The Cursed Doll

Chapter 18

Between the four of us, Cerdic appeared. Seeing me, he smiled, then glanced at the others. “Greetings, Meridion. Your trust is not misplaced.” His massive penis stirred, and he moved awkwardly forward, his huge organ and, now obvious, equally huge scrotum making his movement difficult, to confront his brother and Ceran.

“It has been a long time, brother.” Cerdic’s gaze fixed in Ceran. “Ceran. Too long. Our enmity has brought nothing but pain to us and all our friends.” Reaching out he touched their faces gently. “We cannot completely undo what we have done, but we can, together, give our friends their self-will back in full at all times.”

“Welcome, Cerdic. Our actions were foolish, and our anger at one another worse. Can you forgive me for …?” We all ‘heard’ Merthyn.

“For this?” Cerdic gestured at his massive genitals, and laughed. “Until a fortnight ago, possibly not. Then Aled gave me what I had not enjoyed for a century or more. That he did so voluntarily gave me pause in my self-pitying anger. He must really love his friends — and you — to willingly accept my entering and stretching him to his limit.” Turning to my, he said, “Yes, Aled, you are elastic in this form, but there are limits. And you deserve to know why you have been locked in your doll state since …” He sighed. “My ejaculation has taken this long to be absorbed by your rubber body. As long as even a trace of it remained unabsorbed, you could not change. Has it been very difficult?”

“No, my lord,” I managed, despite the moon now having imposed the full curse again.

“I shan’t argue, Aled, though I suspect it has not been exactly enjoyable.” Turning to his brother, he continued, “Merthyn, I was wrong to trap Ceran like this, and then to use him to impose the curse on you and all your friends. I acted out of spite, jealousy, and then anger. Can you forgive me?”

A sigh ran through the chamber as Merthyn’s rubber form began to move, his arms rising to place his hands on Cerdic’s shoulders. His mouth closed, and slowly reformed. With a deep sigh, he said, “Cerdic, my beloved brother, I have spent these years longing for the moment I could once more see you, touch you, hold you, and tell you how much I have wanted to tell you I regret every moment of my anger at what happened between us that led to this. I forgive you … can you forgive me?”

Cerdic moved carefully, and Merthyn responded, the long years of immobility making him slow. They embraced, and over Merthyn’s shoulder, Cerdic asked, “And you Ceran? Can you forgive me for my jealousy and for what I did to you and these others?”

For a moment Ceran’s figure remained immobile, then slowly, he moved, his mouth reforming as he did. Placing one arm round Merthyn he slipped the other round Cerdic. 

As he did, the four of us felt something change. It was the full moon, and to this point all of us had been focussed on the need to be sexually enjoyed by all who wanted to do so. Now, though we were all still rubber, and knew we would remain so while the moon was visible, we no longer felt the compelling need to be ‘used’. 

“I can, my dear Cerdic. We were young, hot blooded, and maybe foolish. Now we are rejoined in friendship at least.” Ceran’s voice had a deep and musical quality. “Merthyn has forgiven all, and so do I.”

We all felt the change. Though we remained in our rubber doll state, we were now all aware of everything, our ability to act and respond restored. We four looked at each other and smiled as we tested our ability to move against our restraints. Despite this, our rubber form reasserted the fellatio form of our mouths as we relaxed and watched the scene. 

A sigh of agreement ran through the crypt and slowly all the figures began to move to wards the trio, until all of them had hugged Cerdic and then Merthyn and Ceran. Then their attention turned to the four of us still in our chains and anchored in place. Surrounding us, they each placed a hand on our shoulders.

“Our newest members are a little restrained, but perhaps we should ask if they are willing to forgive us all for their state?” Merthyn smiled, causing a remarkable change to his face and his mouth. “Especially as they have been so instrumental in giving us all this chance to undo at least a part of what have brought upon them as well as ourselves.”

“True,” Cerdic replied. “And in bringing me here. The moon being full, however, may make it difficult unless …” Taking his brother’s hand, he led him forward. “As we are reconciled, my brother, let us test the hold my curse still has. Trefor, Marc, Aled and Bryn, we bid you answer the question; Do you forgive us for your state, brought on all here, by our pride, our anger and my jealous hatred?”

Opposite me, I could see Trefor’s mouth reforming so he could speak, and knew that Bryn, Marc and my own mouths were doing the same. Slowly we all triumphed, and almost simultaneously said, “Yes, we forgive you, Cerdic, and you Merthyn.”

“The curse will not release us fully, Cerdic,” Merthyn frowned. “We will always be these rubber dolls, that will not change. But the curse no longer compels our total submission. We may not be released entirely, but it no longer controls us when we are in this form.” He smiled. “And our friends will need to fulfil their need.”

“That is true.” Meridion agreed. “Aled in particular will need the release after so long bound to this form.”

“I must first return to my lair,” Cerdic said. “I cannot remain here, it would be dangerous for all of you. And for me. While you, in your rubber form do not age, I do, when I am here.” His face showed sadness, as he explained. “In my anger and hatred I made many enemies. They will have sensed my return and be looking for me. If I remain you will all be in danger.”

“May we visit you?” Trefor asked. “Perhaps we can maintain a link.”

“I would welcome that,” Cerdic paused. “For many reasons, but only if you wish to do so, and only if Meridion is satisfied you cannot be tracked to my citadel.” Reaching out to his brother, he added, “I know you cannot visit, Merthyn, but perhaps …?”

“Of course, Cerdic. While I cannot come to you, perhaps …” He stopped as Ceran put a hand on his rubber arm. 

“But we can visit, my beloved. Meridion sent Aled, and he can send any one of us.” He glanced at us and then at Meridion. “Now that we are no longer fully controlled by our rubber state, we are not fully bound to this place. I, for one, would gladly offer Cerdic the service of my body for his relief and companionship …” He paused, smiling at Merthyn. “I have been this rubber doll for longer than any here, the origin and the cause of this dispute and of the curse. If it will ease the pain you and Cerdic have experienced as a result … I will join Trefor and his friends in offering myself to visit when Cerdic needs us. He should not be denied the love and the pleasure of companionship.”

A murmur of agreement ran round the crypt and for a moment Cerdic was speechless. Before he could speak the oldest of the rubber figures, Gryl, stepped forward, and to our amazement, transformed into his flesh and blood form. He smiled as he drew a deep breath.

“I had forgot how it felt to be human,” he said. “Ceran is right. If Cerdic cannot remain with us, then we must go to him.” Taking his lover’s hand, he said, “We have all endured, and the rubber form has preserved us.” Turning to the four of us, he smiled. “Our friends should remain here, as our anchor to this world until it is time for them to join us. You, Merthyn, should not remain separated from your twin — you are two halves of a whole, and separation is what has held us all in thrall.”

“I agree, though it might be better to visit only, as Aled did, for a day at a time.” Meridion stepped forward. “There you can all have complete freedom, and you, Merthyn and Cerdic, can rediscover one another.”

“And you, Meridion?” Cerdic asked. “We have our reconciliation to celebrate, but what will you have? The curse I placed is now ended. It will afflict no others, but the curse Tethra inflicted on you remains, does it not?”

For a long moment, Meridion made no response. For the first time I realised that for as long as I’d lived in Caer Meridion, I’d never seen Meridion show any desire for sex, even when we were under the influence of the full moon. Though we were often naked in his presence — especially when we were between human and doll forms — I had never seen him in anything but his working robes, his immaculate suits when visiting ‘my’ realm, or, as now his full formal regalia.

“It does, but I have learned to manage it.”

“Do you wish to be relieved of it? We have, between Merthyn and I, the power to modify it sufficiently to give you the relief of love. Neither one of us could counter it on our own, but together we may — and we owe you at least the attempt for your care, your loyalty, and your compassion.” Cerdic waited.

“I have endured it for so long …” Meridion paused. “Tethra had a taste for inflicting upon his subjects forms from mythology.” He smiled gently. “In my case, as in yours, Cerdic, the form he chose … repels most of those I have loved. Only one has endured and tells me it makes no difference to him, but I fear for his, and others, safety if I …”

“And I frequently tell you, there is no need, my dear Master.” Edwyn appeared in front of Meridion. “I serve you, Master Meridion, because I swore to do so, and I did that because I love you and have since the day you took me into your service as a serving boy.” He looked around the figures gathered. “Master Meridion has shown nothing but love and compassion for all of us in his service, and all of us know the difficulty imposed on him by Tethra’s transforming curse.”

“Like our curses, faithful Meridion, we can modify it and ensure it brings you and your lover no further harm, but it cannot be reversed. Before he died, Tethra ensured that by his hatred.” Merthyn spoke gently, his blank eyes on Meridion and Edwyn. “I knew that when I rescued you, and attempted to remove it.”

“You have endured it, Meridion, and not allowed yourself to fall into the rage and hatred it was intended to awaken in you.” Cerdic paused. “That will make it easier to remove if we combine our powers.” Glancing at his twin, he said, “Join hands with me, my brother, and we will do it.”

Merthyn extended his rubber hand, and they faced Meridion. He shuddered, then smiled and bowed, his arm reaching out to Edwyn. 

“Thank you,” he said, his voice gentle as Edwyn embraced him. “Thank you, Cerdic and Merthyn. You were right, it needed you both, but it also needed the faith and support of my beloved, Edwyn. My faithful Edwyn … My fearless Edwyn who has endured the beast I became under the curse and frequently hurt him.”

For the first time under the full moon, Trefor, Bryn, Marc and I embraced those who came to use and enjoy our bodies, free to suggest ways to make their pleasure, and ours, more enjoyable, and to fully enjoy being used for their pleasure. Even being secured for our recovery was pure pleasure and this was repeated the following night.

At Bryn’s suggestion we four presented ourselves to the Dungeon Master for the third night. The moon rose as we stood before him and we transformed.

“You all want to submit yourselves to our full control?” He asked.

“Call it a thanks offering,” Trefor replied, having reformed his mouth to speak. “Though we must assume this form whenever we are aroused, we are now free to enjoy it and to offer ourselves to any who finds us useful and enjoyable like this.” He grinned. “As Aled says, we’re quite elastic, and can be very flexible …”

“Then come with me,” the Dungeon Master summoned his acolytes. “Secure our guests in the slave restraints and take them to the Dungeons. Then summon the Masters.” He smiled as he watched me submit to being secured in a slave belt and ankle hobble, the bulge in his codpiece indicating his arousal. “Take Aled to my special dungeon.”