“Don’t forget to wipe your feet, sweetie,” Ana said in a sing-song voice.

Pouting, Katie nevertheless allowed her subordinate-turned-superior-turned-adopted-parent lead her by the hand through the open doorway, just as she’d led her by the hand through their workplace’s parking lot to her car, and from her car to the door. She hadn’t been able to let go, or to stop Ana from pulling her along in whichever direction she wanted. She hadn’t been able to break free of her grip and make a dash to her own car, which had been sitting unused in her parking space for weeks (possibly months) by now. She couldn’t even drag her feet.

The most she could do was slow her pace a little, so she was always lagging slightly behind - but that didn’t seem to deter Ana. In fact, it only seemed to entertain her cruel captor all the more, making her tease Katie about her ‘slow, tired little legs’.

She helplessly followed her ‘Daddy’ into the house that she was trying her hardest not to think of as her new home (although to all intents and purposes, it was), allowing her to tug her down onto the nearby front step of the staircase. Ana took off her own shoes, slotting them onto the rack next to the stairs, and then knelt down on one knee to remove Katie’s. The demoted office manager glowered at her, but made no move to stop her. She wanted to protest that she was perfectly capable of untying her own shoelaces - but lately, she’d got herself in a tangle whenever she tried, and had to ask Ana for help. So she held her tongue to avoid even more taunting, something that had become a habit in recent months, and sat there in silence, trying not to make eye contact with Ana and to ignore the traitorous tingle between her legs.

“Little muddy out there today,” Ana mused as she eased one shoe after another off her brainwashed daughter’s feet. “All that rain we had last night... These shoes need cleaning. Better add it to your chores for today.”

Katie made a wordless sound of complaint. Ignoring it, Ana stood up and gestured to her. “Up you get, kiddo!” Katie rose to her feet as if pulled up by puppet strings, and Ana handed her her shoes to put away. Once she’d done so, Ana booped her nose, took her hand again, and led her through to the living room.

As they walked, Katie’s head was slightly bowed, her eyes downcast, fixated on her Daddy’s feet marching ahead of her. She rarely lifted her gaze when she was being pulled around like this, consumed by melancholy and mortification. Ever since her former underling had somehow taken control of her mind - her life - there’d rarely been a minute where she hadn’t felt humiliated and hopeless. She couldn’t figure out how to break the hold Ana and her equally wicked wife Madelyn had over her. Much as she hated it, she felt she had no choice but to keep going along with whatever they asked of her, no matter how demeaning. She didn’t know why, but she couldn’t find it in herself to refuse or resist them at all.

At least they hadn’t completely destroyed her career (if only so she could keep sending them her pay). True, she’d been demoted about as far as she could be, while Ana was promoted into her former place - but still made Katie do all her work in addition to her own duties. So that was awful - everything she’d earned over the last three years had been taken away by her tormenter like a confiscated toy. Plus, her workplace attire had grown less professional the further she sank down the ranks, her skirts getting shorter and her crisp white shirts replaced by floaty, floral blouses, as if reflecting her shrinking intellect. She had gone from a smart, sophisticated office manager to an airheaded receptionist, retaining just enough brainpower to be aware of, and deeply depressed by, her own transformation.

But at least she behaved like a person at the office - she could act like an adult (albeit not a particularly bright or competent one), able to function independently (to an extent). For whatever reason, her brain seemed to function mostly as normal during work hours - apart from being unable to refuse Ana, or tell anyone what was going on between them - allowing her to maintain a façade of quasi-normality. But as soon as they left each day, she fell back into this simple, submissive state, powerless to resist the whims of the callous couple that had captured her mind and soul, unable to act or make any decisions without them.

One of the abominable brides was sitting in an armchair reading as the other brought Katie into the lounge. Smiling adoringly at the sight of her wife and her daughter-doll, Madelyn set her tablet aside and sprang to her feet, stepping forwards to embrace Ana. Much as Katie tried to keep her eyes averted, they were drawn as if magnetised to the sight of her ‘parents’ sharing a passionate hello kiss, sending pangs of longing through her. She wanted that - that grown-up love, the kind Mommies and Daddies had. (She hated herself for being unable to articulate her thoughts in a less juvenile way.)

Parting at last, Mommy and Daddy glanced round at her, matching smirks of malice spread across their faces. “There’s my Katie doll,” Madelyn cooed. “Did you have a good day at work, sweetheart?”

Finding she could control her eyes again, Katie stared at her feet and nodded sulkily. She stayed silent, not wanting to give her ‘parents’ any more ammunition to use against her. Then again, these days she stayed silent most of the time, even at work - partly out of her own morbid fear of somehow revealing the extent of her downfall to her coworkers. And partly because Daddy had taught her to speak when she was spoken to, spanking the lesson into her brain during one of their frequent private meetings in Ana’s office.

But mostly because her speech, too, had been contaminated by whatever mental virus the conniving couple had planted in her head. With truly mortifying results.

“She did a very good job today,” Ana purred, finally letting go of the brainwashed doll’s hand only so that she could instead stroke her hair. Despite herself, Katie leaned into the headpats, a lustful tremor rippling through her. “I was so proud. I think she’s earned her allowance this week.”

Even as she continued to softly writhe beneath Ana’s soothing hand, Katie felt a spike of resentment. Allowance. That just meant they’d give her a miserable pittance, scraped out of her own paycheck that they’d appropriated. And even then, she could only spend it on children’s toys, or candy - and only with their permission. It was a total joke.

“I’m gonna go get changed,” Ana added, kissing her wife on the cheek. “You OK to do story time?”

“Always,” Madelyn smirked, as Katie groaned inwardly. Story time. The first part of the afternoon routine her captors had put in place since she’d been forced to move in with them.

Ana started to saunter away, but then paused and gave Katie a questioning glance, one eyebrow raised. “Katie doll? Wasn’t there something you wanted to ask Mommy for?”

Katie shuddered and kept her eyes on the floor, her cheeks burning. She did not want to ask Mommy for anything. Especially not what Daddy had told her to ask for on their way home.

“Oh?” Madelyn chuckled. “Does our little dolly want something?”

The hypnotist reached under Katie’s chin and tickled her neck, forcing her head up with a squeak. The next moment, Ana slid her hand up the back of Katie’s skirt and gave her left butt cheek a squeeze, saying at the same time, “Go on, kiddo. Ask.”

Feeling compelled to do as she was told, powerless to obey her Mommy and Daddy, Katie met Madelyn’s stare with wide eyes and mumbled, “Pweathe, Mommy, can I hab a wowwypop?”

And there it was - the main reason she was so quiet these days. Outside of work, her speech had regressed to this ridiculous, infantile state, robbed of her former elocution. She hated it. She hated the inarticulate rhotic syllables that she couldn’t control. More than anything else, it made her feel like the pathetic, callow child they treated her as.

Their derisive laughter didn’t help matters. “Of course you can, cutie,” Madelyn cackled, taking hold of Katie’s reddened face and giving it a quick, affectionate squeeze. With her other hand, the beguiling blonde fished a lollipop out of her cleavage, where Katie knew she’d been keeping it for this very eventuality. Unwrapping it for Katie, Madelyn took her hand and pressed it into her palm.

Against her own volition, Katie lifted the candy to her lips and slipped it into her mouth. The second she started sucking and licking the hard, sugary, strawberry-flavoured orb, she felt it. The mouth between her legs. The tongue, insistently probing her entrance. The lips, possessively kissing her clit.

A violent shudder went through her. She kept enjoying her treat even as the mysterious, magical mouth kept eating her out, clutching at her clothes, moaning and slobbering whorishly around the candy. She knew she must look and sound utterly depraved, but she couldn’t help it. The sound of her parents laughing at her only spurred her on.

This happened every time she had a wowwypop - a lollipop, she mentally corrected herself, even as her brain fogged over with arousal - and that was exactly why she didn’t want one today. She always got all worked up and horny, embarrassing herself in front of Mommy and Daddy, like a stupid little kid who couldn’t control her urges. She wanted to protest that it wasn’t her fault, to explain about the phantom mouth, but that would require her to stop sucking her wowwypop, and she couldn’t quite manage to do that. Besides, she knew they wouldn’t believe such a ridiculous story, especially coming from her, in her dumb babyish words. So she couldn’t do anything to prove she wasn’t just a wanton slut for a piece of candy.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Ana chortled, quickly groping the flustered Katie’s ass once more before she trotted off upstairs.

Giggling, Madelyn put an arm around her squirming playdoll’s shoulders and led her across the room. “C’mon, kiddo. Story time!”

At the mercy of the mouth on her mound, Katie was even more compliant than usual, letting her Mommy guide her, her step only faltering out of horny spasming and staggering rather than any crumbs of resistance. Sitting back down in her chair, Madelyn pulled Katie down to perch on her lap, and then picked up the tablet again, putting her other arm around the brainwashed woman’s waist.

“I know you’ve been looking forward to hearing your favourite story again, my little dolly,” she teased. Katie tried to make a noise of objection, but instead let out another moan as the disembodied tongue caressed her cunt in sync with her own tongue on the strawberry candy.

“This story is called ‘The Girl Who Never Grew Up’.” Clearing her throat momentarily, Madelyn continued. “Once upon a time, there was a dumb little girl. She was so dumb, she started thinking she was actually a grown-up! She started doing things that grown-ups did, like living on her own, and buying a car, and getting a job. Even though she was really, really stupid, she was good at pretend games - so good, she actually fooled a bunch of grown-ups into thinking she was one of them!”

Katie hadn’t expected to be in any state to listen to the story at that moment, as she writhed and whimpered on Madelyn’s thighs, screwing up the front of her skirt in her grasp, ravenously eating her lollipop as the magical mouth ate her out. But somehow the words reached her, and she found herself paying close attention to the story, as if it actually was her favourite, as if it was all-important, as if she hadn’t heard it a hundred times already.

“Then, somebody new started working at her job. A very smart lady, who soon saw through the little girl’s act. She realised she wasn’t working for a grown-up - just a silly little kid playing dress-up. And she thought to herself, ‘This kid has taken a job that’s meant to be for an adult, and she’s bossing other adults around. That’s unfair! Children do what grown-ups say, not the other way round’.”

That seemed logical enough to Katie, although even in her fervid state it wasn’t lost on her that the same logic had been weaponised by Madelyn and Ana to make her do whatever they told her. But I’m NOT a child, I’m a big girl, she grumbled inwardly, giving her thigh a feeble little thump of frustration even as she continued to squirm with ardour on Madelyn’s lap.

“But the little girl didn’t want to stop her dress-up game, and she was very rude, and disrespectful, and disobedient. So the clever grown-up had to teach her a lesson,” Madelyn chuckled. “She bent the girl over her knee, and spanked some sense into her, until she saw the error of her ways. It was cruel, maybe, but the smart lady knew this was the only way a little dummy like her was going to learn.”

Despite herself, Katie gurgled with pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head slightly as she clutched at herself through her flowery blouse. Although she didn’t like the story anywhere near as much as her adopted parents seemed to think, this part resonated with her. She’d been finding spanking strangely sexy lately. The notion of getting subdued in such a humiliating way, of getting wilfulness and willpower and even thoughts beaten out of her and replaced by new ideas and rules and lessons, madly turned her on for some reason. She could imagine the same thing happening to her, as vividly as if it actually had.

She was fairly sure she hadn’t always had this kink. Probably one of the many ways these two maniacs have messed up my mind, she reflected ruefully. But even so, she couldn’t help how she felt. Hearing Madelyn’s voice, as inescapable, irresistible and incontrovertible as the voice of God, telling that particular passage of the story, pushing the words into her ears and pressing them into her brain, was driving her wild.

Twiddling the lollipop stick between finger and thumb, Katie spun the candy around in her mouth, feeling the phantom tongue swirl around her clit as she did so. Sniggering, Madelyn gave her a squeeze around the waist and continued, “And once the little girl had learned her lesson, the smart lady decided she had better come home with her, and be her new daughter. That way, she could keep on teaching the girl all the things she should know about the world and her place in it, and make sure she didn’t pull any more naughty tricks on people, and only play the games she let her play. She felt she had a responsibility to look after a small, weak, stupid girl who’d gotten herself into so much trouble...”

Katie was still listening to the story without really thinking about it, rapidly rolling her hips along the bare skin of Madelyn’s legs, humping the air as the mouth in her crotch lavished her with the exact same attention she was giving the lollipop. Fuck, she was so close now...

“So she brought the girl home, and became her Daddy, and her wife became her Mommy. And they taught her lots of important lessons, and set a nice firm routine, and gave her toys and games and presents, as well as rules and chores and a sensible bedtime. They even let her keep going to her grown-up job and playing her dress-up game, as long as she was a good girl and did what her Daddy told her. And she was, because now she understood how important it was to be a good girl and obey.”

Madelyn leaned closer to the girl thrashing on her lap, cresting an orgasm, and said in a deep, sultry tone, “And do you know what that little girl’s name was?” With her daughter-doll too close to the edge to respond in anything but whimpers, the mesmerising Mommy soon answered her own question. “It was Katie, of course!”

As if on cue, Katie came as soon as she heard this, a wave of shame crashing down on her and meeting the wave of pleasure surging up and out, the moan that reverberated around the candy in her mouth made of equal parts mortification and satisfaction. She couldn’t believe she’d listened to that story so intently, and yet hadn’t twigged sooner that it was all about her. Particularly since she’d heard it so many times before - and, she now recalled, had the same epiphany each time, only to forget before it was next read to her. It made her feel so fucking stupid. And so fucking horny, for some reason.

Having an orgasm at the moment of the big reveal probably didn’t help. It was as if she was being conditioned to associate arousal with humiliation, inextricably tying them together. Given how much of the time she spent being humiliated, that was a dangerous combination.

It was only now occurring to her how much of the time she also spent horny.

Her arousal was ebbing now though, the ecstatic energy released. She no longer felt the mouth down below. The lollipop having lost its magic and therefore its appeal, she crunched down on it and quickly swallowed the sugary fragments.

Madelyn lifted her to her feet, filling her ears with mocking laughter as she did so. “Aww, what a messy girl! You really like that story, don’t you?”

Her face burning, Katie lowered her head so she didn’t have to see her Mommy’s malicious smirk, only to find her gaze falling on the hypnotist’s sticky thighs instead. Madelyn ran her fingertips along her legs, collecting traces of Katie’s juices, and then lifted her hand to her mouth. “Only fair I get a sweet treat too, isn’t it, Katie doll?”

“Yeth, Mommy,” the brainwashed girl found herself responding, a shudder going through her at the sound of her own lisp. That shudder grew more vehement as she heard footsteps in the near distance. With great apprehension, she slowly looked round to see Ana re-enter the room, now dressed in light grey sweats.

“Perfect timing, love,” Madelyn told her. “We just finished story time.”

“Excellent,” Ana grinned. “I can take her from here then, if you like - help her get changed.” Katie blushed once again as the ‘grown-ups’ talked about her without even acknowledging her, like she really was a small child. As embarrassing as that was, she preferred it to being the focus of their attention.

As if drawn by that very thought, Ana fixed her gaze on Katie, smiling wickedly, and raised her hands, brandishing the items they held. “C’mon then, babydoll. Open wide.”

Trembling, Katie opened her mouth, dropping the lollipop stick into Madelyn’s outstretched palm, and allowed Ana to slot the rubber nipple of her pacifier into place, securely tying the silky blue ribbon around the back of her head. It was tight enough that she wouldn’t be able to spit it out, and as terrible as she was with knots these days, there was no hope of untying it. She was stuck with it until her parents chose to remove it.

Her dread and reluctance overpowered by her defeated pessimism, she turned away from Ana, hiked up her skirt, bent over, and pulled her buttocks apart. The next thing she felt was the sizeable butt plug penetrating her back passage, easing in further and further. With each inch of space it claimed, Katie felt her already fractured mind dissolving into vapour, leaving her head empty and vacant.

The plug wasn’t just filling her asshole - it was filling her soul, forcing out everything else. There was no room inside her for coherent thoughts any more. They’d all been pushed out, replaced only by the orders Mommy and Daddy gave her, and the lessons they’d taught her. All she knew was that she was a good girl for Mommy and Daddy. She obeyed her Mommy and Daddy. Her ass was theirs. They owned her ass. They controlled her hole...

Ana stepped in front of her, smiling wildly as she admired her daughter-doll’s glazed eyes. “That’s a good girl,” she crowed. “Y’know, I think you accept it a little easier every day. You’re getting better and better all the time! We’re gonna have to come up with some more rewards for you soon...”

Katie was too blank to care or respond. She just kept staring into space, instinctively sucking her pacifier.

Ana took hold of her slack hand and began to lead her back across the living room, the brainless doll obeying even more easily than before. “Now, let’s get you changed out of those silly grown-up clothes, and then you can get started on your chores.”

***

Katie wasn’t always plugged while she did her chores. Ana and Madelyn randomly chose when to put it in - to keep her off balance, to add to her all-pervading confusion, to reinforce that her ass was theirs and they could do whatever they liked with it whenever they wanted. Despite this, and although she wouldn’t admit it even to herself, the periods of each day that she spent with her butthole full - and it did happen every day at some point - were becoming her favourite parts. Or at least, the most tolerable.

The whole state of affairs was so much less humiliating when she couldn’t think about it, when the gears of her brain had ground to a halt from the thick rubbery intruder lodged between them. She moved through the house completing her chores automatically, reflexively, like a sleepwalker. It didn’t even feel to her like she was actually doing anything - more like things were happening around her, the world drifting by her in a haze, her body moving outside of her control while she observed passively, sucking on her pacifier as she watched herself scrape the mud off her and Ana’s shoes, and vacuum the hallway, and clean the kitchen counters. It really was like a dream, and not one she had any particular feelings about.

The embarrassment didn’t entirely fade away - it was always there in the background, simmering at a low level. It grew stronger whenever one or both of her ‘parents’ were nearby - when they wandered through from the living room to get themselves another drink, before going back to reading or watching TV or whatever else they were doing to pass the afternoon. They often interrupted her mid-task so they could tweak her nipples through her usual sheer pink négligée, or lift up the back and grope and slap her butt cheeks.

Katie throbbed as her parents played with her like the toy she was, her body burning with lust and shame, both stifled only by her inability to process anything that was happening. She was deeply mortified and dripping wet, and didn’t have a clue what to do about it. All she knew how to do was to just keep doing her chores, mechanically polishing and wiping and vacuuming, ass full, head empty.

By the time Ana actively sought her out, Katie was on her hands and knees cleaning the kitchen floor, wiping up dirt, crumbs, sticky patches of spilt drinks, and droplets of her own arousal (a task she had to repeatedly re-do). She stopped only when told to, rising to her feet at her Daddy’s command and standing with her head bowed, her eyes on the gleaming tiles below, and her hands tangled together before her, fidgeting thoughtlessly.

“Hmm,” Ana murmured as she examined the floor. “Good enough for now. Nice job, sweetie. Keep going like this and you’ll finally be good enough to go for that janitor job - y’know, just to earn a little extra on the side.” Sniggering, she took hold of the brainless doll’s waist and began to slowly turn her round. Katie tottered a little in place as her Daddy faced her in the opposite direction.

“Let’s let you have your brain back, shall we?” Ana ran her fingers up the doll’s crack until she found the little knot, and began to pull. Katie mewled pathetically, her back arching, as the plug came free with a wet pop. Her Daddy put an arm around her front, steadying her as she slumped forwards, breathing heavily around the rubber nipple in her mouth.

“There’s my girl,” Ana cooed condescendingly as she stood Katie up again, turning her back around to face her. Her head still clouded, her brain slow to start up again, the captive doll still managed a mutinous glare, which only made her captor chuckle. “Aww, such a grumpy girl, too!” she giggled, chucking Katie under the chin. “Well, don’t worry, you’re all done with your chores for tonight. Now you just get to have fun until bedtime.” The helpless girl fumed silently, knowing that her tormenter’s idea of ‘fun’ differed strongly from hers.

“I’m gonna take Mommy to bed now,” Ana remarked, which made Katie blink in brief bewilderment. It was still early - why would they be going to bed...? Then her meaning clicked, and she rolled her eyes slightly. These two were so damn horny. They fucked so often, at the most random times. Clearly, being sick, sadistic bitches who ruined people’s lives for their own amusement was a real turn-on.

“But we can’t leave our little girl unsupervised, can we?” Ana held out a hand. “You’d better come too, Katie doll, so we can keep an eye on you.” Katie grumbled under her breath, but as ever, she couldn’t stop herself from accepting the proffered hand and letting her Daddy lead her through their home.

***

Reaching out a scant few inches with her foot, Katie doll gave the wooden barrier a resentful prod. She wanted to push it away more forcefully - she wanted to kick the four walls surrounding her until they broke apart, or to simply step over them and walk away. But she couldn’t do that under her own power any more than she could take out her pacifier, or drive a car, or turn a door handle.

She was trapped. Caged, behind walls no more than a foot high. A prisoner in her playpen, in the corner of her parents’ room.

She was sitting up against one corner of the pen, her legs splayed out around her, staring dolefully at the small array of toys scattered around her, trying her best not to pay any attention to what else was happening in the room - and mostly failing. Even if she managed to resist the magnetic pull on her eyes, she could still hear the lewd noises loud and clear.

It was so humiliating, having to sit and listen to her parents fuck on the bed nearby, Mommy riding Daddy’s eager mouth while returning the favour by licking her belly button, for some reason. Katie wanted to scream at them for the indignity of it all. She shouldn’t have to be here for this! She was a big girl! She should be allowed to go to her own room (ideally in her own house, rather than the glorified cupboard she’d been given here), not be stuck in the corner of her Mommy and Daddy’s room while they had their special grown-up time. It was so unfair!!

Katie jolted at her juvenile internal monologue, pinching her upper arm to try and snap herself out of it. I can’t lose the battle up here, she told herself, clumsily prodding her forehead with her thumb. I can’t forget that I’m a big gi- an adult, a grown woman. I can’t let them reduce me to a child.

She attempted to distract herself by playing with the toys, although she couldn’t get much entertainment value out of them. The plastic phone only made her long for an actual one, so she could call for help - if she were able to figure out how a real phone worked. The jack-in-the-box kept making her jump and squeak with shock, no matter how hard she tried to keep her composure. And she refused to sink so low as to play with the rattle.

The Etch-a-Sketch would’ve proved more diverting if she had the level of motor control she used to. She tried to draw a middle finger she could hold up in Ana and Madelyn’s direction, but her lack of coordination made the drawing too unclear, and after three attempts she gave up and disgustedly set the tablet aside. She used to be a decent artist, she reflected. She used to sketch and doodle as a hobby, just to pass the time. She wasn’t amazing, but she wasn’t terrible, either, and some of her drawings had actually been pretty good. Now she couldn’t even stay within the lines in a colouring book. A jab of despair accompanied that thought, her pacifier stifling a sob in the back of her throat.

Why. Was. This. Happening?!

She was sure she used to have more going for her than this. She was sure she used to have a life, a career, to be proud of. But every day it got harder to remember it - to remember anything before Mommy Madelyn and Daddy Ana brought her home to live with them. She was struggling to picture the smart, successful career woman she once was - it didn’t seem real, compared to the timid, babyish, slightly perverted little loser she had become.

What did they DO to me? she wondered miserably, for the millionth time.

As usual, her slow, stupid brain didn’t offer up an answer. She couldn’t work it out. All she could do was sit, and sulk, and stare into space, trying to look anywhere but the bed.

She couldn’t help sneaking a few glances, though, her attention drawn by the moans Mommy was making and the massive black strap-on Daddy was now thrusting into her. Katie groaned softly as she realised it was making her horny. That was the other thing - she used to have better control over her sex drive. Her Mommy’s words on the subject drifted into her head unbidden. Little girls can’t control themselves. They don’t know what to do with their feelings, their urges. So they have to be kept under control until they learn.

A noisy jostling sound reached her ears from nearby, and she absently noticed that she’d picked up the rattle and begun playing with it, the pellets inside clattering against each other as she teased her wet cunt with the end of the handle. She couldn’t even bring herself to feel shocked at her own actions. At this point, suddenly noticing she was masturbating with a rattle was pretty much par for the course. Besides, maybe it’d make her feel a little better.

She was just so fucking lonely. Lost, and confused, and sad. Trapped under Ana and Madelyn’s control, facing a lifetime of servitude and humiliation at their wicked whims.

She wondered if one day she’d fully forget they weren’t really her parents - that they’d done something to her that she didn’t understand. That they’d stolen her free will, and made her a prisoner inside her own body, her own brain. She was surprised to find she wasn’t actually frightened by that prospect - just dejected, despondent, resigned to her fate. It wasn’t like she could stop it. She didn’t even know what, exactly, they were doing to her. Any time she tried to figure it out, her brain just filled up with thick, dark smog until it was impossible to think clearly any more.

And if she couldn’t think, she couldn’t fight. So she may as well give in and let them do whatever they were going to do with her.

She was almost looking forward to the day that her fading former identity finally gave up the ghost and vanished for good, leaving her completely convinced that she was, and always had been, their dumb, docile daughter. Maybe then she might actually start enjoying it, without the hindrances of self-awareness and shame.

She sighed heavily around her pacifier, setting the rattle aside. It’d failed to satisfy her, only reinforcing her feelings of defeat. Plus, it was never going to measure up to the monster Mommy was getting speared by nearby.

Instead, Katie doll got up onto her knees and gathered up the set of wooden shapes. She studied each of them intently, trying to figure out which would fit into the gap where they were meant to go. It was a puzzle, and one she was determined to solve, if only to prove her intellect hadn’t been completely destroyed.

After contemplating the cylindrical peg and the triangular prism for a while, she settled upon the cube. Reaching back, she shoved it in between her buttocks, pressing it into her hole. The feeling of its sharp edges digging in so deliciously told her that she’d found the correct solution. (It didn’t occur to her at that moment that the other shapes would have worked just as well, whether it was the round peg that fit her so well, or the triangle that combined the best of both the others.)

She sat back down, pushing the shape further into her back passage in the process. Ohhhh, that was so much better. She could feel her brain bursting apart like fireworks, leaving only a warm, pleasurable void behind her eyes. There was nothing to worry about now - not when she had something filling her up, forcing out her troubled thoughts, leaving her sitting and stewing in blank bliss.

Sighing contentedly, she picked up the rattle and continued listlessly diddling herself with it, listening much less reluctantly to Mommy and Daddy doing sex nearby, one foot propped up on the wall of her playpen, ass full, head empty.