The Rabbit Hole Ch. 08

Chapter 8: Cruelty Fetish

Edited by Abby H.

Penny

Dolly grunted as the dildo pounded in and out of her ass. Behind her, Joanna pumped wildly. Penny enjoyed how lewd and loud Joanna could be, and she allowed the bimbo to moan like a whore while Penny watched.

Nadia had revealed that she had always been nervous to do anal, that she had considered it a boundary she could never cross, and Penny helped her cross it. Dolly needed to be fucked in the ass once a day. Penny said it was to help loosen her up, and she enjoyed Nadia's nervousness just before she become Dolly for her daily fucking. She enjoyed even more Dolly's mute acceptance, her placid eagerness to be fucked each day.

It wasn't the fucking that made Penny wet. It was the betrayal. It was seeing a boundary broken. It was seeing how completely she owned and controlled Nadia. It was how easily she could make Nadia's body betray her preferences.

Joanna had suggested a strap-on for Dolly, but of course, Penny refused.

Instead, as Penny touched herself, enjoying Nadia's future shame more than Dolly's current pleasure, she had one thought running over and over in her mind: "There's nothing I can't do." It was her own power that turned her on. At the end of each session with her dolls, nothing turned Penny on more than herself. She was impressed with what she could do, and just when she thought she had found a limit, she pressed through. Human minds, human identity, was putty in her hands.

That was the thought that rang through her head as she orgasmed. It had been years since she'd orgasmed. It had been even longer since she could orgasm without thinking of the institution, the facility, the nurse, the shocks, but now ... now she was free. Her sexuallity was unlocked, and all of it had to do with Nadia. She had never met a woman like this, someone who was so trusting with her whole identity and personality. She put herself in Penny's hands with a degree of intimacy that husband and wife could only dream of. No one would hand over their identity to another to play with, but Nadia did.

Nadia reported that she remembered what Dolly did. She was asleep while Dolly was in control, but they came back as memories in flashes or in dreams. She loved them. To her, they were erotic films she starred in, erotic films she couldn't believe were real. They were too good. That's how she talked about what Penny did to her: too good.

"Stop," commanded Penny. Neither of her dolls had orgasmed, but it didn't matter. They wouldn't cum until she told them to, and at this point, they didn't need stimulation to cum. She could order them to orgasm sixteen times in a row right here, and they would. Humans were so delightfully simple in her hands now.

"Joanna, wake up now," said Penny. She didn't create a new personality for the bimbo, her mind was already fractured enough, but she did tell her will to go to sleep for long periods of time when they played. Honestly, Joanna annoyed her, always giggling and making bad jokes.

"Nadia, come back now." Nadia blinked a few times as the Dolly persona left her. She looked behind her in horror to see Joanna with a dildo still inside her anus. Penny smiled at her shock. It was always a delight to see how enthusiastically Dolly would obey a thing that Nadia found so abhorrent.

"Go clean up," Penny commanded. Immediately, Joanna pulled out of Nadia. The petite red-head arched her back and moaned as the silicon cock slid out of her. Penny bit her bottom lip. She was tempted to touch herself again. Instead, she made a mental note to find new circumstances where Nadia could wake up in the midst of Dolly's debauchery. Mmmm ... Yes. That moment of surprise, betrayal, horror, and arousal was Penny's favorite thing about her new toy for now.

The two girls immediately went into the bathroom and began cleaning up. They got into a spare set of clothes left in there by Harold. In the past few weeks, the three of them had found a pleasant routine. Nadia lived with Joanna. It was easier to have them in one spot, together. Penny arranged for them to live in an apartment a few floors beneath her. She paid for it, as neither of them could ever afford to live in this building.

They almost never stayed the night. Occasionally, Penny would ask Nadia to stay over. They would talk or cuddle, but nothing erotic. Penny found the late nights alone to become increasingly uncomfortable. Her mind would wander to new plans, new ways to use her powers and expand her influence, and she would get little sleep. Nadia helped distract her from scheming, and that helped her sleep.

Penny tried not to think about the times she told Dolly to hold her or the times she made Dolly listen while she tried to explain what happened to her when she was younger, when she was a child. She never got through the whole story and often devolved into sobs. In those times, she needed the blank and unjudging face of Dolly. She didn't think she could stand to have Nadia look at her with compassion and intelligence while she described her past.

The girls came out in their spare clothes: red lace bras and matching panties. When they left in an hour or so, they would only be riding the elevator down a few floors, and it pleased Penny to imagine their embarrassment walking through the hallways like sluts.

"Before you girls go," said Penny as they took their place, on their knees, in front of the bed, "I've been working on a problem. I'd like your help."

"Like what?" asked Joanna.

"Well, in a word: you," said Penny.

Joanna's face turned to shock, then shame. "Me?" she asked. "What did I do?"

"Well, not you so much as your true self, Joe. I've been running through my mind over and over what to do about him. It's hard, you know, finding a suitable punishment for someone so disgusting."

Nadia looked away from Penny. It still aroused her to know what Penny had done to Joe, and she admitted that she could no longer look at Joanna without thinking of Joe trapped in her body. Apparently, just being around Joanna so often had kept Nadia in a persistent state of arousal. That's where she got all her enthusiasm to service Penny.

"I thought you had a plan?" asked Joanna.

"Oh, I did," said Penny. "But that was before I got all these new powers. That was before I brought Nadia into the fold. That changes things. For one, I can do far more than I could before. For another, I can use Nadia to help increase Joe's ultimate destruction."

"How can we help?" asked Joanna.

"Nadia?" asked Penny, ignoring the question.

Nadia looked up and met Penny's eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes," said Nadia, averting Penny's gaze.

"What's on your mind?" asked Penny. "Speak."

Nadia hesitated, bit her lip, then obeyed: "It's always complicated when we bring up Joe. It's hot. I love hearing what you've done to him and want to do to him, but I can't help feel that it's wrong. I mean, Joe is a person at the end of the day. It's got to be wrong to use his identity as a tool of revenge or a way to get off."

Joanna tilted her head, confused. Penny had been lowering her IQ regularly in small doses. Now that Joanna didn't need to spy on Nadia, she really didn't need a mind at all.

"Awww, honey," teased Penny. "You know what he did to you. You know what he's done to other women. It's far worse for them. Do you think they would say we were being too harsh with him?"

"I don't know," admitted Nadia.

"I tell you what," said Penny. "I appreciate your compassion, your gentleness, but I think that's getting in the way." Penny looked at both of her dolls. "I want both of you to become cruel, especially cruel to everyone except me for the next hour."

Nadia and Joanna glanced at each other in panic, but then Penny spoke again.

"Become cruel. You are the cruelest women you could possibly imagine. You are complete bitches, except to me, yourselves, and each other. You delight to hurt people and to make them suffer. The more cruel you are, the more wet you become. Nothing turns you on more than destroying a person. You don't just want to put them in their place. You want to make them as low as possible. That is your fetish and obsession."

The air shook around Penny's words as the power took hold of her dolls. Joanna's expression hardened, and Nadia's gentle look of concern faded.

"Come up with a punishment for Joe. Whoever comes up with the cruelest punishment will earn one wish from me."

Nadia smiled. Joanna mimicked her.

"He could be a stripper," started Joanna.

"For free. He shouldn't get paid for it," added Nadia. They both looked at each other, bit their lips, and nodded.

"Is that all?" said Penny. That was boring. She had made strippers and prostitutes before. That was nothing interesting.

"He should suck cock," said Nadia.

"His body should be free use," added Joanna. The two girls turned to look at each other. Penny slipped from their minds entirely. They were brainstorming, and while they did, they grew closer and closer to a wild lust. Fetishes never stayed still. Left like this, it wouldn't be long until they were sociopaths, finding murder and torture to be the best way to get off.

"He should be unable to cum.," said Nadia.

"Forever."

"He should get hard, but get no pleasure from it."

"All his orgasms should be ruined," said Joanna.

Penny smiled. It was a delight to hear Joanna describing Joe's demise. Penny's new powers helped solidify the separation of personalities. To Joanna, Joe was an entirely different person. What had happened to Joe was identical to what had happened to Joanna, but he was some other person whose fate she was deciding.

Nadia, on the other hand, knew that Joanna was Joe. It must turn the redhead on even more to know she was discussing the demise of her friend and lover. Hating Joe meant hating Joanna. Perhaps Nadia knew that. Perhaps she felt that the best way to add to Joanna's suffering was betrayal. That would be sweet.

Penny got wet just thinking about it.

Penny had never thought about a life with someone else. She always imagined herself alone, unattached, until the end. But Nadia brought out a new idea, a new desire in her. She could make Nadia like her. Nadia could learn about trancing. She could join Penny in finding those that deserved punishment and ruining their lives. It would be nice, to not be so lonely while she did the work.

"He should hate men and women," said Nadia. "He should be asexual."

"But be designed for sex!" added Joanna, clapping. "His whole body should be purposed to sex, but he should feel no pleasure. Just shame."

"He should feel arousal," added Nadia. "Arousal will keep him addicted. In fact, shame should be the only thing that arouses him. If he feels a moment of pride, he should go flaccid."

Joanna clapped. Penny nodded approvingly. Nadia's mind was wonderful, dark and twisted. Penny did what she did out of anger, out of a desire for revenge. Nadia wasn't like that at all. She wasn't angry. She did it because it turned her on. Nadia did this for lust's sake.

"We should find a way to make sure he is dependent on being used," suggested Joanna.

"Debt," said Nadia, quickly. "He should have hundreds and thousands in credit card debt. That way, he can't escape his need for money. He will be eternally dependent and desperate."

Joanna nodded in agreement. "A drug addiction too. Nothing likely to lead to an overdose. Not meth or anything like that."

"Crack?" suggested Nadia.

"I don't know enough about it," said Joanna with a shrug. She was becoming less and less useful as her IQ dropped. Penny needed to dispose of Joe quickly. That was why she had her toys decide his fate. In the next few weeks, she would make it a reality.

"It doesn't matter. We can make him deathly afraid of overdosing. Like, he has nightmares about it. He'll still be addicted, unable to stop, but he won't push himself too far."

"Clever," said Joanna. She slid her hand under Nadia's panties. Penny smirked.

"Then we can ... um ... then we can ..." Nadia lost her train of thought. Penny could see Joanna's hands reaching out for Nadia's pussy, teasing the poor girl while the two of them were driven deeper and deeper into lust at their own cruelty.

"We can make him indebted and addicted," recapped Joanna. "He'll be aroused only by shame, used by both genders. I suppose we can find him a pimp of some sort to help him find work."

"To pay all those bills," said Nadia, breathlessly.

"That's right," added Joanna. "Perhaps some permanent tattoos about public use."

"Cum dumpster," gasped Nadia.

Joanna smiled. "Exactly." She didn't pull her hands out of Nadia's panties. While the two girls touched, Penny found her hands reaching into her own panties. She had cum more in the last month than she had in the past two decades. Watching these two girls fall into her darkness was the most intoxicating thing Penny had been a part of.

"He should ... he should ..." started Nadia, but her eyes rolled back. She arched her back and let her weight fall. Her arms caught her, and she reclined, rigid, while Joanna played with her.

"He could be a public urinal at a local club," said Joanna. "He could serve the patrons however they wanted orally. He should be aware the whole time, he should hate it the whole time, but should do it because he's desperate."

"Uh ...." grunted Nadia, her hips grinding against Joanna's hand.

"And the shame will turn him on, but he'll only get ruined orgasms. It will always be ruined for him. No pleasure, ever again. Just shame. Just work. Just misery."

Nadia gasped and jumped away from Joanna, freeing herself from Joanna's touch. Joanna was more amused than offended, having seemingly brought Nadia to the edge of pleasure.

"Misery?" gasped Nadia. She looked from Joanna to Penny. Both women were touching themselves at the mere thought. It was a good fate, crueler than Penny had ever conceived for someone.

"Mmmm ... yessss," purred Joanna. She reclined and kept serving herself. She removed her panties entirely to better finger herself.

Penny didn't do the same. She was distracted by Nadia. The girl wasn't turned on. She was disturbed.

"Nadia?" asked Penny. The redhead turned to face her. The lust was gone from her eyes. "What's wrong, pet?"

"Nothing," breathed Nadia. "It's just ... it's just ... that's hot. It's fucking hot," she said. Penny smiled. Joanna's purrs becames moans as she got louder.

"But ..." said Nadia and the smile faded from Penny's face. "All that debt? A drug habit? That's ... different."

"It was your idea," said Penny.

"I know. It's hot. But it's wrong."

"So wrong," moaned Joanna.

"That was the goal." Penny leaned forward and ran her free hand over Nadia's cheek. "It's what you want."

"Yes," moaned Nadia.

"It turns you on."

"Yes."

Joanna's body went rigid. She fell to her side, her body quivering while orgasms rolled over her. Penny almost laughed. From her angle, it looked like the ridiculous size of Joanna's tits finally pulled her down.

"But," said Nadia. "Making him addicted to cum or an anal whore, those are like ... fetishes. This is different. It's his life." Her face twisted, flickering from revulsion, confusion, and desire. "He doesn't deserve that."

"You think this is any different?" hissed Penny. Her temper flared. She found Nadia's compassion adorable, admirable even, but only to a point. At some point, Nadia's compassion became weakness. It became an unwillingness to do what is right, what is needed.

"You think this is just a fetish for you?" Penny spread her arms wide. "This is your life, now. You are not just my sex toy; your life and mind are my playgrounds. You live nearby so I can fuck you when I want. You will quit your job when I tell you to. You will do whatever I tell you, think whatever I tell you, like whatever I tell you."

"Yes," whispered Nadia. Her face had gone blank. Her brain was processing, rewriting itself over and over, trying to keep up with each of Nadia's commands. Before a new brain, a new personality, could fully form, Penny erased it and added a new layer. She was empty, and Penny would fill her. She was blank, and Penny would rewrite her.

Nadia's body went limp, her mouth dangling open. She no longer supported herself, and her torso fell to the ground. She lay there flat, drool dribbling down the side of her face, while Penny broke her.

"You think you are safer than Joe?" asked Penny. "You think I can't do the same to you? You think I can't do worse? Do you want to go to work naked? You want to beg your boss to fuck her? You want to discover the joy of crystal meth? You are my plaything. Your existence amuses me, and when it no longer does, your destruction will amuse me."

"Yes," moaned Nadia. A limp hand slid up her thigh as the empty girl began to touch herself.

"Joe deserves it. They all deserve it. I will punish my attackers. Watch me."

Nadia blinked several times. "Your attackers?" she asked from the floor.

Penny vision went white. This bitch. Still, she resisted? Still, she fought off the power of Penny. Penny had gone across the world to crush this woman, to find something greater than her, and still Nadia found ways to break through.

"What is wrong with you?" yelled Penny. "Why won't you stay?"

Joanna, seeing Penny's rage, scrambled away from her to the edge of the room. There, she sat up, her back leaning against the wall, and watched in terror as Penny bore down on Nadia.

Penny balled up a fist and pulled it back but stopped herself. Nadia was helpless, still drooling, still empty. She could resist, but she wasn't entire awake. She wasn't free.

Penny knelt down, hovering over the thin redhead, and whispered, "How do you resist me?" Nadia lay limp and empty. "Answer!" barked Penny.

"I don't know," intoned the husk.

"You must know. Tell me. What is it? What's so special about you?"

"Nothing."

"Why do you think it is? What's your best guess?"

"My medication," said the girl flatly.

"Medication?"

Did that explain it? Was it so simple? Someone else had been in Nadia's mind before Penny. They had done damage, done something. Penny needed to know what medication she was on. What could threaten her power, help someone resist her?

"Yes."

"For what?"

"ADHD. Anxiety. Mood swings. Depression."

"How much?"

"I don't know."

"Wake up. Be old Nadia. Come back. Show me."

*******

Dr. Tuminaro's office was cold, and mostly empty. Penny and Nadia sat alone in the waiting room except for a large hispanic man. The doctor's assistant insisted that he couldn't meet with Nadia, even if it was an emergency, but when Penny mentioned how much money she'd be willing to pay to see the doctor, there was a sudden availability.

Nadia showed Penny her medication. Penny had never heard of the medicine for depression. She thought she knew most of them, at least the popular ones. When they looked it up, they couldn't find anything. That's when Penny knew she needed to speak to Dr. Tuminaro.

At first, Penny thought she would need some complicated plan to get the information from the doctor's patients or employees. Of course, then she realized, that was a waste of time. Penny could ask, and Dr. Tuminaro would tell her everything there was to know.

"Ms. Lane?" asked a voice from behind the desk.

Penny and Nadia stood and were led down a corridor. Penny was asked basic questions about why she was brought in. Penny told the nurse to fill in whatever she wanted and shut up. The nurse obeyed and brought them to a psychiatrist's office with two couches facing each other. There, sitting at his desk in the back of the room, was the doctor.

Dr. Samuel Tuminaro was in his late forties. He had salt and pepper hair and desperately needed to shave. He was in good health, fit, and wore a slim suit that hugged his body. Penny and Nadia stood at the front of his office, watching him, while he scrolled through something on his phone.