Dolly, Chapter 5: A Command Performance

Dolly's new pastime becomes performance art

The light came on the next morning, and Dolly awoke with a yawn. She was on her side, facing away from the wall, one hand was between her thighs, and she could feel her pussy was wet. The porn had continued playing until after she had fallen asleep, and her dreams had been unusual. She had awoken from one. She had been a robot, responding to orders in a mechanical voice and obeying commands. This morphed into her being the girl in one of the videos, sucking cock until it exploded at her.

“I love…Master’s…come”. The thought came unbidden to her mind. That is what she had said in the dream as the cock nearly drowned her.

She spread her legs. After breakfast the day before, she had not bothered to put her panties back on. With the hand already between her thighs she began to stroke herself. She had orgasmed four, maybe five times the day before. She wondered if, while she dreamed, she had cum again. She was sore and moist down there.

She had realized yesterday that there was no hurry, and going slow both prolonged the pleasure and strengthened the climax. She started with her sensitive inner thighs, rolling onto her back to allow her other hand to softly stroke her small breasts. She enjoyed the tingly sensations as her clit and nipples became engorged, stiff.

She was just starting to finger herself when she heard the outer door begin to roll up. She closed her legs and quickly sat up. She no longer felt the need to pull herself into a ball to try and hide her body, but there were limits.

“My body…belongs to…Master”. The thought came unbidden into her head.

Outside the cell door were Master sitting and Natasha kneeling, the same as yesterday except Natasha was facing Master. Unfortunately there was no sign of breakfast. Nor of the maid, for that matter.

“Good morning, Dolly”, her owner greeted her. “There was no need to stop on our account.”

Dolly blushed and tried to deny what she had been doing. “I don’t know what you are talking about!”

The man looked at her sternly. “Dolly, don’t lie to me. The cameras record everything you do. And, besides, there is a monitor out here, so we just saw you playing with yourself.” He stared at her a moment, then spoke again, “Now, admit to me what you were doing, and finish your answer by saying ‘Master’”.

Dolly wanted to continue to deny it, but there was no point. Finally, she softly replied, “I was masturbating, Master.”

He nodded with a slight smile. “Well then, continue.”

Dolly froze. For some reason, doing it while the cameras were there was different than doing it before a live audience.

“Dolly”, the stern voice was back, “when I give you an order, you have two choices. Refuse it, knowing you will be punished. Or obey, and hope to be rewarded for doing well.”

The words, “I must…obey…Master” whispered inside her brain.

Dolly swallowed. Her hand went slowly to her crotch, when her master added, “If it helps, go ahead and keep your eyes closed.”

She did just that. She closed her eyes, pretending she was alone, back in the trailer. He fingers found her button, and she began to stroke it. Her legs parted slowly, revealing her pussy, the labia already swollen and slightly parted, revealing the wetness within. She dipped her finger insider, swirling it around, then used the wetness to lubricate her clit.

She had seen a girl in the nonstop porn show moan when her nipples were pinched, and, trying it, had learned she enjoyed it, too. She began to pinch and twist one nipple while her fingers circled her clit. She let out a soft moan, taking her time, letting the pleasure build.

For a moment, she thought the porn had come back on. She heard the sounds from the day before, of girls sucking cock, the ‘glug-glug’ noise they made when they took it deep. She opened her eyes, thinking to watch the movie as she masturbated.

Her master was standing, staring right at her. His pants were down, and Natasha was on her knees in front of him, her head bobbing back and forth, her platinum pony tail swinging with each motion.

Dolly paused what she was doing for only a moment. She stared back at Master as she resumed playing with herself. As she picked up speed, he took Natasha’s head in his hands and held her, his hips now providing the motion, fucking the Russian’s mouth.

Their eyes locked, Dolly and her master began moving towards orgasm, together yet separately. Dolly’s moans grew louder, and her master began to grunt every now and then as he began to push deeper into Natasha’s mouth. Suddenly, Dolly fell over the cliff, her legs closing and quivering as her fingers pushed to the last knuckle inside her. She gave a soft cry of pleasure, her eyes closing in ecstasy.

When she opened them, Master was still staring at her, his hips still making Natasha choke, gurgling noises the only sound. At the unspoken command in his eyes, she resumed touching herself, her clit and nipples now extremely sensitive. As she approached her second orgasm, Master’s hips stopped.

Natasha was speaking, probably in Russian. The tone of her voice was husky, but there was a pleading note in her words. She was stroking him now, Dolly realized. Master was holding her pony tail in one hand as the Russian girl stroked him to his finish. He said something back to her, sounding like the same language.

And then Dolly watched as his cum arced up ever so briefly above Natasha’s head, to land in her hair and on her face.

The sight pushed Dolly to her second orgasm. Her eyes closed, and she let out a long shrill wail as her pussy clamped down wetly on her fingers. She gasped, unable to breathe through it.

When she opened her eyes, Master was pulling his pants up. Natasha’s head was turned, facing Dolly. She looked somehow even more beautiful wearing her owner’s cum, Dolly thought to herself.

Stepping over to the side of the entryway, Master said, “I think you could use a shower, Dolly my dear. And now so does Natasha.” The door to the cage swung silently open. Natasha rose to her feet, her tongue licking around her lips to taste the jizz that coated her. When she heard that she was to shower with Dolly, a grimace of disdain flickered over her face, but then she reached out a hand for Dolly.

The shower was just ten feet down at the end of the hall, opposite the door that gave entry to the cells. Master said something in Russian, and Natasha gave a short reply. She turned on the water, letting it get warm, then stepped in, gesturing to Dolly to follow.

Natasha first turned her face up, directly into the falling water, letting it rinse the mess from her skin. Then she began to use the water, soap, and her hands to wash Dolly. Dolly tried to reach for the soap and do it herself, but the bigger girl just slapped her hand away and told her to hold still.

Natasha started with Dolly’s face, gently wiping the accumulated sweat and dirt away with her fingers. Soaping her up, she worked her way down, over her neck, to her breasts. Dolly gasped when Natasha’s hands massaged her small breasts, her fingers sliding easily over her nipples. Dolly looked up as Natasha worked her way lower. Master was watching her intently.

She did not protest as Natasha used her fingers to soap her stomach, then her pubic area, as the water rolled down her body, rinsing it away. Natasha did nothing overtly sexual, but it was arousing just the same, and deeply uncomfortable for Dolly.

The process was repeated on her back, ass, and thighs, the warm water and soft fingers setting Dolly’s flesh tingling with pleasure. Dolly had never so much as thought about kissing a girl, yet here she was, being bathed by one, knowing that with a single word her owner could have his other slave do much more than bathe her.

The word never came. Once her body was done, Dolly’s long hair was gently washed as well, this time with shampoo. Dolly had never been to a salon, and her mother had not washed her hair since she was a baby. The sensation was relaxing, and Dolly was grateful the caresses had stopped.

Natasha turned the water off, and took a large, coarse towel that hung from the wall. She dried Dolly’s body, then her own. Their was no hairbrush or comb about, so Dolly would need to use her fingers later to try and brush her hair into some semblance or order.

Not a word had been said during the entire experience. Dolly thanked Natasha, who merely shrugged. Then came a further surprise.

The maid was in Dolly’s cell, a bucket of soapy water and a sponge used to wash down her bed. Master directed Dolly to the next cell down. This one was a few feet wider, and the bed was along one of the short sides. The bed had a thin pad with a built-in pillow, and a sheet to cover up with. Beside the foot of the bed was a stainless steel toilet. Dolly smiled at the surprise.

“Your reward for obedience”, Master said, waving for her to enter her new home.

“Thank you, Master”, she replied, and meant it.”

Master said nothing further, closing the cell door, then the outer door. Dolly was once again alone in a cage.

She noted that this cell had the same bowls for kibble and water, but there was a faucet that could be used to refill the water dish. With no special breakfast today, she got on all fours and ate kibble, washing it down with water.

Her book had been moved into her new cell as well. She lay down and began to read. She jumped slightly when the monitor on the wall came on, and the moaning began.

Today’s selection was lesbian porn. The girls used their tongues, fingers, and a wide variety of toys, to pleasure each other. In some of the scenes, one of the girls was larger than the other, like Natasha was to Dolly. The bigger girl dominated the smaller in those scenes. A few had a man in the scene, but for the most part, it was all girl on girl, occasionally even three girls.

Dolly closed her eyes, listening to the sound as she touched herself. She imagined it was Natasha and her. This time, when she orgasmed, she was quite loud.