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The Doll House, Part 1 - by croft

Part 1. Waking Up.

“...................mmmph-....pphrph-...mmph!” He awoke with shallow breathing in a dizzying haze, feeling the cold of the polished marble floor beneath him as the world spun. His sight fluttered as the groggy long sleep left him, vision clearing from shaky blurs into clarity, at least as well as could be through a dozen tiny reinforced pinholes in front of his eyes. “Mm...ph..?” The first words uttered from his thoroughly gagged mouth. “Mmmph?” Something was in his mouth, something large, filling every crevice and pushing his tongue flat. Whatever it was tickled his throat, but only enough to be constantly and remindingly present, not enough to choke. Again he tested the range of his weak vocal cords, having to make sure through a shallow grunt that not a single sound could be made. “Mmmph…?”

“MMMRRPHGH! HNNNNHG!” He heard someone distinctly female grunting nearby in obvious frustration, accompanied by the clack of heels and the distinct squeaking of flexing rubber. The sounds were muffled, heavily so, but close enough to be audible to him at this range. Dragging one of his weak hands up to his face, he first caressed and checked his mouth for whatever was lodged inside with a hope of extracting the gag. All he felt was something puffy, inflated maybe, and it squeaked against his hand. He next raised his hand to his left ear, feeling something like an ear plug lodged inside both, and felt only a smooth surface and a strap. “Huhhnm?” His hand followed the strap to the back of his head, and only felt a smooth continuous band that went around and met at his face in more smooth continuous band. “Huhhnnm?” A longer confused grunt left him as he felt the puffy material pressed against his face attached by this strap. He also saw his hand finally through the many tiny pin prick size holes. It was shiny and black, like a glove, but unlike a glove it didn’t end at his wrist.

Convinced he was dreaming or was confused he ratcheted his eyes shut and shook his head. Despite that mental plea, he still heard the female grunting and struggling squeaky rubbery noise somewhere behind him. He tried to stay calm with even breathing, now suddenly detected the strong pungency of rubber in his nostrils. When he opened his eyes he again looked at both hands and followed the glossy black skin all the way up his forearms and to his body. He saw that he was swathed in something adhered to his skin, a coating that fit him like his own flesh, smooth and uninterrupted. His wrist and up both arms, and upon inspection down his legs were adorned with metallic rings, anchors for who knows what. Shaking his head again he grunted in anger and tried to pull the gloves off, but they didn’t give. He tried to pull at the rings firmly attached to his thighs but nothing gave. His feet were locked en pointe thanks to the towering heels that looked to be part of his new body. His hands ran down his smooth chest, still cold itself from the reflective floor, and he felt the weird alien presence of the same puffy rubbery texture attached to his face around his groin. “MMph? MRRRRH!” He looked and beheld a facsimile, a fetishistic parody of a vagina plastered to his body. In anger he tried to pull it free, but like everything else fixed to his body it seemed glued and there to stay.

He shook his head a third time, trying to block out this strange new reality he found himself in, and stared instead down into the polished marble and saw himself. “Hmmph?” He saw a faceless rubber doll staring back at him, equipped with the same faux cunt locked to his now emotionless doll face. Just like his previous attempts, he pulled and tried everything to wrench the humiliating apparel from himself, but it might as well been his own flesh, irremovable. Still though, he tried, knowing nothing else to do in frantic panic. He pulled and fought with his new wear fruitlessly. He saw his whole body in the reflection covered from the bottom of his enforced pointed feet to the top of his head sealed away in glossy black rubber. Convinced it was a suit he sought for a zipper of any kind, once again failing to find any immediate escape. For a terrifying moment he wondered if this was now just his body, but a cautionary poke to his head and the surface of his featureless rubber face proved his actual face and self was still underneath, merely locked away. Angry and frustrated he slammed a rubbery fist on the floor and exhaled a labored breath.

Finally he looked to the side and saw the source of the female grunting. She seemed dressed identically to him, from the towering feet to the double-cunt costuming. She stood on wobbly heeled feet and stretched from side to side, looking desperate in an attempt to find a zipper to escape her all encompassing enclosure. Her swaying and twisting bounced her heaving chest, and although the immediate thought of the situation had been startling and horrifying, the obvious erotic nature of things wasn’t lost on him. Her angry grunts had grown both louder and more pleading, bordering on a high whine while she’d been struggling with her suit.

*Crrrrrrrk bbbzzzt*

Both she and he suddenly stopped, frozen solid by the audible sound of a radio coming to life.

“Good morning-” The voice was rather unisex sounding but pleasing to the ears, “It is my pleasure to welcome you *DOLL D*”, the pleasant voice cut off to cold computerized name identifications, “and *DOLL J* to the Doll House. You have been chosen to find your true calling in life. That means learning how to be good dolls for others to enjoy. No longer will you be burdened with concepts like freedom and choice. Now you just have to learn to be good Dolls. Just like this recording, you will be given instructions relayed by the earpiece receivers in your new doll suits to help you make this transition. You may resist, or you may comply. Resistance will be met with punishments, compliance will be met with reward. For example…”

“MMMMMMMRRRRRPH!!!” He collapsed back onto the cold floor, no concept of where the pain erupted from in his suit, it existed in every nerve ending in his body for what felt like an eternity. Almost immediately though, it ended just as quickly as it started. He lay panting and turned over onto his back, heavy but restricted breathing making the faux pussy attached to his face whistle slightly. Turning his featureless face he saw her, the other doll in just the same position. He wondered for the briefest moment if she shared his fear, but only briefly before…

“That was resistance. Compliance however will bring you this...”
“Mrrrr..mmmmm...hnnnnng!” A low buzzing arced through his body and he saw his doll twin twist and writhe on the floor just the same as he did. Whereas he’d been made to feel pain before, now it felt like every erogenous zone was alive with pleasure. It felt like whatever was lodged in his mouth was wrapping around and caressing his tongue. His whole body was barraged with a full massage, everything was tingling. His groin, it felt like 1000 tender touches and kissed on his straining manhood held so tight and compact beneath the fake pussy. Both dolls struggled to rub their hands all across their glossy black forms in an attempt to expedite the feelings that were quickly building, but their own hands held no sensation on the smooth cool surface. Just as before with the pain, the feelings were gone just as fast as they’d begane. “Mmmhhoooo…” They both groaned feverishly wanting to keep it going, their own hands exploring the cold unfeeling surface of their doll suits, but the mellifluous voice was cold to their plea.

“You will be getting your first instructions in 20 minutes time. You will be trained to be perfect rubber dolls. This 20 minutes time has been allotted to you to get accustomed to your new doll suits. You are free and even encouraged to explore your suits. You may try to remove them, as learning the futility of it helps in acceptance of your new roles as dolls faster. As you will soon see, the doors are locked and only open when appropriate tasks are given. The windows are enforced and fitted with bars. There is no escape. You will meet other dolls soon, and they will help you in acclimating to your new role. Welcome to the Doll House.” -*click*

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Description
The Doll House, Part 1 - by croft

Part 1. Waking Up.

“...................mmmph-....pphrph-...mmph!” He awoke with shallow breathing in a dizzying haze, feeling the cold of the polished marble floor beneath him as the world spun. His sight fluttered as the groggy long sleep left him, vision clearing from shaky blurs into clarity, at least as well as could be through a dozen tiny reinforced pinholes in front of his eyes. “Mm...ph..?” The first words uttered from his thoroughly gagged mouth. “Mmmph?” Something was in his mouth, something large, filling every crevice and pushing his tongue flat. Whatever it was tickled his throat, but only enough to be constantly and remindingly present, not enough to choke. Again he tested the range of his weak vocal cords, having to make sure through a shallow grunt that not a single sound could be made. “Mmmph…?”

“MMMRRPHGH! HNNNNHG!” He heard someone distinctly female grunting nearby in obvious frustration, accompanied by the clack of heels and the distinct squeaking of flexing rubber. The sounds were muffled, heavily so, but close enough to be audible to him at this range. Dragging one of his weak hands up to his face, he first caressed and checked his mouth for whatever was lodged inside with a hope of extracting the gag. All he felt was something puffy, inflated maybe, and it squeaked against his hand. He next raised his hand to his left ear, feeling something like an ear plug lodged inside both, and felt only a smooth surface and a strap. “Huhhnm?” His hand followed the strap to the back of his head, and only felt a smooth continuous band that went around and met at his face in more smooth continuous band. “Huhhnnm?” A longer confused grunt left him as he felt the puffy material pressed against his face attached by this strap. He also saw his hand finally through the many tiny pin prick size holes. It was shiny and black, like a glove, but unlike a glove it didn’t end at his wrist.

Convinced he was dreaming or was confused he ratcheted his eyes shut and shook his head. Despite that mental plea, he still heard the female grunting and struggling squeaky rubbery noise somewhere behind him. He tried to stay calm with even breathing, now suddenly detected the strong pungency of rubber in his nostrils. When he opened his eyes he again looked at both hands and followed the glossy black skin all the way up his forearms and to his body. He saw that he was swathed in something adhered to his skin, a coating that fit him like his own flesh, smooth and uninterrupted. His wrist and up both arms, and upon inspection down his legs were adorned with metallic rings, anchors for who knows what. Shaking his head again he grunted in anger and tried to pull the gloves off, but they didn’t give. He tried to pull at the rings firmly attached to his thighs but nothing gave. His feet were locked en pointe thanks to the towering heels that looked to be part of his new body. His hands ran down his smooth chest, still cold itself from the reflective floor, and he felt the weird alien presence of the same puffy rubbery texture attached to his face around his groin. “MMph? MRRRRH!” He looked and beheld a facsimile, a fetishistic parody of a vagina plastered to his body. In anger he tried to pull it free, but like everything else fixed to his body it seemed glued and there to stay.

He shook his head a third time, trying to block out this strange new reality he found himself in, and stared instead down into the polished marble and saw himself. “Hmmph?” He saw a faceless rubber doll staring back at him, equipped with the same faux cunt locked to his now emotionless doll face. Just like his previous attempts, he pulled and tried everything to wrench the humiliating apparel from himself, but it might as well been his own flesh, irremovable. Still though, he tried, knowing nothing else to do in frantic panic. He pulled and fought with his new wear fruitlessly. He saw his whole body in the reflection covered from the bottom of his enforced pointed feet to the top of his head sealed away in glossy black rubber. Convinced it was a suit he sought for a zipper of any kind, once again failing to find any immediate escape. For a terrifying moment he wondered if this was now just his body, but a cautionary poke to his head and the surface of his featureless rubber face proved his actual face and self was still underneath, merely locked away. Angry and frustrated he slammed a rubbery fist on the floor and exhaled a labored breath.

Finally he looked to the side and saw the source of the female grunting. She seemed dressed identically to him, from the towering feet to the double-cunt costuming. She stood on wobbly heeled feet and stretched from side to side, looking desperate in an attempt to find a zipper to escape her all encompassing enclosure. Her swaying and twisting bounced her heaving chest, and although the immediate thought of the situation had been startling and horrifying, the obvious erotic nature of things wasn’t lost on him. Her angry grunts had grown both louder and more pleading, bordering on a high whine while she’d been struggling with her suit.

*Crrrrrrrk bbbzzzt*

Both she and he suddenly stopped, frozen solid by the audible sound of a radio coming to life.

“Good morning-” The voice was rather unisex sounding but pleasing to the ears, “It is my pleasure to welcome you *DOLL D*”, the pleasant voice cut off to cold computerized name identifications, “and *DOLL J* to the Doll House. You have been chosen to find your true calling in life. That means learning how to be good dolls for others to enjoy. No longer will you be burdened with concepts like freedom and choice. Now you just have to learn to be good Dolls. Just like this recording, you will be given instructions relayed by the earpiece receivers in your new doll suits to help you make this transition. You may resist, or you may comply. Resistance will be met with punishments, compliance will be met with reward. For example…”

“MMMMMMMRRRRRPH!!!” He collapsed back onto the cold floor, no concept of where the pain erupted from in his suit, it existed in every nerve ending in his body for what felt like an eternity. Almost immediately though, it ended just as quickly as it started. He lay panting and turned over onto his back, heavy but restricted breathing making the faux pussy attached to his face whistle slightly. Turning his featureless face he saw her, the other doll in just the same position. He wondered for the briefest moment if she shared his fear, but only briefly before…

“That was resistance. Compliance however will bring you this...”
“Mrrrr..mmmmm...hnnnnng!” A low buzzing arced through his body and he saw his doll twin twist and writhe on the floor just the same as he did. Whereas he’d been made to feel pain before, now it felt like every erogenous zone was alive with pleasure. It felt like whatever was lodged in his mouth was wrapping around and caressing his tongue. His whole body was barraged with a full massage, everything was tingling. His groin, it felt like 1000 tender touches and kissed on his straining manhood held so tight and compact beneath the fake pussy. Both dolls struggled to rub their hands all across their glossy black forms in an attempt to expedite the feelings that were quickly building, but their own hands held no sensation on the smooth cool surface. Just as before with the pain, the feelings were gone just as fast as they’d begane. “Mmmhhoooo…” They both groaned feverishly wanting to keep it going, their own hands exploring the cold unfeeling surface of their doll suits, but the mellifluous voice was cold to their plea.

“You will be getting your first instructions in 20 minutes time. You will be trained to be perfect rubber dolls. This 20 minutes time has been allotted to you to get accustomed to your new doll suits. You are free and even encouraged to explore your suits. You may try to remove them, as learning the futility of it helps in acceptance of your new roles as dolls faster. As you will soon see, the doors are locked and only open when appropriate tasks are given. The windows are enforced and fitted with bars. There is no escape. You will meet other dolls soon, and they will help you in acclimating to your new role. Welcome to the Doll House.” -*click*

www.furaffinity.net/view/22389…