The next day was perhaps the most awkward of the entire stay at Daddy's mansion. Everyone was walking on eggshells not to do something that wouldn't be permitted or might upset daddy, and we weren't familiar with his elaborate schedule yet...Oh, but we would learn.
"Lights on, little harlots!", he screamed at us, when he walked into our dungeon bedroom. He looked as if he just woke up himself, his hair was askew, he wasn't wearing makeup, and his voice was raspy and deep, even for him.
He made us sleep all day, with all the curtains in the mansion shut, and would wake us at 6 PM.
"It's time for your first shower", he told us as he unchained us one by one. We all popped up from the bed, chipper, and followed him to the large, lavish bathroom.
"Take your clothes off and step on the scale", he told us, gesturing towards a glass scale by the bathroom door. We each one by one stepped on it and he took note of our weight.
"Pay attention to your weight, it can fluctuate between two pounds, more or less than your current weight and that's it", he told us. Mine was 120 exactly. I'm a small woman, and my weight always stays the same, so I wasn't worried.
After that, we all filed one by one, in and out of the shower as he watched. I now know that he did this, among other things to dehumanize us. So we too believed that we were his property. He didn't just want us to say it with words, but truly feel he owned us. To break us down and fuck with our heads.
We quickly redressed in a clean uniform and applied our makeup and styled our hair as he stood over our shoulder, griping that he didn't have all night the entire time, yet he was the one that said he wouldn't accept us looking anything less than perfect, at all times.
"Mary, cook for me, Dahlia you stay here and bathe me. The rest of you kittens get back to your dungeon", he said, snapping his fingers after everyone was done getting ready, and they all quickly scampered away, except Amber.
She rolled her eyes. "Just write the fucking check to Dahlia already, he has shown favoritism to her since we got her", she mumbled under her breath, then attempted to stomp away, but he caught her by her hair and pulled her back.
"What was that, bitch?!", he screamed then dragged her around by her hair until she repeated it aloud. When she did, he slapped her so hard she tumbled to the floor. "You are eliminated, Amber. Leave my house now", he said. I don't even understand why she was upset, him making me do everything since we got here could mean that he hated me.
I just stood there, staring at him, as if I were in a trance. "Well?!", Daddy screamed, causing me to jump out of my skin. "Run me a fucking bath", he demanded.
I quickly complied, bending down to plug the tub and filled it full of water, then stood and turned to him, backing away some.
He brushed past me and dipped his hand in the water, then turned back around and stormed up to me. He slapped me, making me fumble back some. "You idiot, the water isn't hot enough. Do it again!", he demanded, pulling my arm and throwing me forward, making me fall to the floor.
I groaned and let the water out and refilled it, this time much hotter, where steam was coming out of the tub.
"Much better, good girl", he said from behind me, causing me to light up, although I don't understand why. Why did I care? Was I already letting him get to me?
"Now undress me", Daddy said, softly.
I began ripping off his clothes desperately, I wanted to see him naked so badly, but I even more so wanted him to take me right now.
He smirked down at me. "Eager aren't you, naughty girl?", he said as I took in the sight of his slender, yet muscular and firm nude body and well endowed manhood. His body was littered with scars and cuts in various stages of healing, as well as numerous tattoos. Did he do all of this to himself or were they his villain battle scars? No wonder he could so easily inflict pain upon others.
He allowed me to stare at him for a minute, smirking at me, then he climbed inside the bath. He handed me a wash cloth and soap.
He laid back with his eyes closed as I washed him and I found it to be incredibly awkward and was blushing. I don't think I've ever blushed as much in my life as I have been since I've been here. I decided to strike up a conversation to help with the tension.
"So where are you from?", I asked...No answer.
"...or have you always lived in Gotham?", another question that I asked that went unanswered.
"Okaaay...Well I'm from Virginia. I came to New York a few years ago to basically start a new life. I liked it there and...", I began ranting, but was cut off by him throwing his hand in the air to silence me.
"You must be mistaking me for someone who gives a damn, whore", he spat bitterly.
Ouch...My cheeks heated up again, as I finished bathing him and washed his hair as quickly as possible.
I reached to drain the water and fetched a towel to dry him. After he was dry, he took the towel from me and draped it around his waist. "You are dismissed", he said.
As I quickly rushed to get out of here with him, he called after me.
"Dahlia...Yes, I'm from Gotham, born and raised. I've always felt at home here, it just suits me so well, and I have never desired to be anywhere else...And one day you must tell me the story of why you ran away from Virginia", he said. I smiled slightly and nodded, then turned to head back to the dungeon bedroom.
Awhile later he came in fully dressed and with his makeup impeccable. "You sluts can go eat now, help yourself to whatever is in the kitchen, then get back in here", he said.
When we walked in the kitchen, Anna pulled me aside. "He did a number on you last night, what did he do?", she asked.
"He tied Amber and I up to each other and whipped us", I said.
"Ah, one of those", she responded, then went back to finding something to eat. "Wait, where is Amber?", she asked after a moment.
"She was 'eliminated' today", I air quoted. "She talked shit to 'his highness', so he smacked her around and said she had to leave", I added.
Anna sighed a breath of relief, leaving one to assume she must have thought Joker wasn't going to just let the 'eliminated' parties walk out with a pulse. "Ahh, one down, eleven more to go...No offense", she said, giggling.
"None taken, I was hoping the same thing. Anyone would be lying if they said they didn't want everyone to be eliminated except themselves", I laughed.
I decided to eat a small salad, then head back to the dungeon room. I was the first to finish. As I walked out of the kitchen, I noticed Daddy was watching us in the shadows. Yeah, it was creepy. He watched me as I slipped through the next room and down the hall to our room.
Soon, more and more of the group began piling in, and once we were all here, Daddy came in and shut the door.
"All of you whores get on your knees...something you should be used to", he said. He just loved degrading us...And I was growing to love it more and more.
I fell to my knees as if he were God, in anticipation of what he was going to do or ask of us next.
"Get in a circle around me", he told us, and we quickly did.
Without warning he grabbed Ginger, the red head, by her hair and shoved her face to the floor. "Kiss my feet, bitch", he hissed. She did. He repeated the same to every woman around the circle.
Then he got to me, repeating the cycle of grabbing my hair and shoving my face to the floor as well. "Kiss my feet", he demanded. Oh I will do more than that...I kissed them, then licked across his leather boots, slowly trailing my tongue over each booted foot, tasting the bitterness of the material.
When I lifted my head, he was grinning widely at me. "What a good girl you are, you make your Daddy proud", he said in a deep, aroused voice and winked.
He took my hand and pressed it to his crotch, I could feel how hard he was. He guided my hand to the button and zipper on his pants, and I eagerly undid them and freed his rock hard cock.
It sprung out, hitting my face slightly, making Daddy bite his lip. He roughly pushed my head to his length and I opened my mouth and accepted the offered gift.
He guided my head with his hand and pumped his dick in my mouth a few times, then pulled it out, and shoved it in Anna's face. After he allowed her to suckle him a minute, he moved on to the next girl, continuing the circle until he got back to me.
I wrapped my lips around him again and tasted the flavor of mixed lip gloss and spit.
I gagged as he pushed his length to the back of my throat and thrust into my mouth, roughly. His grunts and groans were making me lust for him, so I brought my hand down and began rubbing my soaked pussy.
I was moaning loudly and on the brink of cumming, when Daddy pulled out of my mouth and reached down and removed my hand from my cunt. He brought my fluid coated fingers up to his mouth and sucked it off of one.
"Taste her", he instructed Anna, pulling her by her hair over to my fingers, and she put them in her mouth and gently sucked off all of my juices.
"Make this horny slut cum", he told her. She didn't object, she just got behind me and pushed me forward gently so that I was on my hands and knees.
The slightest brush of her fingers over my pussy made me shudder, I knew I was so close to cumming.
As I was being pleasured, he made the rest of the girls get back to sucking him off as he watched Anna finger me. When I felt her tongue begin flicking my clit, it pushed me over the edge, sending a wave of pleasure through me and making me moan out loudly.
"Mmmm, did you like that?", Daddy asked me as he pushed some of the women aside and walked up to me. I just nodded, still unable to speak from my orgasm.
He gripped my face tightly and made me look at him. "You answer me when I talk to you", he growled.
"Yes, Daddy, I loved it. But I would much rather it be you", I said, letting the last part slip out by accident. That was supposed to be a private thought.
He smirked at me, but the only response I got was him shoving his dick into my mouth again. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, rubbing in a circular motion as I bobbed my head on the rest. His groans became louder and he gripped my hair.
"Oh, fuck!", he screamed out as he pulled his meaty cock from my mouth and shot his cum on my face. The amount that shot out seemed to be never-ending.
"Lick my cum off of her face", he told Anna, breathlessly.
She giggled and eagerly began licking my face clean.
"Hold the cum in your mouth and kiss Dahlia", he instructed her.
She lapped up the last few drops and wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me close to her.
She shoved her tongue in my mouth full of his gooey seed, and we swapped it back and forth, some of it dripping past our lips down our face.
"Pass the cum to Anna, and lay down, Dahlia", Daddy said, buttoning his pants and gracefully sitting on my bed.
I got up from the floor and laid next to him, then he motioned with his finger for Anna to join us.
He positioned her so that she was hovering over me, her face about a foot away from mine.
"Now slowly spit my cum in Dahlia's mouth", Daddy instructed her, watching closely.
I opened my mouth and accepted his cum as it slowly dripped from her mouth to mine.
"Gargle", he husked to me.
I felt his cum bubble and foam in my mouth as I gargled, then I finally swallowed it.
He kissed me, then lifted himself from my bed and walked over to Anna's. He retrieved her leash and attached it to her collar, then left the dungeon-room with her crawling behind him.
I felt a twinge of jealousy rise in me. "Her? He's probably taking her to fuck her and he knows how bad I want him. I probably want to fuck him more than any of the other whores here and he fucking chooses her?", I thought.
An hour and a half passed before he returned her to the room. A fucking hour and a half. I was seething with anger.
She had a black eye and a few bruises on her body. I noticed she rolled her eyes at me as she passed by my bed. She has an attitude with me?
However, this was a pattern that I soon noticed to be repeated. He would take a girl out for an hour or so and she would come back bitter and angry at one girl in particular or everyone.
It didn't take long for me to figure out he was purposely poisoning us against one another. Making us hate each other was yet another game he played, and he just so happened to play it well.
Three weeks in and only six girls, myself included, haven't been eliminated. He never tells us why a woman was asked to leave, though. I only knew why Amber left because I was there. Yet I always wonder what he asked of them that they turned down the million dollars, when I know these women aren't weak if they made it through the first night.
Maybe it was the beatings finally getting to them, or being pissed on, or serving him nonstop, or maybe perhaps having us all fuck each other. Who knows. But I never complained. In fact each day that went by, I craved him. My body ached for his touch, whether it be him caressing my body or one of his violent beatings. I have discovered a masochistic side of myself that I didn't know existed.
Every night I continued to write in my journal. It was just about the only thing I could do here, we were left in this empty room just alone with our thoughts, the only time he granted us permission to leave this room was to bathe, eat, service him, or for him to have sexual contact with us.
He took our cell phones, he didn't give us a TV, and he created so much animosity between us that no one wanted to talk to each other.
So I wrote compulsively about the events that happened each night, or just the fantasies I have of Daddy.
Strangely, he didn't fuck me for the first few weeks of my stay. But one night I was summoned to his room and my experience surpassed any fantasy my imagination could think of, and introducing me to an even more sexually depraved side of him.
That day he didn't wake everyone with the typical 'lights on' *enter demeaning slur* as usual, he just woke me by caressing my body and placing gentle kisses on me...extremely strange for Daddy's sadistic personality.
When my eyes fluttered open, I took notice that he was already dressed and had an alluring shade of red lipstick swiped over his perfect lips, which did strike me as odd that he actually did something for himself.
I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was 5 PM, an hour early for him to be waking me.
He informed me that I had 20 minutes to be showered and make myself look sexy for him, then find my own way to his room. He told me to bring my leash, but I didn't have to be wearing it...Yet another thing that was odd for him to do, usually he only drags us to his room by our leash with us on all fours, and he certainly doesn't let us roam the house alone.
Before he left the room, he requested that I wear the garter belt and seamed stockings that I wore when I first came here, and to ditch the uniform.
As I quickly got ready for him in the nearly impossible time limit he set, I racked my brain to come up with a reason he was acting this way, but couldn't think of any.
I noticed it had already been 18 minutes and I rushed out of the bathroom and to Daddy's room, with my hair still soaked and sticking to my face.
I went to twist the golden door handle and enter the room, but the door was locked. However, a few seconds later I heard it click and the heavy door swung open, revealing Daddy standing on the other side fully nude.
He reached out and grabbed my arm, pulling me inside, then shut and locked the door. The room was illuminated in candle light, candles of various sizes sat everywhere, on the soft, purple carpeting, on the dresser, on his night stand, and it slightly warmed the typically ice cold room.
His hands immediately began to explore my body and he pulled me in for a kiss. His right hand trailed up my body and tangled in my hair, then he pulled away. "Why the fuck is your hair wet?", he asked.
"Because you gave me 20 minutes to shower, get dressed, apply makeup, and style my hair", I responded, sounding more annoyed than I intended and was fearful for how he would react to such disrespect.
But much to my surprise he just chuckled, "I'm sorry", he said between small giggles. I almost fell over, he apologized? The same man that has beaten me, urinated on my face, and degraded me apologized? He never says sorry for anything.
"I just couldn't wait long to have you up here to myself", he said, leading me to the bed.
He handed me a goblet filled with a green liquid and sat down next to me with his own, quickly guzzling it.
"What is this?", I asked.
"Absinthe...You've never drank it before?", he asked, puzzled.
"No.", I replied, simply, sniffing and investigating the strange drink.
"Ah, well, you'll enjoy it", he said, then drank the rest of his and motioned with his hand encouraging me to drink mine.
The burn was overwhelming, but I did enjoy it.
"So, why all of this?", I asked, motioning around the room with my hand. I didn't want to seem like a bitch, but it was strange, and I wanted to get to the bottom of it.
"You don't like it?", he asked, scraping his nails up and down my thigh, and grinned widely, I could see my wide eyed appearance in the reflection of his silver teeth. He leaned in to begin sucking my neck.
I moaned quietly and closed my eyes, not answering him.
He chuckled against my neck, "I take it that you do...And I just wanted to do something special for my favorite whore", he said gruffly.
He pulled away and looked at my surprised expression.
"Aw, don't act so surprised, every other whore here can see it...You know, I predict you will be the winner, the others are just here for my amusement", Daddy said, smirking, then pulled me in for a passionate kiss.
Well, that's good news. But sort of fucked up...He already determined the winner and is just wasting their time and toying with them. Amber was right...But who knows, maybe this is all a game he's playing with me now.
The kiss he was giving my neck started to become vampiric, he was biting roughly and kept increasing the pressure until I screamed out.
He gripped my throat with his hand tightly as he continued to bite, then pushed me back on the bed.
His hands found their way under my panties and he began teasing my clit, gently brushing his finger over it repeatedly.
"Mmm, you're all soaking wet for me", he said pulling away from my neck and moving so that his face was between my legs. He brushed my black lace thongs to the side and his tongue began to explore my soaked pussy, not missing a spot, then he began flicking his tongue in and out of me quickly.
I moaned out, wrapping my legs around his neck and pushing myself closer to him.
He pushed a finger inside of me, then I tightly gripped his green tresses.
"Uhh, yesss, daddy, put another finger in me", I moaned out.
My eyes rolled back when he complied and added another finger inside of me, and his tongue continued to explore my pussy.
"Fasterrr", I begged, as I freed my breasts from my bra and began rubbing and pinching my nipples.
He pumped his fingers in and out of me at an impossible speed, then trailed his tongue down to my asshole and began probing it.
"Fuck me, daddy!", I called out desperately. "Please, just fuck me, now!", I begged again.
He stopped pleasuring me and snaked up my body. "Oh, I have plans for that", he growled, and pulled a blade off of his nightstand that I didn't notice before.
The rubbed the cold knife down my body, causing me to shiver, then pressed it against my wet panties and smirked at my fearful expression.
The knife was flipped quickly in his hand and he pressed the handle that had a picture of a large, 'joker' grin against my pussy hole through my panties.
He pushed the panties aside and slipped the handle inside of me, causing me to gasp out.
"Dahlia, I want to...be 'forceful' with you when I fuck you", he said. I furrowed my eyebrows trying to fully grasp what he was requesting before he continued.
"And I want this to be real...You can hit me, scratch me, bite me, do as you wish...And I'm going to hurt you...But you would like that, wouldn't you?", he spoke softly, pulling the knife handle from my pussy and lifting it, twirling the blade around my hair and caressing my face with it.
I nodded, swallowing thickly, understanding what he was asking.
"Now, I want you to give head to this knife, cunt", he said harshly as he shoved the blade to my mouth.
I took it in, licking it and bobbing my head on the long piece of metal, mindful of the razor sharp blade so that I didn't cut my mouth.
He jerked the knife away from my mouth, surprisingly my lips only were slightly nicked in the process, then he kissed me roughly, clashing our teeth, the fresh cut stinging when his spit mingled with the blood that oozed.
Without warning he flipped me over so that I was lying on my stomach. He trailed the blade down my back, digging it into my flesh firmly, almost to the point of cutting, until he got to my ass.
He began spanking me with the blade, then in one swift motion he cut my thongs off, then I felt him cut off my bra.
He shoved me to the bed and climbed on top of me, so I assumed he was ready for the role playing now, so I began squirming and playfully attempting to get away.
However, he wasn't being playful, he lifted my hips and shoved himself inside of me, making me really attempt to pull away from the pain, it felt as if he ripped me slightly.
I screamed out in pain, making him moan, he was clearly completely into this. He held the knife to my neck and continued to thrust into me from behind, causing the blade to nick me with every thrust.
I adjusted to the pain after a moment, and began to rock against him and moan.
"Fight back!", he screamed, then flipped me on my back again and began licking at the blood that was dripping from my neck.
So I began to fight back, and began bucking and kicking at him.
He aggressively jerked my legs apart, positioning himself between them, then pinned down my arms.
"I'm going to make you a dirty whore", he growled then thrust into me again.
I continued my fruitless attempts to get away, and bit back moans.
He released one of my hands to retrieve the knife again, and began shallowly cutting me.
I used the opportunity to slap him and raked my nails down his face, leaving behind a trail of blood, but he was still well into his character.
He continued to fuck me into oblivion, clearly getting off from all of this.
I began to cuss and scream obscenities at him, causing him to thrust harder. But, since he was desiring to still be in ultimate control, he covered my mouth, but told me to keep screaming under his hand. My words coming out a muffled cry.
He pounded into me groaning loudly, holding back his orgasm, waiting for me to cum first.
I finally came, breaking character for a moment, and even breaking his rules, moaning out and bucking underneath him, screaming his real name.
I felt him explode inside of me, then he collapsed on top of me, laying his head on my chest.
"Mmmm, fuck", he said, his face pressed to my tits.
He laid that way a minute, then pulled himself off of me, walking to a closet and dressing himself.
"I'm going to wake the whores, I will be back", he told me.
"By the way, you will be staying in the room with me now, and you don't have to wear your uniform anymore, except for the collar, you must still wear that at all times. And you are still expected to obey all the other rules", Daddy told me, then began to walk out the room.
"Wait", I called after him.
He paces back in the room, annoyed.
"I have a journal that I always write in, please bring it to me, Daddy", I asked, sweetly.
He nodded, then left.
After he left, I went around the room blowing out all of the candles, then poured myself another drink.
He was gone for so long, I ended up falling asleep waiting for him to return, and woke up hearing the heavy door slamming shut.
He smirked when he saw me and handed me my journal.
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