The Cursed Doll

Chapter 17

The scene flickered and I stumbled, rattling my chains as I landed in a large crystal lined cavern. At first it appeared empty, then I realised that round the walls were a range of devices designed to restrain a person in a variety of positions for sex. They included several variations on bondage thrones, gynaecological couches, standing, kneeling and sitting stockades, a variety of padded benches and couches. As I made to move, heavy chains attached themselves to my ankle cuffs and secured me to the floor where I stood.

For a moment nothing more happened, then I ‘heard’ a voice in my head. I sensed a presence behind me, but couldn’t turn to face him.

“Why are you here, Aled? Who sent you to me? Why do you disturb my solitude?”

My mouth refused to reform from it’s fellatio sleeve. I’d been warned this might be the case, so I focussed on ‘thinking’ a reply.

“I am sent by Meridion the Mage. He sends me with a message for Cerdic, I bring a message from Merthyn to his brother.”

“I remember Meridion.” There was a pause. “What has my brother sent you for? I see you are one of those under the curse I placed on Ceran. Are you content to be a mere toy for others?” Pausing, the ‘voice’ continued, “My brother and I were always in competition, always striving to be superior, dominant … You see where it led us.”

He moved to stand immediately behind me. “I have been alone here since … Time does not pass for me in the normal manner here. Has my brother aged?”

“Not that I have seen, sir. He is, like Ceran and the others, fixed now in his rubber form — as I am here.”

“So he suffers the result of our feud as I do.” A sound like amusement followed. “Have they sent you to offer me the use of you for my pleasure? The pleasure so long denied me by my brother’s revenge?”

“I agreed to be sent to you, sir, to deliver your brother’s message, and for your use should you desire it. I surrendered myself to the curse to be with my beloved Trefor, my lover, and gave myself in love to him. I came here freely of my own will to be Merthyn’s messenger. If you desire the use of me for your pleasure, I offer myself for that use willingly even though, as I know, you could take it anyway since I cannot, under your curse, refuse.” I sensed his curiosity and his overpowering desire. Emboldened, I offered, “I am a fully rubber sex mannequin, sir. My orifices can fully accommodate your organ in any position you desire, restrained or unrestrained.”

Suddenly the chains vanished and I was strapped onto one of the gynaecological couches, my legs raised on the leg supports and spread wide. A figure resembling Merthyn materialised between my legs, his ‘aura’ crimson with desire and his monstrous penis rigid. In the flesh it looked bigger than the dildo I had prepared myself on. . 

“Merthyn did this to me — retaliation for the curse I placed on him and his lover. He did not intend this to be permanent and nor did I, but I had framed my original curse in jealous rage and malice, so he cast this curse in anger, inadvertently we both made our curses irreversible. In our anger we started a war, Aled, and caused injury to all our friends and many others.” Caressing my butt, he said, “I will test your ability, young Aled,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle as he pressed his huge glans, at least as big as a baby’s head, to my opening. “It is a century at least since my last …”

“Thank you, my lord,” I thought spoke, as he began to enter me, unable to reform my mouth for speech. “I am yours for your pleasure …”

My opening stretched. There was no pain as he slid deeper, but the sensations inside me as he stretched and filled me were unlike anything the dildo had produced. I could feel myself stretching, embracing, accommodating his enormous organ. He seemed astonished and amused as he sank his full impressive length into my anal sleeve.

“Tell me what you feel,” he ordered.

“Pleasure, my lord,” I managed, my ability to think clearly becoming difficult. The ‘head’ of his penis seemed to be somewhere in my chest, while my anus felt entirely displaced and the sensation in my own penis made thought impossible. “Enjoy me, Lord Cerdic. Fuck your toy, it submits itself to your needs …”    

He took it slowly, enjoying every moment, and when he’d cum — an unbelievably large amount — he lingered, then gently withdrew. For a while he said nothing, just standing there contemplating me as I tried to re-engage my brain.

For a while after he withdrew, he said nothing. I could feel my anal sleeve returning to its normal dimensions, though, internally, I sensed that I now held a very large amount of his sperm. Then he gestured, and now I was on hands and knees, my anal sleeve now filled by a rigid dildo, and my body held in position by iron stocks.

“Can you give me ‘head’, I wonder?” He said, pressing his enormous glans to my oral opening.

“Yes, Master.” I thought spoke. “It is possible …”

“Thank you, Aled,” he said, gently, withdrawing. “You’re a victim of my and my brother’s feud, yet you serve us both willingly. I banished myself to this place because my presence in our realm was too dangerous for everyone. I allowed the dark magic to possess me in my anger, and that is dangerous for more than the one possessed. It was my hope that Ceran would be my companion once he became the doll, but in my anger I failed to consider the full implication of the curse for both Ceran and my brother ... You may return to Merthyn and your lover Trefor, and tell my brother I will come to him. It is time to put our enmity to rest.” His smiles amused. “You will remain in this state until I come to Caer Meridion. A sign that we are not yet reconciled.”

The cavern vanished, and I landed with a thump in the chamber from which I had departed, the chains restored. Being rubber, I bounced several times, though without injury, before coming to rest in my kneeling to serve position. As I struggled to rise, Meridion and Trefor materialised, their relief plain. But Trefor’s turned to shock when I signalled that I could not revert to flesh.

“What did he do to you?” Demanded Meridion. 

Signalling that I could only ‘think speak’ I took Trefor’s hand and explained what I had found, what Cerdic had done, and his promise to come to Caer Meridion. He repeated what I ‘thought spoke’ word for word to Meridion who frowned.

“Did he say when he intended to come?”

I shook my head, saying in my thoughts, “I think it is not easy for him to do so. He said his return to this realm might be dangerous for us all. He decreed that I will remain like this until he comes to Merthyn. He did not say when he would come.” I squeezed Trefor’s hand. “He is bigger than the dildo, beloved, and I am still full of his cum …”

“Take Aled to Merthyn.” Frowning he continued, “He is right, it might be dangerous for him to return, there are many who would be very angry if he did, and others who would seek to use his power …”

“Come, beloved.” Trefor hugged me and transformed into his doll form. “Let’s go to Merthyn. I will stay like this as long as you must.”

Taking my hand he helped me out of the room and across the courtyard to the crypt. As I moved I could still feel that huge penis stretching me, filling me, dominating me … and the cum he’d discharged into me seemed to glow inside me, filling me with desire and pleasure …

“I hope my lover and master intends to make use of me as long as I must remain his doll …” I thought.

Taking me into an embrace, he applied his oral opening to mine, and I heard him ‘say’ gently, “If that is your desire, my darling. It will be as always our pleasure.” 

Merthyn’s resemblance to Cerdic was striking, at least in the face and the physique. The difference in their genitals was even more noticeable. Merthyn’s penis was sheathed, and fixed to his pubic mound in the manner of a dog’s, though it was also thicker and somewhat heavier, as was his scrotum. By contrast, as I knew, Cerdic’s genitals were human, but of gigantic proportions.  

Bowing to Merthyn, I ‘thought spoke’ a greeting and conveyed Cerdic’s message that he would come to Caer Meridion.

“Has he companions in his lair?”

“None that I saw, sir. He implied he was alone and has been for a long time.” Pausing I added, “I hope I brought him some comfort.”

“I am certain of it, Aled.” Merthyn paused. “You are locked in your doll form? Did he impose this on you?”

“Yes, sir, but only until he comes to you. He feels that his return will bring danger and a return of the strife to this world, so will come only when he feels it safe to do so.”

“Then we shall hope it is soon — for your sake, Aled. The longer you are locked in that form, the harder it will be to resume your humanity.”

“He will come, sir.” The knowledge of when sprang into my head. “At the full moon.”

The two weeks leading up to the full moon were difficult for me. In the ‘doll’ state, I crave sexual use. It is my ‘function’ to be used for pleasure by any and every man who wants to use me. Trefor, having imposed upon himself the same restriction, suffered the same desire, but with the ‘freedom’ of action we had previously won and enjoyed, while I had reverted to the former restricted state of not being able to initiate contact or action with a user.

At Meridian’s instruction the apprentices and servants to the castle ensured I was never long without a user. Bryn and Marc helped Trefor keep me in use through the nights while the castle slept, but by the second week, it was causing disruption for the normal activity in the community. Then Bryn had a stroke of genius.

“Would it work if we put him in heavy restraints and invite the Dungeon Masters to train their apprentices on him?” He asked.

Meridion considered as he contemplated me. I ‘heard’ him ask me. “What do you wish, Aled? You have not ejaculated since you returned. Would it help to be given over to the Dungeon Masters?”

I recalled the array of bondage furniture, restraints, devices and garments in the crystal cavern and ‘knew’ the answer. I thought spoke my answer.

“Yes, Master. It is a test for me. A test of my total submission. Give me to the Dungeon Masters for their use until the full moon.”

“What do you think, Trefor?” Meridion asked.

“Send us both, uncle,” my beloved Trefor answered. “But tell them I must be plugged or gagged at all times so I cannot revert and will reach the same state as Aled.”

“Very well.” Meridion paused, then addressed Bryn and Marc. “Take Aled to the dungeon and place him in full restraint. Trefor as well. Do not plug or gag them, let the Dungeon Master do that when I have consulted him. You will find a pair of suitable bondage suits in the dungeon. Make sure they are both rendered helpless.”

He vanished and Bryn and Marc ‘went doll’. Taking my arm, Bryn thought spoke.

“This way, Aled. We have work to do to prepare you for the Dungeon Masters enjoyment.”

“Thank you, sir.” I responded, hoping he might use his gorgeous penis on me at some point. 

He didn’t, and his efficiency at fitting me into the bondage suit, despite his doll state, showed he’d had, at some time, a lot of experience of this. When the Dungeon Master and his assistants arrived in our dungeon I was an immovable ‘pillar’ of belts, cuffs, straps, locks and chains. So was Trefor. Only our anal sleeves and mouths remained unrestricted. Our rubber erections were encased in heavy metal cages and inaccessible.

“Enjoy yourself,” Bryn thought spoke. “Fuck, I envy you …”

The Dungeon Master smiled as he saw us. “Very good.” To his assistants, he said. “Hood them, take them to the prepared dungeon and let their torment commence.” Indicating Bryn and Marc, he asked Meridion. “These two seem to have enjoyed themselves. They should be punished. May I?”

“Appropriate I think.” Meridion smiled. “They may wait in the crypt.” 

“Good idea.” The dungeon master gestured, and both Marc and Bryn were suddenly wearing gags and a lower body harness holding the same sort of cage that we wore on our genitals and I guessed their anal sleeves were now well filled by large dildos. 

“Oh shit …” I heard Bryn ‘say’ as we were lifted and placed within a pentagram. 

Then the dungeon changed, and Trefor and I were stood in a huge cavernous chamber. From what I could see it contained every one of the restraint devices I had seen in Cerdic’s cavern, and knew I — we — were going to be used in every single one. The Dungeon Master materialised in front of us and smiled.

“Welcome to your home for the next four days. You will be used to instruct the apprentices in the art of preparing and placing submissive in unusual and exotic positions for the use of their masters. They will be rewarded for creativity and imagination, and punished for poor performance. While here, you do not have names, you do not have a power to resist or refuse any request or instruction.” Stepping back, he addressed a slim Master stood to one side. “This one is yours Rope Master. I believe he may be suitable for the position you suggested you have developed a tie for?”

The Rope Master smiled. “I believe you are right, Master. He is exactly the right proportions for it.” Gesturing to his assistants, he ordered, “Take him to my laboratory and strip him.”     

An hour later I had been tied into a rolled up configuration, my own penis filling my oral sleeve, and position so that my anal opening was raised and presented in a positioned to be used. I wasn’t left unfilled in that opening for long. It was an instructive period as the Rope Master demonstrated the art of tying a subject in a wide range of exotic and erotic positions. In each new position, the apprentice who had been tasked with the tying of me, was given the opportunity to enjoy me sexually. 

As day followed day, neither Trefor nor I was left unused for any interval longer than ten minutes — the time it took for one Master to hand over to the next. The range of bondage furniture and the positions in which we could be placed for sexual torment seemed limited only the limits imposed by our bodies. Even a rubber doll has its limits. Trefor’s constant ‘thought’ speak contact helped remind me that I would soon be restored to a more autonomous state, but we were both aware that at the full moon we would join Bryn and Marc once more as pure dolls, for me an extension …

“They have been fantastic assets to our training schedule,” the Dungeon Master told Meridion as he returned us to Caer Meridion in the late afternoon of the full moon. “If they are willing, we would welcome their allowing us to use them in our future classes.”

“That is a choice for them to make,” Meridion replied. “Let us see what transpires in the next days. If, as I hope, the curse is broken, or at the least allows them more freedom, they may find participation attractive.” Smiling, he added, “I know they find some, at least, of your art stimulating.”

It was true — all of us found bondage and restraint for sex exciting. It was more than just the curse imposed restriction, though that was a part of it. Trefor thought spoke to me his agreement, adding, “After the fun of the last four days …” His amusement was clear, “I’m certainly going to volunteer, my love. I hope you agree.”

“If my master wishes …” I thought, still fully bound by the curse. “It is my function to be used for the enjoyment of others, Master.”

“Oh damn … No, Aled …” 

I sensed he wanted to say more, but now Marc, Bryn and several others joined us and we submitted to being dressed in sets of chains like those I had worn to be sent to Cerdic. 

“Take them down to the crypt. Cerdic will arrive there after the moon rises,” Meridion ordered. “The chains will hold them anchored as they are now when the moon rises.”

“Come on, Aled,” Bryn took my arm and shuddered as he transformed. “Oh damn …” his further speech cut off as his mouth assumed the form for fellatio.

“Chain them as well,” Meridion ordered Edwyn and his companions. “Take them to the crypt and secure them as Cerdic instructed.”

The air shivered, and we were in the crypt, our ankle chains attached to iron rings in the floor facing each other in a square so I face Trefor and Marc faced Bryn. As soon as we were secure Edwin and the others left, and Meridion appeared, impressive in his full regalia, his staff in hand.

“The moon will rise in four minutes,” he announced. “It will bind you four, and Cerdic will appear between you. His business is with his brother, Merthyn.” Turning to Merthyn, he said, “The outcome of this now depends on you, my friend, and on you, Ceran. I shall remain here, ready to bind you all if there is any sign of renewal of the anger and hatred that brought us all to this state.”

“There will be none from us,” we all ‘heard’ Merthyn and Ceran ‘say’. Merthyn continued, “I have every desire to see you restored, Meridion, my faithful apprentice and friend. If we achieve nothing else, let it be that.”

“What will be, will be.” Meridion bowed. “He comes.”