{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"50b94453-d2e3-435a-bdb4-7d2aaebd238f","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2026-01-04T22:20:18.482Z","title":"The Devil's Doll","slug":"the-devils-doll","shortId":"YSmFa1L4","authorNote":"This was inspired by the iconic 1940'S Bizarre Magazine, Vol #3 cover art. Along with a certain beauty taking my breath away. ","disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"With only a evening between them, Maya became the devil's personal fuckdoll, forced to do whatever her master wants.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"0a8fe6b9-c90f-4d71-95c3-cf7eeb84f75f","title":null,"summary":"She wasn't kidding about spiking my drink.My head swam, yet I could feel my legs being far apart, un","wordCount":2130,"readTime":11,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

She wasn't kidding about spiking my drink.

My head swam, yet I could feel my legs being far apart, unable to close them. Wrists bound to each other, chain to my neck. I'm in a design studio, with windows overlooking the city, filled with mannequins waiting to be dressed up. The one closest to me almost seemed real. Blonde hair like mine, but straighter, shinier. Its smile was soft yet had red, full lips. Its titles could be bigger, rounder, with big sphere nips poking out of the fabric.

It ignited.

The flames didn't dance and flicker but were in straight lines, like horns. She arrived in her splendid glory. Dark curly hair frames her smile. In that white dress with red gems around her luscious breasts, bouncing slightly with each walk. To worship her, kiss that body!

I asked if she was Jezebel, a faint echo from a hidden past.

\"Haha, I have many names thrown at me, you're the first to say that with longing. I told you at the club, remember, I'm Luci\"

Fear bubbled in my stomach as I connected the dots.

\"What do you want with me?\"

She replied, I begged her to repeat it.

\"Your body, Darling. It's a shame that it's not getting fuck every second\"

She rubbed my thighs, gritting with each circle. A moan fell from my lips, a giggle out of hers. A lighter manifested from her hand, along with several notebooks, covered with my stickers and loose paper.

\"You can either dash your dreams of being a fashion designer or be my fuckdoll\"

I asked how long, my eyes dropped when she said only for the night. I wondered if I would remember it. My eyes widened when she said I would.

\"What's in it for me?\" Her lips trembled as she held my chin.

\"I grant you three wishes that your hearts crave more than anything. If you ask any more questions, I'll leave!\"

She flicked the lighter a few times as she made her offer.

\"Yes. Make me your doll\"

Holding out her hand, I shook it. The chains and cuffs fell to the floor. My fingers join together. Marking on my wrist, my knees are like a ball-jointed doll. Mouth slightly apart. I fell into the table, something sticking to my neck. Knee buckle and spread, but not by my own accord.

Luci climbed on top of me. I don't want to blink even if I could. Her lips on mine, cheeks, throat. Hands searching for buried treasure, squeezing and pulling the second-best thing. I moan, I grunt, faint echoes in my head. Greedy hands searching and searching, in different areas, reach out to the same place.

Her teeth bared, fangs looked sharper. To my throat and lower, placing her teeth on my A-line dress, pulling it. Silk ripping, tossed on the floor, leaving my breasts, stomach, cunt exposed. A soft pulling ached my nipples, then I felt it, growing. My no-tits tits were growing. With each suck, they were growing in size, as round and full as a basketball. Then Luci went to the other breast, with the same longing and roughness as before. To bang my head and cum!

Hips finds the buried treasure, already stuffed to the brim with gold. Aching sore clits kissing each other. Red and heavy, heavy. I want to hold her, ripped that dress. She whispered to me:

\"Don't worry, Darling, you will have your orgasm....at some point\"

I can feel it peaking, reaching and reaching... till nothing.

Luci rode on me a bit longer, touching my lips. Warmth circles on my new big breasts. It feels real; something should be happening outside of my master influence. Holding my neck, she turned something on my neck, a winding key, crushing my voice box with each spin.

\"When I finish this, say 'Thank you, Goddess Luci'\"

I give out a big yelp.

\"Thank you, Goddess Luci\"

\"Would you want to be a fashion designer, without the struggle?\"

\"Yes, I love th-\"

The winding stops, so did my voice. Luci said if I liked that trick, I would have shaken my head. My body pulled itself upright, walking next to her.

\"We're participating in a fashion show, on the other side of town\"

With a reach from her hand, she held something small, a tape measure. I already know my proportions, I could say or write it down if I could. She spoke as if she read my mind:

\"Those are old measurements, Darling. You had a new body now\"

Stretching the tape across my skin, pulling and pulling, I thought it would rip at some point. The measurement would: 14-inch on each thigh, 33-inch on the hips, 18-inch waist, 8-inch on the arms and neck and lastly that big heavenly bosom would now be 36 Double Ds.

Clothes flew from the mannequins, the shelves. I was being squeezed, pulled by spandex, latex. Luci would make me wear the outfit, sharing her lipstick from her pouty lips on occasion. She signed, she pouted and said, \"No, Doll, this will not do\" before removing the top and smudging my makeup. I wore a latex top and skirt, barely covering my ass, tits and pussy. Perfect, she whispered, my body and face turned to the nearest table and fell again, but only my torso.

\"Want a warm-up, darling?\"

My legs spread as she came closer. She stroked my back, pulling my ass with her nails. Something poked my ass, pushing into my asshole. Deeper with every slow thrust, I moan, and I wish for relief. Whenever she grew a dick or manifested for the world's biggest strap, I couldn't care less. Outside of the darkest, I saw the mirror in front of me, and my reflection showed no hands holding my hair. Pounding my tight asshole, Luci smirked.

A loud thud went on the table, and pain circled on my forehead, adding to the pressure around me. With each rough pull, my head smashed into the table. Over and over again, the pain added, pleasure building.

I found myself reaching towards that distant climax, only for it to be taken somehow. I lay there, face still down. She holds my neck again, turning that winding key. I give out a big cry before saying:

\"Thank you, Goddess Luci\"

\"You love your new tits, you wanted them forever, don't you?\"

\"Oh please, God-\"

The winding stops. She grinned harder. As reapplying my lipstick, she grabbed something large and silver.

\"We got to go, and darling-\"

My body twisted upright, arms daggling.

\"-don't look down\"

My head cocked downwards as I fell, landing on a lady, but just any ordinary woman, but Agatha Lil Spring, she's a fashion designer and co-founder of the Noble Luxe. I was speaking, moving in a way that mimics me before. I had as much control over it as I did having anal earlier. She didn't mind my latex clothing or the marking on my wrists and knees, clear to anyone else. She talked with her mouth wide open, a glass of champagne in her hand.

\"We have to talk tomorrow. Here's my phone number\"

I asked to write it down, despite having my phone on me. Holding it longer than I would have liked, we said our goodbye, and as she left, I stood still again. My fingers were back joined, and the piece rested on my palm.

Luci appeared, that smirk never left her.

I wanted to place it in my bra, and Luci seemed to understand. Instead of making the paper go into my breasts, she did it herself and flickered my nipples. Grabbing my hand, we walked backstage. Perfume lingered in the space. Women (and the odd men) were pinned, modelling the new clothes, also dark latex. They looked like me, despite looking different and distinct. They were deep signs, whispered cursing, people fast-walking to the place, to gets drink, to help the designers, to get into the place. Everyone, no matter the chaos growing, have heir place and stick to it.

The more people we passed, the more I could see it and understand. She was changing her face. It depended on who was looking at her. A blend of masculine, hyper feminine, androgynous, beyond even that. She looked the same when looking at me, giving a soft wink.

Bypassing the security, the crew, we went to a door, a note taped 'Agatha Lil Spring's room'. My body sat on the chair, upright. The vanity was organised and neat, just as I thought it would. Luci sat on the vanity, doors open, makeup flying through.

\"The Hag won't mind us using her makeup, no?\"

My eyes were closed throughout the whole session: the light poking, random stretching, feeling without knowing. My stomach would twist if they were at her mercy. When I have the chance to see, I did like what I saw: a subtle golden tit on the eyelid and cheek, light black eyeliner with bright red lipstick, slightly overdrawing, creating a rounder cupid's bow.

\"You look so pretty, she said, lifting her dress, showing that chocolate-coloured slit.

Before I knew it i was licking it, my tongue ached with no mercy. She rocked her hips with a soft manner. The more sweetness that came out of her, the more I wanted it. I would have gladly smudged my face for another lick of her.

\"You're very good\", she mumbled, giving off a little moan \"Very good, but it needs a snip\"

I saw a silver object across my face.

Something pours on my face.

The sex dizzied my mind enough to like it, to want it to pour down my lips and taste the red iron.

More gashes come at me, marking my face.

I scream, the appeal went. I realised that I have some power over my legs. Walking to the door, with the rest of my body still submissive to her. We have poker faces and heads full of cards, even with a rigid hand, I have no other option. As I walked away, my throat was losing up without the winding key helping. A scream, a cry, that is mime. Even my hands were being mime again, grabbing the doorknob. I pulled the door ajar when I felt it.

The scissors stabbed my legs.

I'm screaming.

I'm screaming, kicking, saying every curse I could think of, yet my mouth was stuck wide, my body lacked movement. It collapsed, near my faint attempt to escape. My eyes landed on Luci and only Luci.

\"You think you fell on that woman by accident? Started talking because you wanted to? I break you. I mend you. I dressed you as I see fit. Because you. Are. Fucking. Mime\"

A twisting sensation appeared in my neck, and the sound of the wind-up toy echoed in the room. By her intervention, the release of the toy made me reach that climax. Amidst the pain I felt, a surreal cocktail of pain and pleasure. I hear words spoken to me, a face looking at me. I hear a urge, a need, to say yes. I went against it, asking her to repeat herself. With a few turns, she spoke:

\"Would you like to be my slave forever? There will be hell to pay if you refuse\"

My mouth stuck on its own will. Eyes fluttered across. I give my answer.

\"Say it better\"

The blades came out of my body and flew near me. Blades are ready to cut my eyes open.

\"Yes, Goddess Luci, make me your slave\"

Scissors dropped. With a whistle, a demon came out. He looked human yet had a purple waistcoat and spectacles. Got the scissors, he tapped my head and \"healed\" me.

\"Legs again, Mistress?\"

\"Yes, they're not as strong as they look, legs\"

We all left. He went to his demon world, and we to the fashion world. I waited in a queue. She kissed me. I shivered at her calling my name, despite knowing better.

\"I'll be watching you, Maya. Break a leg\"

Shortly after she left, I was called to the catwalk. I was given freedom to walk, and I did a splendid walk, even if Luci made me tip.

It's been days since that event. I keep my amazing boob job, engraved with a lip mark. I had a interview with Agatha Lil Spring this morning, to be her assistant.

I can't say I hate the event; the opposite. The thought of being her slave made her rub my big, swollen clit during my last day of old job. Her imaginary voice telling me to cum only by her permission makes me edge deeper and quicker with every fucking pill I try. I have to pinch my skin to cum. Hugging my torso before opening the toilet door.

With the last bag in my car. I typed in the location into my SAT NAV, misspelling it often. Agatha Lil Spring's Mansion. 1 hour and 6 minutes away. A grin beamed on my face, then the phone rang. The call is identified as an expected spasm; still smiling, I asked the call.

\"I missed you too, darling...\"

THE END

After cumming, please give me a review, I deeply appreciate it. Bye-bye!

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