Puppet (The Dollhouse Book 2)

by Ryan J. Powell

The blisters surrounding Miss Teacher’s vaginal entrance were beginning to leak fluid, mixing with her internal juices.

When they got home, dad didn’t even let him take a bath because it was too late so Charlie had to sleep with pussy rot on his extremity.

With a grunt and a small push, a tiny sliver of shit revealed itself from the boy's rear end. He crouched further, his little face turning red as he pushed more, sliding the tip of the turd across Miss Teacher’s mouth.

“Every little boy you diddled, I was there standing watch. Every tear that fell, asking you to stop, I was there.”

He inserted the needle into her pisshole and squeezed the end, injecting the entire syringe full of bleach directly inside her.

“Before you go, I just wanted you to know that it doesn’t matter who you are on the outside. A man, a woman, a fucking doll … evil deserves to die regardless.”