Chapter 122 : Interactive doll

he bad men and women handed over the crisp ten and twenty pound notes to  daddy Joe as he blew the smoke from his cigarette over them. Joe was not my real father I knew this much even at the tender age of just six but I had never met my real father so Joe was who I had.

 I played on the floor trying not to watch as the men and some woman gathered onto the sofas and the arm chairs that had been arranged into a large circle, most  the chairs occupants slurped from cans of cheap beer and larger and blew clouds of cigarette smoke over each other including me, making my already asthmatic lungs rattle uncomfortably.

 I had been given lots of new toys the last few days that including the brand new interactive doll that I had longed for out of the toy shop window and was told we were going to have a party for me. I also had on a brand new skimpy looking dress that was black with little glittery bits all over it and I was sitting on the floor  in the middle of the make shift circle of furniture. Daddy Joe had said we were playing a game like the farmers in his den for the party and I was the farmer but as much as I looked I could see no body the same age as me and no one I wanted to play with. I cuddled my new doll to my chest promising her it was OK.

 After the last person came into are living room there was about eight of them all in all, Daddy Joe came and sat with me in the middle of the circle and grabbed me by the top of the shoulders roughly but I smiled any way thinking it was part of the party game maybe it could be fun after all .Maybe he planned to play with me and my new toys.

 “I told you all she was a looker, he slurred sloping some of the bear out of his can and onto my new dress. I tried to brush the droplets off with my finger but it only made it worse. This upset me, I never normally got brand new pretty dresses and I didn’t want this one to me ruined by his beer.

 “I don’t know Joe mate it’s kind of hard to tell with all those clothes on her.”  One of the men who I could see in front of me with a giant bushy beard yelled rising his can of bear into the air. I heard mummers of agreement echo around the circle.

 “How about we show the people your lovely pretty body?” Daddy Joe said to me. I shook my head and gripped my doll closer to my chest suddenly not liking where the game was going but he leant forward and tore the dress off over my head any way then proceeded to pull my underwear off of me so I sat there naked and cold the eyes of the eight strangers looking me over, finding their way ingot my folds and creases, scouring me with their eyes, a thousand hands reaching from them.  

 "She will do whatever you want her to.” Daddy Joe bragged bending his arms over me and slipping his hands inside of my Private area. I squirmed uncomfortable as I felt his fingers creep further inside of me. And dropped my doll onto the floor as the pain hit, Around the room I heard zips undoing and saw the men push their hands into the front of their trousers, some of the women followed by pushing their hands down the front of their trousers or up there tops too.

 “You just have to think of her as your interactive doll.” Daddy Joe groaned. I cried.