Gloria Day: House of dark pleasure

"It'll hurt me to walk, I'm so sore!" Doris mumbled, exaggerating.

He scrambled to his feet. "I-I'll carry you. You're my little doll – I'll carry you through the bush!"

Before she could answer, he stooped, picked her up in his arms as though she was a baby, then started to walk through the bush, carrying her in his arms.

After the first moment of surprise, Doris found it wasn't an unpleasant sensation. "Willis, you'll put me down before we get to the manor."

"Yes, Doris-doll," he answered. "I-Ill do anything you like!"

"Why did you spank me like that?"

"You're my Doris-doll," he mumbled. "I wanted to fuck your cunt!"

"But why?" she persisted.

"Nice tight cunt, sucks my cock!" he answered.

Doris wriggled with impatience. "I don't mean that why do you think you can-can fuck my pussy any time at all!"

"Because you're my doll!" he answered, simply.

"Why d'you keep saying that?"

"Because Mama told me…"

"Told you what?"

"You're my doll – she got you for me to play with!"

Doris gasped. "What do you mean?"

"Mama bought you for me for my birthday." He smiled into her face. "I'm twenty-five years old. Mama always said she'd buy me a doll – a real live doll – for my birthday!"

Doris' face was white with shock. I am a doll! Solely for the purpose of amusing, being fucked by, this half-witted man-boy! It's crazy, crazy, crazy!

He put her on the ground when they were a hundred yards from the manor, and Doris walked the rest of the way in a kind of daze. Willis supported her, tenderly, carefully – just as he was supposed to: she was his own little doll and he had to look after her. He knew. His Mama had told him!

Mildred sat on the edge of her bed and looked at Doris with that cool, self-possessed expression on her face.

"What Willis said is partly true, Doris, but…" she shrugged her shoulders, eloquently, "you've seen enough of Willis to realize that he fantasizes, imagines things, exaggerates…"

"He-he thinks I'm a doll," Doris blurted, "just for him – to do what he wants with – use and abuse…"

Mildred gave her a piercing stare. "No one abuses you!"

"He spanked me," Doris muttered, "… ripped off my panties and spanked me!"

"I saw him carrying you toward the manor," said Mildred carefully, "holding you protectively as though you were something very precious, very important."

"That-that was after," Doris mumbled, her eyes downcast.

Mildred glanced at a pile of bills that lay on her dresser. "I was counting the money," she said, softly. "Mister Macallister gave you eighty dollars too much!" She fixed a penetrating gaze on Doris' face: "Why is that?"

The color flooded Doris' cheeks. "That money's mine," she blurted. "I-I mixed my money with the rent money."

Mildred smiled; a slow, knowing smile. "Barney gave it to you, didn't he, Doris?"

The color drained out of Doris' face. "Well – I…" she stammered.

"You don't have to explain," said Mildred, coolly. "I know all about Barney and the things he likes." She made her voice very soft. "Did you enjoy it? Eighty dollars for doing something you liked is all right!"

Doris didn't answer.

"But you don't have to be so Goddamned smug!" Mildred shot out. "Complaining about poor Willis when you've just been jerking your hot pussy up and down on an old man's cock till he came." Then she added, softly, "For eighty dollars, of course, I'm sure that that made it right!"

Doris jerked to her feet. "Stop it! What makes you think you can talk to me like this?"

Mildred looked surprised.

"You're an employee of Romily Manor, Doris." Her voice was soft. "I can say what I like to you because I'm the mistress of the manor. You work here – and do what you're told!" Her voice rose sharply on the last words.

"I don't have to stay here," Doris snapped. "I can walk right out… I don't have to put up with your half-witted son trying to rape me whenever he feels like it. I don't have to…"

"You don't have to do anything, do you, Doris?" Mildred put in coldly. "You can do whatever you like, can't you? But you liked it well enough when Willis was waiting for you in your bedroom last night – you didn't come crying rape then!"

"You planned it that way," whispered Doris. "You-you got me worked up, watching what you were doing to Mabel and George, then you made me please you, satisfy you – then you left me up in the air – way up high and dry…"

"And dear Willis was waiting for you in your room – with his huge organ all ready, no doubt – he was just what the doctor ordered, wasn't he, Doris?" Mildred spoke quickly.

"You planned it all!"

"But you enjoyed it!" Mildred's voice was sharp.

Doris was silent for a long moment, then: "But, I don't have to put up with being abused all the time. I-I…"

"D'you get paid enough, Doris?" Mildred's voice was sugar-sweet. "Would you like more?"

"It's not the money," Doris muttered.

"Any extras you get – like from Barney, you can keep, of course – that's all yours!"

"Well…"

"You have a choice," snapped Mildred, "staying or leaving; punishment or pleasure?"

Doris jerked her head up. "What d'you mean: punishment or pleasure?"

"I'll show you," said Mildred, giving Doris a Mona Lisa smile then touching the bell-push beside her bed.

Doris stared at the self-possessed woman in mingled confusion and shock; then there was a tap at the door.

"All right, come in," called Mildred.

Mabel and George entered, looking as though they'd been waiting for the summons.

They must have been outside the door all the time, Doris thought with fright. This is all pre-planned! Is everything Mildred does so very well-planned beforehand?

"Fasten her to the punishment stool," said Mildred, casually.

Doris' eyes jerked open wide. The stool!

"No!" she screamed, "I won't do it – no, no, no!"

Mildred lit a cigarette while Mabel dragged the strange stool from its place in the closet.

Doris made a lunge for the door, but George blocked her, regretfully but stolidly. "Relax, Miss Dainton," he murmured.

Miss Dainton! She felt like laughing hysterically.

They stripped off her skirt, removed her shredded panties then tied her face down over the leather-covered stool. With vicious pleasure, Mabel tightened the straps that held her wrists and ankles in place.

"Get me the strap," said Mildred, and Doris' mind careened wildly. It isn't possible! This can't be happening to me! I've seen this happen to Mabel… but me, Doris, it isn't real!

"No, no, no!" she screamed. "Stop it – I want to go – I'm not staying here – yiiiiiiih!" The high sound of fear spiraled from her lips.

"Please, Doris," said Mildred, patiently, "if you persist in screaming I'll have to gag your mouth – the sound is hurting my ears!"

"Relax, Miss Dainton," said George in his level voice.

She screamed again, and the sound seemed to excite Mildred. "See how her bottom squirms each time she screams," she hissed.

"Is this the right strap, Ma'am?" George asked.

"Yesss," Mildred hissed. "I don't want to break the skin – this two-inch thickness is perfect."

Petrified with fear, Doris heard the rustle of movement behind her; heard Mabel draw in her breath with an excited sound of anticipation… then the strap whistled through the air. The sharp pain cut through her buttocks, piercing from one sensitive cheek to the other then throbbing all over her bottom.

She screamed again – with rage as well as pain. That they should do this to me!

The strap slashed down again, and she screamed again.

Again, the slap of the leather then the shrill sound from her lips. Hazily, she remembered how Mabel had urinated when Mildred had punished her and as the thought ran through her mind, she felt wetness between her thighs and knew that her bladder had reacted under the stress and pain.