The Cursed Doll

Chapter 7

The day before the full moon Trefor was uncharacteristically moody, snapping at everyone for the least offence. With Meridion we’d agreed to perform my act of submission on the roof above the Tower, where we would be in the full light of the rising moon. Meridian’s research confirmed my own, that the curse would, if Trefor fucked me at  the moment the moon rose, impose itself on me as well. Our plan was for us to be fused together in the act of copulation, and then to be enjoyed by as many as wished to use us in this unusual position. 

We’d planned it with care. A suitable divan had been placed on the roof, and we joined Meridion there at sunset. Both of us were naked and nervous. We had an audience as well … sixteen men invited to witness our change, and then to make full use of our doll bodies for their pleasure.

Hand in hand, we watched the sun dip below the horizon, then walked to the other side of the roof looking toward where the moon would rise. Already in his doll form, Trefor looked magnificent in the twilight, his rubber ‘skin’ glistening.

“The moon will appear very shortly, beloved. I can feel it.” Trefor whispered, his nervousness making his arousal weaken, but he was losing his control as he asked, “Are you sure …?”

“Absolutely, my love. I want this so that we can be joined in this cursed state. Now, kiss me, and then let’s do it. You must be fully inside me when the moon rises.”

His kiss was tender, despite his rubber form. Then I lay on the divan and raised my legs, as he pushed his rigid rubber dildo of a cock into my welcoming anus. I wrapped my legs over his rubber back and locked them, watching as his mouth formed the doll face O that transformed him completely into the rubber doll. 

“”The moon is rising beloved …” I managed, and felt my penis and then my scrotum change. The sensation was incredible and drew a gasp from me as my legs lost rigidity, but tightened over him, even as my anal sphincter tightened on his penis. The sensation of non-rigid solidity spread up my arms and I saw them change to the same shiny black that was Trefor, then my mouth formed the surprised O that matched Trefor’s and my eyes no longer ‘saw’ the details around us. 

As he had said, it was like ‘seeing’ an infrared image. As the men moved closer, their aroused genitals and their desire came into sharp focus. I was seeing a range of colours I had not seen before. Intense, bright and sharp as I watched the moon rise behind my beloved Trefor. It was as Trefor had described, and it became clearer and sharper and the colours intense. My own penis, rigid against Trefor’s abdomen, tingled as the cool air wafted between us, and the sensation in my anus was indescribable. My body, for the most part, didn’t exist, my genitals and my anus was another matter …

I heard Meridion saying, “Aled will be joined to Trefor for the whole of this lunar ‘day’. His penis is accessible, and so is his mouth as you can see. Trefor’s anus is available, and so is his mouth, though perhaps you ought to be aware that the act of copulation with him will be transmitted directly into Aled.” I heard him pause, then add, “It is important that they both receive at least eight ejaculations from different individuals …”

And now I understood what Trefor had tried to describe about this state. Thought and comprehension were impossible, my entire focus was on being used for the sexual enjoyment of the men around us. I could see what was happening, and was all too aware of how aroused I was, and of every touch to my penis, my anus and my mouth. I was a solid rubber sex doll, unable to move, unable to initiate the sexual contact I desired, and focussed only on the need to be filled with the semen of the men around me. My only thoughts were on the sexual stimulation I was receiving and giving; my only purpose was to be used by men for their pleasure. 

We were not kept waiting long … 

With no thought in my mind but to please as many penises as were offered I remained impaled on Trefor’s penis feeling the intense sensations as man after man fucked him, their movements transmitted into me. Penis after penis filled my mouth and filled me with their cum. My own penis got plenty of use as well, though I could not release a single ejaculation, and above me I could see Trefor’s mouth receiving plenty of use. 

The moon sailed majestically above us, bathing us in it’s silver light as the night progressed. For me it was the only indication of the passage of time as the intensity of the desire to ejaculate grew in my rubber groin.

Vaguely I was eventually aware of the growing light behind Trefor, and of our being lifted, and moved to the dungeon. There I was secured, still joined to Trefor by his solid penis, to one of the restraint couches.

“As soon as Trefor transforms he will begin his ejaculations. They must go into Aled. When Aled ejaculates it must be captured,” I heard Meridion instruct the men around us. “But Aled may remain in this state, if so, he must be fully restrained and left until Trefor is able to provide what is needed.”

I’d anticipated this, as I’d discovered a small detail about the origin of the curse, and the cursed hood. Once I’d shown it to Meridion he had searched further and found the truth of it. The Mage named Cerdic had created the hood. It was an act of pure spite that had cursed Ceran to spend eternity as a rubber doll for the sexual pleasure of others — and a way to strike at Ceran’s lover and Cerdic’s own twin brother. The intention being to render them both to this state, filled with desire for each other but unable act autonomously to fulfil it. It appeared that Ceran had found a way to give his lover the autonomy Trefor and I lacked — by giving himself entirely to his lover’s control. The idea that this may be the way to free Trefor had come to me as I sucked Ceran’s cock and my rubber lover fucked me. 

I had now bound myself to Trefor as his rubber doll toy …

Above me, Trefor moaned, thrust into me and his stored up ejaculations began. His cum filled me and he shuddered in his restraints with each massive discharge while, beneath him, I remained in the rubber form of the doll I had become. I felt him being removed, and heard his protests as they forced him into restraints on the adjoining couch.

“Aled,” He cried. “Aled! Why is he not changed?”

“Easy, Trefor, Easy. It will take a few minutes yet. He bound himself to you in last night’s act of love. It will take a while for your seed to take effect …”

I felt the change start, and the hurried insertion of my erection into a flask as the ejaculations started. When it stopped, the post coital sensations were so intense I could do nothing but whimper as I lay firmly strapped to the couch. Slowly my vision returned to normal and I managed to turn my head enough to see Trefor’s anxious face. I smiled weakly.

“Good morning, beloved. Thank you for giving me this beautiful gift …”

“My darling, Aled … what gift? O gods, what have I done to you …?”

“Nothing I did not want you to do, my darling Trefor. You have made me what I have wanted to be for you since we first met all those years ago when we both hid from those that tormented us, or to escape our own anger and hurt.” I smiled. “Now I am entirely yours, as I wanted to be.”

Meridion administered his elixir and soon after we both slept the deep sleep of exhaustion. In my dreams I visited the crypt and walked among the rubber statues as one myself. I hoped Meridion would confirm my hope that, if we must, as everything indicated, remain in this curious state of living rubber dolls, we could at least regain some autonomy of action in that state. Dusk was falling as I awoke to being gently released by my lover. As I stood, he hugged me and kissed my mouth, our already rising erections between us.

“Tonight, my darling, we will be at the complete mercy of those already assembling, and they have some very creative ideas for our use tonight.”

“I’m ready, my love. As long as I am with you.”

“Then let’s go to the roof, and see the moon rise together.”

On the roof we faced the east and watched, as the rim of the moon peeped above the horizon I felt the change start, turning to him, I smiled. “Trefor, I’m yours, and I love you …”

My voice stopped as my mouth formed the open O and, with a final tremor, I became the matching rubber figure of my beloved, gently adopting the kneeling posture in readiness for my anal sleeve to be filled and my oral opening to be fucked. Now I understood what he’d meant about having only two ‘states’ of being. I craved being used by those waiting to do so, to be enjoyed for their pleasure.

Then the first of our users arrived. The night was long, the building sensations in my genitals almost overwhelming, or would have been had I been capable of any thought or rationale. I was positioned, repositioned, moved, and fucked in my mouth and my anus, and had my erection explored and examined — and put to use by several though all without ever ejaculating. I experienced them, though without actually discharging anything.

The transition back to my human form proved difficult, and it was as well that I was so heavily restrained. Eventually I stabilised, aware that I seemed to be dribbling semen and leaking it from my anus. It took three goblets of Meridian’s elixir to lower my libido, and even then I had to struggle against an urge to surrender to the rubber doll in me. Thankfully, eventually I slept, again dreaming of the crypt and it’s rubber mannequins.

By agreement Trefor and I climbed to the roof on our third night, wearing heavy restraint harnesses that fixed our wrists to our waists and had attachment points for us to be chained to some special furniture arranged for us on the roof. The effects of the elixir were wearing off, but we still had sufficient control to remain fleet and blood for the moment.

“Tonight you will be getting the attention of the Apprentice Dungeon Keepers League.” Meridion shook his head. “With two of you needing so much sex I had to seek among some unusual groups … This group insist you must be in full restraint for their pleasure …”

“Our being rubber dolls isn’t sufficient restraint for them?” Trefor smiled. “But I like the feel.” He looked across at me as he submitted to being secured bent forward over a padded table, the heavy chains attached to his harness, his legs and the collar on his neck all anchored to ringbolts in the flagstones. Turning his head toward me, he winked, “Welcome, my love, to the life of a rubber plaything. And remember, I love you.”

“I love you too,” I replied, submitting to being placed on a strange, reclined, chair that kept my legs raised and spread wide. Like Trefor I was now secured to this using heavy cuffs at my ankles and on my arms, and then chains attached to the harness and my collar that held me immobile. I laughed as they finished securing me. “They do know that once we’re transformed we have no freedom of thought or movement?”

“They do,” Meridion said, standing between us. A brief smile flashed. “But they are trainee Dungeon Masters. I expect they will wish to practice a little torture as well as take their pleasures. We will be watching to ensure they do nothing harmful.” He consulted the amulet at the head of his Mage’s staff. “They are making their way up. Not before time, the moon will rise in three minutes.”

I blew a kiss to Trefor, and then we were surrounded by the young men who would enjoy us this night. The moon began to rise as Meridion began to explain the requirement for us to receive the semen of at least eight individuals and to gasps of amazement we transformed. It was evidently a memorable night for the group. Both of us struggled to stabilise our human form once the moon had set, and it was two full days beyond that before either of us dared stir from our apartment.

“I’m think I’m still leaking semen,” I told Trefor, shifting uncomfortably on the rubber sheet we used on our bed. I wasn’t ‘leaking’, but even a full day after the full moon, it felt like it.. There had been thirty of them and they’d certainly used all their torture tricks to send our libidos soaring. I’d been fucked by all of them before midnight, and received a second dose before the moon set. Trefor had been the focus of their torture interest, one apparently to delay as long as possible his receiving the required doses of their semen …

“They really enjoyed you,” he said rolling over. “You got all the fucking, I got the damned vibrator other instruments and a lot of interesting examination according to Sidwell — Meridion had to tell them to fuck me and stop trying to make me cum. As it was the last guy shot his load into me just seconds before the moon set.”   

 “As well that he did,” I replied. “Trefor, my love, I want to test something. Remember when you were able to suck me off without being told to do so?”

He nodded, and touched my hand with his.

“Good.” I smiled. “Then do it to me again …” I let myself transform.

That triggered Trefor’s change, and for a moment we stood, two shiny black rubber dolls, staring at each other. Then, slowly, he moved, his rubber hands gripped me and his open ring of a mouth met mine. His tongue entered my mouth and hungrily explored it as his erection met mine. Gently, in the rather robotic manner our rubber form imposed, he moved me, our mouths still locked in the kiss, to the bed. Here he made me sit, then opened my legs, knelt and took my rubber erection into his mouth. After a short and lovely period really working over my penis, he stopped, lifted me to my feet, and placed me on the bed, then positioned himself carefully, putting his erection into my oral opening and took mine into his.

My beloved Trefor had recovered some autonomy of decision and action …