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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months ago

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The Dollhouse 6

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as fear, coercion, violence, noncon/dubcon, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Five girls move into a shared residence for the upcoming school year but not all is as it seems.

Characters: Jonathan Pine, Captain Syverson, Steve Abnesti, Lloyd Hansen, and Peter Parker

This fic features five named readers; Ann, Lulu, Polly, Barbie, and Molly. This chapter features Ann and Lulu. Please note that characters may switch but will maintain second-person POV. See this post.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

You yank the man's hair from behind, that rooster cut with the shaved sides. Just as tacky as shoes with no socks. You recognise the designer loafers. It's the pizza guy. Or whoever he is.

He roars as he keeps hold of Polly and throws his elbow back. His arm cracks against your ribs and you gasp but latch on. You reach around and dig your nails into his cheek again. He snarls and lurches back, sending you stumbling into the railing. You bounce off and hit the floor as Polly whimpers.

"God fuck," The man growls. "Stop doing that." He shoves Polly to her stomach and plants his knee on her back, "Hey, fuckheads," he hollers, "a little fucking help."

You push yourself up and launch at the menace. Your eyes have adjusted to the dark and you see his silhouette clearly. As your ready your manicure for another slashing attack, You're hauled back by your waist. A larger man takes you off your feet and you thrash.

"Listen, asshole," you bark. "You better let me the fuck go!" Your reach up and scratch at his thick neck. He hisses and brings his other arm around your neck, squeezing enough for you to rasp.

"Shh," he hushes you. "You do not want to antagonize us any further."

You know his voice. It's that same large man who'd been lurking all day. The one with the square jaw and glasses. Steve, he called himself. You knew there was something going on...

"Fuck off!" You kick your feet in an attempt to crush his. "Fuck off of me!"

"Oh, that pretty mouth certainly is filthy," he growls. "I can't wait to see how dirty it gets."

You sneer and flail around. He walks you to the wall and pins you with his elbow. He unhooks his other arm and grips the nape of your neck. He grabs your wrist and twists it up behind your back. You hiss, pulling even as it hurts, trying to resist his overwhelming strength.

He loops something thick around your wrist and shifts. He lets go of your neck as he brings your other arm up to secure the cuffs around both. You sneer and try to push off the wall.

He tuts, "sweetheart, don't be uncivilized."

He pushes your hands further up and your shoulders strain. You hiss and bit down on another growl. Polly's cries deter you. You look over to her on the floor, face down beneath the shadow straddling her. She's sobbing as he cuffs her too.

"This is sick," you rasp.

"Oh, you don't even know the half of it," Steve jerks you away from the wall. "Though I wonder, would it be worse to make an example of you, or to have you watch your friends?"

"Sicko," you resist as he marches you down the hall.

You hear others. Molly gulping, Ann grunting, the men looming and whispering. You're brought into the only lit room in the house. Ann and Molly are on their knees, similarly bound, and Lulu is on the floor, unconscious. You try to yank away from Steve.

"What happened to her?"

"It wasn't our handiwork," the slithering voice makes you recoil.

Jonathan steps forward, sleeves rolled above his elbows, hair as tidy as ever. Only a slightly reddened splotch on his cheekbones suggests a struggle.

"You--" You bark. "You fucking freak--"

"Ah, such a repugnant mouth. We should clean it out with soap," he snips and points to the floor. Steve forces you down on your knees. "And the other?"

"Hansen--"

"She's here," the man with the mustache and pointed loafers struts in with Polly over his shoulder. He puts her next to Ann, pointedly away from you.

"Right, well, good effort," Jonathan praises. "Minimal obstacles."

"Minimal?" That man they refered to as Hansen touches his cheek, crisscrossed with your claw marks. "I should pry her nails off. The real ones too."

"They are scared," Jonathan intones smoothly. "Let them calm."

"Calm? Fucking calm?" Ann croaks. "Why are you doing this?"

"Ah,ah," Jonathan comes in front of the line of women. Your eyes stray to the other man in the room. That big bearded brute looming in silence, arms crossed over his burly chest. His eyes are set on Lulu. "I do hate to repeat myself but please refrain from such language. It is uncouth."

"Uncouth?" You sneer.

"Yes, darling, unbecoming. Unattractive--"

"Take a look in the mirror," you retort.

He chuckles and the bearded man growls. Hansen snickers too and Steve lets out a sigh. You grit your teeth and shake your head.

"Alright then, we are missing one," Jonathan glances at Steve.

"He's sweeping the house." The other explains.

You furrow your brow. There's one more... you look at the other women then your heart pumps hotly. You look up as you hear steps coming down the staircase. Peter enters with a smile and a bin in his arms.

"All devices collected," her proclaims.

You lunge without thinking. "You asshole!"

Steve catches you as you kick your legs. You snarl and snap, helpless in his thick arms. You don't stop. You can't. Your vision is white hot in rage and shock. You knew that little shit was up to something.

The man has you on your stomach. You lift your head as tears stream down your cheeks. More than the danger, it's the futility that has you crying. You tried. You fought. You did what you could and you still lost. Worse, you let Barbie down.

You see her through the glazed wall of tears, fighting too. Another man. You snivel and flick your lashes. It's that same big blond that greeted you on your arrival. No...

The man tightens the leather cuffs until they bite your wrists. You whine and he chuckles, his hands trailing down your hips, tracing your shape beneath your silk pajamas. You wriggle as you try to shake him off.

"You got style, girlie," he pulls you up to your knees. "But you got a body that could do with something a bit more... slutty."

He hauls you onto his shoulder. Barbie is gone. There's voices from down the hall. He drags a hand up your leg and gropes your ass. You yelp.

He laughs again as he enters the lit front room. "She's here," he declares. He puts you down next to Ann. You look around as your head feels ready to roll off your shoulders. The other girls are there too, Lulu on the floor, eyes closed and body limp. Is she okay?

"Right, well, good effort," The satiny purr draws your attention. Jonathan? "Minimal obstacles."

"Minimal," the man who brought you in mutters. "I should pry her nails off. The real ones too."

Barbie bares her teeth. Jonathan shows his palm, "they are scared. Let them calm."

"Calm? Fucking calm? Why are you doing this?" Ann spits.

"Ah, ah," Jonathan turns to face you all. "I do hate to repeat myself but please refrain from such language. It is uncouth."

Polly shivers as she looks at the man; Jonathan, Steve, the one with the mustache, another with a beard and a buzzed head. Everyone as fearsome as the next.

"Uncouth?" Barbie snarls. She's always been so bold.

"Yes, darling, unbecoming. Unattractive," Jonathan explains.

"Take a look in the mirror," she snaps.

Jonathan laughs and the bearded man lets out a rumble. The one with the mustache chortles and Steve sighs as he watches you. You gulp and look away.

"Alright, then, we are missing one," Jonathan declares.

"He's sweeping the house," Steve responds.

You squint and look at Ann. She seems just as confused as her forehead lines. Barbie scowls and footfalls sound from just outside the room. Peter appears with a bin and grins.

"All devices collected," he announces proudly.

Barbie launches to her feet, "you asshole!" Her anger reflects the fire burning in your stomach. You didn't trust him but you never could have expected this. This is deranged.

Steve catches Barbie easily. She kicks and wriggles, like a rabid animal, but she is no match to the man who holds her. You sink down in defeat. It's all a trap.

This house is perfect. Too perfect. You should've known. You should've thought about the good price, the men lurking, and the whole strange setup. Yet, who in all their life would do something like this.

"Fucking Christ, get the feral cat outta here," the man with the mustache dodges away from Barbie as her foot nearly hits his crotch.

"Hansen," Jonathan chides, "language."

"Yes, sir, Mr. Hoity Toity," the man returns a sarcastic salute.

"Steve," Jonathan signals. Steve takes Barbies out of the room, all the while she screams, curses, and thrashes.

"You can't--" Ann stands and is shoved back down by the mustached man.

"We are," he taunts and gives her a wink. "So, we drawing straws or do we get our pick. I kinda wanted the mean one."

"Hush," Jonathan bids. The other man bristles.

"Mr. Bossy Pants," Hansen sneers.

"We must be patient. First, they will go to their rooms and when they can behave, they can come out and we might begin," Jonathan explains.

"You're all fucked--" Ann starts to speak.

Jonathan moves so fast, you're stunned. He grabs the front of her tee shirt and forces her to her feet. He snaps his fingers at the man with the beard.

"Captain, bring me the soap." The blond man bids the other.

You look up helplessly as Ann stands on her toes. She leans away from Jonathan but she's just a helpless as the rest of them. Polly wants desperately to stand up and tell him to get off but she's too afraid. She's not strong enough for this.

"You're all fucked!" You snarl.

In an instant, you're wrenched up from your knees. Jonathan twists your tee shirt around his fist and tilts his head. His eyes are piercing even as his face remains stoic.

"Captain, get the soap," he commands. The bearded man leaves the room. The one you heard them call Sy.

You grimace, "I'm not a child," you stand on your toes as he keeps you close.

Molly whimpers and Polly sniffs. You're aware of the others as much as yourself. You're afraid but you've been through too much to just let these men take over.

"Oh, surely not. You're a lady and you should speak as such." He intones.

You squirm and lift your chin defiantly. The other man returns and Jonathan reaches out without looking. A bar of soap is placed in his hand. You can smell the jasmine as he brings it in front of you.

"Do try to take it with some grace," he presses the bar to your mouth.

You flare your nose and bite down. He tisks and bites down. He inhales, "Hansen."

The man with the mustache comes forward and grabs your chin and your nose. He plugs your nostrils and you let your lips part. Jonathan pushes the soap against your teeth.

You resist until your feel the pressure in the roots of your teeth. You open and he rams the bar inside until you gag. He pulls you and turns you to face the others.

He holds his hand across your mouth as you try not to choke. Your saliva foams and cough, biting into the bar unintentionally. He grips the bar and moves it in and out.

"We must clean thoroughly so such nasty words do not stain," he drawls. "Ladies, do pay heed. I would hate to have to teach this lesson a second time."

He rips the soap out of your mouth and pushes you away. You stumble down to your knees, barely keeping from landing on your face. Polly gasps and Molly babbles.

"We're sorry," Molly snivels. "Please, please," she leans forward. "Lulu, wake up. Lu!"

"Right, men, it's late. They require beauty sleep." Jonathan stands before you.

He points from Peter to Molly; he pulls her up and takes her out of the room. He points to Sy then Lulu's limp body. The large man picks her up, cradling her like a kitten. Then the other man, he's directed to take Polly. She leans away but he jerks her up and chuckles.

"Don't try me," he warns. "Your friend did enough."

Jonathan turns back to you as the room clears. He bends to look you in the eye. You want to spit in his face. Your sense restrains you.

"Ann, you are the eldest of the bunch, the most mature," he says, "you need to set a good example for the younger ones so let us not be so undisciplined." His blues eyes linger on you. "I know your mother would be disappointed to see such behav--"

You spit. The soap lathered saliva lands on his cheek. He closes his eyes and stands straight. He wipes his face and sighs.

"Don't talk about my mother," you growl.

He hums, "yes, I understand we all grieve in our own ways. So I will not punish you for that one." He grabs your arm and hauls you up once more. "Perhaps a night's sleep will help you see clearly. I would hate for anything to happen to any of you girls."

His threat is clear even if he's vague. It isn't just about you. If you act out, the others could suffer for it. You have to be practical, but that doesn't mean you need to surrender.

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