by Alta Hensley
Ariana had contemplated refusing the drink again, but as she sat up, the reminder of what had been the result last time had her grabbing the stupid cup and drinking from it.
Nancy had let her bathe herself in the bathroom attached to the bedroom, but she wouldn’t allow Ariana to put on her own clothes. Ariana tried to wrench free of the horrible woman when she yanked the soft yellow dress over her head, but Nancy had pinched her nipple so hard tears sprang to Ariana’s eyes.
“You better eat.” The girl sitting across from her motioned with her spoon to Ariana’s full bowl of oatmeal. “If you don’t, your daddy will punish you,” she said with a frown. “And not in a good way.”
A good way? There was a good way to be punished?
“I’m not really hungry,” Ariana said, picking up the spoon and poking at the mush in her bowl.
“It doesn’t matter. If you don’t eat, you get spanked.” The girl’s pigtails bobbed as she nodded with her statement. “And in a bad way. Not in the way your daddy will when he wants to play big girl games.”
“Big girl games?” Ariana asked, more confused than ever. Wasn’t she already a big girl? And who talks this way? Why was she sounding like a child?
“Girls, finish your breakfast so we can move to the nursery for some games,” Nancy announced from the head of the long table.
A dozen girls sat with Ariana, and all of them shoveled their oats into their mouths. Ponytails and pigtails swayed as they hurried with their meal.
“You have to eat,” the girl urged, taking the last bite of her own breakfast.
Ariana looked down the length of the table and found Nancy glaring at her. She’d been so happy to see Ariana get a spanking the night before, she was probably chomping at the bit to see it again.
“Is there anything in it?” Ariana scooped up a small bite onto her spoon.
“Blueberries and pecans. I don’t like pecans, but Daddy says I have to eat it anyway. Sometimes he tells Nanny Nancy to get me a bowl without them, but that’s usually only after we have a private play date.”
Ariana blinked a few times. The girl looked to be in her twenties, so why the hell was she babbling like a five-year-old? Absolutely nothing about this woman…about anything…made sense. Were they truly in a madhouse?
“No. I mean, like anything else. Like that medicine they made me drink.”
“Oh.” She smiled. “No. That’s only when we wake up and then after dinner. Unless your daddy wants a play date, then you only have to have a little bit of the medicine, that way you can be his big girl for him.”
Ariana’s head swirled. The girl’s answer did nothing but add to the craziness of this entire situation. Sensing Nancy’s glare again, she shoveled the oatmeal into her mouth. A little sweet, but otherwise it tasted untouched of any poisons. The girl to her right was giggling with her neighbor. Ariana tried to listen to their conversation but all she could make out was nonsense about a chalkboard drawing.
“Good morning, girls!” A man dressed more for a corporate board meeting in his fancy black suit than for oatmeal with a bunch of captive girls, walked into the dining room with a fat grin on his face.
“Uncle Frank!” Several of the girls cheered. A few of the girls sank lower in their chairs, their gazes averted to their bowls of oatmeal. It was the fear Ariana noted in their eyes that sent a shiver over her skin.
“Good morning, sir.” Nancy nodded to him as he approached her.
“Nancy. I wish I were here for something a bit more fun,” he said to her, not attempting to keep his voice low in any manner. “But, I’m afraid Sarabelle will need to come with me,” he said, casually running his hand over a girl’s head, brushing her loose curls with his fingers. The girl’s face paled and several tears rolled down her cheeks as he continued to pet her.
“Oh. I’m so sorry to hear that,” Nancy said, but her tone suggested otherwise. “I’ll have her things brought down to your office.”
“There won’t be need for that,” Uncle Frank said and moved his hand to the girl’s shoulder.
“Please, no!” Sarabelle burst out of her chair, facing off with Uncle Frank. Panic blossomed in her eyes as she backed away from him. “Please. I’ll do better. I can pretend better. I promise!” she pleaded with him, while he grimaced.
“It’s not that easy, Sarabelle. You know that. You can’t be adopted if you’re not a little girl. And you’ve made it quite clear you’re not one of my little girls.” He shook his head with no sincerity.
“I’ll try harder.” Fat tears rolled down her cheeks as she pleaded with folded hands.
“It’s too late,” Uncle Frank stated flatly. He’d made his mind up. Ariana sensed the dark wall he represented. He wouldn’t budge. His decision was final, and whatever he was deciding for Sarabelle had her frantically sobbing.
“Please. No.”
Uncle Frank grabbed her arm and led her from the dining room.
“It won’t hurt. I promise,” Uncle Frank vowed as they reached the dining room door. “Be good today, girls.” Uncle Frank looked over his shoulder at the table, his gaze locking momentarily with Ariana’s. Her breath stuck in her throat until he turned away and disappeared out of sight. Sarabelle’s sobs faded away down the hall.
“Well.” Nancy clapped her hands. “Let’s finish up, shall we, girls? Let’s not give Uncle Frank any reason to believe you aren’t his good little girls.” Her gaze landed on Ariana.
Ariana took a big bite of the oatmeal, keeping her attention on her bowl until Nancy moved away from the table.
“What’s going to happen to Sarabelle?” Ariana asked the girl across from her.
“She’s going to go to sleep.”
“Sleep?” A tingle ran down Ariana’s spine. The definitions in this dwelling of insanity weren’t the same as before.
“Sometimes girls don’t work right. And when they can’t be little girls for Uncle Frank, he takes them away and puts them to sleep,” the girl continued and sipped her orange juice.
Don’t work right?
Ariana looked around the table, noticed how every grown woman sitting around her spoke in little girl talk, wore childish dresses and had their hair pulled into ponytails and braids. None of them acted their age, but none of them appeared distressed.
“The medicine we get, it helps us?” Ariana asked softly, remembering what she was told the night before. “And if it doesn’t help…Uncle Frank…” She let the rest of the words die. Her heart hammered in her chest.
Costello had given her the medicine last night, and she’d drank more of it that morning. Why wasn’t she like the other girls? Why didn’t she feel younger, more childlike? Why was her adult brain still working in full capacity?
“Don’t worry. The medicine almost always helps,” the girl said and drank down the rest of her juice. “I’m Shelby.”
Ariana sank lower in her chair. “I’m Ariana,” she said, glancing around the room again. “Shelby, what happens to us? What do the Daddies do with us?”
“They teach us how to be really good girls so we can get adopted. Then we go live with our new daddies forever.”
Ariana’s throat clenched. “Forever?” she whispered.
Shelby nodded. “Yeah. It’s going to be so much fun,” she said, but her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Has any girl ever left here? I mean, has anyone tried?” Ariana asked, keeping her voice low.
Shelby’s eyes went wide with fear. “No. Uncle Frank would take her away right away. No second chances for running away,” she said, obviously quoting something she’d overheard at some point.
“Do you wanna play checkers when we get into the nursery? I can teach you if you don’t know how to play,” Shelby offered.
Ariana fisted her hands in her lap under the table and gritted her teeth. “S-sure,” she said. “That’ll be fun.” She pushed on a smile, trying to mimic the girls around her.
Play the games, smile, and act young. Giggle. She’d need to gig
gle a lot to make them believe her. No more demanding to go home. The Daddies would see through that. They’d know the medicine didn’t work right. They’d tell Uncle Frank, and Uncle Frank would put her to sleep.
Like a damn dog being euthanized.
Until she could figure out something else, a real plan to escape, Ariana would have to go along and play the part.
She was going to have to be Daddy’s good little girl.
Costello watched Ariana from the doorway of the nursery. She pushed her checker piece across the board then rested her chin back on her hand while she waited for Shelby to take her turn. Shelby jumped her piece over Ariana’s and squealed with glee. Shelby collected the pieces and stacked them neatly on the side of the board.
“Good move,” Ariana said and stared at the board, but it was clear she wasn’t focusing. Her attention was elsewhere while she absently moved her piece, putting it in direct line for Shelby to jump it in her next move.
“I’m bored with this game. Wanna color?” Shelby asked, pointing to the corner of the room that had been set up as a coloring station.
“Uh…” Ariana sighed. “Sure.”
Costello made his way to Ariana before she unraveled her folded legs to get to her feet.
“Ariana, it’s time for your nap.” Costello offered his hand to her.
She raised her eyes to his, her brow wrinkling.
“Naptime?” Ariana asked, looking at Shelby.
“You have to go with him,” Shelby said in a loud whisper. “It’s okay, we can color later.”
Ariana opened her mouth, looking ready to argue, but quickly snapped her lips together. Putting her hand in his, she pushed herself up from the floor.
“I’m not very tired,” she confessed as Costello led her from the playroom and down the hall.
“That’s okay,” he said with a small smile. “We aren’t going to be sleeping,” he informed her. Her hand stiffened in his, but she didn’t pull away from him.
Obediently, she followed him up the stairs to his living quarters. A bedroom with a small living room and full bath, not exactly a luxurious apartment, but he’d have that one day. Soon as he finished his round here at the House, he’d have enough money to set himself up nice.
“If we aren’t going to be sleeping, then why are we in your bedroom?” she asked, fear weaving in and out of her question.
“Naptime with Daddy is different than a normal naptime, Ariana,” he educated her.
The first naptime was always a bit difficult for the girls to understand. They’d been told they were little girls, and they had to obey their daddies, and now he had to show her how else she was to behave with her daddy.
“Like how?” she asked. Despite her light tone, she took a small step away from him.
“Well. When you take naptime with your daddy, it’s big girl time. Now, your forever daddy may want you to do different things than me, but it’s important that you learn to obey your daddy without fail. Okay?”
He watched her throat working as she swallowed hard, and her bottom lip slipped between her teeth. Her eyes darted to the door.
“Ariana, if you try to run, you won’t like what happens when I catch you,” he warned in a hard tone. If she ran from the room and some of the others caught her, he would have no choice but to punish her severely. And the punishment for running from his room would be too much for a new girl to bear.
“I won’t.” She shook her head but sounded as though she was talking to herself and not to him.
“Okay, good,” he said. “When you take naptimes with me, you have to take off your little girl dress. So, go ahead and get that off.” He waved a hand at the cotton dress she’d been dressed in for the day.
She hesitated a long moment, but then grabbed the hem of the dress and yanked it up over her head. Nancy hadn’t given her any panties to wear, apparently. Ariana stood completely naked beneath the yellow garment.
“Put the dress on the chair, Ariana, and take off your shoes. Then climb onto the bed for me.” He turned his back on her, sheltering her from his cock stiffening against the zipper of his jeans. She wouldn’t understand his reaction, and he didn’t need her frightened the first time she was in his bed. Ariana had drunk the full cup of Lullaby this morning, and she’d been told that she was only a little girl. Everything he was about to do would scare her a little, but he didn’t want a screaming woman on his hands.
Some Daddies in the House liked jumping into the deep end with their little girls on the first time, but Costello wasn’t that crude. Giving her a little taste of what good little girls get in Daddy’s bed would assure her obedience during future training sessions.
Ariana climbed on the bed, the side opposite of where he stood, and plopped down ungracefully onto the mattress, throwing one arm over her eyes and the other tucked at her side. When he looked closer, he noticed her red cheeks and a tear slipping down her temple and into her hairline.
“There’s no reason to be afraid, Ariana. I’m not going to hurt you.” He walked around the bed and sat down beside her. “The exact opposite, really.” He placed his hand on her stomach. Her muscles tightened, but she remained quiet. “Did the other girls tell you anything this morning at breakfast? Did they mention what they do with their daddies?” he asked, trying to keep his tone light.
She sniffled and shook her head rapidly, still not letting him see her face. She shouldn’t be so frightened then.
“Did Nanny Nancy give you your medicine this morning?” he asked. Nancy enjoyed the girls’ discomfort too much at times, and he wouldn’t put it past her to keep Ariana from the blissful ignorance of her status.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Yes, Daddy,” he corrected her while strumming his fingers over her belly down to the smooth area just above her sex. While being prepped when she arrived, she’d been waxed and prepared. Not a single curl of hair lingered.
“Yes…Daddy. Sorry.” She frowned.
“And you drank it all up like a good girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she said urgently, as though the line of questioning heightened her anxiety.
“That’s good. Then all you have to do is relax and let Daddy give you all the kisses you deserve.” He stroked his fingers lower, slipping them through the folds of her sex.
She groaned.
“Your little pussy is wet, Ariana.” He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her sweet juice. “That makes Daddy happy.”
She groaned again.
He tugged her arm away from her face and stared down at her. “I want to see your face. No more covering up. Understood?” he asked firmly. He could see the embarrassment in her eyes but couldn’t figure out if it was because he was touching her or because she enjoyed the touching.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” she whispered and pinched her lips together tightly. “Do…do you have to do this?” she asked, the plea evident in her tear-filled eyes.
“You’re going to have fun. I promise. Now, spread your legs for me, real wide so I can see your wet little pussy. I want to see it all. Show Daddy.” He maneuvered himself between her legs, helping her open wider when she seemed frozen with indecision.
Settling himself between her thighs, he ran his thumbs over her pussy lips before prying them apart, exposing the glistening flesh beneath.
“Such a sweet girl for Daddy.” He looked up the length of her body. Her stomach and chest rose and fell quickly as her breathing picked up speed. Tears ran down her cheeks, and her hands were fisted at her ears.
The Lullaby should be taking down her barriers easier than this. She shouldn’t be wound so tight.
“Ariana, are you sure you drank up all your medicine?” he asked.
She pulled her hands down and nodded. “All of it, Daddy.”
He stared at her.
“I drank all of it, Daddy. I promise,” she said with a small smile playing on her lips.
Trusting her words, though her actions seemed suspicious, Costello continued on. “Da
ddy’s going to give you kisses now. Just relax and feel it, okay?”
She gave a small nod and moved her hands to her sides, flexing them.
He suckled Ariana’s clit into his mouth and ran his tongue over the sensitive little bud. Her breath hitched and her body froze. He grinned and continued to nibble. She wiggled beneath him, but he wouldn’t be deterred.
“Stay still for Daddy. I’m giving you kisses.” He ran his tongue down the length of her pussy, circling it just inside of the entrance.
“Oh, no,” she whispered above him, but he wasn’t done. He leaned up and pressed the tip of his middle finger to the opening of her pussy.
“Shhh, sweet girl, Daddy’s touching you; all you have to do is be a good girl.” He slowly eased his middle finger into her heated channel. Her body clenched around him.
“No…please…” she protested softly.
“Shhh,” he said again, slipping his finger out enough to see the wetness on his skin before gliding it back inside. “Such a pretty pussy. And it’s all mine.” He lowered himself again and flicked his tongue over her clit harder and harder while matching the intensity with the thrusts of his finger.
“Oh…please…oh…” She contradicted her pleas with lifting her hips from the mattress, seeking out his tongue.
He eased a second finger into her, curling them both until she cried out. Perfect. Slowly, he rubbed the inside of her pussy, while he increased the force of his licks against her clit. Her breathing shortened into fevered pants, and her hips bucked beneath him.
His little girl was close.
“That’s it. You’re so close, so close for Daddy. I want you to let it happen, Ariana. Your body is being a good girl for Daddy.”
He stroked her faster and suckled hard on her clit. Her thighs shook, her body coiled tight and with one more stroke, she let loose an ear-piercing scream of pleasure.
“FUUUUCCKK!!!” she yelled and fisted his hair while bucking harder up at him. He slowed his licks and eased his fingers from her passage when she released him, and her head fell back against the pillows.
