Dollhouse

Emma struggled against her restraints for the hundredth time.

"P-Please! Please, Professor, let me..."

A sharp sting on her back made her stop talking.

"Little Princess Doll..." He started, his hand gently caressing her bare ass where he had just slapped her. "How many times do I have to tell you to be quiet?"

"I'm sorry! I..."

Another slap and she bit her lip. His hand resumed his caressing of her stinging skin. He laughed.

"This is looking really painful." He commented, while his both hands massaged her ass. She winced. "How many times have I spanked you tonight? You may speak." He demanded.

"Forty times, Professor." She promptly answered, and let out a gasp when one of his fingers probed her back entrance. She started to struggle against her restraints again, being unable to see him or guess what he was doing.

She felt his hands leave her skin and soon they returned, and his fingers started pouring some oily thing in her hole. She struggled harder when she felt something intruding her there, but it soon stopped.

"This is a small butt plug, Princess. You see, I'm teaching your body to accept it, and soon we'll progress to something bigger. Now, what do you say when you are taught something?"

"T-Thank you for the lesson, Professor." Emma dutifully spoke and heard him laugh.

"You've come a long way, little Princess." He commented, watching her from behind. He had handcuffed her hands to the bedpost, but the handcuffs were extensible and he managed to put her on the edge of the bed, bent over against it so her upper body would be touching the mattres, but the lower half would be dangling in the air, her knees barely touching the ground. The position gave him full access to her behind, while keeping her from seeing him or what he was doing, which compensated for the no-blindfolding rule that the Doll Manager had set for her.

As the Professor Doll, he had the power to chose one of two scripts: Pleased Professor, in which he'd reward his students, or Unpleased, in which he'd punish them and force them into learning what they hadn't before. His first assignment was the Princess Doll, and the mandatory script was Unpleased. He was specifically happy when he opened the Princess Doll's bedroom door and found out that it was Emma, the bratty spoiled rich girl from his Advanced Law class. The girl always looked down on him for being less rich than she was – although he was pretty well in money matters himself.

So when he opened the bedroom door and found her tied to the Waiting Chair – the Chair every doll had to be tied to until their assigned Doll arrived – he smiled so wide his teeth were all shown. Emma had immediately started to struggle against her restraints, but it was useless: the script established that she was the passive doll, meaning she was to be handled however he wanted. In other words, he'd be literally playing with a human doll.

He played.

He had first pulled her to his knees, after unbinding her from the chair, and lifted the skirt of her princess' dress, spanking her until she stopped struggling and started counting the slaps. By the time they were over, he had reached nearly the Thirty she had counted.

Then he tied her to the bed in the position she was currently in. He removed her petticoat, her panties, and lifted her skirt so her ass and lower back would be exposed. That's when she started struggling and begging to be set free.

"Good girl." He complimented her on thanking him. "Now, to the real lesson. I've heard from one of the Maid Dolls that you, miss, have been having an affair with the Prince's bastard brother. Have I not taught you that you are to wait for your Prince, and that he, and only he, can have a taste of you?"

"What the heck is that? I never had any affair with any bastards!" She complained in her Emma-voice, not the subdued Princess tone she was beginning to acquire.

He sighed, but didn't slap her, instead going at the pink metal box that was set next to the bed and looking into it. He pulled a few toys and returned, sitting at the comforter he'd pulled, and carelessly touching her folds. She tried to close her legs together, but he had put ankle bars separating them.

"You're definitely wet, which shows how much of a bad little girl you are. You were being spanked and taught a lesson, and it turned you on. I'm disappointed, Princess. Now, say with me: My cunt is the Prince's only."

"Go to hell." She cursed and he picked up a small vibrator, slowly inserting it inside her. She wiggled but couldn't move away from it.

"Let's try again. Say with me: My cunt is the Prince's only." He demanded, adjusting the vibrator inside of her and picking up a remote.

She remained in silence. He turned it on to max and watched as she struggled harder at her handcuffs and shook her ass as she reacted to the vibrations. Soon, when her bratty side rested, she began to moan and settle down, moving slower to try and touch herself.

He stopped the vibrations and removed the vibe, hearing a faint complaint from her, but he quickly replaced it with a larger one, that reached further inside her.

"You love a cock inside you, don't you, Princess?" He asked. "Even if it's fake." Her moans returned as he started pumping the vibrator in and out of her, while turning it on the max, and he watched as her body tensed, nearing the edge.

He stopped everything, turning off the vibrator and leaving it inside of her. She whined and tried to move against his hand, but he was already out of reach.

"Third chance: Say the words, Princess."

"Please!"

"Say them."

"My cunt is the Prince's only." She said, hiding her face in the mattress, feeling it burn with shame.

"I will not let anyone get a taste of it again." He demanded and she repeated. "Good girl." He said, caressing her ass again and removing the vibrator from her. She heard him unzipping his pants and her insides clenched with expectation. When she felt his length on her back, though, while he removed the plug, she wiggled away from it.

He held her in place.

"I'm not the Prince. The only hole I can take is this one, so be quiet." He ordered, and poured more lube into her entrance before the tip of his member forced it open. She felt a slight amount of pain – but truth be told, she'd done anal before, many times – and screamed as he suddenly dove his entire length in her in a single thrust. Her entire body moved as he mercilessly rode her, thrusting in and out of her faster and deeper every second, and when his hand slipped to her clit and started playing with it, her orgasm began to built up again.

However, she felt him charge his load inside her, reaching his own, before hers, and his hand quickly left her, resting on the sides of the bed instead. He removed himself from her and dressed up before he untied her legs and arms. She stood up, looking expectantly at him, and he gave her a mean smile.

"What? You can't cum for anyone but the Prince, little doll." He informed her and dragged her back to the Waiting Chair, forcing her to sit down so he could tie her to it. He adjusted her panties and petticoat back, and gave her breasts one sharp grasp before pulling away. "The Maid Doll will be here soon to clean the room up and she'll take you to the bathroom. Get some sleep, you're meeting the Prince tonight." He informed her, before leaving the room.

Emma struggled against the chair, but all she could do was wait until the Prince Doll arrived.