The Cursed Doll

Chapter 5

It didn’t take a long for me to settle into life in Caer Meridion. Resembling the sort of ‘Tower House’ castle that litter the landscape (mostly as ruins) in the Scotland and Ireland of my ‘reality’, it was an amazing place, built on an inner court with a five storey tower in the angle between the Great Hall, and Meridian’s apartments. We occupied a a floor in a wing off the Great Hall, with the dungeon and Meridian’s ‘collection’ under lock and key two floors below us. It also housed the great ‘gate’ and the apartments for the small staff Meridion kept. The fourth Wing held the kitchen and several more staff apartments. As most of the people who worked and lived here dressed in the same tunic style garment that Trefor wore, some with ‘hose’ covering their legs, but most with just various styles of boots, I adopted the same outfit as Trefor, though I usually wore the jockstrap he’d given me beneath it. 

The dungeon below our wing held Trefor’s apartment for his full moon state, and the Tower held Meridian’s laboratory, his library and what he called a ‘refuge’. Trefor showed me the exhibits. Many were innocuous in appearance, jewelled knives, incredible swords, necklaces, a few tiaras and crowns. Some were hideous, and radiated evil, but the majority appeared ordinary in every sense of the word.

“Where is the cursed hood, beloved? The one …”

“Here,” turning me he pointed to a glass box containing a hood of heavy construction not unlike those described in BDSM catalogues as a ‘sensory deprivation’ hood with a ‘pipe gag’ opening at the mouth. “It fascinated me when I first saw it.” Giving a bark of laughter, he added, “Throughout my childhood I was exploring sexual games, and ‘forbidden pleasures’ with anyone who was interested. I discovered the thrill of naked bondage early and began puberty much earlier than others of my age.” Silent for a moment, he continued, “It got me into a great deal of trouble — especially after my parents died in a motor accident. The fosterers and orphanage people  … When my uncle brought me here, I was rebellious, angry and hurt. He forbade me to visit this chamber — so naturally I did. He warned me never to attempt to try any of the exhibits … But the hood was irresistible …”

“Did it immediately …?”

“It all happened in an instant.” He grimaced. “When I put it on, it immediately moulded to my face, and the opening you see at the back, closed itself, sealing it to my head. I panicked, but nothing I tried would release it. Then I felt my body changing …” He paused. “My uncle, alerted by some ward he’s placed on his collection, found me, still hooded, a rubber doll, crouched in that corner, on all fours, my butt and my mouth ready for use ... He removed the hood, but I remained a rubber doll for several days until he discovered that the only way to release me was for me to be used for sex by someone.” He laughed. “That presented a large problem, since even in this realm one is a ‘minor’ sexually until their sixteenth birthday, and I was more than three years below that!”

“So how …?”

“He found a youth I’d ‘played’ with in a foster home — in your realm — already a sexual predator and in need of refuge. He brought him here. Once I was restored to my human form, he devised a medication that prevented my assuming the doll form at all times outside the full moon. During the full moon, he brought other youths to use me and ensure I returned to the human state.” Touching my hand, he smiled. “None of them loved me, and all of them remember their visits only as very erotic dreams — you were the only person I knew who, even though plainly attracted to me, never made any demand upon me …” His smile was wistful. “The dolman was my hiding place, and yours … I sensed your longing, but was afraid you’d be repelled by what I became …” 

“My poor, beloved,” I said, taking his hand. “But, now I’m here, and I love you, and want you to have as much pleasure as I do from our love making.”

“Thank you, beloved.” He sighed.

Walking back to the door, I asked. “You said you panicked the first time you wore that hood. Have you worn it since?”

“Not physically.” He shivered. “But I know when the full moon is rising — I feel the hood on my head and know I can’t escape it.”

We walked out into the daylight of the courtyard together and seated ourselves at the fountain. Then he sighed.

“Aled, my love, Tonight is the first full moon since you arrived. I feel that cursed hood on my head already, and I know that this time I will not escape the ultimate and most intense bondage … the curse senses our love, I think, and will test us. Tonight you must watch what I become, and observe how I am used.” Pausing, he took my hand. “I want you to see it, because if the curse takes you, it is what you will experience  with me at every full moon …” His grip tightened. “It worries me that you … cannot imagine what it is like.”

“Then tell me, my darling. Tell me what it feels like as you change. Tell me what you feel as this beautiful rubber doll.” I kissed his face gently, surprised to feel that there seemed to be something between my lips and his rubber skin. “And if what you say is true, then at least I will know that what I feel and suffer is being suffered with you. I love you, Trevor. I would do so even in my own realm and if this curse did not exist. So tell me what it is like to change …”

For a moment he was silent, staring at the water.

“It begins in my penis. It hardens, solidifies, then spreads quickly through the rest of my body. I feel my anus opening, becoming a sort of rubber sleeve with muscles, I feel my mouth forming the ring, my tongue becoming more textured and flexible while my mouth becomes a sort of tubular sleeve. My sight changes — as I told you — and then I lose the ability to move myself, though not before I’ve adopted a kneeling position in which I can be fucked or suck someone’s cock. In this form I am aware of only two ‘states’ — either I am in use, or I am not. Time has no meaning, the only measure is the craving to be used, to be fulfilling my purpose to provide sexual pleasure to any man that desires it. And I feel everything with unbelievable intensity, beautifully intense — but without my own sexual release. That comes after the moon sets, and just before I return to my flesh form. The intensity of the release is why I must spend the time between the setting of the moon and the next rising moon in very strict bondage restraint. It’s the only way to prevent myself becoming so aroused I become trapped in my doll form.” He touched my hand. “Tonight, when I change, I want you to be there and to watch the change. I have no option but to remain like that, or to have my body repositioned by a user, for twelve hours. Longer if I am not used by enough men — I need the semen of at least eight or I will remain in that form.” 

“Wow.” I swallowed. “What happens if you don’t get enough?” 

“Then, my darling, I remain the rubber doll for the day or until I do get enough. It can be the full three days, each day intensifies what I will experience when I return to human form, and if, at the end of the three days, I have not met the prescribed number of cumloads, I remain in the doll form for the month. It has only happened to me twice … and once, when someone inserted a dildo into my anus as the moon set. That also prevents me changing back. It’s hell when that happens, though Meridion’s people are accommodating and ensure I do not go un-enjoyed — which is worse than anything.” He stared at the ground, then stood. “Come with me. I will show you the fate of the man who was inflicted with this curse and brought it on the rest of us. He and his lovers are in the crypt, and for all I know, still living and aware.” He led me to a small arched door, opened it and then down a spiral staircase. At the bottom we entered a circular arched chamber. “That’s him in the middle,” he said. “Ceran. I come down here after each Full Moon, and polish him — my revenge if you like.”

I studied the figure, short, muscular, and with a very large penis, his face, like Trefor’s when in his rubber form, showed little expression with his mouth forming the perfect O, though if you ignored that, his eyes and eyebrows appeared to indicate resignation. Looking at the other figures, I noticed the some were youthful, others of an age with the apparent age of Ceran. I counted them, there were eight figures around the walls, each shining black in the lamplight. All naked and all displaying erections and the open mouth Trefor had when rubber formed.

“Am I right that you need eight men’s semen because there are twelve friends afflicted? But why eight? Why not twelve?”

“Yes. And I don’t know why it is eight that I need to restore me.” He frowned. “Apparently they all protected and defended Ceran, and found that they could restore him by keeping him safe during the full moon and ensuring he was used as required — then they succumbed to the curse. I feel sorry for the others, Uncle Meridion says they all were ultimately seized and hidden in the their rubber forms, concealed and imprisoned by Merthyn’s enemy. Like Ceran, if I am not used for any reason during the full moon, I remain a rubber doll … Like his friends, deprived of sexual use, Ceran  remained locked in that form. My uncle eventually found him and his eight lovers — it was quite a task as Ceran had been walled up in a small tomb and the others hidden in various places — and brought them all together here.” He stroked the figure’s erection. “I’ve often wondered if they are still present, trapped forever in their rubber bodies, or, like the others just rubber statues.” He shivered. “Sometimes I think … they are still living, still listening, still …”

I stared at the figure, noting the mouth formed for fellatio, the erection and the beautifully formed butt cheeks, with the inviting opening just discernible. 

“When you transform, does your mouth form like that automatically?”

“Yes.” He grinned. “It’s the default form. I’m — we’re living rubber sex dolls like this, your cock a dildo, your butt a sleeved man pussy and your mouth the same — unless you really concentrate on speaking, it defaults straight to that when you’re aroused.”

I looked at the beautiful rubber figures, and asked, “Will we eventually join them here?”

“I hope so.” Trefor laughed, the sound loud in the still cool crypt. “I deserve it. My own stupidity invoked the curse and brought it down on my head, and potentially on yours.” He bent and kissed Ceran’s hefty penis. “Tonight you will witness what I have brought on myself — and on you if,” he gestured at the other figures, “the curse affects you as it did them.”

“Stop worrying about me, my darling Trefor. If it does, I will accept it — because I will then know and experience exactly what you do and it will be my pleasure to share your affliction. As for deserving this … Rubbish, you deserve all the love anyone can give you, and all the care I can manage.” Pulling him into an embrace, I kissed him, feeling his hardening desire. I grinned. “If you’re going to change … take me to our chamber, do it there and fuck me.”

“Too late,” he sighed, and became the shiny latex doll I had come to know.

“Then, my darling, fuck me here, and make me suck Ceran while you do it.” 

In his robotic manner, he stripped me, then placed me before the figure of Ceran, and I bent to take that heavy cock into my mouth, gripping the rubber figure’s hips as my beloved pressed his member to my opening and entered me. It was a very good fuck, and Ceran, in life, must have been quite a partner in sex. We walked back to our apartment to prepare for the moon rise naked and in silence, Trefor because he knew what he faced for the next few days, and me because I was still savouring a wonderful fuck and pondering the thought of joining Ceran and the other 'dolls' in the crypt at some, hopefully, distant date.