Elle's friends try to help figure out what is happening to her but themselves may have fallen into the apps control.
Ella woke up from her sleep violently. It was not a dream or a nightmare that had her sweating. It was something different. Something she didn’t understand. She looked over to the nightstand and saw 4:42 in bright red letters on the clock.
Ella bolted upright in bed, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. Sweat slicked her skin, and between her thighs, her pussy throbbed with leftover heat from the dream that had gripped her so tightly. It was not a dream or a nightmare that had her covered in sweat. It was something different. Something she didn’t understand. She looked over to the nightstand and saw 4:42 in bright red letters on the clock. In the darkest part of the night.
Her long brown hair hung in disarray, tangled and unkempt. The dampness of her pajamas clung to her tall, slender figure, accentuating their disheveled state. As she removed the fabric, revealing her firm, rounded breasts, she focused on reconstructing the fragments of his dream.
She could only remember bits and pieces. Her on a king size bed in a hotel. In it, three massive black men had cornered her in a dimly lit hotel room. The first one, his cock thick and veined like a battering ram, had grabbed her hips and slammed into her from behind, stretching her walls until she screamed. He fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust, while the second man shoved his dick down her throat, making her gag and drool as he face-fucked her relentlessly. The third waited his turn, stroking his enormous shaft, before flipping her onto her back and pounding her pussy raw, their cum flooding her mouth, her cunt, her ass in a brutal gangbang that left her body shaking in the dream's aftermath. Her pussy ached as it was just used by them. Her ass felt stretched and her jaw aching. The thought of this made her hand slide under the band of her bottoms and find her wet hole.
She gasped, her fingers instinctively sliding down to her soaked folds. Her clit was swollen, begging for attention, and she rubbed it in frantic circles, dipping two fingers inside her dripping hole. The orgasm hit her fast and fierce, her juices squirting onto the sheets as she moaned, riding the waves of pleasure that blurred the line between dream and reality. At 29, she thought she'd outgrown these wet dreams, but lately, they came every night, leaving her aching and aroused, her body marked with phantom bruises and a deep, insatiable hunger. THe bliss of her pleasure, in and out of her dream, made her mind drift back to sleep.
Her alarm rang to Old Pine. The soft folk rock song was her perfect wake up to this morning. Her mind raced back to her dream. “Why now,” she said quietly to the world. “Why these wet dreams? I thought I was past this.” She had many back when she was a teenager, but now that she is twenty nine, she has not had one in years. But then so many this month.
Shaking off the haze, Ella dragged herself to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. She moved slowly through her morning routine. Brushing her teeth, washing her face and brushing her hair before she got dressed. Her workout clothes were tight over her toned body. The brown leggings showed off her curves. The breasts tucked in her fuchsia sports bra which was covered by her white shirt cut zip up. She made it out from her bedroom, into the kitchen. She grabbed her morning shake and her bag and headed out the door. The gym was a ten minute walk and the office she worked out was five minutes further away.
The gym was not crowded at this time, which is why she went so early. The real early birds were gone and the stay at home moms were still getting the kids off to school. She dropped her bag off to the locker room and started on the elliptical machine. Her muscles sore from whatever invisible exertions her subconscious put her through. She powered through her workout—squats that made her thighs burn, weights that strained her arms—feeling energized despite the fatigue. Her body felt sore. She was not really sure because yesterday was her day off. She didn’t do anything after work. She powered through the twenty minutes on the machine before heading to the weights. Working on her back and core today. After thirty minutes she moved to the stretching mat before heading to the showers.
The warm, steamy water cascaded over her body, enveloping her in a soothing embrace that began to ease the tension from her long, restless night and the demanding workout she had pushed through earlier. Each droplet seemed to wash away the fatigue, melting away the aches that had settled into her muscles. As she stood there, letting the heat rejuvenate her, she mentally prepared herself for the day ahead, gathering her thoughts and energy for the tasks waiting at the office. With a sense of renewed vigor, she stepped out of the shower, ready to tackle whatever challenges lay ahead.
She slipped into a crisp tan business suit, the pencil skirt hugging her ass, the blouse straining over her full breasts. Her short black heels gave her height to see eye to eye with most of her male colleagues. Although they hurt her feet by the end of the day. Pulling her hair into a ponytail after she applied just a bit of makeup and she was off to work. She walked the few blocks to her office. Taking the elevator to the fourth floor and headed to her desk.
At the office, she breezed through her job. Processing the paperwork that came across her desk. She buried herself in spreadsheets, but her mind wandered to the dream, her panties growing damp as she crossed her legs under the desk. By the time she clocked out, exhaustion weighed on her like lead, yet a secret part of her craved more—more roughness, more filling, more release. She blushed at that. Letting her face drop behind her monitor so none of her coworkers would see. She enjoyed this feeling and secretly wanted more. Her body so tired but in a good way. One that felt like she ran a marathon or a good long fucking.
She stayed late, typing away in the empty office. It was 5:20 and all of her colleagues had left for the day. She has been enjoying spending the extra time to get ready for the next day. The phone buzzed with a notification. A new app had installed itself—something called 'Doll House'—but before she could investigate, darkness swallowed her. She came to on her sofa at 10:42 PM, her clothes disheveled, blouse unbuttoned to expose her bra, skirt hiked up around her waist. Her pussy felt raw, stretched, and between her legs lay her favorite dildo, slick with her cum and what smelled like fresh lube. Had she blacked out and fucked herself senseless? Or... something else? Panic flickered, but so did a twisted thrill. Her clothes clung to her, heavy with sweat. She thought,” did I have some Funtime and passed out from an orgasm. Something didn’t add up. The dreams and now this.” She stumbled to the shower, letting hot water cascade over her body, soaping her tender folds and pinching her nipples until she whimpered. Clean but unsettled, she crawled into bed, hoping for dreamless sleep.
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Saturday morning arrived too soon. Ella stirred, her hand already trailing to her mound as fragments of another dream replayed: an older businessman, silver-haired and commanding, with a cock so hung it curved upward like a scimitar. He'd pinned her against a conference table, ripping her panties aside and thrusting deep into her pussy, his girth splitting her open. 'Take it, you little slut,' he'd growled, fucking her with long, punishing strokes while she clawed at his back, her legs wrapped around him as he filled her to the brim. He came inside her, hot spurts coating her cervix, then pulled out to spray the rest across her tits.
The memory ignited her. She spread her legs wide, fingers plunging into her wet cunt, thumb grinding her clit. She fucked herself hard, imagining his weight on her, until she arched off the bed, crying out as orgasm ripped through her, her walls clenching around nothing. Sated for the moment, she dressed in her workout gear to head to the gym. She spent over an hour in the gym. Tying to work out the aches of her body. After the intense workout that left her feeling both exhausted and invigorated, she decided to take a refreshing shower to wash away the sweat and fatigue. Once she was feeling clean and rejuvenated, she opted for a laid-back outfit, slipping into a comfy pair of jeans and a soft t-shirt that perfectly matched her relaxed mood. With her hair loosely tied back and a hint of makeup to brighten her face, she headed out to meet her best friend, Aspen, for a much-anticipated lunch. Aspen's boyfriend, Scott, was also joining them, adding a lively dynamic to their gathering. As she made her way to their favorite café, she felt a wave of excitement, eager to catch up and share stories over delicious food and laughter.
Aspen rose quickly, taking her friend in a tight hug. The quick words of hello. Once she was released, she leaned to Scott, a hello with a kiss to the cheek. They spoke for a while before finally ordering lunch. Ella sucked the iced tea through her straw and she listened to her friend speak. As they finished eating, Scott received a phone call. He excused himself from the table. As he did Aspen leaned in to Ella. “What is going on with you,” she questioned?
“What do you mean,” asked the confused Ella.
“You seem off. Like something is up but you don’t want to say. Spill it.”
“Ok, I have been feeling like something is going on.” Ella leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper as she confided in her friend, “I’ve been sensing that something isn’t right.” She told her about the time lapses, the wet dreams, the feeling that her body has been used. How time seemed to slip away from her, the vivid dreams that left her feeling disoriented, and the eerie sensation that her body had been manipulated in some way. The weight of her worries pressed down on her, making her question her sanity.
Aspen’s eyes widened in concern as she responded, “Oh wow, that definitely sounds serious.” She instinctively wrapped her arms around Ella in a comforting embrace just as Scott returned from his phone call, noticing the tension in the air.
“What’s going on?” he asked, glancing between the two women. Aspen exchanged a knowing look with Ella, silently urging her to share her troubles, but Ella hesitated, unsure if she wanted to open up to him. After a moment of contemplation, she relented and explained her situation.
“No problem,” Scott replied, his tone reassuring. “I think I might have a way to help. Do you trust me?” Ella met his gaze, then shifted her eyes between him and Aspen, finally nodding. “I’m willing to accept your help. What’s your plan?”
Scott chuckled lightly, “Honestly, I’m not entirely sure yet, but I have a few ideas brewing in my mind.”
They finished their lunch, engaging in light conversation about various topics, but the weight of Ella's troubling situation lingered in the air. Both Aspen and Scott offered their support, reassuring Ella that everything would be alright and that Scott would help her navigate the complexities of the issue. After their meal, they said their goodbyes, and as Aspen took Scott's hand while they strolled down the street toward their apartment, she couldn't help but wonder about his next move.
"So, what’s your plan, Scott?" she asked, curiosity evident in her voice. He replied with a determined tone, explaining that he intended to clone Ella's phone to uncover any unusual activity that might shed light on the situation. Aspen felt a surge of admiration for her clever boyfriend, whispering to herself how much she appreciated his intelligence as she tightened her grip on his arm. With a playful glint in her eye, she suggested, "How about a quickie back at the apartment? I know you have to work soon, but you got me really turned on now"
Scott chuckled, unable to resist her charm, and replied, "How could I possibly say no to that?"
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They quickie was thirty plus minutes of fucking in five different postions and then laying exhausted on the bed for another ten. Aspen was the first to move. Scrambling to get ready for work.
Scott laid there for a few more minutes before he got dressed and made his way to the living room. He pulled out his computer and started the process to upload a clone of Ella’s phone. The program bar was moving so slowly so he put the computer down and went to the record player. Feeling a bit old school he let Everclear spin.
Aspen came out from the bedroom. Dressed ready to head out to work. She was stunning in her loose tan blouse and black skirt ending mid-thigh. The tight black boots clung to her calves along with raising her statue three inches.
“I just spoke to Tom and the schedule is booked to the max. It’s going to be a crazy night at the restaurant.” She walked by his open computer. “Any luck?”
Scott turned the moment he heard her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Taking in the sight of his gorgeous girlfriend. “That is going to be a sucky night and nothing yet. The program takes a bit.” He saw her heading to the door so he moved to cut her off.
His arms wrapped around her, pulling her in close. She pushed him away. “I’m already going to be late. Don’t make it later.” She stepped back into his personal space and went up on her tippy toes. He leaned down and they kissed a light peck. “I'll see you later.”
She opened the door and half way through she turned. “Let me know if you find anything. Love you.”
“Love you too, honey,” he said as the door closed. He moved around the apartment cleaning as he waited for the program to finish. It took another seventeen minutes. The computer buzzed and he hurried to the sofa. Lifting the computer onto his lap he started to navigate her phone.
Most of the apps were the normal ones found on almost everyone’s phone. A few weird ones. The weirdest was an app called Doll House. He opened it and scrolled around. It was a mess of games, self care pages and blogs. Everything leaned to more of the racy part of the web.
Diving deeper and deeper he finally found an appointment page. Listing the days, times, location and preference of her subject. What the hell was this? There was one for this evening. Hotel Ophelia, room 507 at 8 PM. Shit this was a huge lead and it fell into his lap. He looked over and saw it was about six.
“How to play this,” he whispered. “Change first and then head over to the hotel and scout it out. He took a quick shower and changed into grey slacks and a black shirt. It was only 6:30 but he thought it would be good to head over early.
The cab dropped him off under the large canopy in front. He headed into the lobby after thanking the driver. He took the space in quickly and hunted for a space to hide in plain sight. He found one at the bar. An open seat in the corner overlooked the whole lobby. The bartender came over and he ordered a Makers Mark and coke. The next hour he watched the coming and going of the hotel.
It was 7:15 when she walked in. He almost missed her. She was dressed in the same clothes but the way she walked was so different. It was almost a strut instead of her normal walk. She bypassed the counter and headed to the elevator. She stepped into the cab, turned and pressed the button. That is when their eyes met across the lobby. No reaction from her. He knew she saw him. What is going on? He finished his drink and headed to the elevator bay, following her up to her room.
Each second that passed felt like a minute. Those minutes turned into hours. He had a deep feeling that something was wrong. Finally the bing of the elevator to his left. He stepped in and hoped he didn’t need a key to get upstairs. He pressed the 5 button and the doors slid shut. The old cab moved slowly. “Come on, come on,” he muttered to himself.
The ride was short but too long for him. Stepping out he found the directional sign and headed left. A few doors down he found the door and knocked. A singsong voice from behind the door called,” coming.” Scott was nervous. What was he going to say?
“You are early Mr. Weaver,” she said in a perky voice. “Our appointment was at eight.” The last two words dropped to a whisper.
“Ella, what are you doing here?”
There was a long pause and then she shot to him. Arms wrapping around him. “What is going on.” She said scared?
“Let’s go into the room and figure it out.” He turned her and brought her into the room. The small suite had a kitchenette to the right and the bed to the left. On the bed was a schoolgirl's outfit. “What is that for,” he questioned?
“I think this Mr. Weaver wanted me to wear it,” she said in a confused voice. “Everything in my mind is so murky. I need a glass of water. You want one too?” She stepped over to the kitchenette sink, taking two glasses from the open shelf she started to fill them.
“Sure, that would be great,” he answered.
“How did you find me,” she asked as the first glass was filled three quarters full.
“Don’t be mad but I hacked your phone.” There was no reaction to that so he continued. “I found you had this weird app called Doll House.”
“I love the games on that app,” she said standing back next to him. She handed him the glass and said,” drink up.”
Scott was feeling a bit dehydrated from the two drinks downstairs so he took three big gulps. Leaving almost nothing left. He continued,” that app had some weird stuff besides the games. Lots of sexual stuff. A training button, but I couldn’t get in that part. It needs face recognition. A whole section on appointments. It looks like you have been doing these meet ups for weeks now. You don’t remember any of them?”
Scott lost his balance. Stumbling into the bed. His head was spinning now. It was tough to stand back up. His mind tried to will himself but his body had other ideas. He collapsed on his back. First hitting the soft bed but then rolling to the carpeted floor. He tried to move but his body was not responding.
It was a few seconds before he was rolled to his back. Ella climbed on top of him. “Silly Mr. Scott.”
“Ella,” Scott said in a voice barely over a whisper. His jaw is not working. His eyes started to close.
“No Mr. Scott. Ella is my dumb given name. I’m known as Doll E11F09 or Baby Kay for those who follow my Naughty Fans page.” A slap to Scott’s face brought him back. “I see you are drifting already. You drank almost the full glass taking in all the drug. I was supposed to have more time. So let me tell you this quickly. The High Court of the Doll House was not pleased that you went sneaking around in places you should not be. They deemed instead of telling you about the Doll House, we will just show you. Most get to choose to join. Like your friend Ella did, but you and your girlfriend, Aspen, will not be given a choice. You will soon become a Doll.”
At some point the drugs overtook Scott’s system and it knocked him out. “Starting phase two Mother.”
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Scott woke up slowly. He knew he was laying flat on his back. He heard Ella say,” subject is awake Mother,” in a muffled voice. That is when he figured out that it was still dark even though he opened his eyes. He tried to move but his arms were wrapped tightly along his side and legs were spread open.
“What is going on,” he screamed. He heard the echo in his voice. What was over his head. He started to panic.
Then a flash of light. One only his eyes could see. “Welcome back Mr. Scott,” a mono voice of a woman could be heard as he had ear plugs on. “We will start your training in a few. To be honest Mr. Scott, your training started the moment you opened our app earlier today. Did you not feel a loss of time then?”
Scott tried to think back as she continued to speak. He thinks there was a gap. “You are thinking about it right now and can’t help but think there was.” She paused. “That is not what is important. What is important is your training and it begins now.” A flash of light again and the screen starts with flowing Freeform lights of all different colors.
“Just follow the lights Mr. Scott. Follow the dancing lights and let your mind drift. Listen to Mother as she takes you deep into trance.” The lights start to swirl in front of his eyes. “Soon you will be a perfect doll like you friend is. She loves her new persona as Doll E11F09. Soon you will have your own. Tell her to start.”
Scott’s mind felt funny. Like to be able to think but holding on to them was so hard. He didn’t remember the thought of him obeying her command but he did. “Mother said to start.” As he said the words he felt a soft warm hand wrap around his soft penis and start stroking. He let out a light moan of pleasure.
“That is a good reaction Mr. Scott. A pleasure hound like so many of the other Dolls. This will make you a sought after doll when we are done.”
“Now take a slow breath in, hold it and then release it,” her voice started. “There is nothing you need to do right now except listen. Just listening, just breathing, just allowing your mind to settle. Settle and drift from me. With every breath your body relaxs a bit more. Your fears and hesitation start to drift away and let them go.”
Her words are joined by a low hum in his ears. Helping him to let go. The colors have merged into a black and pink spiral that has his eyes glued to the spin. He could feel is cock growing to full high from the stroking. There was no reason not to let himself go.
“Let the hum take over in your mind. Let it become all you need. My words are second nature. You still heard them but it is the hum that sends the waves of lust throughout your body. Let them sink in. Let your body simplify to this need. Less noise, less clutter, just a clear and simple focus. The mind is becoming clearer now. Clearer in letting in the trance…”
The words kept coming. Drifting and swirling around in his head. But as they did they met less and less to his conscious mind. They weaved themselves deep down into his subconscious, the part of the mind so pliable to change. As it imprinted his new self, his body was feeling the bliss it so craved. Not just the stroking of his manhood but tingles coursing along his nerves. It was too much to fight anymore. So he gave in and drifted deeper and deeper. So deep into trance that he lost himself.
He came back to consciousness sometime later. How much time later he was unsure and it didn’t matter to him. All that mattered was the mantra he was saying. “I am Doll S08S02. I am a pleasure doll. I am ready to serve.” Over and over the words came free and easily. His body felt so relaxed at the moment. Like he was laying on a cloud. The pleasure from his dick being stoked radiated throughout his body. So much so, that his words were tinged with pleasure. Making his words come out as something more. Each word drips with seduction.
“And one,” said the voice of Mother. “Welcome back Doll S08S02. How does this unit feel?”
“Doll S08S02 feels wonderful Mother. Thank you for taking the time to train him.”
“What a good boy. I think we can let you free now. I bet you want to try out your doll parts.” The stroking stopped before he could say anything. He felt hands undoing his ankles. First his left and then his right. Next was the bindings holding his arms tight to his body and finally the helmet that was covering his head.
He laid still, not having that delicious hum in his ears anymore. Moving around to his left was a female doll. This must be Doll E11F09. She was storing the helm away. A voice came over a speaker. It was Mother. “Shall you test our new doll, Doll E11F09?”
“That would be her pleasure, Mother. She did enjoy stroking his rock hard unit.”
“Then you may. Set up the camera to document his first time under control. You may both use the given names of your body. You may start when you are ready,” Mother finished and the speaker squealed as it disconnected. Doll E11F09 moved to set up the three tripods and then headed to Doll S08S02, who had not moved. She slid between his spread legs. Moving closer and closer to her treat. Her head lowered and mouth opened, taking him in.
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Aspen was finishing up her shift. It was past midnight and she was beat. Beat and worried that she has not heard back from Scott since around seven. He would have, should have messaged her back by now. She tried to phone him on her way home but right to voicemail.
She thought about the evening and how well it went. Even that tough table at the end of the night she was able to smooth over. The cab dropped her off at her apartment. Maybe Scott got home and was going to surprise her. She raced up the stairs and turned the key. As she pushed open the door, she found the lights still off. Her excitement left her.
She stepped into the tight hallway and walked a few steps to the living room. She clicked on the light and saw that a chair was placed in the middle of the space. This confused her. The bag on the floor was strange too. As she turned to the dining room, a movement came from behind her. Arms grabbed around her mouth. She tried to jump away but this assailant was too strong. A pinch in her hip and then a burning. She felt her body losing all strength.
Her mind went into panic mode. Her flight instinct jumped forward but she could not take advantage of it with her body being unresponsive. The person holding her carried her to the chair and placed her down gently. As he kneed in front of her she saw he was in a black jumpsuit with the hood pulled up around his head. Unable to move, she could not see what he was doing until he moved to her wrists. As he tied them to the arms of the chair, she saw the white mask he was wearing. She wanted to scream but even her voice betrayed her. The final piece was a small metal and plastic helmet. She tried to fight him but it just sent her head rolling forward.
A woman’s voice came across inside the helmet. “Sweet Aspen, poor sweet Aspen. You came on our radar because of your boyfriend and best friend. Without them we may not have found you and your tight sexy body.” Aspen tried to fight free but her body was still not responding. “Don’t fight it my sweet. You will soon join them as a doll, but first let me show you a fun scene taking place across town. You were worried about your friend. There is no reason to worry.”
The light came on in the google part of the head set. It was a flash of bright light and it took a moment for her eyes to focus. Her ears picked up the sounds before her eyes were able to focus. Moans and slapping of skin. People having sex. Then her eyes caught up to the scene playing over the headset.
Scott's grip on Ella's hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he pulled her back against his chest, her body arching sharply while his cock plunged deeper into her dripping pussy. He thrust forward with savage force, his hips slamming against her ass, the wet sounds of their fucking filling the room. Ella's screams turned to ragged gasps, her hands clutching the sheets as she pushed back, taking every inch of his thick shaft.
"Fuck yes, fuck your dirty fuck doll," she rasped, her voice breaking under the pressure on her throat. Her walls squeezed him tight, milking his cock with each brutal pump. Scott growled low in his ear, his free hand sliding down to pinch her nipple hard, twisting it until she whimpered.
"Aspen couldn't handle this shit," he snarled, driving into her harder, his balls slapping against her swollen clit. Ella's legs trembled, her pussy gushing around him as she rode the edge of pleasure. The mention of Aspen only fueled her fire.
Scott's fingers moved up her body and tightened around Ella's slender neck, squeezing just enough to make her gasp and her vision blur at the edges. He loved the way her body arched under him, desperate and yielding, her pussy clenching around his thick cock with every brutal slam of his hips. The bed creaked beneath them.
"That's right, you filthy little whore. Take it, take it all," he snarled, his voice rough with lust as he yanked her head back by her hair, forcing her to arch her back deeper. His other hand stayed firm on her throat, cutting off her air in short, teasing bursts that made her tremble and soak his shaft even more. He pounded into her relentlessly, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room, his balls smacking against her clit with each forceful drive.
Ella's moans turned into choked whimpers, her body shaking as waves of pleasure-pain ripped through her. "Harder, Scott... fuck me like you own me," she begged, her voice hoarse and broken, pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts.
He released her hair only to slap her ass hard, the sharp crack making her yelp and her walls flutter around him. Leaning down, he bit the curve of her shoulder, marking her skin as his teeth sank in just enough to sting. "You're mine, Ella. This tight cunt is mine to ruin." His pace quickened, hips pistoning faster, chasing that edge where her submission made him feel invincible. She was close—he could feel it in the way her thighs quivered, her breaths coming in ragged sobs against his grip.
He shoved her forward suddenly, her face hitting the mattress as he mounted her fully, pinning her down with his weight. His cock never stopped pounding, stretching her wide, owning her completely. "Scream for me, slut," he demanded, one hand fisting her hair to yank her head back while the other slapped her ass red.
The tears started to build up in Aspen's eyes. “What, what is going on?” Her body was about to break. “How could they? How could they?”
“Oh poor sweet Aspen. It is not as it all seems. These two could not stop themselves. The Doll Program does that to you.” She heard the voice say,” stop and sit on the edge of the bed.”
The two bodies stop during mid stroke and move to the edge of the bed. Before Aspen could question this the voice continued,” don’t worry sweet Aspen. They were fucking to prove a point to you. Just how powerful our program is. We want you to be part of our world. A sweet and sexy babe like yourself will be a perfect doll. You also get to keep your friends. Just think the three of you all being perfect dolls. What do you say?”
During her speech, a low hum came across the headphones under her voice. Aspen was confused and vulnerable. She, so loved these two but now they were different. Tears came down her cheeks now. A sob stuck in her throat. “I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to lose them but them giving up their will. How?”
“Not all of their free will. They will still be Scott and Ella until the Doll House needs their services. Then they will be Doll E11F09 and Doll S08S02. Willing to follow all the rules placed down. You may ask what the Doll House is, well the Doll House provides all kinds of services but mostly sex related. The dolls are picked and meet up with the client.”
The voice kept talking and Aspen. She felt more confused but more clear with every word. Her emotions were like a roller coaster. Up and down and every which way. The words coming through the headset made her feel more calm. Letting her mind relax and with that so did her body. The words finding a way in and wrapping around her. Her mind drifted as the words kept coming. She needed this. Needed to take in each and every word. She started to fantasize about being a doll as her mind let the thought come in and then pass.
“You are in the process of becoming a doll. To become part of the Doll House. To be made into a new doll, ready to be played with. Just because you hear my words it does not mean that your conscious mind needs to understand them. Your subconscious mind will be taking them all in. Now drift and obey. Let my voice, the hum relax you. There is no pressure. Just calm curiosity. Now say you wish to become a doll.”
“I wish to become a doll,” Aspen said in a low mutter. Her body and mind knew it was true. Then a blast of pleasure coursed through her body. A hum along her pussy, one to match the one in her ears.
“Now for your body to catch up to your mind. Let it be trained to feel pleasure and keep going. Body and mind for the Doll House. Now drift and let the trance take you deeper. Let the words take you down, down, down. Be a good doll and sleep.” She heard the snap at the same time and her world became blackest.
“I am Doll A07D17. I am a pleasure doll. I am ready to serve.” Over and over the words came free and easily. This is what her conscious mind came back to. Her own voice chatting her mantra. Believing in her new life.
“Welcome back Doll A07D17. How do you feel,” the voice that led her into deep trance asked?
“Your doll feels amazing, Mother. She is wet and horny and ready to serve.” She could feel the straps being undone at her ankles and then her wrists.
“That is a good doll. I do have a surprise for you. The doll here helping me has a hard dick and is ready to use it. He is Doll J12T30, but trainer, your friend Ella, named him Mr. Steel. He is a businessman who is new to the Doll House. He showed strong dominant tendencies, so you are in for a treat. He will be removing the headset. Once he does I want you to show him how graceful you are that he helped make you a doll.”
The voices ceased and the flashing lights stopped. She could feel his strong hands removing the straps under her chin and sliding the headset free. Before he was even able to set it down, her hands reached up and unzipped his jumpsuit. Taking the zipper to its lowest point and exposing his hard on.
Mr. Steel loomed over the chair where Doll A07D17 sat motionless, her flawless tanned skin gleaming under the dull lights of her living room. Her head tilted back slightly, lips parted wide, that eager mouth programmed for one thing: total pleasure giving and now she was going to start with her mouth. He gripped the base of his throbbing cock, the magnificent length already hard and veined, pulsing with the need to claim her. She didn't wait for permission—her programming kicked in like a switch, and her cool lips wrapped around his cockhead, sucking him in with a wet, vacuum pull that made his balls tighten instantly.
He set the headset aside, the faint hum still buzzing in the background like a distant threat. With deliberate slowness, Mr. Steel shrugged his arms free from the top of his jumpsuit, letting the heavy fabric bunch at his waist. His chest heaved, muscles rippling under tanned skin scarred from old battles, and now his cock stood fully exposed, jutting toward her face without obstruction. Doll's eyes—those unblinking, ice blue eyes—locked on his, and she growled low in her throat, the vibration humming straight down his shaft as she took him deeper.
'Give me more, Mr. Steel,' she snarled between slurps, her voice a mechanical rasp edged with programmed hunger. Saliva dripped from her chin as she pulled back just enough to speak, then dove forward again, her mouth engulfing half his length in one aggressive thrust. 'Show me your business.' Her tongue lashed out, flat and insistent, licking the underside of his cock from balls to tip before she sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks to create that relentless suction.
Mr. Steel’s hand shot to the back of her head, fingers tangling in the golden trands of her hair. He wasn't about to let this doll dictate the pace, no matter how her programming begged for it. 'Shut your fucking mouth and use it right, you worthless horny slut,' he barked, his voice thick with command. The words sent a thrill through him, watching her flawless face distort around his cock as she obeyed without hesitation. He shoved her down harder, forcing his cock past her lips until the head battered the back of her throat. She gagged—or simulated it, her body jerking slightly—but didn't pull away. Instead, she growled again, the sound muffled and wet, vibrating his entire shaft as she deep-throated him with mechanical precision.
Her cold hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in just enough to leave faint marks on his skin, while her mouth worked him over like a piston. Up and down, sucking and licking, her tongue swirling around the ridge of his cockhead every time she came up for air—which wasn't often. Mr. Steel could feel the coolness of her interior, that lustful chill contrasting the heat building in his groin. Drool slicked his balls, dripping down to soak the fabric of his jumpsuit at his waist. He thrust his hips forward, fucking her face in short, brutal pumps, reveling in the way her sensors flickered, registering every inch he forced into her.
'That's it, Doll. Show me how a programmed whore submits,' he growled, his free hand reaching down to pinch one of her perfect, silicone-tipped nipples through her thin chassis cover. She arched into the touch, her body responding on cue, but her mouth never faltered—sucking harder, deeper, her throat constricting around him like a vice. The room smelled of lust mixed with the musky tang of his pre-cum leaking steadily onto her tongue. Mr. Steel’s pulse hammered in his ears, his cock swelling thicker in her relentless grip. She was built for this, every ounce of her perfect body was made to worship his dick, to take the degradation and beg for more with those feral growls.
He pulled back suddenly, his cock popping free with a wet smack, strings of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening shaft. Doll's mouth hung open, panting simulated breaths, her tongue lolling out as if desperate for him to fill it again. 'Beg for it, you obedient fucktoy,' Mr. Steel demanded, slapping his cock against her cheek, leaving a sticky trail across her flawless skin. The impact made her head tilt, but her eyes stayed fixed on his, ice blue glow intensifying with need.
Another growl rumbled from her chest, low and urgent. She leaned forward, trying to recapture his cock, but he held her back by the hair, making her strain for it. 'Please... more,' she rasped, the words garbled but clear in their submission. 'Force it down my throat. Make me choke on your cock.' Her hands clawed at his legs, pulling him closer, and Mr. Steel laughed darkly, the sound echoing off the sterile walls.
With a grunt, he released her, and she lunged, swallowing him whole in one savage motion. Her nose pressed against his pubic bone, throat bulging around his length as she held him there, humming vibrations that shot straight to his core. Mr. Steel’s fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her rhythm now—faster, harder, using her mouth like the hole it was meant to be. Sweat beaded on his brow, his balls slapping against her chin with each thrust. The pressure built, coiling tight in his gut, but he wasn't ready to end it yet. Not when her submission felt this fucking perfect, her cold eagerness promising endless obedience.
Doll's growls turned to wet, choking sounds, but she didn't stop—couldn't stop—she was locked into this relentless worship. Mr. Steel’s mind raced with the power of it, the way she degraded herself for him, every suck and lick a testament to his control. He pushed deeper, watching her sensors flare, wondering how far he could drive her before the next command shattered her completely.
Doll A07D17's heart pounded as Mr. Steel bent down, his massive frame looming over her in the dim glow of the room. She sat naked in the chair, her skin prickling with anticipation, every inch of her body exposed and aching for his touch. His strong arms scooped her up effortlessly, pulling her against his broad chest. The warmth of his body seeped into her bare skin, his grey beard and hair brushing against her cheek from behind the mask that hid his eyes. She inhaled his musky scent, a mix of sweat and raw power, as he cradled her like she weighed nothing.
He carried her across the room to the worn leather sofa, her legs dangling helplessly. Doll felt the cool air tease her wet pussy, already slick from the blowjob she'd given him moments ago, her saliva coating his thick cock. He lowered her onto her back, the cushions sinking under her weight, spreading her thighs wide with his knees. Her breath hitched, pussy throbbing, exposed and ready. Mr. Steel positioned himself between her legs, his masked face hovering close, the rough fabric of his clothes scraping her inner thighs.
Doll's eyes locked on the mask, the mystery of it sending a shiver through her. She reached up, fingers tracing the edge where it met his skin, but he grabbed her wrist, pinning it above her head with one hand. 'Stay still, you little slut,' he growled, his voice low and commanding. His free hand guided his cock—still glistening with her spit—to her entrance. The fat head pressed against her folds, parting them easily. She groaned as he pushed in, his girth stretching her tight pussy inch by inch, filling her completely.
'Fuck, you're so tight,' Mr. Steel grunted, bottoming out inside her with a hard thrust. Doll arched her back, a deep moan escaping her lips at the burn of his thickness splitting her open. Her walls clenched around him, slick juices mixing with her saliva to ease the slide. He held still for a moment, letting her adjust, but she could feel his cock twitching, eager to pound her. Her mind raced with need—craving the roughness he promised, the way he'd use her body like his personal fucktoy.
He started slow, pulling back until just the tip remained, then slamming forward again. Each thrust rocked her body, her tits bouncing with the force. Doll's groans grew louder, her pussy gripping him desperately. 'Harder,' she begged, voice breathy and desperate. 'Fuck my needy cunt harder, Mr. Steel.'
His grip tightened on her wrist, the other hand digging into her hip, bruising her skin. 'You want it rough, doll? Beg for it like the whore you are.' He picked up speed, hips snapping against hers, his balls slapping her ass with every drive. The sofa creaked under them, the sound mixing with her wet squelches and his heavy breaths.
Doll's body jolted with each hammer, pleasure spiking through her core. His cock dragged along her inner walls, hitting deep spots that made her vision blur. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, nails scratching his back through his shirt. 'Yes! Pound my pussy, make it yours,' she cried out, the dirty words spilling from her lips like a prayer. The mask made him even more intimidating, his grey beard tickling her neck as he leaned down to bite her shoulder, marking her.
Mr. Steel released her wrist only to grab her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp. 'That's right, take this dick. Your mouth got it wet, now your cunt's gonna milk it dry.' He thrust faster, rougher, the force pushing her deeper into the cushions. Doll's pussy fluttered around him, building toward release, her clit grinding against his pelvis with every brutal slam. Sweat slicked their skin, her juices dripping down to her ass, soaking the leather.
She moaned louder, lost in the dominance, the way he controlled every inch of her. 'You're so fucking big... stretching me wide,' she panted, her hands roaming his chest, feeling the muscles flex under her palms. He growled in response, shifting his angle to hit her g-spot dead on, making stars explode behind her eyes.
'Cum on my cock, you dirty girl. Show me how much you love being fucked like this.' His voice was gravelly, urging her on as he hammered relentlessly. Doll's body tensed, waves of heat coiling tight in her belly. She was close, so close, but he didn't let up, driving her higher with each punishing thrust. The room filled with their filthy exchange, her pleas mixing with his commands, the air thick with the scent of sex.
Just as her orgasm crested, teasing the edge, Mr. Steel slowed for a beat, teasing her with shallow pumps. 'Not yet, doll. I want to feel you beg for more.' Doll whimpered, hips bucking up to chase his cock, desperate for the roughness to continue, knowing he had so much more in store.
Aspen woke up exhausted on Sunday. Working late the night before really took a lot of her. Her body ached. Ass cheek feeling sore. What did she and Scott get into last night when she got home. Her pussy still felt the pounding it took.
She rolled over to wrap an arm around him. That is when she noticed all the scratches along his back. “Wow,” she whispered. They really went at it last night.
“What,” came the sleepy voice laying next to her?
“Oh nothing. Go back to sleep,” she muttered as she snuggled in. Falling back asleep herself.