Dolly had never really liked her name. It was a little old-fashioned and a little patronising – but her conservative parents seemed really invested in it, and during the years she spent growing up they would punish her severely for using any nicknames or alternatives.
As she approached her 18th birthday, though, her parents told her they had a wonderful surprise for her. They were buying her a surprise vacation for her birthday, and throwing her a big party when she got home.
It was to be a “surprise” in the sense that she would go to sleep on the night before her birthday, and wake up at her destination, transported as she dreamed. Dolly eagerly went to bed on her last night as a 17-year-old, excited to see where she was going.
Where she was going was a private clinic, for plastic surgery. When she woke up, she was 18 – and she had new fake, plastic, bimbo tits.
She was aghast – and even more horrified when her parents checked her out of the clinic and took her to their car completely nude. She was mortified, desperately trying to cover her pussy and her new enlarged fuckbags with her hands – but, full of confusion and shame, she was unable to muster a coherent resistance, and before she knew it her naked body was being transported home for her party.
Nor was she given any clothes before the party. At home, she discovered all her old clothes had been either thrown out or hidden.
“You’ll get new clothes, honey,” said her mother. “Ones that are more appropriate, now that you’re of legal age.”
As the party neared, they pulled her out of her bedroom – and eventually had to cuff her hands behind her back, and then leash her to the kitchen bench, to stop her trying to hide herself. Slowly, her friends and extended family arrived at the house, and stared in amazement at Dolly’s transformation into a naked, leashed bimbo, as she blushed red with mortification and tried to pretend it wasn’t happening.
“Don’t worry,” said her father. “She likes the attention. Look at her cunt.”
And of course, they all *could* look at her cunt, as Dolly was unable to conceal it – and they could see that Dolly was humiliatingly, drippingly aroused. She moaned with shame.
“We’ve seeded a thousand small subliminal cues throughout her upbringing to make her get wet from shame,” said her mother. “It’s the latest science, and it’s delightful to see it’s paid off.”
Her father addressed the guests as a whole. “Thank you all for coming to Dolly’s 18th birthday party. As you all know, we have very particular views here about the role of women in society. Back when I first met my wife, we subscribed to the Proper Names For Women mailing list, which creates a database of unique identifiers for females. And so in public you know my wife as Bree, but those of you are close to us will know that that’s short for what she legally changed her name to before marrying me – Breeding Cow 872.”
Dolly’s eyes widened with amazement. That was her mother’s name?
“And it took a bit of blackmail,” her father continued, “but we got Bree’s sister on board too. For her initial unwillingness to play along, she was given the designation Rape Challenge 419, or Rae for short. And I have to confirm, she is a challenge to rape – but well worth it. I recommend everyone try.”
Aunt Rae blushed, and avoided the eye contact of the other guests.
“And so today, I’d like to introduce you all to my daughter by her true name – Masturbation Doll 332. I think she’s going to make a wonderful decoration for men to wank to, and a living masturbation aid for them to stick their cocks into.”
There was laughter, and cheers.
Dolly’s mother nudged her. “Say, ‘Hello everyone, I’m a masturbation doll.’”
“No!” protested Dolly. She had never felt so betrayed, humiliated – or aroused.
Her mother frowned, took a small device out of her pocket, and pressed a button on it.
Dolly shrieked. An electric shock had just gone off in both her tits!
“Dolly’s new funbags contain a standard training tool,” said her father. “Now that she’s of legal age, we’re going to start educating her properly in her place in society.”
“Say the words, dear,” said her mother, holding up the device threateningly.
Dolly bit her lip with shame, and looked out at the crowd. “Hello everyone,” she said eventually. “I’m a masturbation doll.”
“Now rub your pussy,” said her mother.
Dolly delayed – she didn’t want to masturbate in public – but her mother promptly shocked her tits, and then shocked them again, and soon Dolly’s hand was obediently parting her pussy lips and beginning to rub her wet, needy cunt while everyone watched.
She remained like that for the rest of the party, masturbating in humiliation as her friends came over and said, “Hi, Masturbation Doll!” A lot of the boys took out their cocks and masturbated at her, ejaculating onto her face and tits, before laughing and walking off.
From time to time Dolly’s mother Bree – or Breeding Cow 872 – would come over and help Dolly clean up, by using her fingers to transfer the cum from Dolly’s tits into her mouth, before licking Dolly’s tits and face clean. Dolly had her first orgasm of the night from the feeling of her mother’s tongue on her nipples.
At the conclusion of the night, Dolly’s father was the first to use her as a human Fleshlight. It took three shocks to her tits before she would open her mouth to accept her own father’s cock, but soon she was sucking on it obediently, and then swallowing her father’s sperm. After that, her parents let her three closest male friends rape her cunt, while forcing her to lick her mother’s pussy to orgasm. Her mother reminded Dolly as she licked that her friends weren’t fucking her, and they certainly weren’t making love to her – they were using her as a masturbation aid. People had sex. Objects, like Dolly, got used.
Tomorrow they would dress her in her new clothes, which would make her look like a ridiculous sex-doll, and take her to get new ID in her legal name. And then they would begin the first round of shock-training to reorient her identity into regarding herself as a sex object…
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On Dolly's 18th birthday she discovers what her name really means.