Eros
Codes: Mdom/F, f/o, mc, trn, bnd, unusual skin
Bella awoke. It felt like she was lying faceup on some sort of bed. She opened her eyes, and found herself looking up at the face of a man who appeared to be in his mid-thirties, wearing a business suit. "Hello, little Dolly," he said. "My name is Matthew."
Dolly ... was that her name? She remembered it being Bella, but Dolly seemed ... right now.
Matthew grinned down at her. "My name is Matthew," he said. "I'm going to be your new owner from now on." He wrapped his arm around her, lifting her up by her shoulders into a sitting position. Dolly had just enough time to take in the fact that it was an elaborate, Victorian-style bedroom that had probably been expensive ...
... and then she saw the mirror.
She saw Matthew's reflection in the mirror. Snuggled against him was a strange figure of a woman, either covered entirely in blue latex, or that was her skin. She had no hair at all, and her eyes were dark brown. She seemed, to Dolly's surprise, to have no mouth or ears or nose, though otherwise she was anatomicallly correct, with clearly visible nipples and pussy. She was wearing a black corset, apparently made of leather, and black leather boots with what looked like six-inch heels. And she knew that it was herself she was seeing.
"Like it?" whispered Matthew next to her. "If you don't, it's too bad, because that's what you'll look like forever. Oh, I could give you a wig, and I can change it so you have or lack certain features — eyes, ears, nose, mouth, nipples, pussy, anus. You also have three settings on your body itself, so you can either be completely limp and imobile, fully able to move, or half-limp so that you can move, but you'll be almost too weak to do so without help or orders. You're in that last setting now. But everything else is unchangeable. You cannot speak, you cannot remove your clothing any more than I can remove my tongue, and any order that is given to you, you must instantly obey." He grinned. "If you dislike this, and want nothing more than to be back to your old life ... I want you to cum, I want you to feel the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced, and I want you to feel the most intensely sexual pleasure you've ever had. But if you like this, well ... turn and face me and present to me your breasts."
Dolly shuddered a bit, ambivalent for a moment. Then she found herself turning to face him, her latex hands moving up to cup those latex orbs, holding them up as if for his inspection. They seemed larger than she was used to, probably around D-cups. Or perhaps they were precisely D-cups, depending on how she'd been made.
Matthew grinned. "Good girl," he said. "Now ... orgasm like that anyway."
And Dolly came. Her whole body spasmed with pure bliss, which assaulted her whole body completely, as if every single atom in her body were exploding with pure bliss, spinning around, and then crashing back for more. She didn't moan, nor did any juices come out of her pussy, nor did she have any means of expressing it other than by shuddering ...
Then she fell back on the bed, her chest heaving. It wasn't exactly clear why her chest was heaving, since she had neither a nose nor a mouth, but ...
Matthew took out a strange remote control, and flipped a switch on it. Dolly immediately felt her movements cease, her body going completely limp. She couldn't even try to move now. Matthew nodded, as if she'd just left the room, and turned away to move out of her field of vision.
So this was what being a doll was like. Back in her days as Bella, Dolly had fantasized about being a doll, but she'd never realized entirely how completely motionless, how helpless she'd be. She couldn't believe how horny it made her feel, either. She really hoped her owner would play with her soon ...
And then he leaned over her, nude, and spread her legs, then pressed into her pussy and started thrusting without further ado. Dolly was surprised at first, but it made sense. She was just a sex toy, a masturbatory aid; there was no need for foreplay, or getting her in the mood, or even a greeting. It was turning her on so much.
Matthew continued humping her, picking up his pace a bit and grunting as he squeezed her hips. No human girl could possibly tolerate this kind of roughness ... at least, Dolly though so. He was just using her, giving no thought to her own pleasure.
But it was giving her pleasure. It felt so good, just being used like this. In a perverse sort of way, she enjoyed the idea of having no responsibility for anything that happened now, too. He could do literally anything to her. The thought excited her. She wondered whether it was just her, or if it was built into her when she was made into a doll, and if it was the latter, how torturous it was for people who didn't want this.
Finally, Matthew let out a groan, shuddering as he came, filling her pussy with his cum. Dolly felt a rush of pleasure at the same time as she came as well, the pleasure coursing through her body. There was no shuddering, no splash of juices, but it definitely felt good.
He sat there for several moments, breathing heavily, then pulled out. Without a word, he wandered out of her field of view, then returned a moment later, fully clothed, and holding a fat, black dildo. He pressed it into her pussy and murmured, "Don't want that stuff to leak out ..." before lifting her up in his arms.
He carried her over to a free-standing box that looked like the box for a Barbie doll, except scaled up to be human-sized and with a logo saying "DOLLY" across the top. The lower half had a blue color scheme, and the words "Blue Fetish-Dolly" were written across the bottom. Dolly felt ... well, not exactly a shiver, since she was still motionless, but if she wasn't, she would have shivered with excitement.
Matthew opened it up and placed Dolly inside in an upright position, then strapped her into place, closing it up again. He then wandered out of her field of vision. There was a click, and he said, "Marie, would you and Priscilla come up and take my new doll to the storage room, please? Thank you." Then, judging by the sound of a door opening and closing, he left the room.
Several moments later, two young women entered, wearing French maid uniforms made of latex. Chattering aimlessly about everything and nothing, they lifted up Dolly's box and started carrying it away.
"Wow, it's so light!" said one of them.
"Yeah, Priss, it's because it's just a blow-up doll," said the other.
"I know, Marie," said Priss (Priscilla?). "It's just, y'know, it looks kinda like just someone in a latex suit." She peered into the box. "Well ... sort of."
"Dummy, it's just made to look realistic," said Marie. "Though I have heard of some stuff ... You know about how they say that company makes their sex toys and stuff outta real people?"
"Yeah," said Priscilla. "Kinda creepy." She shrugged. "Anyway, I was talking to Dana the other day, and ..."
Dolly felt another one of those not-really-shivers, aroused by the thought that the two girls thought of her as just an object to be ignored unless otherwise directed.
After a moment, they arrived at an elevator, which took them to a basement level. The two maids carried Dolly's box into it — backwards, from her point of view — and then set it down; it sounded like it was against another box. The two turned and wandered away, still chattering aimlessly and indiscriminately, leaving Dolly immobile and helpless in her box.