7 comments/ 48881 views/ 21 favorites Dollhouse Ch. 01 By: daughterof1917 All characters in this are over the age of 18. ----- "It's okay, my parents are out of town." Alice whispered into the ear of Marcus as the two stood kissing on the front porch of her house. The two college freshmen had just returned from their first date, and Marcus had walked Alice to the front door. Who said gentlemanly courtesy was dead? What had initially been intended as a simple, respectful kiss goodnight had been prolonged by Alice gently holding him to her; their tongues had danced inside one another's mouths. As they stood, leaning against the wall of the house, Marcus could feel his erection growing as thoughts of the beautiful red head before him raced through his mind; he knew that with the way they were pressed together, she could feel it growing as well. That's why, when the invitation inside came, he answered with a breathy "Okay..." Alice opened the front door and led him by the hand through the darkened two story house. Despite being told that they were alone, the 18 year old Marcus still did his best to remain quiet; he even flinched as the stairs squeaked on his ascent. Alice laughed lightly at his nervousness, continuing to pull him up to her bedroom. It, too, was dark. The only light came from her computer monitor, which had flashing colorful geometric patterns dancing across the screen as a screen saver; the moving light cast constant, different colored shadows in the room. He did a quick scan, noting that it was a fairly typical, and plain, bedroom with one exception – a large dollhouse on the dresser. It was a model of a three story house, with some type of architecture that would cost a fortune if that were an actual house. But instead of an open front, there was a huge piece of hinged plexiglass covering it, complete with a latch to hold it in place. The thing was so big that it seemed out of place up there. He was almost mesmerized by how out of place it was; his attention was snapped back to the present when two thin arms snaked around his waist from behind, and warm lips kissed the back of his neck. "Do you want to play with dolls, or do you want to play with me?" She teased, having caught him staring at the dollhouse. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as she pointed it out. "Sorry babe. I guess it kind of... um... distracted me." Marcus replied sheepishly. Alice let go of him and took a few steps backward; he turned to watch her as she moved back toward the bedroom. The red head was grinning from ear to ear when she reached down to the hem of her tight fitting t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head, revealing her bare breasts to him. There she stood, with her rich red hair falling to her pale shoulders, in only her skinny jeans. Her breasts, on the small side, jutted out toward him with rock hard nipples. She reached up and lightly tweaked one pink nipple, rolling it between her fingers and lifting slightly before letting it drop; this caused her small, perky tit to lightly bounce in front of him. Marcus' mind was definitely off of the dollhouse now. "I guess I'll just have to do something to keep you focused." Alice replied, licking her lips and beckoning him closer with a finger. Entranced by her beauty, Marcus walked forward toward her and leaned in for a kiss. His eyes drifted closed as he felt their lips touch; he could feel her hard nipples pressing against his chest as she leaned forward against him. Her arms came up and wrapped around the back of his neck, holding him against her; his hands explored her back, being daring enough to roam around front and tentatively squeeze her breasts. When she didn't put up any objection, her small tits filled his kneading hands. "Open your eyes," she whispered, her lips so close to his that he could feel her mouth brushing lightly against his with every syllable uttered. Slowly, in a haze of lust, he complied; his eyes were open, looking directly into hers. She was just inches from him, and staring intently into his eyes. It was so intense that he found it slightly unnerving. A nervous laugh escaped his lips. "Heh... What's up babe?" "Don't move an inch." She said, unlocking her arms from the back of his neck and taking a few steps back. "I want to play a game." "Um... what kind of game?" The words came out of his mouth before he tried to move, despite what she said. But, upon attempting, Marcus found himself rooted on the spot in her bedroom. A feeling of panic quickly shot through his body. "Hey... w-what's going on here?" He tried moving his arms, finding them locked and unresponsive. His legs were the same. Even moving his head was impossible. He could only stare straight forward and speak, it seemed. "What did you do?!" Panic reached his voice. The half naked Alice giggled, and sat down on her bed. "I told you, silly. I wanted to play a game! I like to be in charge, you see." As she reclined on the bed, Alice's hands began to lightly roam her body; one hand moved up to her breasts, fingers teasing gently across the flesh. She used a much more delicate touch than he had, tracing her fingertips slowly around the bottom swell of her breast, moving up to the nipple; there, she traced light circles around the pink tip before gently pinching it, eliciting a light gasp from her. "And... mm... I kind of have... an ability, to make anything I want happen. I kind of forgot to mention that." "Um, yeah! You did! This REALLY isn't fun anymore." Marcus replied, struggling to regain some of his mobility. "Oh, it's a lot of fun for me. Watching you there, so panicked... it's getting me so wet right now. But it gets even more fun when I do other stuff. See, when I say I can make anything happen... I really mean it." Marcus felt his hand moving, though he was not in control of it. Whatever she was doing, she'd taken full control of his movement capabilities. His hand went down to his pants, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping them and letting his hard cock slip out. It bobbed there in front of him, the tip already glistening with precum. "I can make your cock get bigger, or smaller." She said, watching as his hand moved back to his side; he was left there with his cock pointed straight at her, but completely unable to do anything about it. "I could make it go away completely. I could give you a nice tight pussy instead. And let you try to explain that to girls when I compel you to hook up with them. I can do anything." There was a dangerous smile on her lips as she said it. Alice unbuttoned her jeans and wiggled out of them, leaving her laying on the bed in a pair of green panties. "You're my toy. And I love to play with my toys." Her fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties and tugged those down and off. Marcus could see her soaking wet, completely shaven pussy nestled between her legs; she had a small camel toe, with a finger slid into the cleft and began rubbing. Marcus felt himself moving toward her, reaching down to pick up her now discarded panties. He watched from his mental prison as he draped the cloth over the tip of his penis and just left them hanging there. For some reason, this was more embarrassing to him than anything else that had gone on so far. He didn't start to stroke himself, or pleasure himself in any way. Marcus was just left standing there with a pair of green panties dangling from the head of his cock. "Do you like being a toy, baby?" Alice asked him, slipping a finger inside of herself; her back arched slightly at the penetration. "Do you like having a hot girl control you? Hmm?" She was dirty talking him, and he could see that it was only fueling her lust. She was so wet that he could hear the moist sounds of her finger slipping in and out of her drenched cunt. "What do you think!" Marcus said in a rage; he would have lunged at her, wrapped his fingers around her throat if he'd been able to move a muscle. "This is bullshit, Alice! Let me go!" "I don't know," She replied, tauntingly. Her other hand snaked behind her head and pulled the most lifelike dildo from underneath her pillow. Her finger stopped pumping in and out of herself as soon as the tip of the dildo reached her pussy; Alice moaned loudly as she slipped the tip inside of her. "You look like you're enjoying it to me. You're still rock hard." She smirked. He knew that meant something bad. As soon as the thought passed through his mind, he felt a sudden, intense pleasure spread throughout his body; his knees would have buckled if he'd been able to move. But he was locked in place as the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced rocked him. With a groan he felt the semen start to move up his shaft and fire hard from the tip of his cock, splattering the inside of her panties with shot after shot. He could see the dark stain quickly forming on the outside of the cloth, and watch his cum dripping from the inside. He came for a full minute before finally stopping, leaving her panties a soaked mess. All the while, Alice was rapidly fucking herself with the dildo; she seemed only dimly aware of the mess that he'd made. Marcus was forced to stand there and watch as she brought herself to a loud orgasm, a stream squirting from her pussy as she came; he was blasted with it, drenching his clothes. Alice laid there, panting with the dildo still lodged inside of her pussy; she was grinning from ear to ear at the sight of a cum-soaked Marcus. "Was that so bad?" She teased, crawling up to her hands and knees scooting toward him; Alice reached for the drenched pair of panties, pulling them from his still stiff cock and holding them out in front of her. "And what a naughty toy! You made such a mess out of my favorite pair of underwear. Can't you control yourself?" She asked, mockingly, as she dropped her undies onto the floor. As she said it, he felt another wave of pleasure coming over him; before a word could come out of his mouth, Marcus groaned and more semen began to stream from his cock. It didn't shoot out like before, but instead impotently oozed from the tip and drippled down onto the floor. She was clearly playing with him again, and was laughing as the final spurt of dripped from his cock and landed on the carpet. "Apparently not," Alice answered herself with a giggle, as she fell back onto the bed. "It's kind of cute, watching you cum like that. Your face scrunches up really tight, like you're trying to fight it." As she reclined on the bed, Alice made a gesture with her hand; Marcus felt his body responding to whatever it was she had initiated in him. This time, it was apparently stripping out of his clothes. His mind sat idly by while his body responded, quickly removing his t-shirt and stepping out of his jeans and boxers. Once he was nude, he finally was directed to sit on the edge of the bed. "I could just make you cum all night so I could watch your face. But, I really don't want that big of a mess on my floor..." She said with an over exaggerated sigh. "Unless... Oh, I have a great idea! Would you like to play dress up?" "No!" Marcus quickly said, but his protest was in vain, His body was already standing and moving toward her dresser. He watched as his body opened the second drawer below the large doll house, and to his horror saw that it was her underwear drawer. "Pick a black pair!" Alice called from behind him, "That way we can see your mess better." And Marcus did just as he was instructed; his hands searched through the drawer and pulled out a pair of black panties, stepping into them and pulling them up without hesitation. He closed the drawer and turned to face Alice. Never in his life had he felt so embarrassed as he did standing there in women's underwear. His cock bulged obscenely in the front of the already too-tight undies; the tip of his penis barely fit beneath the elastic waistband. Almost as soon as they were up, the orgasms started to hit. He knew that it was Alice behind it, but his mind barely had time to register it as the pleasure coursed through his body. Cum started erupting from the tip of his cock, trapped between there and the soft fabric of the panties. He groaned as he felt the sticky liquid quickly coating the front of the garment, and slicking his member in the process. But unlike before, his cum never tapered off. It just kept firing and firing, one hard shot after another. The pleasure became almost agonizing for him, his eyes rolling back in his head as the continuous orgasm rocked his body. Minute after minute passed by as he came, and Alice began to masturbate in front of him again. His mind could only take so much, and Marcus lost consciousness as cum continued to pour from him. ----- His eyes slowly drifted open, and he found that he was laying on his back, on the floor. His eyes focused a bit more, and saw Alice on top of him, her wet cunt pressed to his mouth and his tongue lapping feverishly at her. Apparently, he noted, she could still control his body while he was unconscious. Though he had stopped cumming, he was incredibly uncomfortable in the drenched panties in which she still had him. He could feel his seed, now cold and sticky, covering his crotch and inner thighs. He wanted so badly to get out of what he was wearing. Alice began to grind herself on his mouth, reaching down and intertwining her fingers into his hair. Her juices began to flow more freely, directly into her mouth; when she came, it was a flood of squirting as she sprayed directly into him, leaving him no choice but to swallow or choke. Gasping for breath, Alice rolled off of him and collapsed at his side. "Oh, Marcus. You're so good at licking pussy. I had no idea you'd be like that." As she spoke, she reached down to gently grasp his covered member; it was so sore from all of the ejaculating that he couldn't help but gasp, and wince in pain. "Aww, poor baby is spent. Well, I don't want to break my toy on the first night. I'll just have to put you away and save you for later." She said, removing her hand. "... what do you mean, put me away?" He asked, looking up to her. "You can't be serious. You can't keep me here, somebody will come looking! You can't just hide a grown man in plain sight!" "Oh, don't worry silly." She said, standing up. "I'll take care of all of that. Now, hold still. This might feel a little... strange." And, whatever she did, it certainly did feel strange; it felt like hands were gently massaging his body, everywhere. There wasn't a muscle that didn't get affected, and he loathingly admitted that it felt good. But, almost immediately, he started to notice something even more strange: it looked like Alice was growing larger above him. Every second that passed with this strange feeling, she got bigger. His head turned to the side to witness that it wasn't just her growing, it was the entire room. Inch by inch, Marcus shrunk until the red headed woman above him towered like a skyscraper. Once it stopped, he was only six inches tall. He'd shrunk completely out of the cum stained panties, thankfully, and was now completely nude. She reached down to pick him up, easily scooping him into her palm; all of his body was engulfed in her hand, except his head. As she lifted him upward, those tits which had seemed to small moments ago, were now mountainous. His tiny little legs kicked futilely against her palm. She carried him over to the dollhouse and unlatched the plexiglass covering to set him down on the first floor. With a little wiggle of her fingers as a wave, Alice turned and headed out of the room, leaving Marcus alone to discover what lay in his new surroundings. Dollhouse Ch. 02 "Hey! HEY!" Marcus yelled at the retreating form of Alice; trapped behind the plexiglass, he banged his tiny fists futilely against the surface. The sound reverberated within the room of the darkened dollhouse, but he had no doubt it was too quiet to be heard outside of that see-through wall. Not that there was anybody out there to hear it anymore, anyway. The bedroom door had closed, and Marcus was left alone inside of that dollhouse. Once the shock and embarrassment of what had happened wore off, Marcus found himself shivering; he dully noted that he was still nude, and it was fairly chilly. The wooden floor beneath his bare souls was almost icy to the touch, and certainly unpleasant for the prolonged contact. He wrapped his arms about himself, almost idly, as he tried to raise his body temperature. As the shock wore off, he began to take stock of his situation. He tried to reason with himself; certainly this was some kind of horrible dream, the voice in his mind said. Any moment he would wake up in his bed, safe and warm... away from this insanity, and this humiliation. He pressed his eyes tightly shut, as if he could channel himself into that reality. But no matter how hard he tried, and how strong he wished, he was still standing nude in the dollhouse every time he opened his eyes. He sighed, hope evaporating quickly. Marcus gave the plexiglass one more, half-hearted strike with his clenched fist before he turned around. The room he was standing in was on the first floor of the house, and appeared to be the living room. There were no lights on inside of the house, so the only illumination came from the light of Alice's computer monitor in the room behind him. Because of the omnidirectional light, the illumination within the room was dim at best, and cast long, eerie shadows. He couldn't help the twinge of fear that flared up inside of him. The logical part of his mind tried to assure him that there wasn't anything in the shadows to be afraid of... but the part of his mind that realized he'd just been shrunk to six inches tall realized that any sort of crazy thing could be inside of this place. He took a few steps into the room, determined to explore his surroundings. It didn't surprise him when he found that the lamp was purely decorative, and didn't work at all. Nor did it truly surprise him when he sat on the couch, only to find it was simply a piece of fabric stretched over a wooden base; it wasn't as cold as standing on the floor, but it wasn't comfortable by a long shot. He'd just pulled his feet off of the cold floor when a soft voice from the other side of the room grabbed his attention, and made him jump in surprise. "You must be the new guy." The voice came from a beautiful brunette woman standing in the doorway that led out of the living room. Much like him, she was completely nude; she looked to be in her mid-thirties, perhaps a bit older, but her figure was still quite stunning. Her breasts were large, D cups easily, though they still maintained a healthy amount of perkiness; there was a gentle sag to them, but for a woman of her age they were almost abnormally firm. Her brown hair spilled just past her angular jawline; the hair framed a beautiful face, with wide, innocent green eyes and a small mouth... which had a sympathetic smile offered his way. He noted that she had no hair on her crotch, leaving the pale white skin smooth. Perhaps it was his eyes playing tricks on him, but he could have sworn that he saw a hint of moisture between her thighs. As she saw him jump when she spoke, the woman's smile grew just a little bit; it wasn't mocking, but seemed to be from some sort of joke that only she got. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to scare you, it's just... I saw what happened with you and Mistress." The woman paused after saying the word mistress, and audibly sighed. "... and I knew I should come find you. Is it alright if I sit with you?" She asked, taking a few steps toward him. Marcus caught himself staring at her frame, and it took him a few delayed seconds to get around to responding to her. He blinked his eyes a few times to clear his mind, and attempt to get his focus back to where it should be. "Yeah, of course. I'm just a little... shaken, I guess." He replied to her, and swung his legs off of the couch; when he planted his feet back on the cold floor, he realized that his cock had grown to fully erect again. He tried to cover it with his hands, but didn't do a terribly good job of hiding it. The woman sat down next to him, and reached over to gently lay her hand atop one of his. "It's okay. It's not like I haven't seen one of them before. And I'll be seeing plenty of it. There's no need to be ashamed." Marcus felt himself blushing a bit at her touch, and the boldness of her statement. He had to clear his throat before, very shyly, removing his hands from his penis. She kept her hand atop his. "It's... still a little hard to get used to being naked in front of somebody I've never met before. And... um... being in a fucking dollhouse while I'm at it. What's going on? Who is she? Who are you?" Marcus asked, looking over to her; he had to try very hard not to let his eyes drift down to her breasts, with the nipples erect and pointing directly at him. "You'll get used to it," She assured him, her fingers gently squeezing his hand. "It was hard for me, too. I've been in here for... wow, I can't even remember anymore. Time kind of ceases to stop when you're stuck in something like this. I lost count of days a long, long time ago." There was a bit of sadness in her voice as she said that. "Well... who are you, at least? How did you end up in here?" Her fingers began to trace idly on the back of his hand, almost teasingly. Despite wanting to, Marcus found himself simply sitting there and allowing it to happen. "I'm Monica," She replied, tracing a lazy circle with her index finger. "I used to own this house. I've been in here ever since Mistress showed up on my front door." Marcus blinked at that, staring dumbly at the brunette woman next to him. "I thought that she said this was her parents' place?" He paused, as he had to think about the second part. "And why do you keep calling her Mistress?" "She told you that, huh?" Monica replied. Her fingertip slowly traced up and down the back of his hand before it moved to his leg, making a lazy circuit up his thigh. "You're not the first person she's told that to. I think she uses it as cover, to lure people inside." Monica shrugged, though, as her hand teased closer to Marcus' raging erection. "This used to be my house, a long time ago. I lived here with my husband and my daughter. This used to be her room. And her dollhouse." Monica's fingers had wrapped around his shaft, her tiny fingers gently squeezing as she stroked up and down one time. "Why do you call her Mistress?" He prompted again, shivering as she stroked his cock. He was confused at the fact that he hadn't stopped her from touching him, let along not saying anything to her about it. He just sat there, letting her stroke him. "I can't call her anything else," She answered, stroking back up the length of his prick. When her hand reached the top she ran her palm over the head of his cock, dragging it against the opening and smearing the already present pre-cum around in her hand. "Like, I literally can't. She did something to my mind. My daughter's mind, too. We can't remember what her actual name is. But even if we could remember, we can't call her anything except Mistress no matter how hard we try. She likes to play with our minds. Make us forget things... make us do things." Her pace was picking up now, stroking faster; every stroke included her rubbing her palm over the tip of his penis. He began moaning as he felt yet another orgasm building. "Do things?" He asked, his breathing speeding up; his hips bucked to meet each stroke of her hand, trying to bring himself closer to orgasm. "Like this," She said, nodding down to her hand. "She likes to play with us. Treat us like... well... dolls. I have to do this," She said, speeding up her strokes to an almost furious pace. "Mistress makes me... need to pleasure the other dolls. My daughter's curse is different." Monica said. She slipped off of the couch and onto her knees in front of him, not once releasing his cock. Now, with him in front of her, she leaned forward and nestled his penis between her generous tits while she stroked, causing them to bounce with the motions of her hand. "What... oh god," He moaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. "what is her curse?" He asked, bucking his hips. The feeling of her hand, of soft breasts on both sides of his cock... it was too much. With a moan, he released; his cum rocketed up and fired out of his penis, hitting the underside of her chin and splashing back down to her breasts. He heard her giggle when the spurts began to hit her, and her hand stroked him until every drop had been milked out of her. He opened his eyes to watch her bring her hand to her mouth, licking his seed from around her fingers. She then lowered her mouth to his prick, wrapping her lips around the head to clean the excess cum from him; the sensation of her warm mouth around his penis sent shivers through his body, and he came again, firing another strong stream of cum into her mouth. Monica, surprised, squealed as the cum shot into her mouth. Her eyes went wide as she struggled to contain each shot; with extreme effort, she swallowed that load as well and pulled back from him, looking to him with curious eyes. "My, my," She said, lifting her breasts up so that she could lick the cum from them as well. "It looks like Mistress made you a little sensitive. Maybe that's your curse..." All spoken between licking herself clean. Marcus was blushing rather deeply, averting his eyes from the woman in front of him. Just watching her lick her own breasts had him on the verge of cumming again, and he didn't want to fire another load so soon. "You said... that your daughter has one, too?" He asked as he tried to get his mind off of the nude beauty before him, his eyes focusing rather intently on the floor several feet... or, at his current size, several inches from him. "What is it?" Finished cleaning herself, Monica pushed up to her feet. "Come with me. I'll let you meet her." She said, rather than telling him. Marcus, feeling he was under enough control that he wouldn't cum from looking at her, got to his feet and followed her.