl.”
 
>Your lower hand traces along her vulva, circling her clit, and tracing again, while your other hand massages a tit and lightly pinches her nipple
>She finally moans and you gently bite her ear
>Your fingers start to slide in between her outer labia, feeling her sopping wetness
>You start to press yourself tightly against her, letting her feel your hardness against her tail bone
>Gradually, one finger works its way inside her
>Fighting its way against her near vice grip, and
>Ah, there it is, proof of unconquered territory
>You aren’t surprised, but you are relieve to find it, there’s a lot of freaks out there who’d want to take advantage of the mentally handicapped
>Not you though, you knew this was love, and sometimes love needs help finding its way
>And right now, your fingers were finding their away around her clit, you didn’t want to accidently break anything, didn’t you?
>”Please stop. I’m feeling really weird now.” Your doll complains
“Its fine, you’re supposed to feel that when this happens,”
>”I, I feel like I’m gonna pee,”
“Don’t worry, just let it out,” you reassure her as you grind yourself against her, pulling all of her against you
>”I-I,” she stammers, “it-it, ah, ah,” She’s shaking all over now
>”Ahhh~~hh~!”
>She cums so hard against you, her legs start to give out
>You lower yourselves back into the tub, it was a miracle you didn’t jizz on her this time
>Her face is flushed and she’s breathing heavy as you lean back with her on top of you
“That was the first half of your surprise. Did you like it?”
>Sonata gives sort of a grunt and high pitch sigh, you assume that’s a yes
“Good, if you behave yourself until dinner is over, you can have the rest of it.” You say cheerfully
>She smiles and nods
“Great! Let’s wash your hair real quick so we can have dinner. I don’t know about you, but I worked up quite the appetite.”
>”Y-yeah, me too,” Sonata sheepishly replies
 
>The rest of the bath goes quickly and Sonata behaves herself marvelously
>The both of you get out, and you pull the cork, letting the tub drain
>Wrapping a towel around yourself, you hand Sonata the other one
“Dry yourself, and I’ll be right back. And remember, Sonata,” you take on a grim tone, “no funny business, ok?”
>You see her nod her head slightly, and you leave, closing the door behind you
>You dig through your pants pockets and pull out your phone
>You dial up the pharmacy you part time at and press against your throat
> Ring…ring-ring…ri-“Too-too-roo~, Pha-macy Desu~”
“Hi, Julie,” cough cough
>”Mistah D.K! Are you ahright?” Julie asks
“Not really, I feel something awful,” You really shouldn’t lie so much
>You walk over to the guest/Doll’s room and start looking at clothing
“I think I got food poisoning,” cough cough, “Or something. I’m afraid,” cough, “that I can’t work this week.” You finish with a series of coughs
>”Ok, I unda-stand. But you wirr hafta work twice as much next week to make up for it!”
“Yeah, of course. Take care.” You hang up and take out dark blue button-up pajamas with a music note pattern. “Yeah, these should do.”
>You put on your silk pajamas before returning to the bathroom
>You open the door to find your doll in the same place, with the towel draped over her head
>You have to bite your lip from starring at her nude form
>You clear your throat making Sonata acknowledge you and you hand her the clothes
“Sonata, are you all dried up?” you ask her taking a knee and trying to smile
>”Mmhm,” she answers, looking at you, but not in the eyes, your cheery disposition fades a bit
>She doesn’t seem happy or sad right now, but she’s at least calm and content
 
“Do you need help getting dressed?” you cup her chin again, reminding her to look at your eyes
>She does look, and she has such gorgeous eyes now that she stopped crying
>”No, I can do it good.” She proudly states
“Good for you, Sonata.” you congratulate her by tussling her hair and letting her stand up
>Your doll almost makes a show out of bending over to put her feet through the pajama pants, giving you quite the eyeful of her behind
>Her outer lips are puffy and her hair makes a light trail leading up to her asshole
>You lean forward and breathe deep, taking in a bitter and hot scent, making cheeks boil and tongue slide out to lick your lips
>She snaps back up, almost crashing her supple waist and butt into your nose, pulling her pants up
>She fumbles a bit with the buttons of her shirt, before turning around
>”All done!” she beams
>The pants are put on fine, and she’s got such a big, nice smile, and that’s about her only saving grace tight now
>She sucks at buttoning though
>At least a third of the buttons aren’t in, while most of the rest aren’t in the right hole, making the left half hang lower than the right half
“G-great job, Sonata. Would you like me to brush your hair now?” you stammer, trying to control yourself from the lust and adorableness she’s unknowingly inflicting on you
>”No, momma will,” whatever good mood she had, it was quickly going south, “momma…will…momma.”
>She sniffles the last part out as tears start to form in her beautiful eyes
“Sonata, dear. Don’t cry, its ok.” You start drying her eyes with your sleeves
>She’s still sniffling, but you don’t think it’s going to get much worse
>You help her up and out of the bathroom into your bedroom where you sit her down on your bed and hug her
“Its ok, I’m here for you dear.”
 
>You start to run a hand through her damp hair, while gently rubbing her back
>You hold her there and rock her for a while until she calms down
>You get up and grab a brush from the bathroom and start to work on her hair
>Once that’s done you plop her at your kitchen table while you make a quick dinner
>Taking a small detour towards the medicine cabinet, you take two sleeping pills and set them aside
>As you fix her plate, you crush them up into her food
>You serve her and put your plate down too
>You eat slowly, focusing more on your doll, who’s eating with gusto and dirtying up her face a bit
>A minute or so later when you finish, Sonata yawns and you wipe her face clean
>”Mister, I’m really sleepy, do I have a bed?”
“Call me D.K, and close your eyes, you’ve earned your surprise.”
>”But I really wanna go to bed. Why can’t I just go to bed?” She groggily states
“Well that’s your surprise, come on, close your eyes and I’ll bring you to your room.”
>”Okay,” she weakly says as she stands up
>You put her hands over her eyes and gently push her to her room
>When you get there you tell her to look and she gives a small eep
>”Wow, it’s great!”
“Yep and it’s all yours, you can explore it more tomorrow, now it’s time for bed.”
>You help her under the covers and tuck her in, running your hands through your doll’s silken hair until she falls asleep
>You deserve her more than her mother, you tell yourself, she couldn’t appreciate her daughter’s beauty like you did
>That’s why you had to take her
>You sit there watching her snore and breathe peacefully, occasionally moaning, for some time until you were sure
>Slowly you stand up and take out your cock
 
>You stroke it a few time to start its expansion and gently turn Sonata’s head towards you
>She’s so peaceful looking while asleep, it almost makes you regret what you’re about to do
>Almost
>You’ve earned this, you’ve gone through a lot today
>There was kidnapping her, dealing wither her in the car, readying her room
>And the months of preparation to get everything ready
>With a pleasing sigh, you rub yourself against her lips, prodding slightly into her mouth
>She’s legally an adult, but her mind is like a child’s, and her rooting reflex is like a babies
>She unconsciously puckers her lips and light sucks your head
>You’re completely erect and you start to push more of yourself into her mouth
>Just as you get your glans in, her tongue starts to move around, caressing your head
>Shivers run down your body as your cock twitches in her mouth
>You start to slide your prick around her mouth as you push her head towards you more
>You explore every contour of her mouth, feeling the ridges of her molars and letting her canines lightly scrape against you
>One of your hands grabs and pinches her nipple through her gown making her moan and vibrate your cock
>You’re getting close and your blood is rushing to your face and dick
>You pull out until just the tip is in her mouth, pressing against her teeth, with her tongue idly lapping you, and you start to stroke it
>You let out a loud moan and you shoot thick white ropes of cum into her mouth
>You rub some lingering spunk off your junk on her cheek near her eye before slowly lifting her torso up
>You caress her throat making sure she swallows it all before resting her against the pillows
>She goes back to sleeping peacefully, and you kiss her goodnight on her jizz scented lips before locking her door and going to bed yourself
 
>You lay down under the covers, completely exhausted, before falling asleep
>You don’t dream often, so morning comes after a blink of an eye and a beep of your alarm
>It was maybe 10:00 when you went to bed, and your alarm is set for 6:00
>You’re a grown man, you pay taxes and own a home, you don’t need more than 8 hours of rest
>You change out of your pajamas and put on your lazy clothes
>Blue jeans and a v-neck
>You dress far more formally than others when you go out, it feeds your ego when show everyone that you can afford to wear expensive and hoity-toity things like it’s nothing
>But right now, you have to do a quick inspection of your land
>You slide on boots and lace them tight before you go outside
>The sky is dim and the grass is colored gray with dew
>Your boots squeak as you patrol the grass surrounding your house meeting the edge of the forest further along your property
>Everything seems to be in order, there’s no litter, no strange cars, and all the bars outside all the windows look pristine
>You like the bars, it keeps…undesirables…out, and what belongs to you inside
>You always keep what belongs to you, and you never let them go
>With a sigh and a smile you go back inside, your stove clock reads “6:17”
>You mix a protein shake and turn on the news
>”And that’s the weather! Now here’s Jessica McKnight with the news!”
>You hate missing the weather, now you’ll have to deal with sensationalism until the forecast on the five happens
>You begin your basic workout routine, it gets your heart beating and builds some muscle, and you’re finally up to 40lbs. dumbbells in each hand
>”Breaking news from yesterday’s horrendous crime,” Jessica begins, “about the kidnapping of a local girl.”
>Oh, they’re going to be talking about you
 
>”Just yesterday morning, the unthinkable happened in this woman’s apartment.”
>”An intruder broke in and kidnapped a special needs girl, right from her home.”
>The throw up a picture of her from several years ago with the caption ‘Sonata Dusk Dazzling: Age 10’
>It must be from a birthday party as she has frosting smeared on her face and a gaudy cone hat on
>Your stomach churns and you fall on your ass as they shove this ugly facsimile of your doll in your face
>”The mother of the girl only had this to say.” The camera cuts to a woman in her fifties trying to look like she’s in her thirties holding a more recent picture of your doll
>”Please, I don’t care who you are, just…please bring back my daughter. Please, please, don’t hurt my baby.”
>She looks so tired
>And you didn’t so much as steal her, as you liberated her
>You knew you had to since you first saw her
>Just a few month ago, working the register at the local pharmacy, your life received new purpose
>They came in
>They approached your counter, and the mother sounded so tired trying to pick up her prescription
>But her daughter, Sonata, she walked just behind, holding onto her mother’s hand, and lightly sucking her thumb
>Her cyan and night blue hair was back in a ponytail, her cheeks had a rosy tint, her chest bounced as she walked
>You had to dig your car keys into your thigh as Van Halen performed in your head
>”Ms. Dazzling for a prescription refill.” She said mechanically
>She then gave you her first name and address as you confirmed her valium refill
>You made quite the conscious effort to memorize her apartment address
>You gave her daughter, your doll, Sonata a grape sucker and let Julie take over
>They got their prescription and started to leave, Sonata gave you a half-hearted wave goodbye, her hips swaying like a pendulum, and you knew you had to have her
 
>You asked Julie
“I’m still pretty new to this town, what’s their story?”
>”Is sad and shameful tare. She single mothah with one wetaded daughter, and two estranged oldah girls. Sometimes oldah girls try to regally get young girl. Rots of stress for her. Need varium to calm down.”
“Wow”
>”Yes, as I said, very sad and shameful famiry.” You think this is the most human you’ve ever seen Julie
>”Usually, I deriver prescription, but I hafta watch you today so they come here. Break time ovah! Back to work! You got customah!” She snaps back to her slave driver self and pushes you back to the register
>But since then, you’ve had Sonata on your mind every waking hour
>Planning and preparing
>Following their movements, learning their schedule
>Staking out their apartment
>The mother gets a mani-pedi once a month with another mom, but she has a special needs boy
>That was when you set your plan in motion
>This was a good town, almost no one locked their doors, that’s why you came
>You took the stairs up, putting on gloves and a hat, knocking on the door you announce
“Too-too-roo~, Pha-macy Desu~!”
>The door opens, Sonata’s there, you tell her she’s supposed to come with you on because her mother said so
>You command her to be quiet on the stairs and you walk her out to your car and drive home
>Now you’re here watching the weather as you finish your work out
>Apparently there’s going to be a 60% chance of rain today
>It’s been raining a lot this year, at least you’re saving money on utilities, not that you need to
>You drink your protein shake and check on your email
>Great, the clerk at the grocery store sent you something
>You never should have signed up for that savings program
>But that chick and her crazy eyes wouldn’t take no for an answer
>You’ll have to deal with that later
>For now, you best check on your Doll
 
>You unlock her door and find her splayed out with the covers covering half of her
>You step over to the side of her bed and see some dried up splooge still just under her eye
>You smirk at that, and you pull the covers away from her sleeping form
>Her hair is a mess and her morning breath is awful, but you lean over and kiss her and move a hand down towards her waist
>You slip under her pants and scrape your fingers through her dense forest of pubic hair
>Quickly, you cup your fingers around her vulva and start to knead your middle and ring fingers in between her outer labia
>She’s a little wet and blood is starting redden her lips and face
>You start sliding your fingers up and down, rubbing along the whole length of it
>She’s letting out small moans and you start to feel some sizeable expansion in your pants
>You bite your bottom lip as you grab her breast and massage it through her ill button top
>Your doll’s nipple is able to poke into your palm through her shirt
>You’re definitely doing something right
>Releasing her breast and removing your hand from her pants, you place either hand on the waistline
>You roll her pants down just below her knees, and with a cheek in each hand, you lift her hips up
>Now you have a face full of her dripping wet and hairy vagina
>You feel like you’re going to bust the zipper on your jeans
>Air is being exhaled through your open mouth as you move closer, ready to taste paradise
>You plant your mouth on her and take a big, slow lap with your tongue
>You’re doll gives a deep moan as juices flow out
>It’s hot and salty and
>not…stopping
>You push yourself out of her bed and the ammonia scent confirms what you guessed
>With a growl you pull her pants up and leave to gargle the hell out of some mouth wash