“Well hello there, little rebels~” Molly smiled eagerly at the two girls cowering in fear of her, despite not being hers. “Do you mind if my little one plays with you?”

“O-of course not, Ma’am…” Zoey nodded her head, clearly not wanting to upset Vivien’s caregiver. Although there weren’t signs of physical abuse on her, she had clearly already been put through a lot.

Zoey was a very pretty woman, seemingly in her mid to late twenties rather than early twenties like either Vivien or her caregiver were. Her hair was dyed bright scarlet red, something which had clearly been the case for quite a while, and not a new development. Her makeup was just as pretty as her hair, something she pulled off with relative ease, seemingly free of blemishes or bruises.

Maisie however, was not spared the pain of having bruises painted onto her face, and these blemishes weren’t painted on with makeup, nor were they the kind that could be concealed behind a fresh coat of paint. She had a pretty bad cut on her bottom lip, a bruise on her neck and chin, what looked like a red sore on her right cheek, and a fairly nasty black eye on the left side of her face.

And those eyes were terrified eyes, darting over her caregiver across the room from her, too nervous to speak. It was obvious that this other woman was the one who inflicted those injuries to her, and she was doing her best to avoid earning more. “Can she join us, Miss Chelsea?”

“Why of course she can, tomboy . Ah don’t mind at all~” Maisie’s caregiver, Chelsea, was a natural redhead, and she had a slight drawl, though Vivien hesitated to assume she was southern. She was a bigger woman, but that was more muscle than anything else. She had just a few freckles on her pale face, but she was leagues and leagues behind Vivien in that department. Her orange hair was cut short, but it was messy. Chelsea was clearly more of a physical woman, and it was clear that she was the one who put those cuts and bruises on Maisie’s face. “Just don’t dump her on me an’ scram, sis. I ain’t here to babysit three kids at once, not tonight.”

“Well I hope you don’t mind if I sit right here, then.” Molly stepped towards her, sitting directly in Chelsea’s lap, almost as a way to taunt her.

“Why, you little-” Chelsea wrinkled her nose, shaking her head and rolling her head at Molly. “How’s shawshanks development coming along?”

“Oh, Vivien doesn’t bite.” Molly snickered, briefly glancing over at her little. “Or else she gets punished~”

Vivien quickly looked away, the poor doll couldn’t help but feel a little bit icky watching the two caregivers together, so she instead went ahead and decided to mingle with the other littles.

“God, I hate that…” It sounded like Maisie was reacting the same way, though she was careful to speak quietly enough that her caregiver couldn’t hear her.

“Shhh. They can still hear you…” Despite this, Zoey was still quite scared that they would be overheard, even if her own caregiver was nowhere to be seen.

Vivi was no less embarrassed about her predicament now than she already was, despite knowing that Zoey and Maisie were in the exact same situation as she was. If anything, just the fact that she was around more people made it even worse for her, especially since she was already so shy.

A wave of shame that washed over her as she gently sat her padded bottom on the playmat next to the other two girls. Sure, all three of them were wearing diapers, but it was still humiliating for her.

What am I supposed to do now? Vivien didn’t even notice how hard she was squeezing her stuffed lamb to her chest in what could only really be self defense, but the other girls did notice.

“Lamb got your tongue?” Maisie somehow managed to be more chipper than either Zoey or Vivien, despite being the one with the face covered in bruises. Guess she just couldn’t help but make that joke.

Vivien consciously clung to the stuffed yellow sheep doll now, intent on keeping it for herself. “I’m just nervous, okay?”

“We’re all nervous.” Zoey frowned, nervously smiling at Vivien, trying to be welcoming. “Nervous might honestly be an understatement, but-”

“But you girls will get used to it, soon enough~” Molly was listening. Molly was always listening. “Now be good and play nice.”

“Didn’t we come out here to look at toys, Miss Molly?” Vivien turned in place to face her, her legs criss crossed in front of her as she held her stuffed sheep to her chest.

“Toys for you to play with, yes.” Molly smiled at her, that wicked look still painted on her face. “Toys are for playing with, sweetheart.”

“I know that, but-”

“What good are a few toys if you aren’t playing with them?” Molly was still sitting in the bigger woman’s lap, but she didn’t seem to mind that at all. “Now go on and play, honey~”

“Can’t I play in my room?”

“There aren’t any toys in your room, sweets.” Molly scoffed at her, beginning to grow impatient. “Now do as I say.”

“Sounds like you’ve been having more trouble than you’ve been letting on, Maggie~” Chelsea snickered at her sister. “You’re sure playing nice cop is working for ya?”

“It’s working just fine, Chelsea.” Molly sighed, shaking her head at the other caregiver. “But thank you for your concern.”

“I’m just sayin, it’s not your style, Molly.” Chelsea turned and grinned at both Vivien and Maisie. “Just look at how well Maisie is doing, all thanks to a few bruises.”

“That’s more than a few bruises, Chel-belle .” Molly winced seeing the sheer amount of bruises on the other girl’s face. “Besides, I would like to keep my doll’s face as pretty as possible~”

“Oh, so she’s yer doll now, huh?” Chelsea couldn’t help but mimic Molly’s evil grin as she heard that. “You’re sure she’s the one playin with toys, sis?”

“I never said I wasn’t~” Molly grinned proudly. “Now be a good little doll, Vivi, and play with the other toys~”

I’m not your toy… Vivien wanted to protest, but she couldn’t. I’m nobody’s toy…

“I know the kind of damage yer capable of Molly.” Chelsea continued. “You ain’t no good cop, sis… you ought to show her what she’s in for.”

Vivi swallowed nervously, unable to pry her eyes away from her caregiver as the two women talked. It shined a new sort of light on Molly, who Vivi knew from the start wasn’t as nice as she made herself seem. Her caregiver was expecting her to play with the other two littles, but right now Maisie and Zoey were surely just watching this scene play out. “Molly?”

“Play with the other dolls, little one.” Molly snapped at her, giving her one final warning. “Unless you really want me to give you a spanking right here in front of the other girls.”

Chelsea’s taunting and antagonizing were getting to Molly, who was inching closer and closer to going ahead and proving her sister right. Molly was no sweetheart, unlike Vivi, she was a bully.

What else could her little one do at this point but be a good doll and play with the other girls?

Vivi was brought out here to find toys to play with, and it was clear that Maisie and Zoey were those said toys that Molly was telling her to play with. Dolls are toys after all, and just like Vivien was to Molly, Maisie and Zoey were Chelsea and Jenna’s dolls respectively. The girls were little more than their caregiver’s toys, and toys were meant to be played with after all.

But even though she still hated Molly, Vivi couldn’t help but feel like Molly deserves more of a break, especially from getting teased for being nice to her. Vivi liked that her caregiver was being relatively nice to her, she definitely preferred good cop to bad cop.

She didn’t want Molly to change tactics, she wanted Molly to be nice to her. But clearly Molly wasn’t going to continue being nice unless it was working. Vivien needed to prove that it was working.

“I’m being insubordinate, aren’t I?” Vivien blushed, so desperate for Molly to continue being nice to her that she would go so far as to humiliate herself in front of the other women, if only to save herself from even worse pain and humiliation down the road. “I’m sorry, Mommy…”

Mommy. She called her Mommy in front of other people. Everyone heard that, and it most certainly caught her attention, her little saving face maneuver was working.

Sure, Vivien wasn’t an incredibly smart girl. She wasn’t a Charlotte, and she most certainly wasn’t a Sophia Cavalier, bless her soul. But she was empathetic, and she knew how to make Molly feel good, at least as far as knowing that stroking her ego was a good way to make her happy.

If stroking her ego was going to get her out of facing Molly’s bad side, then Vivien was willing to stroke Molly’s ego as much as it took. It was working, she could tell how much Molly was appreciating this, and she was willing to go further.

“I didn’t know there were going to be other girls out here… I thought we were going to get some toys and go back to our room alone…” Vivien was really selling the helpless and shy little girl act here, maybe being an arts student wasn’t a total waste. “I’m sorry, Mommy… I just wanted to play with you… alone~”

Flirting? Fuck, Vivien had never flirted before, not with anyone in her life. What was she doing?

It was going to be really hard to convince herself that she didn’t have some silly crush on her caregiver, let alone convince Molly of that, especially after humiliating herself in front of everyone else, just to make her Mommy look better.

Molly was going to have a wonderful time rubbing this in later, hell, she was never going to let this go.

“Go on, baby girl.” Molly smirked, gloating at the sight of the expression on Chelsea’s face. “Show Miss Chelsea how much progress you’ve made~”

I can do that. Vivien smiled at Molly, hugging her stuffed animal as tight as she could, wiggling in place to make herself look cute. “I just thought Molly wanted to play with her dolly…”

Molly’s Dolly~

Now that was a title that was going to stick with her for the rest of her life, whether she wanted it to or not.

“So yer already at the Mommy stage, huh?” Chelsea giggled, not at Molly, but at Vivien. “I’m impressed~”

“I’m sure you are.” Molly grinned proudly. “Want to see something else?”

Chelsea nodded, and as soon as Molly turned to her, she knew exactly what her caregiver was plotting. With one press of a button, Molly very briefly turned her little one’s vibrator back on, causing little Vivi to squeak and whimper with delight as it hummed between her legs for just a few moments before the devil woman turned it back off. It took a whole hell of a lot of a restraint for Vivien not to protest once more once Molly had deactivated it, but she was still trying to make Molly look good after all.

“You’re good, Mollrat. I’ll give you that~” Chelsea’s smile was less one of jealousy, and more one of respect. “You’ll have to teach me to be a good cop someday.”

“I would love to be your bad cop one of these days, Chel.” Molly glanced over at Maisie, watching the little one swallow nervously. “Double date sometime?”

“Deal.”

Wait, that’s not what I wanted… Vivien blushed, looking up in horror as she heard Molly volunteer to be a bad cop, and from the sounds of it, double date sure did make it seem like Vivi was going to be forced to be involved in her caregiver’s exercise in being the bad cop. Oh no…

“But not tonight, I’m afraid.” Molly snickered, and it was at least a relief for her to hear that Molly had no such plans to do so tonight. “My little toy has a point, I do want time alone with my dolly tonight~”

“Fair enough…” Chelsea rolled her eyes, staring down at Vivien and giving her a nod of approval. “Can’t exactly leave Scarlet letter over here alone and unsupervised, can I, Zed?”

“N-no, Miss Chelsea…” Zoey was clearly caught off guard, not expecting to be suddenly pulled into a conversation which didn’t at all concern her. “Of course not…”

Where in the world Chelsea kept coming up with these nicknames was beyond Vivien, but her little one clearly wasn’t having a very fun time. “Can we play now, Ma’am?”

“Go ahead and play with the other dolls, tomboy~” Chelsea growled at her under her breath. “Make a new friend before Molly and her dolly have to leave.”

And with that, the three littles were once again seemingly left to play amongst themselves. But there was literally no recovering from that for Vivi, especially after the pathetic display that she had just decided to put on for her caregiver.

“Wow… Molly’s got you whipped, huh?” Maisie grinned mischievously, clearly quite pained by her bruised face, but trying to make it clear that she was just playfully teasing the other girl, and not actually trying to make fun of her.

“I’m so so sorry, Vivien.” Zoey was nothing but empathetic. “I heard Molly was bad, but I didn’t imagine she was this bad…”

Great, that’s exactly what she needed right now. Pity. Vivien didn’t want pity, she wanted to bury her head in a pillow and scream herself to sleep, but she had to settle for mumbling into the pastel yellow wool of her plush lamb instead.

“I couldn’t remember who got assigned to Molly, but I couldn’t help but feel sorry for you.” Zoey continued. “But it looks like you’re doing… okay? Right?”

Vivien quickly glanced over at Molly, making sure she wasn’t watching her shake her head, and she shook her head, desperately. Fuck no she wasn’t doing okay, Molly was a silver skinned demonette, and it was clear that everyone already knew that.

“Need a hug, hon?” Maisie offered, but Vivi was a little bit too distressed to respond, so she just went ahead and gave her a hug anyways. “It’s gonna be okay…”

“No it’s not.” Thank goodness, a reasonable voice amongst the littles. Zoey wasn’t the type of person to break after just one day, she wasn’t going to bend over and give herself over to her caregiver, even if it looked like she was. Zoey was being behaved on the surface, but like Vivi’s show of self degradation, it was all a front. Zoey was not at all happy about her situation, and unlike Vivi, she was the kind of person who was willing to do something about it.

“There’s not really anything we can do about it, though…” Maisie was living in a world of utter misery, already sick of being held in the cruel grasp of the abusive Chelsea.

“Don’t give up so quickly, Maisie…” Zoey swallowed nervously, trying to comfort the other girl. “It’s… I just… we just need somewhere we can talk alone… where they can’t hear us.”

“Then it’s just too bad that we can hear you from everywhere, my little cherry bomb~” Zoey’s heart dropped as soon as she heard Jenna’s voice, as the other caregiver entered the playroom from somewhere that Vivi couldn’t pinpoint. “You’re not planning on making trouble, are you Zoey?”

“N-no, Ma’am!!” Zoey very desperately pleaded with her caregiver, turning to face her and bowing to show respect to the most senior of all of the panda sisters, Jenna. It occurred to Vivi that Zoey must also have a pretty rough time, Jenna was like Molly in many ways, and it must take a degree of skill to be the de facto leader of all of the caregivers. “P-please, Miss… I’m sorry… c-can we go somewhere together, I can help you finish y-your errands.”

It was quite concerning for the other littles to watch Zoey’s confidence shatter in the face of her caregiver, but it was a relief to know that Zoey’s willpower wasn’t one that could be easily erased.

“Behave, or I’ll finger you til you pass out.” Jenna wasn’t impressed by her doll’s pitiful show of respect.

“Y-you can do that anyways, Ma’am-” Now that, that was more Jenna’s speed, and Zoey could tell that her caregiver appreciated hearing that.

“Right. Then I will.” Jenna smirked, gesturing towards the other two caregivers. “Behave, or I’ll hand you off to Molly.”

“Y-yes, Miss Jenna… I’ll behave…” Not that, that was not something that Zoey was even remotely excited to hear.

“I can make her little butt as red as her hair~” Molly overheard what they were saying, and she was more than happy to oblige. “Chelsea and I were just talking about putting on a little display~”

“Tch.” Jenna shook her head, passing up the offer. “Not unless she’s extra disobedient… which I don’t think she’s going to be, are you?”

Zoey, not wanting to speak out of line, simply shook her head.

“Awe… well, I’m going to need someone to demonstrate on.” Molly grinned, hell bent on making one of the little girl’s lives a living hell tonight. “Who’s it going to be instead?”

Maisie swallowed nervously, trembling as she made eye contact with the daemonette for the first time. “M-Miss Chelsea… please…”

“Ugh… I’m supposed to try good cop, aren’t I?” Chelsea groaned, more than excited to see her own little get beaten and tortured by her sister, but deciding against it, at least for now. “You can sit in my lap… but you’re going to watch.”

Maisie, just like Zoey, only nodded silently, unbelievably relieved that she wasn’t the one who would have to find herself at the end of Molly’s wrath.

But that only leaves…

“Oh, little doll~”

Molly licked her lips, her eyes locked onto her target as she watched her little one quiver in fear of her malicious aura. She was dead set on making somebody miserable tonight, and her own little girl was the only one without someone to protect her… because her protector was the one looking for a victim.

And there was no way in hell that Vivien was getting out of this.

“Come to Mommy.”