The Cursed Doll

Chapter 19

The chamber was dominated by a bondage ‘throne’, and it was to this I was led, and then ‘enthroned’. The seat was comfortably padded, but divided leaving my anus open and with my rubber scrotum dangling. It took no time at all to fasten all the straps, cuffs and belts to render me completely immobile, and then the assistants left and the Dungeon Master moved in front of me, his ‘arousal aura’ turning him crimson in my rubberised sight.

For a long moment he studied me a small smile playing on his lips. He wore a hood mask that left only his mouth and chin exposed. His upper body was clad in tight fitting leather, and his legs in chaps and boots, with a heavily reinforced and moulded codpiece over his genitals.

“So, Aled. The curse has weakened, and you are no longer compelled to merely submit to your being used as a doll to satisfy the desires of any user.” He smiled. “I have known Trefor since he came to Meridian’s household, and I know he often found it difficult to be unable to interact with his users.” He paused. “But you enjoyed being helpless for your lover. How did you find it to be cursed to this doll state?”

To give myself time to consider my answer, I let my mouth reform slowly.

“It was difficult at first … but, not very different to being fully restrained so a partner could enjoy having sex with me.” Flexing in my restraints, I added, “Master. Hardest to adjust to was wanting to have Trefor use me, and having to find a way to instruct him to do so …”

“I am told you were both very creative in resolving that problem.” Moving closer, he rested his hands on the cuffs securing my arms. “Poor Trefor almost went mad during his teenage years, and spent a lot of time where you are now.” He straightened. “So I have arranged a little scene for you both. In a moment Trefor will be brought here. Like you he is fully restrained, but he will be able to release one of your wrists. With that you will be able to free one of his, and he may then be able to further free himself. When you are both free, you will have the choice of how you wish to spend the rest of the night and who you may wish to bestow your services on.” Laughing, he said, “To add a little enjoyment to it I and my apprentices may intervene to distract you both. The throne you occupy can go back which will give us access to your pussy, and, of course, your mouth. It will be progressive. It works on a timer, and at five minute intervals it will start to tip back and cease when you are horizontal … Trefor’s restraints are such that he too will be available for our pleasure, but with each item he releases, he will have a choice between submitting to us for our pleasure to obtain more freedom for you, or attempting to release you.” He smiled. You will find that once the throne goes back, your ability to further assist Trefor will be severely limited and the game is over, you will both be placed in restraints for our use and watch each other as we enjoy you.”

It sounded as if we were being set up here, to fail, but it also sounded like fun.

“I understand, Master.” Managing a grin I added, “We are still dolls, created for the pleasure of men, but now we can enjoy our being used for your pleasure fully.”   

“Good.” He laughed. “And here comes the Trefor doll to try to free his Aled doll lover and spare him from our use …”

Trefor shuffled into view, his rubber body restrained in a heavy rubber harness that held a huge codpiece over his genitals and evidently a butt plug in his anal sleeve. He was also hooded but not gagged. His hands were enclosed in mitts, and his wrists attached to the harness at his waist, with cuffs at his thighs linked his legs in a tight hobble.

“Trefor must attempt to free one of Aled’s hands, and Aled may then attempt to release Trefor’s right wrist and hand. Be warned, that the key he needs to release Aled’s restraints is inside the mitt. That will allow Trefor to release further cuffs holding Aled, and, if he can, Aled to release Trefor’s other wrist and hand. The throne will be slowly tilting back during this time, and even if he is able to do so, Aled must remain seated until Trefor is also free. To stop the throne before it reaches the horizontal, Aled must remove — unaided — Trefor’s codpiece and allow Trefor to enter his butt.” He paused. “If you fail to free yourselves my apprentices will transfer you both to a new position in which we will enjoy you for the rest of the night.”

‘Think we can do it?’ I thought spoke the question.

‘Yes,’ Trefor replied. ‘And if we don’t, well, we’ll still have fun.’

“We understand, Master.” He said for both of us. 

I ‘heard’ him add in my thoughts, ‘Work with me love, and we can do this. Even if we can’t … we’ll get some fabulous sex …”

The throne began to tilt slowly as he moved to where he could use his teeth to release the cuff securing my wrist. It was struggle since in doll form even our teeth — when we reshape our mouths — are rubber. The chair was noticeably tilting by the time he succeeded. With my hand and lower arm now free, I could release the cuff holding his mitt encased hand, again, my rubber fingers lack of full rigidity made this a slow process, but I managed, and then had to use my teeth to draw the mitt from his hand, hoping he could locate and hold the key.

My beloved Trefor now moved quickly. He had managed to hold the key, and quickly used it to unlock the cuffs securing my arm, and then set to work to release the other locks in turn so I could free myself from the web of belts holding me in the chair. Now I could begin to release the many cuffs restraining and restricting my lover. Finally I could release the codpiece that covered his magnificent organ. It proved fiendishly difficult to do, the fastenings being small, tight and partly hidden, and my rubber fingers struggled.

The ‘throne’ was only about five degrees above the horizontal when it finally fell to the floor, and my beloved could finally insert that beautiful penis into my anal sleeve …

It was the most beautiful sensation I’d had in a long, long time, and Trefor made sure I enjoyed it. When he’d reached his Full Moon orgasm, he withdrew gently and helped me stand. 

‘What do you want to do now, love? Shall we offer the use of ourselves to the Master and his apprentices? I think they deserve it.’ He thought as our fellatio formed mouths met in a long kiss.

‘Yes, my love,’ I thought spoke in reply, adding, naughtily, ‘I want the Dungeon Master to fuck me in his stockade, then to plug and dildo gag me and make me watch them enjoying you so when you finally take me to our apartment you’ll have your own doll entirely at your mercy …’

He told the Dungeon Master, and I submitted to being secured in the stockade. To my surprise, and then joy, they brought Trefor, once again fully restrained, to my head, inserted his gorgeous glans, protruding from a tube and mouthpiece, into my mouth, and secured him there with a tight head harness. I immediately began to use my rubber tongue to please my lover and my anal sleeve embraced the Dungeon Master’s generous organ. The fucking he gave me was almost as good as what I’d had from Trefor. 

When he’d filled me with his cum, Trefor was released from my head, and I submitted to being plugged and gagged, then moved to where I could be strapped to the wall. Then I watched as my beloved Trefor gave himself to their use and pleasure. The sun was rising, with an hour to wait for the setting of the moon, when I was released, the gag and plug removed, and I submitted to being placed in a sling so I could receive the eight doses of cum the curse had required.

Outside we stood for a moment, naked in the sunlight, in our living flesh and unrestrained for the first time since I’d accepted the curse. Turning to Trefor, I kissed him and he responded. We both laughed as we felt our desire stirring. 

“Take me to our apartment, beloved. This doll man wants nothing more than to give himself to you for your pleasure.” I changed into my rubber form. “I am, and always will be, your rubber doll. Your toy to use and enjoy. Make good use of me …”

He transformed and took my hand. Silently we teleported to our apartment, and Trefor took me in his arms. Parting, we studied our shining black rubber bodies in the mirror. I studied my beloved’s beautiful rubber body. He was beautiful in his human form, as a rubber doll ‘beautiful’ was inadequate. No longer restricted by the limitations imposed on us in this form by the curse, we could admire our perfect rubber physiques. Our permanently erect rubber cocks and their perfectly formed scrotums hanging below them, invited use. We looked like a pair of Greek statues with erections. His arm slipped round my waist and he touched my erection with his fingers as I turned into his arms and responded.

“I accept your gift, my love,” he said gently, “but I give myself to you, to be your rubber doll, your toy to be used and enjoyed. It’s our choice.” He chuckled. “But I must admit I’m so used to this rubber form now I prefer it for sexual pleasure.”

“Good, because I do as well.” Drawing him to the bed, I got him to lay down, then positioned myself with my head at his crotch and mine at his face. “And now, my dear …”

I let my mouth become a sleeve for fellatio and took his gorgeous rubber organ into my mouth as he did the same to mine. Then we gave ourselves fully to giving each other the best fellatio we could devise …

It was late afternoon before finally, and restored to our flesh form, we slept wrapped in each other’s arms. 

When we awoke Ito was early morning, and we remembered our promise to Ceran, Merthyn and the others. Having taken care of our needs, we teleported ourselves to the crypt. We were awaited. As expected the others were all still posed in their rubber form, but now they moved forward to greet us. Merthyn smiled and held out a hand to each of us.

“We will always be in this form, my friends, but no longer constrained by it, or controlled by the curse. At the full moon you will still become dolls, but the choice of how and what you do in that form is yours, not a compulsion.” He squeezed our hands and we transformed into rubber, making him smile. “You and your friends, Bryn and Marc risked a great deal, but you succeeded.” 

“My beloved Aled did.” Trefor's arm slipped round my waist. “And, in truth, we both like what we are.” He laughed. “It does have certain advantages …”

A ripple of laughter ran round the crypt as Bryn and Marc joined us. 

“What’s the joke?” Marc asked, looking round. “Oh.” He grinned. “Are we going to have an orgy to celebrate?” He and Bryn ‘went doll’. “Count us in if you are.”

We all turned as Meridion arrived with Edwyn, both radiating happiness, and Edwyn positively glowing in a harness and codpiece with boots on his feet. We all stared. Meridion was transformed, dressed in tight leather breeches with a bulging codpiece, a loose shirt and a leather waistcoat over it, he looked relaxed and comfortable as he held Edwyn’s hand.

“Are we interrupting?” Meridion asked.

“Not at all,” Merthyn replied, striding forward. “Our young friends had just proposed an orgy to celebrate our release from the constraints of the curse — and you, my friend, look as if you have something to celebrate as well.”

Meridion laughed, and Edwyn grinned as he replied, “We do. My friends, Edwyn has released me from the curse I incurred when I defied my former Master. At last we are able to share more than just the words of love, and companionship. It has been so hard … for both of us.”

We all moved to offer our congratulations and embrace them. As we all settled again, Ceran looked round the gathering. 

“Meridion has guarded us and taken care of us since the beginning, and he has paid heavily, so has Edwyn.” He glanced at Merthyn. “Meridion. Edwyn. I offer my rubber form to you to use for your pleasure …” He stopped as the chorus of voices filled the crypt as all of the original ‘dolls’ and we four ‘new’ ones joined him. As we stopped, he continued, “Make good use of us, for anything you desire. You could have done at any time these past many years. You did not. Now we offer ourselves to you for your use and pleasure.”

Meridion stood, unable to speak. Then Edwyn stepped forward and smiled.

“Thank you, friends. Both of us thank you. For the moment, we have each other, and must still adjust to being able to share our passion physically, but, if you desire us to share that with you … we will.”

“Then we all understand each other perfectly.” Merthyn embraced Meridion, and then Edwyn. “Thank you, my faithful friend. Now let us, you and Edwyn, Ceran and I, withdraw to talk, and leave these younger and still lustful others to their celebration!” 

The four vanished, and the rest of us looked at each other and laughed. 

“What are we waiting for, my friends?” Hedd demanded. “Let the orgy commence!”

  Walking back to our apartment at sunset, in our human form and hand in hand, Trefor and I stopped to watch the now waning moon rise. We’d both fucked, sucked, been fucked and sucked in just about every possible way and combination of ways. The older ‘dolls’ had experience, age and their rediscovered freedom of thought, desire and action and put it to good use to make up for their ‘lost’ years. We four ‘new’ dolls had been happy to oblige them.

“I used to dread the moon rise — any moon rise — and going doll,” he said. “Now I can see it and know it no longer threatens me with complete loss of myself.” Laughing he added, “I even enjoy going doll now!”

“I’m glad, my love.” Pausing I considered. I’d never considered this. I’d wanted him as my lover from the very first time we’d met — before either of us really knew what sex was about — and placing myself under the curse he suffered had been entirely my own choice. One I’d willingly embraced. I’d never dreaded ‘going doll’ because it had always meant that I was sharing myself with Trefor, even when, at the full moon, we’d been entirely in the use of others. Turning to face him, I put my arms round his waist, and asked, “Was it very hard for you before … you know, when you were still …”

For a moment he said nothing, then his hands gripped my hips.

“It was terrifying. My cock and balls went from being a kid’s to what I have now in an instant, and I turned into this rubber mannequin that just wanted to be fucked, to have its cock used, to have a cock in its mouth …” He paused. “I was terrified. Terrified of being found like that, terrified of having this, to me, enormous cock, confused by the desires that filled my head …”

“My poor darling. What happened when Meridian found you?”

“He removed the hood first.” He smiled. “And scolded me. Then he tried to get me to revert to my human body, but I couldn’t, and I couldn’t speak either — I couldn’t get my mouth to reform. So he summoned a restraint harness for me, fitted it to me, then hooded me with a different hood and plugged me, and teleported me to a dungeon and into a steel body cage. By then I was beyond being terrified, but he mixed an elixir, and managed to get some of it into me. That calmed me down, and he was then able to explain exactly what I’d done to myself, and the problem I now faced.”

We walked to a bench as he spoke and now sat.

“The first years were dreadful. I couldn’t go anywhere without the fear of transforming, and when I did, it was always difficult to revert unless … and even here I was well under the legal age for …”

“You told me Meridion had found a way …”

“Yes, he did. Neither of us liked the boys he brought.” He laughed. “One I even tried to afflict with the curse. Meridion was very angry with me, but he never ‘summoned’ that guy again.” He shrugged. “And then I met you.” The pause extended for a while. “You’ve no idea how hard it was to be with you, to want to … and have to fight to stay human and not become the doll …”

Putting a finger to his mouth, I said, “Don’t … I think I can guess. I wanted you as my lover so much … and now you are.” Standing I held out a hand. “Let’s go and find something to eat. The moon is up, we’re both human and hungry and — after a day like today — tired. Let’s eat, and then we’ll see what takes our fancy.”