Poppy Playtime Puppet Novels & Stories

he asked. “Yes…” I moaned, and he increased the vibration on the toy he was using on me. “Then you better beg me. Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to make you cum. Beg me to make you squirt. Beg me to treat you like my sex toy for the night. I will make you feel better than I have ever made you feel before.” “Please…” I begged. “You’re not loud enough. Beg me again. This time, I want you to cry out my name as you beg me.”

It was a perfect day for baseball. In typical business-geek style, his gaze roved over the fans, looking for those who wore Packard designs. If Chloe had her way, a lot more normal, everyday people would want to wear his line of sportswear. He turned when he heard Chloe talking to a hot dog vendor She twisted to look at Timothy . “You want something?” “Whatever you’re having,” he replied. He dug into his wallet to pay the vendor, but the older man smiled and waved him off.

“Losing your last paycheck on some poker game?” “Please, just give me more time! I’ll pay you back! Every cent!” Carter wailed, tears streaming down his bloodied face. “We gave you time Carter, and you used it all up,” The gun guy chuckled darkly. “You ran out of that when you placed your first bet. Don’t make promises that’ll get your organs sold, Carter,” the guy with the gun taunted, his grin a little too wide. “You like staying alive, don’t you?”

I wanted to do many things, but right now, torturing people wasn't part of it. After I called everyone, I linked my father to reserve Ethan for me. I planned to make him a dummy for Sophia’s training, that is, after I was through with him. We converged in the garden. Since some were not of drinking age, the ladies made mocktails, and we opted to play ball. Not everyone wanted to play. Adrian wanted to hold Harper on the picnic mat, and Jacob wanted to hold Jewelles. It was a young love syndrome. Caspian, Charlotte, Liam, Josephine, Oliver, Elaine, Marvin, Layla, Miles and Sarah were once there.

Like now. Tom’s eyes bulge. He tries to scream but his lips are sealed shut with tape. “Hello Tom,” I smile at him prettily. “Are you ready to be my fun little toy for the day?” I raise my hands and gesture around the room. “There are so many accessories in here for us to play with, but first, I need your consent. I need you to nod for me, Tom. Can you do that?” Tom’s eyes to the size of saucers. He’s holding himself quite still, no doubt dumbfounded by the situation he’s in. I don’t know it pisses me off so much. Before I can stop myself, I slap his cheek. Hard.

He raises an eyebrow at us, challenging. “I could get Poppy if I wanted,” he states. “Get me to do what?” Poppy suddenly steps into the living room wearing sweatpants and a hoodie, her long auburn hair tied into a ponytail, with her glasses on, looking like the cutest thing on the planet. Her infectious energy can be felt as soon as she walks in, looking at us with an amused look on her face.

"Picked up a few things for you. Underwear, basics. Didn't want you running around naked all the time. Looks tacky, you know?" I pulled out a set of plain panties and a bra, holding them up. "Hope they fit. I eyeballed your size earlier." I eased the panties up her legs, humming as the fabric slid into place. Then the bra—snapping it shut with careful hands. When done, I tilted my head, admiring my handiwork. "Not bad. I did good, huh? Let's just hope Aunt Flow isn't planning a visit anytime soon. Pads weren't exactly on my shopping list."

Every night, Alexa and Chris communicated and with the news she was hearing, Alexa realized how close to death she was and it scared her. Clues, Chris had asked for clues that could help them but she didn't know what to tell him...till now. She remembered the day before when Morty was telling her how much he enjoyed playing on the merry go round, or as he called it, the round swing and there's only one playground with that ride in their area, Tim's playground. That night she tried to talk to Chris but she couldn't for some reason. Maybe Josie found out and blocked their communication somehow, but she couldn't get through to him.

I asked feigning ignorance as usual "You think I wouldn't notice those eyes? You think I wouldn't notice those curly toes? You think I wouldn't notice those shiny thighs?" My cheeks turned red with embarrassment and I lowered my head. "What is it you really want? He asked, this time looking really serious. "You". I answered in one simple word. "Listen little girl"....., he was still talking when I cut him short. "Hey easy, do not call me a little girl any more, I'm no longer that little girl you know, I will be twenty-three soon, and anything above twenty ain't little." "I see," he replied and licked his lips again, triggering every living hormone I had in me.

A lie. He sat on the edge of the bed in the perpetual twilight of the safe house, waiting for the final command. The puppet was dressed, the strings were attached. He was just waiting for the show to begin.