The Cursed Doll

Chapter 8

As I quickly discovered, transforming into a rubber doll as soon as I became aroused had its drawbacks. Without at least some autonomy of decision, I knew what I wanted but couldn’t initiate it. At first I really struggled to reshape my mouth so I could speak, and as soon as I stopped, it immediately reformed, ready to suck a penis. This, according to Meridion, was at least in some part the result of my having subordinated myself to Trefor. 

Fortunately, Trefor, knowing the problem of not being able to initiate actions, had worked out a way we could overcome it, and communicate our desires to each other. Strangely, when with me, he also appeared to have more freedom of action. Our lovemaking was intense, and frequent. In truth, even with the limits on my ability to make decisions or choose my actions, I found being a living rubber doll had advantages and was actually rather enjoyable — especially when sixty-inning with my lover.

Days passed in study, sex, walks in the gorgeous gardens around the castle and in simple discussions with my beloved and the many men and youths working around us. My greatest challenge was learning to control my state. The least sexual thought saw me become the ‘doll’ and it was a while before Meridion found exactly the right formula for the elixir we both needed to control this for me. 

At first the study was difficult, but a little ‘magic’ helped and I soon mastered the art of reading and studying the arcane writing and glyphs. Trefor and I developed a bond that allowed us to sense when one of us needed the other’s use, and we would find a place to fulfil the need to ‘go rubber’ and satisfy our need for sex. I also discovered the truth of something Trefor had mentioned about plugs, dildos and gags. If one had been inserted into me I remained in my doll form, no matter what I did, until the person who had inserted it, removed it …

A joke played by one of the apprentice friends we sometimes ‘rewarded’ for their help in some task, ended with me spending two full days in my doll state when the apprentice was teleported away unexpectedly by his Mage Master. He’d inserted a large butt plug into me and then gagged me with a dildo while he feasted on my rubber penis. Unbeknownst to me — or the apprentice — I could not revert to flesh form while plugged or gagged, and the only person who could remove them was the person who’d inserted them. After that I was much more cautious … 

“You may find this interesting.” Meridion handed me an ancient book. In the months since my accepting that, to live with my lover I must accept the curse, I had learned a great deal about Meridion and his servants and apprentices. I had also learned that, binding myself to Trefor had given him more autonomy, but it meant that I was now always his doll toy, my own autonomy limited to responding to his wishes. “I have marked the passage, and copied the interpretation for you if you have difficulty reading the original.” He waited while I opened the book and painfully read the ancient script, then said, “Our Ceran was very much more sinned against than sinning. The eight men with him in the crypt were his friends. He rejected the Mage Cerdic, as he was already in love with Merthyn, Cerdic’s twin. Cerdic flew into a rage and his revenge was to place the curse in the hood. There was more, for Ceran used another curse on his brother, his anger and the hatred fuelled by being rejected, making both curses even more powerful than he realised. Ceran offered to sacrifice himself to protect his lover, Merthyn — not knowing Merthyn was already bound by it and the second curse took effect immediately they made love. Merthyn wrought his own revenge on Cerdic — an even more terrible one.”

“So the hood carried the curse. But why did it then affect Merthyn and,” I gestured. “Trefor and everyone else?

“Turn to the next book mark.” Meridion smiled. “It was a tool, only ever intended to enslave Ceran and his lover Merthyn. Cerdic could not act directly against his brother, so he devised this trap.” Taking the book back, he said, “This hood, as we know, worked perfectly — But, in their anger at one another, the brothers trapped them all.” Frowning he opened the book at a later page. “However, it appears that if someone gives himself to a victim of the curse, the recipient of that gift regains some of that ability.” Our eyes met. “That may explain why Trefor now has that ability — you have given it to him. Perhaps Ceran also had that gift from one of those in the crypt …”

“I hope so.” Looking again at the copied pages in front of me, I said, “It must have been difficult for him. What provoked this Cerdic to such anger, and to such an extreme desire for revenge?”

“According to most records, Cerdic, the Mage who cursed him, did so in the belief Ceran, his childhood friend and confidant, had betrayed him by becoming his twin brother’s lover. The argument started when they were both Apprentcies. Merthyn transformed his brother’s genitalia as a joke, a regular one apparently. Then Merthyn added a small twist that spoiled a tryst for Cerdic, who responded in anger. It escalated, and led to the dispute over Ceran’s choice of Merthyn. Cerdic was infatuated with Ceran, who was in love with Merthyn” Meridion sat back in his chair. 

“It says here that his curses were made more potent by his hatred of Ceran.” I met his gaze. “Had Ceran encouraged him to think ..?”

“Ceran had never encouraged him to think he was in love with anyone other than Merthyn — and though he remained a friend, Ceran found Cerdic’s pursuit of the darker arts repugnant. Both brothers had a fondness for bondage in their sexual engagements, but Ceran’s were sometimes extreme.” Meridion paused. “He enjoyed tormenting his partners. He wasn’t evil, it was more a question of a need to always ‘win’ which sometimes went to far.” 

“Would that explain the curse? He wanted a partner who could never refuse his desires?”

“So it would seem. Perhaps he hoped that if Ceran were to be a living doll, subject to his whims, he could be brought to accept a different lover. Unfortunately, what he did to his brother through his second curse … Merthyn’s genitals are those of a dog, the curse took effect as he made love to Ceran the first time Ceran changed at the full moon. Merthyn retaliated, of course — also in rage, and with the desire for revenge overwhelming. Cerdic and his supporters and lovers suffered badly, and the conflict almost destroyed both parties.”

For several minutes, he said no more. Then continued.

“The curses and the resulting conflict brought a great upheaval among the Mages of the time and their servants. The conflict was bitter, and it is said that Merthyn also suffered the same fate as Ceran.” He paused. “Curses are dangerous things, especially those imposed with hatred. The curse he imposed on Ceran is a modification of an ancient curse — the Medusa — by which a victim was turned to stone. He modified it to make the victims become living rubber dolls. Both brothers had gone beyond anger and neither were considering the impact of their actions on anyone around them.” He frowned, and added, “Ceran, despite his being cursed, did his best to de-escalate the conflict and find rapprochement. He is the hero, the victim, but it is a very confused tale, and exists only in fragments. Those in the crypt are Ceran’s friends who suffered the same fate for their loyalty to Ceran and their attempts to help him live with the curse. Another four were ‘sent away’ at his behest, and escaped it.” He paused, watching me. “They were hidden in your world realm.”

“What became of the Mage? Ceran’s lover?” 

“Merthyn ‘went away’ when his brother vanished, and has not been seen since.” He paused. “While Merthyn realised his error, and turned from the anger and hate of dark magic, Cerdic did not, never acknowledging as his brother did, his error and eventually removed himself by it.”

“No one really knows what became of either of them. Cerdic is described as handsome and vain, and as an apprentice I saw him on occasion as my Master was one of those that protected Ceran and aided Merthyn. He was certainly handsome, and his brother, Merthyn likewise. I would not have called Merthyn ‘vain’ though he knew he was attractive. To student apprentices he was generous and kind. He doted on Ceran, and his love was reciprocated. There are many legends, but I suspect he simply became trapped by the curse in some parallel realm. Like you, his love for Ceran inflicted the curse upon him, and even now he probably exists as yet another rubber doll in some hidden place.”

Giving this some thought, I asked, “Is there any image of him or his brother anywhere?”

“There was a statue of him in the court of his castle. It vanished in rather mysterious circumstances and has not been seen since. Why do you ask?”

“No real reason, but that one at least of those in the crypt is far older than Ceran in appearance …”

“I can assure you he is not in the crypt. I would know if he were.” Meridion smiled. “I shall find an image of him for you.”

Trefor and I descended the stairs to the crypt with our polish and suitable cloths. Without speaking, we walked to the first of the figure on each side of the door, knelt, kissed the erect penis, and then began to apply the special latex polish we had brought, taking care to lovingly polish each figure thoroughly. Once we’d completed the circle, we turned to Ceran, transformed ourselves, and bowed. Then as tenderly as our robotic movement permitted, we polished his rubber form until it shone like a mirror in the light of the crypt.

Taking my hand, Trefor spoke softly. 

“Ceran, we have learned the truth, and though we are now suffering the same curse, we want you to know that we now know we can suffer it gladly. While we live, we will care for all here until we too must join you in this chamber. My beloved Aled has restored my autonomy in this form, and we wish to show our thanks … as we did once before.” Touching my hand, he ordered, “Aled, give Ceran fellatio.”

I took my cue, positioned myself, then bent and took that large and well formed penis into my mouth as Trefor directed, then he, standing behind me, slid his magnificent erection into me and gave me the most wonderfully intense fuck while I gave the Rubber Ceran’s penis the best fellatio I could manage. When Trefor ejaculated into me, I kissed Ceran’s penis as he lifted me clear, his penis still in my anus. 

Withdrawing himself, he now impaled me on Ceran’s erection, and proceeded to give me ‘head’ until he induced an ejaculation in me. Then a strange thing happened. I ‘felt’ the penis filling my anus jerk and I ‘woke up.’ While I had been ‘aware’ of what Trefor was doing with me, I know ‘knew’ what he was doing and had done. I now had full control of my thoughts and my actions — even though I was still in my full rubber doll form.

In my ear there was a soft sigh, and a faint voice. 

“Thank you, Aled. Thank you, Trefor.” I heard Trefor gasp as the voice continued, “I cannot free you from the curse, and you will still transform to this state at every full moon, but at all other times, you will have all your faculties in this state.”

“Ceran?” Trefor asked. “You are alive?”

“Not in the manner you mean. In the form of the rubber doll, time has no meaning, It is as if we are in a state of suspended animation. When you are in your rubber form, your body does not ‘age’ at all. This is what extends our lives …” The voice was softer now. “We are all bound to this form now until the end of days, unless you can restore to our company Merthyn and the sons of the remaining two he hid. Care for us, talk to us and make love to us when you do, and join us here when it is time. Do not be afraid.” There was a chuckle, and a ripple of sound echoed round the chamber. “We will welcome you. You will have long lives in this world. Enjoy them.” He chuckled again. “Make mischief and enjoy it. Above all — celebrate your uniqueness.”

There was another ‘tremor’ in my anus, and a sigh.

“Thank you, Aled. Do this for all of us after each full moon, please. Both of you.”

I felt the unusual penis withdraw, and turned to face the figure of Ceran. 

“Thank you, Ceran.” I took Trefor’s hands and pulled him against my back. “We will do as you ask.” Leaning forward I kissed him, my mouth forming the O to match his. “Thank you.”

Trefor kissed him, then turned to face the other figures.

“I apologise for my anger toward you all … We will take care of your needs in future and look forward to the day we join you here.”

“We will welcome you …” The whisper faded, and Trefor hugged me.

“What do you want, my love,” he asked. Then he stopped. “We’re both still in our rubber form, yet we’re fully aware …”

“Yes, my love.” I kissed him. “So let’s find Meridion and tell him what’s happened, and then we can go to our apartment and discover what it is like to make love to one another when in full control of our rubber bodies.”

For the first time since I’d known Trefor as this gorgeous rubber doll, he threw back his head and laughed, full throated and filled with real enjoyment. Linking his arm to mine, he steered me toward the stairs.

 “First to Meridion then — but as we are. And then, my darling,” His mouth kissed mine. “To our apartment and a lovemaking beyond your wildest dreams.”

“Beyond?” I laughed, “Then, my love, I expect to be sent to Nirvana and back … my wildest dreams are pretty wild — especially now.”

Meridion looked up in surprise as we entered his library.

“Uncle, we have made a discovery.” Trefor squeezed my hand. “We went to the crypt to clean and polish … the figures.”

“I see. And yourselves by the shine of your bodies.” Meridion smiled, raising one eyebrow in query. “Tell me what you did, and what has happened to make you able to act and consider in your present state.”

“Aled kissed Ceran’s erection, and then took it into his mouth while I impregnated him.”  Glancing at me, he continued, “Suddenly I was able to think, but Aled was still constrained. I ‘heard’ someone say that I must impale Aled on Ceran’s erection, then use my mouth of Aled’s erection.” He hugged me. “Then we both ‘heard’ Ceran. He told us that we can never be completely released from the curse, but he has, somehow, restored to us the ability to be ourselves and to act freely even in this form.”

“There will be a price, Trefor.” Meridion sighed. “There always is with a curse of this type.”

“We know, Meridion.” I squeezed Trefor’s hand. “We must still accept that at the full moon we will be fully subject to the curse, and we promised to return to the crypt after each full moon and please all of those there …” 

“Ceran says they cannot return fully to life, unless we can bring Merthyn and two others to ‘restore’ their company. Until then we must all remain there, in a frozen state for eternity.” Trefor paused. “And that we will eventually be placed there with them …” 

“Ceran says …,” Meridion interrupted. “You may have invoked a demon in your actions. Ceran and his companions have been in that state, immovable for almost two hundred years — and given how they came to be that way. You should have exercised much more caution …”

“I don’t think it’s demonic, uncle.” Trefor showed annoyance. “I think I would recognise one — I’ve had several attempt to possess me at the full moon if you recall.” They frowned at each other. “This had a completely different feel — one of joy, relief even.”

“I must still insist on testing you, and investigating the crypt.” Meridion stood, and with a wave of his hand, said, “I abjure you, Trefor, and you, Aled, and bind you in place.”

Both of us froze, our rubber bodies immobilised as Meridion hurried from the room.

“I expected him to be annoyed,” Trefor chuckled. “Normally he would have just confined us, not bound.” He paused. “Have I ever told you that you are beautiful in this form?”

“Yes, my love, you have. Frequently.” I laughed. “But, until today, we weren’t really able to freely express ourselves like that. I will never forget the first time you showed yourself to me. You were absolutely stunning then and you still leave me breathless when I see you in this form.” I’d have kissed him, but couldn’t, bound by Meridian’s spell. “And I love you more each time we make love, my darling. More than ever now.”