Original Slappy Doll Novels & Stories

Rosey snickered. I took out the stuffed animal from the box and looked at it. Jenny, we used to fight over Jenny Sandy, and me. the one time we fought about it until her one eye came out and mom sawed a small button on her other eye then told us that she was now special like the two of us. I never knew what happened to her when I became a slave.

He stroked it fast with one hand while the other kept my head in place. “Open wide. Tongue out.” I obeyed instantly, tongue extended like an obedient little doll. He slapped the wet head against it several times, smearing more precum everywhere. “You’re going to swallow every drop like the greedy slut you are,” he growled. “And then you’re going to thank Daddy for using your messy little throat.” I whimpered in agreement. He pushed back between my lips and thrust with purpose—short, fast strokes aimed straight down my throat. My gagging grew louder and wetter. I was a complete mess: mascara running, face covered in spit, throat visibly bulging.

“You’re so beautiful, Amara. Just for me, I’ll never let you go, and before that, I’ll make sure I destroy everything you have,” Amara thrashed but he just pinned her down and slapped her hard, “You never learn, don’t you?” He seethed unzipping his pants and positioning himself at her entrance. “But I’ll rape you good, on this road so your husband finds you here and divorce you sooner,”

I managed to squeak out of my throat. “Yes, what?” I asked planting a small peck on Sunshine’s bottom lip. God, she tastes divine almost like sweet wine. She was catnip to me, and she didn’t even know it. “Yes, I want your gift” I murmured. I pulled my face away, disappointed I couldn’t have more of her, If I didn’t hold myself together then I would be taking more than a kiss. “What kind of Doll is he?” she asked. I reached over and sat the doll on the Edge of the bed “He is a special toy that I made a very long time ago, I carved him out of a very special magical tree where I’m from and infused him with shadow magic”

They shared savory meals together, they gathered joyous memories and shed tears together. It was a bright Monday morning when Bat Man drew Hillary's attention, "Hey, Dolly come over here," he requested. Dolly was Hillary's original name. His eyes were full of admiration. She strolled fast forward with excitement. He extended his hand and handed her a wooden bracelet saying, "Happy Birthday, Dolly. I'm not rich so I will give you a candid gift for now but it comes deep in my heart. These blew in pairs.. One for you and I'll have the other one", he said while grinning merrily.

People will know that she’s our little slut when they see it marked on her pretty peach. “Yes, actually. I just got it after I played with my Baby Doll last. I saw how much she loved the paddle, I just had to order a special one for her.” I take the wood implement from my friend and hold it up so Aria can see it. Her facial expression tells us all we need to know. “We are definitely using the paddle.” Jory grins.

AUTHOR’S NOTE If you’re here for polite romance, fade-to-black sex, or anything resembling manners… close this book right now and go clutch your pearls somewhere else, sugar tits. You’ve been warned, princess. Chapter – 0001 GRACE I, Grace Monroe Sullivan, head of a charity foundation and daughter of Arthur Sullivan, the very conservative President of the United States, am staring at a cardboard box of blow-up dolls. And no, these are definitely not kids’ toys. I know the box contains blow-up dolls (free condoms and lube, too, apparently) because in bright orange lettering on the side, it announces the contents: LIFELIKE PERSONAL ROMANCE DOLLS! NOW WITH FREE GLOW-IN-THE-DARK-CONDOMS AND LUBR

had arrived and was ready to “give us all some important lessons.” Megan looked at me with horror in her eyes. “Don’t look at me,” I whispered. “I did not plan this part of the party. Granny Apple must have done this on her own.” Soon, we were surrounded by blow-up dolls —did you know they made male blow-up dolls???— cock rings; vibrators; candied underwear; handcuffs; and a variety of other random toys. Synthia treated us to multiple demonstrations, using the dolls and Granny Apple as models where necessary. Granny Apple asked a ton of questions…. as did my mother, who must have been on her fifth cocktail since I arrived.

Nevaeh, now back on her feet, looked at me with an air of meekness and gently spoke, "Mag, please apologize to everyone. Don't make Dad any angrier. Ignoring her, I picked up a nearby wine glass, swirling its contents as I asked, "Dad, I'll ask you one last time. "Are you certain that your biological daughter, the sole heiress of the Saccone family, is Nevaeh and not me?" My persistence drew mocking laughter from the crowd. Right then, Don puffed out his chest and replied firmly, "Of course! How could I possibly mistake my own daughter?" Before his words even finished, I hurled the wine glass straight at his forehead, shattering it against him. I then turned and slapped Nevaeh across the fac

"Our last meeting was so rushed, I didn't prepare a gift. Ask for anything today, and it's yours." Vivian's eyes lit up as she pointed to the ruby ring on my finger. "Perfect. Rosalie, I think that ring would go well with my dress. Since you're being so generous, give it to me." Everyone's eyes focused on my hand. The ring wasn't exceptionally valuable, but it was one-of-a-kind. Three years ago, after fighting his way through a hail of bullets to secure control of the Southmi port, Rocco had sketched the design himself.