Dark Star, The Forty-Ninth Chapter – Bargaining

This one will be a good one. He took much longer than the others. Fought back harder.

Daddy had to get the chains for this one.

Perhaps it’s because he’s older than the other pets. I wouldn’t call this one a boy.

You can see his mind working. All the time processing, looking, searching for an escape.

When he thinks we’re not watching, when Daddy gets distracted and turns his attention to me instead, I still see him plotting his next move. I catch glimpses in between Daddy’s thrusts.

When he thinks I’m not looking, I see him pulling at the restraints, testing anchor points, feeling around the floor, using the small amount of mobility he’s been granted to feel around. What is he looking for? A weapon? He won’t find any.

His words are the most clever, the most telling of his desire to survive. I like it. But then is that the point? What he was aiming for? The way he pleaded with us, telling us his name over and over, explaining his life, his wife, the love he has for his children. He made himself more human.

Now he’s real, he has a background, a story.

His death will really mean something.

To someone.

Maybe even to me.

Good.

The blood arcs in beautiful crescents across the floor.  The spray deep red against the bleached floorboards. Daddy’s painting with his fists again. Daddy’s making music with his fists again.

The sight, the sound, the smell; it stirs something within me. Something I know well. The beast Daddy looks to tame. It seems to stir something within the man too, a reaction somewhat opposed to my own. The fear of a man encountering something terrifying for the first time. Struck dumb and white.

Hasn’t he ever seen himself bleed before?

Could he really have lived a life so rosy that this is the first time he’s ever faced his own mortality? The very real acknowledgement that we are just bundles of meat and bones, fragile and fleeting, especially under Daddy’s charge.

There’s nothing quite like the sight of a man who’s seen his own bile for the first and last time. That, Daddy tells me, is what life really looks like.

The panic sets in, manifesting in a physical response that would border on violent were he not so well restrained. The chains rattle noisily against his futile attempts.

A well placed strike to the temple brings some respite. Eyes rolling back, the man is quiet for a moment.

A quiet moment for Daddy and I to share. His blood soaked fist brought to my mouth to lap up. A blood soaked fist that becomes a claw, pinning me up against the wall. Daddy’s face just inches from mine as he pushes deep inside. Daddy’s face consumed with the darkness that takes him, his pupils so large I feel myself lost in them, lost in him. Lost in the lust that wraps around us. Lust that muffles the senses and clouds the world outside. Outside of us. Outside of this moment. Outside of our reality.

Moans signify the man’s awakening. Conscious once more and trying a different tact. When the man finds his words he uses them, overcoming the lisp from swollen lips he pleads with us, tries to befriend us. “I’m just like you,” he promises, “We can be friends. You seem like good people”

Words that are largely ignored. Daddy is waiting, biding his time. Enjoying this one. No words could possibly work on my Daddy, he will have his satiation, his dark thirst quenched. It’s the least this pathetic meat sack can do.

Then a sentence that finally gets Daddy’s attention. “I’ll do anything… please.”

Daddy releases me, girl parts still aching from his vigorous loving he drops me to the floor. “Tell me more…,” he requests, turning his attention to the man. The sudden shift in Daddy’s attention clearly scares the man but his survival instinct is too strong to let this hook go. He attempts to reel Daddy in.

“I promise I have contacts. I can get you anything you want. I know people.”

“FUCK what you can get me…,” Daddy growls at him. “What would you DO now, right now?”

“Anything. Anything,” the man stammers.

“Anything?” Daddy queries, convinced by the man’s enthused nods. He means it.

I smile. Daddy is so clever. I’ve seen this before, all of this. Daddy will find a way to surprise them. He always does. He takes special pleasure from shocking even the most desperate of men. ‘It’s like peeling away the last morsel of their pathetic “humanity”… their pathetic self-deceit, Daddy told me.

I focus now, to see what Daddy sees.

“Then take her,” Daddy instructs, vaguely gesturing towards me.

“Daddy!” I exclaim. I don’t want that vile man inside me. Inside Daddy’s cunt. That’s not his.

“Wha… wha…?” the man begins but is soon cut off by Daddy’s cool words. “If you want to be free. Fuck her. Take her. Rape her. You said you’d do anything.” His words slowing. “Show. Me.”

Gauntlet thrown. I am the key to this man’s freedom. Me and my extreme lack of consent.

Any colour left in the man’s face quickly drains. He looks sick to his stomach. Sickness I echo. My skin crawling at the thought of him touching me.

I must do as Daddy requires, I remind myself. I click into my internal revolving mantra of “Daddy knows best”, the soundtrack to his good girl. It battles to be heard above the increasingly noisy objections of a beast who refuses to be subjugated.

Daddy rests his hands behind his back and waits, watching the man process this challenge, completely cool in his observation. His eyes flicker briefly in my direction, no love registering on his face, no acknowledgement of the message I desperately attempt to convey.

Please Daddy. Please don’t make me do this… Not again.

The clown’s face flickers across my vision. The fat puppet’s face too. The gang of boys lurch into view, jeering and cruel. They all begin to sing a slurred chorus in the depths of my mind.

“He doesn’t even give a fuck.” whispers the beast.

I ignore it and turn up my mantra, shouting internally “Daddy knows best… Daddy knows best… Daddy knows best…”

“He didn’t stop those boys.” whispers the beast. “He doesn’t even want to protect you.”

“Not true.” I shout back, closing my eyes shut and clamping my hand over my mouth to keep the argument from spilling out. “Daddy got them for me, we stopped them forever.”

“But now he’s going to let that vile little man put his man-parts inside you and it’s going to hurt… oh how it will hurt, he’s going to hurt you and Daddy’s going to let him.” Words slipping into a sing-song rhyme that wins the battle for air-time in my mind.

“He’s going to hurt you and Daddy’s going to let him… He’s going to hurt you….”

“NO!”

“No, no, no, no, no, no.”

My eyes remain closed as the beast takes over. His “No” booming around the room, spoken in my voice…

…Eternity passes…

…and no time at all.

I blink, I think. Or maybe I sleep.

Everything is the same…

…and different.

I feel like a shard has snapped of the edge of my mind.

The world hits me smack in the senses. It’s jarring and refreshing.

I don’t see the beast’s protective actions but I feel them as I wake, aching deep into my muscles. But not from my cunt, that’s taken no abuse. “And nor shall it.” warns the beast before skulking into his resting place within.

The room is different. The light has changed. The air tastes different. Everything is different. I feel lost in myself and struggle to know who I am. All I feel is a struggle with myself and the dark shadow of my beast inside. I hope it’s still inside.

Maybe I allowed the beast off the leash? Or maybe I was just too weak to fight? Maybe I needed him? Just this once.

Everything is confused. Everything is so absolute.

I know the beast is bad because he says bad things about Daddy and Daddy says we should tame him and Daddy is always right but… maybe he protected me, just this once, maybe that would be OK and I wouldn’t get in trouble. Maybe the beast isn’t all bad. Maybe he doesn’t need to be tamed, if he helps me and protects me…

“Maybe you’ll understand?” I say as I stroke my Daddy’s face, my quiet words are hopeful but receive no response from either of the bodies in the room.

I look at Daddy’s face, or the poor imposter that it could be. Daddy’s face is warm and vibrant and full of rose tints. This face is sharp, cold and blue. Like Daddy’s face through a warped mirror in winter.

I turn away, uncertain. I turn away and see that wretched man.

The man couldn’t do me any harm now, if he could be identified as a man at all. The chains were sharp in places, still buried deep into his severed flesh.

I’ve been here before.

I give my Daddy’s body a once over, relieved to find him free from blood and broken bones. The deadness in his eyes at odds with his fine physical form. If we didn’t hurt him, why does he look so disappointed, so vacant?

I’ve been here before.

He rises and leaves the room slowly, stopping at the door to survey the massacre. He shakes his head and steps out, calling behind him “I’ll send another to clean up. Perhaps they can learn a lesson even if you can’t.”

I’ve been here before.

This time I don’t rush out after him. I follow with calm, measured pace.

“If I can’t”? Daddy’s words play on repeat in my head. What does that mean?

Daddy moves like a panther stalking prey, pacing the frosty yard in front of me as I make my way back to the cottage, desperate to clean the remaining lumps of potential rapist from my hair. I brace myself for the pounce that never comes.

The adrenaline continues to course as I discard my clothes in the porch, another bag for the incinerator, too damaged to be reused. Too full of former human.

My heart races, it brings the benefit of being incredibly focussed, careful not to mark anything with the crimson liquid dripping from my sodden hair as I skip on tiptoes into the bathroom.

But I don’t get to luxuriate in a hot bath, or enjoy a refreshing warm shower. I am not treated to the cleansing rinse I so desire.

I regain consciousness in the yard. Outside the barn that houses the increasing number of pets we’ve been adopting. I hear them, they’re getting increasingly antsy, they do that when Daddy’s nearby, they’re not sure of him yet even though I defend him all the time. I explain his lessons. Some of them try to use their words to poison me but they just don’t know yet…

“Daddy knows best,” my internal monologue spoken out loud by the Daddy in question. My Daddy… my Daddy who is holding a hose pointed right at me and set to jet.

He washes me me down with freezing water. The blood runs away, the water getting increasingly clear.

The colder I get, the more it hurts.

Daddy shouts to make himself heard above the roar. “I’ve had enough Blade. I am not accepting your beast as an excuse anymore. You will obey me. You will show your love for me. You will do as you are told. You will be my good girl or so help me g…. or so help me, I will punish you, as often and for as long as it takes.”

Punish? My Daddy teaches me lessons, he doesn’t punish me.

He shuts off the painful power spray and wraps me up in a large towel, quickly carrying me into the warmth of the cottage, sitting us both in front of the fire. My skin explodes from the change in temperature, burning hot and tender. “It’s OK my darkling, my special princess, I’ve saved you. No more freezing water now, you’re all clean. You’re all warm now. You’re all better. Daddy’s got you.”

Daddy snaps back into focus. I feel his presence like a wall of heat and I’m overwhelmed with emotion. Emotion that bursts out in sobbing tears.

My skin is sore to the touch, even though Daddy uses lots of his special wetness-maker, the one that comes with a pump; the one I’m allowed only when he chooses, when needs to use his cunt over and over. It still hurts. Pain that mingles with pleasure, pain that bursts with love, my Daddy’s love.

“I was never going to let him hurt you.” Daddy explains as he gently and slowly pushes inside.

My stomach drops. I made a mistake.

“I had a lesson Blade,” Daddy goes on, “It was an important lesson in learning people’s minds. In learning about how to work them, how to use them. How to push them. Learning what motivates them. I wanted to show you… and now I can’t. And it’s your fault.”

I close my eyes against the debilitating regret. What have I done?

“Now you want to be my good girl don’t you?” Daddy asks, building me closer to release.

I nod, desperately “Please Daddy, please forgive me.”

“Then I expect complete obedience from you. Don’t disappoint me again. You will trust me. You will learn my lessons and in return I will love you.Like this. ” He slides a hand in between us, the one that gets me so close.

“You want your Daddy to love you, don’t you my darkling?” Daddy offers.

“Yes Daddy, yes I do.”

“Then you will bring yourself under control. We will have no more mistakes like this.You will not fail me again. If you fail, I will punish you. If you fail, how can I love you? And I want to love you.”

The beast stirs from his slumber but I reign him in. I cage him in the blossoming orgasm that takes me. This. This is what I want. This and to be loved and to be forgiven and oh Daddy…

As the pleasure consumes me, all pain is forgotten and I pledge in that moment. “Yes Daddy, I will give you my everything. I will be everything you want me to be. You are my everything as I am yours.” Flying on the bliss of our connection I am certain this is right.

Daddy knows best.

Daddy will teach me how to work people like he can.

Daddy is my world and I know I can be good for him.

As long as Daddy loves me, everything is OK.

As long as I’m being good Daddy will love me.

Daddy knows best.

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Dark Star, The Forty-Eighth Chapter – Bathing

I need to be careful with this one.

Careful and clever.

The last one made Daddy angry so we didn’t get to keep it anymore. Daddy loved him until he was all gone. I know it’s what the pet would have wanted, really, deep down. His body showed how much he liked it, hard in his boy parts and parting with a smile.

I didn’t get to explain that I wanted to keep him, just a little bit. I’m not allowed to think that so I don’t. I don’t think it and I never, ever say it. Even when I feel it. Even when it’s not fair that Daddy breaks my toys.

This time if I want to play I must get permission like a good girl. Or maybe I can make Daddy want to play too, so that I can. Daddy barely pays attention to the pets unless they’re bad or he’s teaching me a lesson. I get all of his loving and Daddy treats because I’m his good girl. I do deserve it all, I do.

The cage looks quite cosy, actually. It’s next to the fire and Daddy even put a soft blanket in there. “We look after our pets.” he explained. He sets me a good example of compassion.

He catches me looking at the cage, tucked into the nook of his arm snuggled up on the sofa. It’s dark again. It’s noisier when it’s dark. Noisy in my head. Daddy’s reading me a story so I have something else to listen to. The low rumble of my Daddy’s narration drowns it out.

His pause indicates I should be listening to him. Turning my face up to him with a smile I nod for him to continue “Please Daddy.” I tune back into his words, idly picking the blood out from under my nails. We had a good hunt today.

Calmer in his arms and with the fairy stories working their magic, I relax. I trail my hand up towards Daddy’s fuzzy face and stroke his beard. My hand gently cups his jaw and moves in time with the words, Daddy’s throwing himself into character, roaring when the dragon does and imitating the squeaky little voice of the mouse.

It soothes the beast.

The story complete I whisper, almost inaudible “I’m sorry for the beast Daddy, it was hungry. I couldn’t stop…” I trail off, catching my lip wobbling at my failings. The black beast within clawing for control as I falter in confidence.

He shakes his head, ignoring the words directly and moving on, speaking aloud, “Time for your bath little lady.” Daddy scoops me up as his stands, wrapping my legs around his waist to carry me to the bathroom.

He returns my whisper. “Daddy will teach you. We will tame that beast. We will show it that you are mine.” His words having instant affect, my breathing shallowing and girl parts grinding hungrily against the firmness of his hip. He feels it.

Louder now he tells me “I made you Blade. Don’t you think Daddy’s beast had to be tamed?” A flash of it showing in his eyes, reflected back in lustful energy. His beast burns a vibrant red of furious desire.

Sometimes I think they speak to one another, his beast and mine. Through our gazes they see one another. Sometimes, when Daddy takes me, I feel them connect. That’s when I wake up the most bruised and cut. That’s when Daddy bites down the most viciously. That’s when Daddy pounds me the hardest, relentlessly until I pass out in a blissful haze of pleasure and pain. Those are the times I want again and again.

But… but sometimes my beast gets out even when I don’t want it to. I can’t always control it. Even Daddy’s best words do little to cage the beast as it grows stronger. Those are the times I never want, waking up with hazy memory, a full stomach and Daddy’s anger.

“I am in control Blade.” Daddy’s words cut through my thoughts and bring me back to the present. “I have a lesson for you. To show you how. We’ll take it slowly, reign that beast in little by little until he can’t hurt you anymore.” The intensity of Daddy’s stare matched by kisses that consume me. I’m breathless by the time he places me on the floor and starts the bath taps running.

In lighter tone Daddy’s attention turns back to the task at hand. “But right now my sweet darkling, a bath! Let’s get you all clean!” the intensity momentarily making way for bath time fun.

“Bubbles?” he asks? I nod enthusiastically. “Duckie?” he queries next, again to more furious nods. “And this?” he continues, holding a big pink loafer aloft. “Yes!” I squeal with more accompanying nodding.

I wonder….

“Daddy?” I ask gently, pushing to see how open he’ll be to my request. “Please may my pet come too?”

I see his eyes narrow, focusing on me. I feel his gaze bury into me, reading my mind.

“I just want to bathe her…” I say nervously, “…it. Just to keep it clean and…” I search for his words, “…to look after it. Like you showed me to!” I add brightly.

It’s the tiniest of tells, the curve at the edge of his lip, the not quite smile that speaks volumes of adoration, the one that waits for me to ask nicely, to ask as I’ve been taught, to ask anything of him and he shall deliver.

“OK.” He says with note of caution in his voice. “To wash it, only. No rough play!” Daddy sets the boundaries. “It can’t handle a beast.” His words firm and telling.

As quick as the wink that accompanies his words, Daddy returns to playful “Especially not a beast as devious as Duckie!” he chuckles.

I bounce and wriggle out of Daddy’s hands, eager to go and collect my little creature. I hear Daddy’s laugh as I scramble to floor to release the lock.

She takes a little coaxing at first. They all do at first. It takes some persuasion and that special soft voice that Daddy taught me. It takes wide eyes and a feigned frightened smile. Eventually, with the false sense of trust I garner by removing the shackles, they begin to believe and follow like little lambs to the slaughter.

Bouncing back into the bathroom I see the bath is bulging with big white bubbles! I clap my hands with excitement. My pet flinches involuntarily.

Quickly I drop my dress and remove the small set of panties from my pet. She obeys like a good girl and I pet her as a reward. “Such a good pet!” Happiness beams from my everything.

“Bath time!” Daddy booms from behind us, re-entering the room. I squeal in excitement as he swoops down and picks us both up with ease.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeee!” my excitement is uncontrollable as Daddy holds us above the bubbly mass.

“Deep breath!” he commands with a cheeky grin before dunking us both firmly under the warm water.

I resurface with a whoop and laughter. Daddy plays the funniest tricks. Pet comes up shortly after, coughing and spluttering.

“Silly pet, you will have to learn!” I say, wiping the bubbles out of her eyes.

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The water soothes my bruises and aching joints. It seems to relax her too, eventually even letting out a little smile as we play with Duckie.

I like her smile. I want it.

My girl parts twitch as the beast stirs within.

We want it.

We want to rip it off her face.

I wink at Daddy and slide a little closer to my pet. With an innocent smile I play a little closer, diving Duckie under the water. I smile at her, my most beautiful smile. She smiles back, the nurturing water breaking down her walls.

Daddy sits back and melts into the background but I still feel him watching me.

I like it when he watches me. When I must perform for him. His little actress.

I let my soft wet skin rub up against hers and let out a quiet laugh and giggle as I splash her a little. I let my body speak words of encouragement. Silent words of enticement.

The water laps up between us as I move in and take a kiss from her quivering lips. I match her inhale of surprise and play her like a puppet.

“Shhh…” I urge her with a finger to her lips. Fingers that trace down over her supple breasts and down below the bubbles. I find her pulsing cunt with ease and slide my slender fingers inside.

She takes it and gives herself to the moment. The animal drive for pleasure overriding her fear.

My free hand instinctively holds the back of her neck, reinforcing my control and allowing me the grip I need. I see it play out in my mind. My clever little hands bringing her on. Drawing out her pleasure and urging her closer and closer to climax. I imagine the feeling of her cunt clenching and convulsing in rhythm to my strokes and thrusts. I see her face blush and her breathing shallow as she gropes for release. I imagine how her face will look as she closes her eyes tight, reaching for that orgasm, the one I hold off just out of reach.

I hear her panting and the sound of the water making waves from her bucking hips. I smile to myself as I think how surprised she will be when I force her under the water. The confusion and gurgled scream as she cums hard, drowning with each wave of pleasure and involuntary breath.

“Good girl.” I growl quietly.

Good girl, the beast growls inside.

“Blade.” Daddy’s firm command cuts through the hotness, halting me just as I am about to plunge her down.

My pet freezes in my hands, juddering as she tries to wrestle against the orgasm, fearing Daddy’s intervention.

Mine, the beast growls.

I struggle to stop my hands working her cunt. She squirms under my hold, doing everything she can to hold off.

“Blade.” Daddy’s words repeat. The instruction is obvious… Stop.

MINE!! The beast roars, making my head swim.

“Yes, Sir.” I say weakly, my energy expended from wrestling control of my mind.

My hands come to rest and relax, softly cupping her under the water, holding still inside. The pet whimpers, caught between insatiable desire for release and the relief that I have stopped.

“Shut up and cum already.” Daddy growls at the girl. Immediately she climaxes hard around my fingers. I feel the hot jet of her piss and cum rush over my hand.

My cunt responds and I am overwhelmed with a sudden orgasm of my own.

“Good girl.” His words float through the air as he lifts me out of the water and enters me. Daddy treats as a reward for passing his lesson.

Daddy is in control. He will tame my beast.

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Dark Star, The Forty-Seventh Chapter – Fixing

Daddy leads me through the farmyard to unload the bags. The first contains a replacement dress, my old one was ruined during play time this morning because blood is so very difficult to shift, even though I rub until I’m sore.

Daddy chose me a new pretty dress and promised he’d make good use of the new red stained rags, he’s such a clever Daddy, letting nothing go to waste.

Medical goods are also piled into the boot to be unloaded, the antiseptic smell of the supplies excites me. Daddy’s fit them nicely around our treasure, all happily trussed up in the boot

I needed a new doll to play with here on the farm and now Daddy has found me a doll and she’s perfect. We got her at the market too. She was so keen to help me with the big boxes.
Daddy’s made me a new harness so I can learn to love her like he loves me.

We’ve bought her home to teach her the ways of Daddy. I will use her to make him proud.

I try to anyway.

I try really hard.

I thrust awkwardly against the girl’s backside. I’ve seen Daddy do it so often I thought I’d know how but the harness slips around my hips and I can’t find a rhythm.

I smile at Daddy, trying to show appreciation for his gift to me. My defeated frustration must show through because he returns a frown.

“Thank you Daddy.” I try to cover up the difficulties and stroke his arm.

“What’s wrong Blade?” he asks with a thoughtful tone.

“It slips.” I answer honestly as he demands. “I don’t think I have it right.” My voice heavy with disappointment. I so want to show him how grateful I am. This specially dolly just for me and I can’t love her like Daddy does.

He nods and takes a closer look, guiding my hips back and forth with a big hand, watching as the harness slips about. I have no control over the angle and my thrusts are practically redundant. Even if the girl was wet I doubt I’d be able to force my way inside.

“It does slip.” He says with disappointment. “Not to worry little one,” his smile confident as he slips the harness down my thighs. “Daddy can fix this.”

I stoke the girls hair whilst we wait, pushing it away from her wet eyes. She’s being ever so quiet and well behaved, I can barely hear a whimper from underneath the special rubber mask Daddy gave her. It looks quite funny, blown up like a balloon inside her face.

She looks me with pleading eyes, tugging at my generous heart. “I’m sorry…” I whisper “I will try to do better. I’ll try to take you like Daddy takes me… hard and with delicious pain. You want it like I want it. I know you do. Daddy says so.”

The thought of Daddy makes me drift into pleasurable memories of the night she came home from with us. Of how impressed she was with Daddy raining his love down on me, so much that she was lost for words, wide eyed and shaking, moved to tears that continued long into the night.

She shakes her head vigorously and sobs harder. I pang with guilt, “I know…” I say with soothing strokes… “I know you want it. Daddy will fix it and make it all better and then you can have it. Not long now…I’m sorry you have to wait but this is my most important lesson and I want to get it right.”

I glance over to Daddy fixing the harness at his special bench. “See…” I gesture as he turns to face us, his work complete, “Daddy fixed!”

She must be very excited, the way she’s bucking under my hands. The smell of desperation seeps off her, it sparkles in her eyes. “I’ll use you good,” I promise, pulling her squirming body back towards me. “I’ll take you and show you I love you little dolly, just like Daddy loves me.”

Daddy holds the harness up to the light, checking it this way and that. There’s a smug satisfaction evident from his smile. Daddy’s pleased with his handiwork.

“Up!” he instructs, tapping one foot then the other to slide the harness onto me. I balance left, then right, patiently allowing Daddy to slide it up around my hips.

The nail studs that Daddy has fastened inside the harness dig into my pelvis. “Here you go, my darkling girl.” Daddy reassures me as he tightens first the modified waist belt, then the thigh straps. “This should stay nice and secure.”

It hurts. That means Daddy loves me.

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The belt digs in tight, like piercing teeth from repeated Daddy kisses in a rosy ring all around my hips. The last notch in the belt draws many little rivers of red from my delicate skin. The smell makes Daddy growl. He holds himself and pushes me towards the girl with the simple instruction: “Have another go.”

I enter her, trying to concentrate while the hot pain distracts me. This time the harness doesn’t slip, it very much stays in place, held fast by nails piercing my skin.

It hurts. I get wet. I want Daddy to be inside me.

Daddy pushes me forward and I thrust into her. I whimper at the piercing pain but force my way inside. I will make Daddy proud.

“I want you to really feel it as you take her. As you learn to love her. Feel it. Embrace it. Lose yourself in it.” With that Daddy forces my hips forwards and backwards making my new steel cock thrust deep into the sobbing girl’s cunt. The resistance pushes the nails deeper into my flesh, burying deep into the soft skin and releasing trickles of fresh red blood down my thighs.

“Good girl,” Daddy’s word spur me on. She must really be enjoying it because her cunt is gripping tight around my metal boy parts, I can feel the resistance, it pushes back against me with such sweet agony.

She’s so swollen against my thick cock. It only takes a few more strokes before she orgasms. Hard, wet and messily all over me.

“Well done Blade,” Daddy congratulates me.

I nod and smile through my tears, my Daddy’s pride the best anesthetic against the pain. It beams from him. It flows from him, like the blood flowing down my legs, blood my Daddy enthusiastically laps up as he helps me remove the harness, unhooking each of its barbs, drinking deep of my wounds.

“You’ve pleased me.” Daddy smiles, “Blade, you learnt your lesson so well… Sometimes love hurts my precious one. Sometimes it hurts for both of you. You must persevere until it feels right, until you find what works despite the pain.”

He gestures to my obedient dolly. “Look how well you loved her today and how pleased she is, shaking with pleasure.” Daddy must be right, Daddy is always right.

“I will teach you to control your beast Blade, to choose when and how to give the gift of love or the pleasure of pain. How to make those two collide. To own the beast, rather than have it own you.”

“Tomorrow we have a new lesson Blade. Daddy loves you in all your holes does he? You will learn to do the same, my clever girl.” He draws me into his arms and I surrender to his hold, to the wooziness I feel from the blood loss and to his words.

I am Daddy’s good girl, and sometimes love hurts.

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Dark Star, The Forty-Sixth Chapter – Crafting

This house has extra space. More space for me to develop and grow, Daddy says. More space for me to do all the things that good girls do.

I can read any of the books Daddy chooses for me. I can bake using our special ingredients. I can clean and make house like we’re a good little family and I can make pretty things. I like making pretty things.

This house has extra space so I can have a craft corner, a little nook for me to sew and create. Daddy cleared the shelves and drawers, dramatically pulling everything off the rails with a “Ta da”. He has a special sparkle in his eyes when he acts dramatic like that for me. He likes it when I giggle and clap and call out for it “again, again!”

That night we had a bonfire, burning the old to bring in the new. I kept a few little trinkets from the things that were here before, recycling, giving them a new life, making them my own. Daddy says I’m extra special for taking so much care of our world. He says I’m born of the Earth and Nature and that I act as people should. Showing care for the land and eviscerating those that abuse it.

Those trinkets were the first of my collection. I cutted them up into pieces, ingredients for my creations, the supplies for my projects. Daddy said the excess bits wouldn’t burn so we fed them to the pigs as a special treat.

I like the piggies, I think they’re a bit like me, sweet and snuffly on the outside, all cute and fuzzy. They’re good to stroke but the frenzy when you feed them blood… Gosh! I think they have beasts inside them! Beast like Daddy and I do. Daddy says they’re nature’s blade – they obliterate anything that’s left at their mercy.

I admire the rows, all neatly organised. Each drawer labelled with the contents. Easy to find the various bits and pieces I need.

Daddy says we might stay here a while now so I can try some bigger projects, and maybe he’d help me. We could make some furniture, more “our style” Daddy said, replace the old fuddy duddy décor of the previous farmers. Daddy would use his new work bench and I can sew the covers and decorate them.

Or I could try my hand at some clothes, maybe even a gown so one day Daddy could take me dancing.

If we stay, and Daddy wants to stay, I may not have any new toys for a little while. The shops of the cities are far away and we have less chance of playthings volunteering themselves for our games, although Daddy thinks he’s seen one or two. A campsite down the lane might bring friends who’ll want to play.

I can make myself some new toys though, a pretty dolly family to have adventures around the old cottage and the barns. I can make them. I can make them perfect. I can make them using all the adorable teeny body parts laid out for me to choose from.

I even have hearts so they can feel and eyes so they can see and I was very careful in saving hair that I can plait and style a hundred times over. It’s all still attached to the little scalp sections. They just need stuffing and sewing together.

I stroke each piece in turn counting them out, delighting at my wealth of supplies, my treasure trove. “Two little arms, two bigger arms, two little legs, two bigger legs…” Then tap each of the glass jars containing the accessories. I was very lucky to have so many eyes to choose from, a selection of colours. I was extremely frugal, saving all the things I thought could be used again when we took over. I didn’t let any parts go to waste that were good.

Daddy said the farmer’s children would be so pleased to know I was making toys with what was left over. They were only little, but I know they played with dollies like me because I tore them apart too, the strange little plastic shells. Empty of emotion, not like my dollies will be, they still have life in their eyes.

My first attempt at a new dolly is a disaster. I spend days trying to cut the pieces to fit and sewing them is hard. I dig the needle deep into my hand many times and soon become distracted, gorging on my own sweet blood. Looking at the end result, I’ve simply made a chewed mess.

Daddy comforts me in his lap, sat in front of the open hearth. He strokes my hair with one hand as he holds up my creation to examine it with the other.

“I can see you’re getting better,” he reassures me. “Practice my Blade and you will be a master before you realise it.”

Re-emerging from the nestling spot in his chest, I ask with uncertainty, “Really?”

“Yes.” He smiles, warmly at me. “Put your mind to it Blade and you can achieve anything. You may not appreciate it now, but you will.” His belief in me makes my heart race.

“Anyone with any sense,” he adds with a cheeky twinkle in his eye, “would do well to recognise your talents too. Just,” he kisses me on the nose, “like I do.”

The next few days are lost in a feverish haze of craftwork. Daddy brings me meals and exclaims with awe as I show him my progress. I want to do well for him and he said I should be a master at this so I will be. I will be. I just need to keep practicing.

Eventually, tired and sore with fingers rubbed raw, I collapse in bed with Daddy.

“Well..?” He asks expectantly.
“All. Done.” I exhale each word and fall into a deep slumber.

Daddy has a surprise for me on waking, leading me sleepy eyed through the cottage.

The small girl looks at me from the corner of the play room. She’s shaking with nerves. Daddy says my friends are always nervous to meet me because of my reputation, because they all think I’m so marvellous. I don’t think I’m anything special, despite what Daddy says about me.

“I know you think I must the most marvellous girl in the world,” I say with ease. “But I’m not. I’m just another normal girl like you.” I give her my best smile. “I’m silly and clumsy and just a bit of a dork really!” Daddy says I’m a bit of a dork. He says it means I’m cute and it’s because I haven’t caught up on growing up yet.

I can’t wait to show her my special new dolly family.

Her face scrunches up as I hand her the boy doll. He has genuine boy parts, although they’re a bit big for his body and they don’t move like they used to. I don’t understand why she doesn’t seem to like it. Her little boney hands cover her quivering lips and wrinkled nose.

“What’s wrong.” I ask, forlorn at her response. “Don’t you like him?”

She pushes the boy dolly away, retreating as far into the corner as she can. Her slender limbs look like a spider retreating into a hole in the wall.

“Fine!” I shout, angry at her lack of appreciation for my art. “Hide in a hole like a pathetic spider. You don’t deserve to be my friend!”

Stupid girl. Stupid stupid girl. Doesn’t she know how hard I worked?

Daddy knows exactly what to do, of course. Life is simple here on the farm. No pressures from the outside world, no scrutiny nor people sticking their noses in.

Just a chance to create, to raise life, grow food, live off the land and by the seasons. We’ll eat what we grow and what we can gather. The gathered girl doesn’t taste like ungrateful… Quite the opposite… With vegetables and dumplings, she’s really quite sweet. A hearty meal making the best of what’s available. And what’s left… that fits neatly in my drawers, ready to be remade. Ready for me to make perfect again.

Daddy wants to raise a whole flock, animals for meat and food, animals to breed. Animals to be proud of. We’ll never need anyone or anything else. Self-sustaining simplicity.

We’ll make this our home, our forever home. It’s quite the life we’re crafting here.

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Dark Star, The Forty-Fifth Chapter – Offering

A bird comes into view. A silly little thing. Chest puffed, all red with glee.

It flits, it flutters. The bird I see. It hops from the frost bitten tree.

Stupid little creature now. It comes close to me.

My hand, I hold out. Cold as ice, white as snow.

The grains of seed, I let them go.

The bird, it chirps. It lets me know.

With thanks it takes them. One by one.

Gentle pecks and ruffling of feathers.

The last morsel, the final seed.

The bird, it reaches for it. It’s final deed.

With a wail and scream, my hand bangs down.

My need is met. The bird is dead.

The silly little thing. Tonight, me, it will have fed.

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