The Cursed Doll

Chapter 11

  It was late in the afternoon when we emerged and met Bryn and Marc, now dressed in tunics as we were, for a very late ‘lunch’ snack and coffee. Edwyn had evidently been charged with taking care of them and smiled as he told us they’d made their decision.

“Yes,” exclaimed Bryn, holding Marc’s hand. “We don’t want to have to go back to …” He hesitated, glancing at Marc. “The reason we were still in the Club is … well, our pay wasn’t enough … anyway, we often, er, entertained after closing. We’d just let our ‘guests’ out when …” Shrugging he finished, “We were in that crypt with …”

“We had to do it at the club,” Marc explained. “We shared a mattress on the floor in a room we rented above a Take-away shop …”

“Why the hell didn’t you guys ..?” Hugging them both, I kissed their cheeks. “Damn, if I’d known …”

“It’s okay, Aled. You didn’t know and we were too busy keeping out of the drug scene and keeping our heads down. With the money we got this way, we hoped …” Marc hugged his lover. “Anyway, I guess we’ve forfeited that. It wasn’t much, but it was a start.”

“It can be ‘recovered’,” Edwyn said. “We have little use for money here, but it can be accredited to your power value.” He saw their blank expressions. “It’s our way of contributing to our communities. We accumulate magical power, and can share it or assign it to each other. You’ll discover how it works as you settle here.” Turning to us, he added, “Meridion has been busy in the crypt with his spirit glass … it has, he says, been informative.”

“It has indeed,” Meridion materialised at the door. Smiling at our newcomers, he continued, “I have talked with Ceran and Merthyn — and their companions. They thank you, Trefor and Aled, for reuniting Merthyn with them and look forward to greeting you when you can visit them.” Joining us at the table, he addressed the newcomers. “Bryn, Marc, welcome to our community. I am sure Aled and Trefor will soon make you feel at home and show you the portals they use to visit your world from time to time.”

“Thanks, sir.” Marc coloured. “Um, we were wondering about …”

“Yes, I expect you were. I shall leave it to Trefor and Aled to discuss it with you, but, as I insisted with Aled, you must first see what they become at the full moon, and what they endure before committing yourselves and surrendering to the curse … There are two ways — the cursed hood, or giving yourself to one of the accursed as the full moon rises.” Draining his coffee, he continued, “I have finally learned the key to the trigger for restoring autonomy to those affected by the curse. It is a simple one. Consciously, or unconsciously the person has to be wanting to give himself entirely to his affected lover.” He regarded the four for a moment. “Trefor, a desperately unhappy boy, wanted to escape his loneliness. Aled loved Trefor and gave himself … you two must yet find your own path.”

“So Ceran was Merthyn’s lover?”

“He was. Cerdic was angry and jealous. Enraged at what he thought was his childhood friend’s betrayal, and he cast the curse in his rage. On Ceran, and on the friends of any who offered themselves to Ceran. He included any descendants who copulated with any of those affected at the full moon. When Merthyn learned of it, he was angry and retaliated. The ‘war’ was vicious and people on both sides suffered. When it was over, Merthyn tried to amend the curse, and failed. For a while he continued to live with them and continued to try to resolve the curse and remove it, but the friends of Cerdic kidnapped and hid Ceran’s friends to prevent its resolution. Now we’ve reunited them, and Merthyn has revealed the only way we can end the curse.” He paused, smiling. “I think you will find the position Ceran has chosen to be joined to his beloved in enlightening.” Standing he smiled, “Now I must take a little rest myself. Edwyn, I’ve a fresh task for you. Bryn, Marc, I’m sure I can safely leave you with Trefor and Aled. No doubt you have much to discuss.”

As the door closed behind them, Bryn grinned. “Please tell me this isn’t a dream. That this is real, that you guys really are, um, these rubber dolls …”

“We’re real alright. Sometimes a little too real,” Trefor put his hand on mine. “Shall we take a walk? It’s almost sunset and the full moon is exactly five days, eight hours and fourteen minutes away.”

We both laughed at their expressions.

“You really know when the full moon …?” Marc asked. Frowning, he added, “I can understand needing to know the sunset …”

“When you’re at it’s mercy …” Trefor smiled. “Yes, we do know. You don’t want to be in the wrong place when it hits! And it’s not just after sunset. The moon doesn’t follow a twenty-four hour ‘day’ the way the solar day is, so there’s a bit of a lag. Sometimes it rises in daylight and other times it sets long after dawn. Either way it’s a bugger to be caught in the wrong place when it does.”

“Hadn’t thought of that,” Marc replied, still frowning. “And it’s not the same as a calendar month …”

“Yeah, so we have thirteen full moons to keep track of.” Trefor stood. “Would you guys like to see a bit more of the place? I expect Edwyn’s shown you most of it.” 

With the full moon approaching Trefor and I did our best to prepare ourselves and our friends for what they would see. At Trefor’s suggestion Bryn and Marc would be included in the ‘teams’ Meridion had arranged to use us for their enjoyment, and we’d given them a small foretaste of what sex with us was like. It had been quite an eye opener for them both …

With everything prepared, we relaxed in the apartment Trefor and I shared answering questions our friends still had. The weather being wet, we had decided to let the moon take us in the dungeon, and now we were preparing to descend. 

“How much can you feel on your, um, skin if someone touches you?”

“Depends on the touch.” Trefor answered. “And where. It’s not the same as you feel normally. It’s more like something applying pressure, not a ‘feel’ as such — except when it comes to your prick, your butt and, of course, your mouth.”

“You missed our nipples,” I teased. “He always forgets your nipples — until you play with his. They’re hot wired to your crotch I think. Mine are anyway.”

Entering the dungeon, with its pentagram already in place, we teased the pair as they submitted to being stripped, placed in protective chastity, and placed in the prepared bondage. Then it was our turn to strip and step into the pentagram hand in hand. Once in place, we kissed, turned to face Bryn and Marc, and grinned as the candles at the five points ignited and the sigils glowed. 

“See you guys later … Enjoy the show … “Trefor’s voice ceased as the rubber reached his face, his mouth forming the open O for fellation as we both slowly knelt and became a pair of rubber sex dolls …

From my position on hands and knees I had a view of Bryn and Marc in their restraints on the padded wall as I was fucked, my ‘dildo’ erection enjoyed by others beneath me, and my mouth fucked. In our rubber form we are, like the dolls sold in many sex shops, ‘sleeved’ in our mouths and anuses. Both sleeves are self lubricating and the semen discharged into us is absorbed — through quite how is something we just accept. Every ejaculation into us seems to raise the desire for more, and what is notable is that the more use made of us, the brighter our rubber ‘skin’ is polished. 

That Bryn and Marc were aroused by the sight of our being enjoyed was obvious. Several times I registered that both of them had spontaneously ejaculated. In myself I noticed that something was different. I was far more aware of the sex I was getting, and the stimulation, while as intense as ever, it was also much more enjoyable even though I was always ‘on the edge’ of ejaculation, but denied it. The difference was that I was aware of what was happening around me, and the arousal and enjoyment of those using me. This was new, and made being in this position, if not a pleasure, then enjoyable.

I felt something like regret when I was lifted and secured the our ‘recovery’ couch, but very glad of the release when I transformed back to my human state and my hyper stimulated penis erupted …

Late in the afternoon, I awoke, still heavily restrained, to find Bryn attending to my comfort. Next to me Trefor looked across and smiled.

“Something’s changed,” he said. “Did you feel it too?”

“Yes,” I managed. “I was much more aware …” Smiling as he grinned, I added, “Okay, I admit it — I enjoyed it.”

“Same,” he said. “Intense, but … yes, you’re right, it was enjoyable. It was as if I was sharing the fun …” 

“How do you ..?” Bryn, glanced between us. “What are you guys saying? I mean you were … um, just there, and everyone …”

“Yes, we were.” Trefor considered. “I can’t explain the difference, Bryn. Maybe once the moon starts to wane … It’s as if we’re still just the rubber dolls, but able to enjoy the sex … not just being used for it and storing up the sensations.”

There was a difference, and it became clearer on our second night. This time the Apprentices had their free night, and I found I thoroughly enjoyed their inventive uses and the games they indulged in with my doll body. And the third night was even better, possibly because Bryn and Marc were allowed exclusive use of us for the last hour of the full moon.

Transforming in my now accustomed restraints on the couch, I drank the elixir Edwyn administered as soon as it was offered, my penis still tumescent, but now drained. I was exhausted, and still tingling with the stimulation of three days of sexual activity, and, of course, the many loads of cum I’d absorbed. The hormonal ‘war’ this triggers in my system is something else …

“Where’s Trefor?” I managed.

“Right here, my love.” He sounded as exhausted as I felt.

“We promised Ceran … But I’m still …”

“I know.” Pausing, he took a deep breath. “He’ll know, and I think will forgive us if we wait until tonight.”