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The Doll Collector Ch. 01

By: xelliebabex



Authors Note: Thank you to RK Moreland for his wonderful editing style, I truly appreciate the tender care her treated my work with and explanations that will help me to improve my own structure and style. This is a new series and a little different from my usual style but I hope those who read it enjoy. If you are looking for a quick stroke piece this is probably not it though chapter two may interest you. ~ellie




Jillian was the face of Dickers Nobel & Hoar. She handled their public relations and smoothed the disputes between sellers and buyers during and after auctions. On the few occasions that the up-and-coming auction house had secured the sale of a much sought after collection of items, it was Jillian who organised the press junket and faced the media on their behalf. Worldly and savvy, Jillian's expertise lay not only in her knowledge of antiques, but in her ability to manage and guide the clientele to the auction houses way of doing things.

In her position at the auction house, Jillian had the opportunity to indulge her own collecting predilection for antique dolls. Occasionally she would come across a rare doll in the auction house but more often she found them in estate sales, hidden in boxes in attics and discovered only after the heirs, unable to settle the estate amicably, had called in the auction house to sell everything. She was well known within the doll collecting community and often sought out for her expertise with a doll discovered in a garage sale or at an out-of-the-way market. 

It was September when an oddly dressed man walked into her office claiming to be the representative of the reclusive, Jacque Milieu. The young man introduced himself formally and Jillian had to stifle a smile at how much his formal greeting was in contrast to the clothes he wore. He wore his pants high with suspenders over a linen shirt and his hair seemed to be pasted in place over his head, much like a doll himself.

"To what do I owe the pleasure...?" Jillian left her sentence for him to fill in his name.

"Billy. You can call me Billy," the odd man replied.

"To what do I owe the pleasure Billy?" Jillian amended her greeting.

"My Master, Mr Milieu is considering putting some of his dolls on the market and wanted to make use of your expertise," Billy replied, explained his presence in her office.

Both flattered and intrigued Jillian leaned forward, resting her elbows on her desk. She knew Jacques Milieu by reputation only. He was known as one of the most ardent doll collectors on the antiques scene. Though rarely seen in person, he often sent representatives to bid on items or managed his auction items by phone or internet if he was sure of the authenticity. Jillian would give just about anything to view his collection and appraise it. She did her best to remain calm as the man doll before her spoke again.

"How can I be of help?" Jillian asked intrigued.

Billy placed the large box he had been carrying with him up onto the desk and opened it with care. Jillian gasped as an antique doll came into view. It was in perfect condition and appeared to be in its original costume though it was hard to tell as it lay in a bed of straw.

Jillian donned her soft white gloves eagerly before asking, "May I?" and picking up the doll carefully after Billy smiled and nodded indicating with a wave of his hand. She knew just by looking at it that it was a rare Steiner doll but she immediately turned the doll and lifted the hair from the back to see the makers mark. The doll was marked J STEINER Bte SGDG Paris FIre A13. And Jillian gasped at the treasure she held. Replacing the hair and cradling the doll she looked into its face, "What a gorgeous face, she seems so pensive. It's rare to see a French Bebe by Jules Steiner, especially with the rarer brown paperweight eyes. She is in amazing condition." 

Jillian sat back down at her desk and pressed record on a small voice recorder as she studied the doll talking all the while, "She is simply stunning with one of the most beautiful faces in a Steiner I have seen. A French Bebe, approx. 50cm tall with beautiful brown paperweight eyes, surrounded by long lush finely painted lashes and those lovely feathered Steiner brows. She has a closed mouth with delicate painting and pierced ears. Her fine bisque is exceptional with very delicate colouring and a pale blush to her cheeks. She has her original long reddish brown mohair wig attached to her original Steiner cardboard pate. There are no hairlines or repairs but there are small ear hole flakes on both ears and other than that I can see no flaws."

Jillian slowly undressed the doll as Billy looked on and Jillian spoke of the clothes as she inspected each piece, "She is wearing what appears to be her original wine coloured wool dress with much pleating, trim and lace. This beautiful dress fit's her perfectly, as does her antique underwear. She has a gorgeous antique straw hat with flowers and a black velvet ribbon. The hat itself is fabulous! She has a beautiful antique white fur collar and matching fur muff. Of course, she has that fantastic original reddish brown mohair wig and original pate." In her excitement at handling such a find made her gush in rapid speak during the inspection.

Once the doll was naked, Jillian gave her appraisal of the body, "She has her original marked and fully jointed Steiner body with its original finish. This lovely doll has straight wrists with long delicate Steiner fingers and a paper Steiner label on her right hip. It has a voice box and a string still attached but is not working. There is some repair on her upper leg balls and some composition loss where the legs would sit or move. She has a couple finger touch ups but all in all a lovely Steiner body with normal age wear."

Jillian finally looked up from the doll to the odd little doll-like man sitting at her desk. "I don't think you will find a finer and more beautiful Steiner anywhere in the market at the moment. Her outfit is fantastic, and that wig is truly incredible and such a sad face with those rare brown eyes! I am pretty sure she is from 1890 but I will have to check the documentation to be precise. If she is though I imagine she is worth in excess of five thousand dollars, maybe more if the right press is done for the sale."

"I think you have misunderstood, Miss Blakeley," Billy interrupted her and she looked at him blankly. "This doll," he continued, "would be included in payment for your services. My employer wishes to meet you personally and assess your suitability to appreciate his genius as a collector of the most beautiful and rare dolls," Billy smiled at her look of surprise, "Mr Milieu would like to invite you to his house for a weekend at your earliest convenience to discuss his collection with you."

Jillian looked down at the doll before her, she could only dream about adding something this perfect to her small collection and here it was being offered to her for a weekends work. She would be crazy to say no. Jillian tried to keep the eagerness from her voice as she looked up from the doll again with wide eyes. "Just let me check my schedule," she said as she turned to her computer. 

"Mr Milieu will be most pleased that you will be accepting the invitation," Billy said, "You may keep the doll to authenticate it properly before the meeting. When shall we expect you?"

Jillian turned back to him, "I am afraid I have plans this weekend, the weekend after appears clear though, if that suits your employer."

"I am sure it will be exactly as he wished it to be, Miss Blakely. We will be in touch before the date," Billy stood and held out his hand to her. She took, it still slightly put off by the odd little mans appearance and demeanour, so like a doll himself it was almost creepy.

As soon as the man left her office Jillian went into action. She started to research, not the doll which from experience she knew to be authentic, but the reclusive Jacques Milieu himself. There was very little information about the recluse. He was independently wealthy; a philanthropist giving monies to a variety of charities and sponsoring more than one university scholarship, but he never seemed to appear in public and there were no known photo's of the man. 

It seemed there was no background information about his family or where he had come from before moving to this country a decade ago. Jillian was frustrated as she spent the weekend trawling the internet for gossip, rumour and innuendo about the mysterious recluse she was to meet the following week.

Returning to work the following week, Jillian called friends within the antique trade ostensibly to talk about the doll Jacques Milieu had sent her but also to see if anyone had ever dealt with the man himself in person before. She did find one person who said that he had heard of another woman who had gone to meet the man but she had resigned from the company he worked at shortly after the meeting. He wasn't unsure what had happened to her since then. She had taken the jibes of the man she was speaking to about women getting clucky and that the woman concerned had probably run off to have babies with a grain of salt. Jillian was not that sort of woman; she didn't even have a steady boyfriend as she had been so focused in her ambition to conquer the antiques world through the auction house she worked for.

The following weekend, it was with a little trepidation and a great deal of curiosity that Jillian drove to the home of Jacques Milieu. The house, if you could call the huge structure a house, was made of rough sandstone and stood imperiously in the middle of a small open plain. The tyres of her car crunched on a pale gravel driveway as she slowly approached the gates and leaned out of the car window to press the button hearing a loud buzzing before a voice inquired, "Miss Blakeley?"

"Yes. I am here to meet Mr. Milieu, as arranged," she replied sounding more confident than she felt.

"Drive up and to the left of the house, please, Miss Blakeley," the voice instructed and gate began to open. Jillian drove through the gateway looking into the rear vision mirror to see the gates close ominously behind her. Shaking herself she looked ahead, the fact that despite all her research she still barely knew who this man was that made her feel a little concerned. It only stood to reason that such a reclusive man would have tight security around his home.

She drove to the left side of his house where she spotted Billy, who directed her to a parking garage. Gathering her over night bag and brief case from the car boot she smiled and walked to where Billy stood. "Hello, again," she smiled trying to seem self assured.

"Welcome, Miss Blakeley, if you will follow me, please?" Billy said formally. Jillian followed him into the house, noticing that while the clothes had changed, his style hadn't. He had the rosy cheeked glow of a doll as if he had been painted that way. 

"I wasn't expecting the amount of traffic leaving town this weekend; I hope I haven't kept Mr Milieu waiting," Jillian spoke quietly as she trailed behind the man through the conservatory and into the house proper. She gasped as she entered the enormous foyer gazing at the grand staircase and dark polished wood of the banisters and furniture. Realising she had been staring she closed her mouth and followed the man up the staircase.

As they reached the top of the flight of stairs, Billy spoke again, "That is Mr Milieu's wing," he indicated the area to the right of the stairs with a wave of his hand, "He would appreciate it if you did not enter that part of the house." He continued to walk along the hallway to the left as he spoke, "Mr Milieu has put you in the Victorian room. You will find some examples from the collection you are here to appraise within display cases there." 

Jillian was shown not to just a room but a suite of rooms decorated in the Victorian style, "I will leave you to freshen up and join us downstairs when you are ready," Billy turned to leave but Jillian stopped him.

"How will I know how to find you? I mean, this place is immense," she asked, waving her arms about.

Billy seemed to consider her though it was hard to tell with his doll-like face. "I will be back to escort you in one hour," he said looking at his watch, then he abruptly turned closing the door behind him.

Jillian looked around the large sitting room of the suite, and noting the glass cases holding individual dolls as she went to drop her bags in the bedroom. She decided to freshen up first before she got lost in her study of what she was sure were rare and valuable dolls. Taking a fresh blouse and skirt from her bag she went into the ensuite to freshen up and change. She rushed through the shower and changed quickly as her curiosity ran wild with the glimpses of the dolls she had seen in the sitting room. She wanted to spend as much time as possible examining them before Billy returned.

She spent the next forty-five minutes moving from case to case throughout the suite of rooms recognising rare examples or very good copies of the coveted French and German fashion dolls of the Victorian era. Jillian didn't dare take them from the cabinets but rather moved around pressing her face as close as possible to the glass without fogging it up with her breath.

Billy arrived knocking softly on her door all too soon for Jillian and she sighed as she went to open the door, leaving her inspection of what she thought may have been a doll by Adelaide Huret. She followed the creepy man-doll back through the hallway and down the stairs to the foyer again. "High tea will be served in the conservatory," Billy said ushering her forward toward the brightly lit doorway.

"High tea," Jillian repeated as she walked towards the door. It was like she had stepped back in time within this huge house. She was glad she had chosen to wear a conservative blouse and skirt. Taking a deep breath she walked through the door, prepared to greet the owner of home and thank him for his invitation. What she hadn't been prepared for was the man who greeted her warmly as soon as she entered.

"Hello, you must be Miss Blakely," he said formally, taking her hand and guiding her to a seat at the table. "I am Jack. How do you take your tea?"

Jillian was speechless for a few moments as she sat where she was guided and tried to find the words to reply. She pulled herself together and answered slowly, "I am afraid I am not much of a tea drinker. I'm sorry, perhaps some water might be available?" She smiled despite the uneasy feeling this man's appearance gave her. 

Short for a man, he limped when he walked. She guessed that was an additional injury apart from the burn scars that covered half of his face, disfiguring his ear and neck as well. "Of course." Jacques or Jack as he called himself, rang small bell. A middle aged woman bustled in wearing the black and white livery of a house servant from the Victorian era. "Could you bring some water and a carafe of juice for our guest please, Rose?" Jack asked in a soft voice.

The maid curtsied and smiled, "Yes Sir," she whispered and disappeared again. 

The afternoon went by quickly as in an attempt to make Jillian feel more at ease, Jack began to talk of his love for collecting rare and unique dolls. Knowing she shared his passion to some degree, he probed her knowledge on the various well-known makers from the Victorian era. "Some excellent examples from the 1920's are beginning to become sought-after as well, do you have much knowledge of these?" Jack placed some photos on the table before her.

Jillian sorted the photo's into small groups while she spoke, "These are Boudoir dolls, bed dolls to some. This one looks like it has a Gish face that will make it more valuable. I would need to see the makers mark but I think if any were by Lenci or Biertz, they would be worth the investment." She looked back up at the man who was smiling at her.

"Would you like to see them perhaps?" he chuckled.

Jillian gasped, "You have bought them already?" 

"A fellow collector recently had to liquidate a portion of his collection I bought the consignment sight unseen. I believe it arrived yesterday, but I have been far to busy to see to it. These pictures were part of the reason I bid so highly on it." He could see the questions bubbling up inside the girl seated opposite him and stopped speaking to allow her to ask them.

"I haven't heard of any auctions recently featuring dolls like this," Jillian stated.

"No it was a strictly private affair between several friends of the poor man." He watched her brow furrow. "It is not uncommon for deals to be struck between fellow collectors; to be sure the dolls are well cared for," he explained further.

"I guess I can understand that," Jillian looked back at the photos scattered before her. "I am here to appraise this collection?" she asked curiously, knowing she had brought the wrong reference materials with her for this. "I had thought after your wonderful gift that you were looking for information on the fashion dolls from the Victorian era," she explained. "I am not sure I can give this collection the appraisal it deserves."

"I am sure you will do fine." Jack smiled crookedly the scars pulling at his lip making it seem more of a snarl than a smile. "Shall we go inspect it?"

"Of course," she said, a little unsure of herself at this new information. She took the hand he offered her without thought, before feeling the scarred rough skin beneath her own softer hand. She immediately flinched by steeled herself, in order to not pull her hand away. The snarling smile appeared on his face again as they walked through the great foyer once more to a large library. "Books and dolls," Jack began to explain, "were my only friends after my accident and the long years of rehabilitation I spent in hospital."

As in the room she had been given for the weekend there were extraordinary examples of rare dolls within glass cases set into nooks around the room. Jillian felt she could spend a week exploring just this room massive room, let alone what other treasures this house held. Several large boxes were stacked around a small sitting area and still guiding her by the hand, Jack led Jillian to sit on a comfortable velvet chaise before walking to a large mahogany desk and picking up a few sharp looking implements. Jillian shivered as he turned back toward her, she had brief visions of Freddy Krueger and she shook her head to dispel them. This man seemed genuinely nice. She had to stop focusing on his appearance and more on his words.

Placing the implements on the small table between the chairs, Jack picked up a box and put it beside her on the chaise, "It's almost like Christmas," she said and his lips turned into that macabre snarling smile. Despite her feeling of ill ease at his smile, she admitted she was excited at the prospect of revealing the dolls and smiled in return, dropping her eyes from his and gazing at the box in expectation. 

Jack took up a sword-shaped letter opener and carefully ran it down the middle of the tape that was holding the top of the heavy cardboard box together. The sound was dry and rasping and as he slowly drew it along the line, she shivered again. Gritting her teeth, Jillian watched the careful progress of the sword, not wanting to look up at the disfigured man beside her. The box finally opened, they both pulled at the straw that surrounded it before Jack pulled out the doll cradling it softly in his scarred and disfigured hands.

It was a gorgeous doll and looking up at Jack she began her assessment before looking back down at the doll. "She has the most gorgeous face which collectors call the "Gish" face believed to have been fashioned after Lillian Gish, a famous actress of the time," Jillian began, carefully took the doll from Jack's hands to inspect her more closely. Jillian started her voice recorder which she had brought with her and Jack leaned forward to turn it off. "I won't be able to give you a formal written appraisal if I don't have the notes," Jillian stated. She was startled by his actions.


The Doll Collector Ch. 01



"If you insist." He pullled his hand back, "but I would rather you just talked to me."

"As you wish," Jillian left the decision to Jack. He was paying her for this after all, so it was his choice if she had a comprehensive written appraisal to go with her words. 

"Well," she began, "It's a Lenci Salon Lady otherwise known as a Boudoir doll." Jillian looked up at the face of the man who stared at her urging her to continue. "She is tagged Turin Italy 165/26 which is the tag Lenci used in the early 1920's. Which means she is a series 165 doll and in absolutely excellent condition." She smiled showing her enjoyment at holding such a rare doll in her hands. She was slowly becoming at ease with the snarling smile that greeted her own, "She is exquisite, Jack. Do you want me to continue with the full appraisal or would you like to check the other boxes and I can record my full appraisals for you before I leave tomorrow?"

"Please continue," Jack sad softly, "I am enjoying your enthusiasm for the sweet salon lady."

Jillian's face lit up and she started to really examine the doll. Her voice was strong when she finally spoke again, "She measures 24 inches and has wonderful pressed and painted facial features exquisitely done with brown side-glancing eyes, painted lashes and arched brows." She took a breath while still staring at the dolls face. "She has the lower lighter lip colour with the 2 dots which Lenci is known for. Her blonde mohair wig is styled with long ringlets in the front and a little bun in the back."

Turning the doll and picking at the clothes, lifting and feeling them she began again, "Her outfit consists of felt and organdie boxes with a wonderful corsage of felt roses trailing her waist (pinned on) and in her hair. She is also wearing a white ruffled pinafore or apron with two ruffled pockets and is holding a hankie in one hand." Knowing this doll may never see the light of day again in an auction house, Jillian wished she had her voice recorder on. 

"She has two organdie slips as undergarments, her original stockings and black high heeled shoes," Jillian was undressing the doll as she spoke, "She has a felt swivel head and elongated body with moving legs for sitting or standing position. Overall she is in excellent condition for her age." Again she looked up into his face to see his strange smile as she spoke.

"There is some age darkening to her outfit which is to be expected due to her age and under close inspection in the back I see one small spot and a slight tear in one of the organdie boxes. There are a couple of small tears on her stockings and one under her shoe but it does nothing at all to distract from her overall excellent condition. I only mentioned for them accuracy," Jillian said with a note of finality to her voice and handed the doll back to its owner.

"Just beautiful," Jack murmured, looking directly at Jillian and not the doll before recovering himself. "You know I have watched you do that many times on television, as a guest presenter on the Antiques show, but it was worth seeing it in person. Shall we do another one?" Jack discarded the doll laying her carefully back in her box before choosing another box randomly.

"You have seen me on TV?" Jillian was seriously surprised. "I have rarely done more than a commercial for the auction house."

"I guess the live feeds I have to the auction house made me believe it is more often." Jack got up abruptly after his confession and rang a small bell. Rose arrived discreetly and Jack's lips quirked in his odd smile, "Can you bring us a bottle of the Billycart please, Rose."

"Of course, Sir," Rose replied and turned to leave.

"Champagne?" Jillian questioned.

"Well judging by the first doll this consignment was better than I expected," Jack enthused, "It calls for a celebration, yes?"

"Well yes. It is a rare and fine example of the dolls of that period." Jillian looked at the doll again as it lay on top of the straw and nodded, "She is exquisite."

"Well let's see what is in the next one?" Jack artfully diverted her attention. Once again Jillian felt her skin crawl as the sword-like box cutter slid through the tape holding the second box closed. When they moved the straw aside, they found a Lenci Bed Boudoir Doll in a green floral dress. She was 24 inches tall, all felt and jointed, so that she was able to sit. She wore layers of organdie underwear, and a beautiful bright green dress, with flowers all over; it had some very light fading in a few spots, and minimal tiny holes. She had brown painted eyes and blond hair sewn into the original set. She had green heeled shoes and was wearing a hat. The hat had some restoration, the bright green ribbon on the hat having been replaced. She was a very pretty doll but not nearly as beautiful as the first they had uncovered.

Jillian went through her examination and talking spiel of appraisal while her glass was refilled by Jack. She had never felt champagne go to her head quite as quickly as this did but she guessed having no lunch and the fact that she did not partake in the high tea as she should have made her woozy.

After the third doll Jillian remembered being called for dinner and walking arm-in-arm with Jack to the dining room. After that she remembered nothing until the following morning. She woke up in her bed and stretched languidly despite a heavy ache in the back of her neck. The wine had really got to her and she felt bad that she had drunk too much failing to complete the job she was hired for. Getting up she still felt groggy and the fact that she remembered very little of the dinner or how she actually got to her room bothered her as she went to shower.

No matter how she tried to think it through, the missing evening failed to emerge into her memory. She massaged the back of her neck and felt the tenderness there. She wondered what she had done as it felt like more of a stinging feeling than the ache that comes with bad sleeping patterns. Perhaps a mosquito bite but it would have had to have been one huge mosquito to leave such a painful bite.

Jillian got dressed and walked down the stairs, unsure of her way. From that point she found the conservatory, which she found empty. Searching her limited memory of the evening before she walked across the entrance foyer to find the library and smiled as she saw the boxes still piled around the small table where they had been in her last memory of the room. 

Walking over to the boxes Jillian furrowed her brows. While most lay open there were still two boxes unopened. 'How could that be?' she thought to herself. 'We spent all night in here didn't we?' She tried to work out the muddled images in her mind. She sat down on the chaise and cradled her head in her hands. When she looked up again, Billy was standing before her.

"I am sorry to disturb you Miss, but breakfast will be served in the conservatory as soon as you are ready." Billy's porcelain doll like face beamed at her. Jillian gazed at him, taking in his words and nodded as she took in the fact he seemed to be wearing what she assumed were lederhosen, the suspenders, long socks and bright shorts needing only a hat to be the epitome of a folk doll from Germany.

Following Billy to the conservatory, Jillian felt numb and barely reacted to the deformed figure of Jacques Milieu who sat waiting for her. She absently rubbed at her neck as she sat down where she was guided. 

"How are you feeling this morning, Jillian," Jack enquired as she sat opposite of him.

"I am feeling a little worse for wear. I don't remember drinking that much; it must have gone to my head with having nothing to eat," Jillian said weakly.

"Do you not remember the dinner we ate together?" Jack tilted his head to look at her more intently, "Perhaps, I should call you a Doctor. You may have had an allergic reaction to something."

"We ate?" Jillian put her head in her hands and rubbed at her eyes. Try as she might she just couldn't remember anything after opening the fourth box and drinking more champagne. "I am so sorry," she murmured, "I don't usually drink much at all."

"Come eat some breakfast, it will help you feel better I am sure," Jack said kindly. "If not I will call the doctor and you can stay an extra night in the guest room."

"I don't want to inconvenience you at all." Jillian tried to smile but her head ached, "I am sure I will be fine and it is an easy drive back to the city." Sitting up straighter she took in the array of breakfast available to her and reached for a piece of toast.

"How would you like your eggs Miss?" Rose asked quietly.

"A poached egg would be lovely, please, Rose." Jillian smiled trying her best to put a good appearance forward despite how she felt.

"Of course Miss." Rose quietly left the room and Jillian buttered her toast, taking a small bite and chewing slowly as she waited for her eggs.

"We didn't quite get through the consignment last night. We should tackle the last two boxes after breakfast, if you are feeling up to it." Jack still looked at her with concern.

"Of course," Jillian answered quickly, "That was why you were gracious enough to have me in your home after all."

Jacks mouth curled into that snarling smile as he answered, "It was indeed a pleasure to have you," he paused looking at her intently, "here, in my home."

The way he said the last made her feel uncomfortable and she rubbed absently at the ache in the back of her neck.

Jack continued to make small talk about the collection he had received and how it would fit with the rest of his private collection upstairs. Jillian, feeling better after having eaten, looked toward the stairs in the foyer and considered after all the dolls in cases she had seen in her own room and the library. 'What could possibly be in his private collection,' voicing her question without thinking. "What type of dolls do you keep in your private collection?" Her voice was soft and thoughtful.

"The most rare and beautiful of course," Jack said enigmatically, "I am sure you will enjoy it one day. Until then, shall we finish what we were working on last night?"

The rest of the morning flew by as Jillian became engrossed in her passion for antique dolls again. She felt better as the morning went on and Rose continued to supply her with fresh bottles of Evian. It was edging into the afternoon by the time they finished and she wrote out the small cards of their attributes and an approximate value. Each was a stunning example from the Boudoir Doll range but she felt herself drawn back the first one she had uncovered, the beautiful Gish face and flowers in the mohair wig were stunning. The doll was obviously well-cared-for from her beginnings.

Placing the doll carefully back into her box Jillian turned to Jack, "Thank you for your hospitality but I should be getting back to the city before it gets any later. I am still not quite feeling up to par."

"Stay for lunch at least," Jack said quickly.

"No I really can't if I want to beat the traffic," Jillian said determinedly. "The blank spots in her mind from the night before were bothering her and this house and their owner were beginning to make her skin crawl. She shivered involuntarily as he took her hand and moved it toward his scarred mouth. Attempting a weak smile Jillian withdrew her hand 

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It had been well over a month since Jillian had met the reclusive, Jacques Milieu. In her mind she refused to call him Jack as that would imply friendship and she would rather not remember the strange weekend she spent in his mansion. It wasn't the scars that had made her ill-at-ease but rather the whole atmosphere of his home. The strange staff that seemed doll-like themselves and the mysterious private collection she was warned against seeking out during her time there. Most of all though were the lost hours in her memory. Jacques had assured her they had eaten dinner together, several dolls she could not remember unpacking had been appraised and she had woken in bed fully clothed in her sleepwear, yet she remembered none of it. 

She didn't drink more than two glasses of wine in a night as a rule but somehow she must have gotten drunk enough to forget everything. She just couldn't work out how it could have been possible to not remember drinking more than a couple of sips of the first glass. Again she shivered, imagining what could have happened to her that she might not be aware of.

In the limited contact she had had with Jacques since that weekend she had been strictly business-like and had declined further invitations to visit and view his collection, offering instead to do a full appraisal at a lesser rate if he sent the dolls to her. The final email he had sent had spoken of his intention to think over her offer and his disappointment that she was unable to make it back out to the country due to her work commitments.

Finally Jillian turned off her computer. She had a well-deserved weekend off for the first time in months or so it seemed. As she gathered her bag and keys she turned to the door, dreaming of her small cosy apartment and the soft bed that waited for her. During the week she had shopped for special treats that would make her quiet weekend perfect. She rode the lift to the basement car park she smiled softly as the man beside her lamented about the predicted rain. That would make her plans to stay indoors even better and she could almost hear the rain softly beating against the windows in her imaginings.

Even the traffic on the way home could not dampen Jillian's mood. She unlocked the door to her apartment and went to shower gathering her robe on the way. While Jillian stood under the shower with the water washing away the tensions of the last week, she was oblivious to the shadowy figure who had crept to her front door and was now working away at it with a lock pick.

The intruder had no problem opening the locks on Jillian's apartment door. He entered the apartment, setting his large bag down on the floor. The apartment was at first very quiet, but as he made his way in he could hear the shower running. He withdrew a small syringe from his pocket, took up a position outside the bathroom to wait for his prize.

Jillian, completely unaware of the intruder in her apartment, completed her shower, towelled herself off, wrapped her hair in a plush terry cloth towel and herself in a comfy cloth robe before heading for the kitchen.

As Jillian walked unsuspectingly past the intruder, he stealthily came up behind her. Suddenly, Jillian felt a gloved hand covering her mouth; she panicked and struggled as best she could. Jillian was preparing to deliver a painful blow to her attacker's groin, when suddenly she felt the sting of a needle entering her neck as the intruder quickly applied the object in his gloved right hand to Jillian and delivered a dose of strong sedative.

Jillian's eyes flew open. She tried to scream, but the hand that covered her mouth kept her voice muffled to a barely audible gurgle. The sedative worked quickly and she jerked weakly trying to fight the blackness engulfing her before passing out in her attacker's arms.

The intruder then went about preparing the unconscious girl to be transported to her new life. He started by removing the terry cloth towel and robe from his lifeless victim, laying her down on her stomach. He went to his bag and removed a handful of large plastic zip ties which were normally used for industrial use only.

Drawing Jillian's arms behind her back, the intruder quickly placed a tie around her wrists and another pinning her elbows together. Next he tied Jillian's legs. One band went around her left shin, binding it to her thigh, then he repeated the process on her right leg banding her right shin to her thigh, but leaving her legs spread apart. The intruder flipped Jillian over on her back with her arms under her, her legs drifting apart. With his victim securely bound on the floor, the intruder went to Jillian's bathroom, found her hamper and grabbed the panties that had just recently been discarded. He forced open the lower jaw of the unconscious Jillian and then stuffed the panties into her mouth; he secured them in place with several strips of duct tape he had removed from his bag.

The intruder retrieved several lengths of nylon rope from his bag, then grabbed Jillian's ankles and crossed them, forcing her knees far apart. He tied her ankles together then ran a long length of rope down through her crotch, up her back and up over her left shoulder. He continued the rope down over her ankles again, another pass through her crotch, up her back and over her right shoulder. The nylon rope allowed the intruder to easily cinch the rope up tight, forcing the unconscious Jillian into a small tightly wrapped ball of flesh. He played with her exposed cunt for a while before arranging the rope on either side of her pussy lips trapping them between the tight nylon rope, making them puff out and swell slightly.

Jillian's abductor prepared to remove her from the apartment. He removed a heavy military style canvas duffle bag from his kit. He positioned the helpless Jillian at the open end of the bag, and then began to ease it up over her hips. Once she was about halfway inside the bag, the abductor lifted up on the sides of bag and Jillian hit the floor with a thump as she settled to the bottom of the duffle bag. He closed the inside flap over Jillian's head, arranged the eyelets of the bag over the slotted teeth and locked the bag closed with a solid padlock.

The intruder carefully gathered up all of his equipment, the gloves he wore made sure that no fingerprints would be left. He then tidied up the apartment making sure that nothing seemed to be disturbed. He even placed the discarded robe and towel in Jillian's hamper and took her handbag, shoving it in with his gear, to be dumped securely later. After double-checking to make sure every thing was in order he slung the duffle bag over his shoulder and picked up the bag containing his gear. Then checking to make sure the hall was clear, he exited the apartment, locking the door behind him. He proceeded unobserved to the apartment's garage, depositing his gear and his newly acquired collectable in the back of his van.

The van moved through the city, bouncing its cargo about as it went on its way. Jillian came to, but soon realized oblivion was preferable to reality. She could see nothing, could not budge an inch and could only hear the muffled street sounds as the van worked its way to an overcrowded but seldom used warehouse. Her imagination ran rampant, and if truth were known, what was actually in store for her was not too far removed from the nightmarish scenarios that ran though her head.

Finally her abductor reached his destination and pulled the van into the warehouse locking the doors behind him. He opened the back of the van and slung the duffle bag over his shoulder once again. He deposited the it into an open crate located near the warehouse's exit. The duffle bag landed atop the pile of foam peanuts that covered the base of the crate with a thud. Fastened to one side of the crate were two scuba air tanks. Her abductor then unlocked the duffle bag; he grabbed the bottom of the bag and pulled up. Jillian plopped out of the bag and down on top of the foam, she landed on her back, arms under her and her knees crushed into her chest. Her eyes were wide open and panic stricken.

The abductor was amused as he watched his prize doll struggle in the crate. He leaned over the crate, reached in and yanked the tape from Jillian's mouth. Jillian let out a blood-curdling scream, muffled only by the panties still inside her mouth. He removed the panties then backed off, a huge grin on his face, and let Jillian scream for all she was worth. He knew it was all to no avail. With the doors closed on the warehouse, very little sound would escape. And it was unlikely anyone would be around to hear her screams anyway.




The Doll Collector Ch. 01



He finally tired of Jillian's screaming and pleading; he approached the crate again with a syringe in his hand. He carefully injected a larger dose of the powerful sedative into Jillian's neck and soon she was quiet once more. Then he made himself comfortable and waited for the courier truck to arrive.

At about one in the morning the couriers arrived outside the warehouse. The abductor grabbed a breathing apparatus from the wall of the crate and hooked it up to the air tanks, and then he forced it into the sleeping Jillian's mouth. He secured it in place by wrapping several layers of duct tape around Jillian's mouth, careful not to catch her hair, knowing this was an important part of the delivery instructions. He adjusted the valves, made sure Jillian was breathing okay, and then filled the crate with more of the foam packing peanuts that covered the unconscious Jillian.

The top of the crate was being nailed down as the couriers entered the warehouse. It took them no time to load the crate on board. And in less than an hour the couriers were delivering the consignment to her new owner. Eager to return to his home and the rewards for his nights work, Jillian's abductor got back into the van and raced through the back streets to the place he had taken the van from. Exiting the van he grabbed his gear from the back and reached under the back tyre to replace the magnetic key holder. 

Moving into the shadows from the factory car park, the man walked several blocks to his own car in a well lit area far from Jillian's apartment where he knew CCTV camera's could place him if necessary, and threw his gear in the back. Whistling a happy tune he folded his tall muscular frame into the driver's seat and turned the car towards his home.

*****

Jacques Milieu had woken early in anticipation and paced the conservatory floor waiting not only the dawn's arrival but that of a courier truck carrying a very valuable consignment. The buzz at the front gates sounded and Jack hurried to the intercom. He saw the courier van waiting in the small screen and, directing then to the right of the driveway, pressed the button to open the heavy iron gates. Jack's lips curled in satisfaction; he paid an extraordinary salary to keep Joe's loyalty but it was well worth it. Though Joe had many freedoms, Jacques still regarded him as part of his private collection rather than an employee; his own real life GI Joe.

Joe had made good time and arrived home as the courier's, having unloaded the crate, were leaving. Driving past the estate to avoid any recognition from the driver's, though the likelihood of anyone following his trail was scant, he waited an extra fifteen minutes before turning around and doubling back to the mansion; letting himself in through the gates and hurrying to the east wing and the studio.

Of the men who worked for Jacques six had arrived to see new doll uncrated and inducted into her new role. Joe walked into the viewing room with Jacques who took a seat in a large comfortable chair. "You can begin when you're ready," Jacque's voice held an excitement as he indicated the door into the studio with a wave of his damaged hand. Joe knew the girl in the crate belonged to Jacques now but he also knew that Jacques could never truly enjoy her himself. The fire had damaged seventy percent of his body and after decades of painful healing and surgery Jacques had finally put an end to his days in hospital and tried to find his own pleasures.

Joe had become Jacques friend and confidant in one rehabilitation hospital. Joe had recently returned injured from the Gulf War and Jacques was trying one last time to allow doctors to ease his suffering with surgery. Jacques had practically grown up in hospital with dolls as his only friends. He was obsessed with owning the most beautiful and rare and valuable. The men had maintained their friendship outside of the hospital and Joe, unable to reintegrate into society after his tour, became Jacques bodyguard, friend and after discovering the full extent of his friends disability, introduced him to the idea of fuck dolls and sexual aides. 

Even prostitutes balked at the disfigured form of Jacques and he often watched from a corner of the room as the sadistic Joe took his pleasure from the girls of the night and paid them well when his friend was done with them.

Twice Jacques had fallen in love from afar with a woman he had encountered through his obsession with doll collecting. The first had been so overwhelmed by his ardent attentions which continued even after she had told him their relationship could only ever be strictly professional. She had in the end left her auction house and moved away with her husband. That woman was the first Joe had ever abducted for Jacques. Though there had been a couple of others in between that held his interest, he had not been so enthusiastic about a woman as he had been about the newest dolly bound into a tiny ball in the crate that had just been delivered.

Jacques had met her on his own not wanting to be compared to the tall, muscular and handsome Joe but she had rejected any advances he had made since then. Jacques had been strangely quiet about what had actually occurred that weekend but Joe had sought out Billy who had filled him in on all the details. Joe was looking forward to this encounter and he walked slowly into the studio and kicked the crate, hearing a muffled whimper in reply.

Joe grabbed a crowbar to pry open the top of the crate. He turned off the valve to the air tanks. He checked the gauges murmuring, "looks like you only had about thirty more minutes of oxygen left 'little dolly', a good thing we didn't run into any car trouble." He shifted through the packing peanuts until he found the bound up Jillian, extracted the breathing apparatus from her mouth, and then pulled her out of the crate like the prize from a Cracker Jack box. "Did the little dolly enjoy the ride?" Joe crooned with a large grin on his face.

Despite the grogginess that still threatened to engulf her, Jillian felt many things at the moment, but she could not reply to this obnoxious and arrogant man immediately. She felt numb from her extended restraint. She felt hungry and thirsty because she hadn't eaten anything since breakfast. She felt nauseous from the drugs she had in her system. She felt irate at finding herself in this situation, but she felt absolutely no comprehension of his question or how to answer the man who had abducted her and, as weak as she was, she probably couldn't respond as she would have liked to any way.

Joe prepared to release the bound Jillian, but first he fastened a tight collar around her neck. To Jillian it seemed, at first, like a dog collar, but she was confused by what seemed to be some kind of little black box that was attached to it. Had the drugs in her system not caused her to be a little woozy, she probably would have immediately realized exactly what that little black box was. But Jillian, still bound as she was, could offer no resistance and the collar was fastened easily.

Now Joe went about untying the ropes that held her prisoner. After the ropes had been untied he grabbed a pair of wire cutters and cut the plastic ties that bound her arms and legs. Joe allowed Jillian to unfurl her limbs on her own, and then massaged them to get the circulation going again. When Jillian's skin tone started to resemble its' normal colour he stopped and ordered her to stand.

Jillian made no effort to move. Joe grabbed her by the arm and forced her to stand. Jillian tried to gain her balance on wobbly legs.

"Now 'little dolly' it's time you learned to follow instructions." Joe grinned.

Jillian was really getting annoyed about the name he used every time he spoke to her and without thinking bust forth, "What the fuck do you know about manners, you fucking ass hole. I am not a dolly to be toyed with!"

Joe said nothing, but removed a small remote control unit from his pocket and pressed a button.

Jillian convulsed in pain as an electric shock shot through her body, then collapsed back onto the floor.

As Joe grabbed her by the arms and forced her to stand once again, he said, "I know a pretty little dolly with a master's degree in art history shouldn't use that kind of language. We may have to do something about that."

Jillian still wasn't thinking too clearly, but she had no problem remembering the pain caused by the collar, and she definitely recognized the tone in Joe's voice. She decided to be quiet and listen, for now.

"You, little dolly must be pretty smart to have earned a master's degree, so there is no sense in reviewing how you got here. You are here now, and from here there will be no return to the life you knew as Jillian Blakeley. You are now 'little dolly' until your new master gives you a name. You are now the property of your new master, and the sooner you accept that the better off you'll be."

Jillian listened and seethed with anger at every word Joe spoke, "You fucking ass holes won't get away with this. Let me tell you I'm nobody's little dolly, and you're not going to fucking make me one."

Joe let her finish her tirade watching her without emotion, then with a sly little grin on his face held the remote in front of the steaming Jillian. Her eyes grew wide and tears streamed down her face as she realized what was about to happen, "Noooooooooo," she wailed.

Having gained her attention Joe pressed the button, holding it longer than before. This time Jillian did not just collapse, she was rendered unconscious by the electrical jolt. Joe left her on the floor and prepared the doll stand.

When Jillian regained consciousness she was strapped to a stand. Her head ached and she tried to raise her hand but found she couldn't. She tried to look down but found her head was held in place by the collar that had been attached to what felt like a flat metal pole that ran up the centre of her back to the collar. She found she could not lift her arms; they were cuffed just below the elbow and joined by another smaller pole behind her back so they hung at her sides. Likewise her feet seemed immobilized by a similar bar and cuffs.

Looking around she appeared to be alone in the room and she took the time to examine it trying to work out where she was. Jillian tried to sort through the muddle in her mind; she had gone home, had a shower, then..., the box, oh god, the box, then this. The room was like an artist's studio, a wall lined with books, benches along another two walls covered in tools and, she looked closer twisting her head in the too tight collar, what seemed like small pots of paint or make up. The final wall was filled with two massive armoires and a large mirror that was as wide as it was tall.

Her mind worked over what she knew. She was in a strange place with a man she had never seen before. She was being held captive, once again she pulled at the bonds that held her, but why? Why did he call her 'little dolly' and then she remembered; he had said she would not return to her life, that she had an owner now. Jillian felt tears prick at her eyes and began to struggle in earnest, fear coursing through her as the full extent of her situation loomed over her. "Help!" Jillian shouted, "Please someone help me!"

Joe walked back into the room, "There is no one here that will help you little dolly. You will find that everyone who lives in this house is intensely loyal to your new owner."

"You can't do this, you can't own another person." Jillian was becoming hysterical and her voice was almost a screech as she struggled uselessly against the bonds that held her.

Joe held up the remote control and her eyes widened, "Noooooo," Jillian screamed as a short burst of current flowed into her body making her thrash against the stand that held her.

Joe moved closer to her, she could feel his breath against her cheek as he murmured, "We can do this. In fact, we have done this. The sooner you accept that your new life begins now the better off you will be." Jillian shook her head in disbelief unable to form words in her fear. Joe's hand moved down her over her shoulder and cupped an ample breast, watching her eyes fly wide and her breath hiss as he slowly squeezed until his fingers dug into her, painfully making her cry out. 

Jillian couldn't stop crying now and sobbed pitifully as the large man's hand continued its movement down her body to cup her cunt, his fingers gambolling in the soft moist flesh. "Such a pretty little dolly, I am going to enjoy playing with you," his murmur was close to her ear. Pushing two fingers into her, he watched her face closely as she struggled and cried out again and he grinned, "In time you will be begging for my attentions."

"Never," she screeched and fought the feelings that made her wet with the intrusion of his fingers in her cunt.

Joe chuckled, "I can make your life here very enjoyable." He curled his fingers within her and pressed his thumb again her clit, rubbing in slow circles, watching her reactions closely and feeling her slut slime drip around his fingers. "Or I can make your time here unbearable," he said as he suddenly withdrew his fingers and shoved them into her open mouth so deeply that she gagged. His other hand held her jaw in place as he drove the fingers in and out of her mouth making her gag and retch.

Stepping away from the girl, leaving her gasping and sobbing, Joe turned toward the large mirror and smiled. A distant disturbingly familiar voice sounded over a speaker within the room, "Prepare her for appraisal."

Joe turned to the bench and took up a syringe, injecting her with a mild sedative, again making her groggy once more. He then removed her from the stand and moved her to a cold metal table where he could work with ease as the girl floated into a drug-induced sleep. Joe took his time cleaning her thoroughly, giving her an enema, douching her cunt and with great care pushing a feeding tube down her throat and giving her a specialised liquid meal that would sustain her for the long day ahead. Once the needs of her body were seen to, he called in Rose to help dress the little dolly and paint her face.

Jacques had not moved from the viewing room. He had avidly watched as the woman who had so captivated him was transformed into his very own boudoir doll. He had chosen each article of clothing carefully having stripped her and taken precise measurements during her weekend stay so many weeks ago. He his lips curled into the strange snarling smile as another man joined him in the viewing room.

"How are you feeling my friend?" Gabriel asked.

Jacques gave a small laugh, "Always the worry. Do not be concerned, look at what I have to remind me of the beauty of life." Gabriel looked at the girl doll in the other room and pursed his lips; he could see the glazed expression that told him his experimental drugs were working in her system. The Doctor's experimental medication's had not always worked as well as they did now. One of his experiments had gone very wrong several years ago and left a number of young women mindless shells. Doctor Gabriel Reynolds had his medical license suspended pending investigation and his lucrative plastic surgery practise had been shut down. Jacques Milieu had approached him after he had lost everything and offered him assistance, work and friendship. After a drawn out court battle funded by Jacques, Gabriel had retained his license and came to be the personal physician to his benefactor and his unusual household.

He enjoyed being able to work without restrictions and GI Joe supplied him with the test subjects he needed. The prostitutes, rarely knowing where they were or who they were with when they were returned to the streets in a confused state, were rarely able to recount their adventure with much detail. The docile young woman in the next room was not here for him though. This one was destined for Jacques personal collection and possibly more than that. He kept his personal collection in a special room and rarely did more than gaze at them occasionally or give them to his men to use as a reward for loyal service. On rare occasions he would invite a small group of fellow collectors to dinner and have them serve as maids and entertainment.

Gabriel knew though that Jacques was searching for a love to share his life as none of his friends could, and how no woman had been able to as yet. "Are you sure this is the one?" Gabriel asked tentatively, worry for his friend creasing his brow. 

"Yes," Jacques replied simply, "She can be trained with your and Joe's help. I am sure of it. With the right motivation and conditioning she will be perfect."



The Doll Collector Ch. 02



Authors Note: Thank you to RK Moreland for his wonderful editing style, I truly appreciate the tender care her treated my work with and explanations that will help me to improve my own structure and style. If you made it through the first chapter and enjoyed it enough to read the 2nd thank you very much for continuing to read this story. ~ellie

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Jillian stared at herself in the full length mirror of the studio. Only it did not seem to be her. A life sized boudoir doll on a large shining metal doll stand and base stared back equally unbelieving at her. She wanted to scream but in opening her mouth no sound came out except a whispered croak.

"A nice little side effect of the medication you have been given," Joe's voice sounded from behind her and she searched the mirror before her for him. "You will regain the use of your voice when you have learned some manners little dolly. Your Master would like that be to be sooner rather than later." Joe stepped forward into her sight and lower his voice menacingly, "Personally I don't mind how long it takes you as I will be the one to deal with your punishments."

Joe wheeled a box trolley behind her and slid its edge beneath her stand. Tilting the trolley back onto its two wheels he began to walk her toward the door. Jillian began to struggle in fear and the trolley stopped as he growled, "If you insist we can start the punishments now." 

Jillian shook her head with what little movement she had, terror filling her and subduing her urge to fight the restraints. Their slow journey began again as they travelled a well lit hallway to another door and entered what appeared to be a small theatre or poetry club. She was placed on the small stage and left alone. She tried to look out at the shadowy figures she could see but the bright lights made it impossible to make out anything substantial.

"Hello, I am Dean" a softly spoken voice said from beside her as a tall thin man came into her view. "She looks terrified," the voice spoke to someone other than Jillian.

"Her arrival may have been a little more unusual than our normal collectables," A harder, now familiar voice responded and Joe reappeared to stand beside her; she could just make out his form from the corner of her eye. "She has had no time to fully understand her new position. It was considered best to have the appraisal done immediately to impress upon the doll her station and deter any behaviour that may cause discolouration to her beautiful skin tone." Joe took a small syringe from his pocket and pressed it to her neck. The smaller dose had the effect of making her more relaxed without passing out.

Dean nodded his understanding and looking out at the small audience, Jillian could see a limping figure make his way to the front of the seats. Dean smiled at Jillian and said quietly, "Just follow my instructions and there will no need to be frightened of anything." Clearing his throat, Dean turned back to his audience and moved so that they could view the collectable properly.

"Once again the rare quality of dolls produced by the Jack and Jill Company can be seen in this newest collectable boudoir doll," he began, his voice once raised gained timbre and he sounded commanding to Jillian ears. She mused over the name Jack and Jill Company trying to place it in her knowledge of dolls in the antiques market before realising how stupid that was. A company that made women into dolls to be owned and collected would never be a public entity. The drug addled haze that clouded her brain made her smile at her own stupidity and Dean took his cue.

"This dolls face is exquisite and shows a wide variety of emotions, a rarity in dolls such as this. Her wide green eyes and beautifully sculptured brows add even more to the expressions as do the dimpled cheeks," Dean paused pulling her ringlet styled hair up at the back before continuing. "There is a fading henna tattoo of the maker's intention which will no doubt be changed to a more permanent J&J brand after today's appraisal."

All the pieces finally clicked into place as Jillian remembered the ache in the base of her skull she had woken up with when last she was with Jacques Millieu. He had done this to her. She cursed that she never checked it out thoroughly and been more vigilant, but how could she have known this would be her fate. Unable to hide the drug addled confusion that came with the realisation of whom her captor was from her expressive face, she half listened as Dean continued to speak about her facial features. "Her hair is the natural colour leading to no discolouration long term and has been styled to the period in ringlets that fall softly beyond her shoulders. A very nice example of a well informed creator and expert stylist," he smiled and nodded to the audience in acknowledgement.

"She is wearing an antique black dress which I believe to be silk with four groupings of felt appliquéd flowers, three in the front and one in the back. Her dress is very full. There is some fading to her dress in front probably due to sun exposure at some time. It is not particularly noticeable or distracting while on display and mentioned for accuracy only. Likewise the lace covering her breasts is fragile and should be treated with care. She is wearing two necklaces around her neck which may have been added at the time of her creation and her addition to the private collection." Ignoring the shock collar he continued on as if he had explained its presence, "The second holding the company insignia as well as that of the owner." Dean painstakingly slowly removed the outer dress as Joe released and rebound her hands. Jillian was left bare breasted as she stood on inspection for the room and Dean, whose soft voice continued in his appraisal of her.

"Her undergarments are antique organdie and consist of a slip with ruffled bottom and a stiff piece of fabric that serves almost as a hoop skirt to give volume to her dress. Just beautiful!" Dean slipped it down over her hips to puddle around her feet. His hand grazed over her thighs and ass, "She has four tiered ruffled pantaloons and is wearing black silk stockings and black leather high-heeled boots of the era. The stockings are of the same fragile black lace as the accents that held her breasts and adorn the short gloves she wears." 

It took little time to divest her of the pantaloons, boots and stockings. Jillian shivered as she stood bound to the life sized doll stand totally naked to the critical eyes of those who watched her. She felt her skin crawl as Dean ran his hands over her body and carefully inspected every inch of her. "There are no scars or blemishes visible on a soft pale skin. A light smattering of freckles across her shoulders does not detract from her overall appeal." Dean moved in front of her blocking her view of the audience and lightly ran his finger tip from behind her ear to the base of her jaw and then down her neck. Jillian was unprepared for this soft touch after her morning with the sadist Joe who had abducted her. After several long minutes his hands moved down and stroked over her breasts, playing with her hardened nipples. Dean kept eye contact with Jillian as if daring her to look away as he stroked and manipulated her body, making her hate herself for the way she was responding to his tender soft touches.

His hands stroked down over her ribs and back to her breasts as her breath quickened in response and her mind blocked out everything around her except this man's eyes and the feel of his hands on her. His hands traced down over her hips and caressed her ass, following this trail several times before his hand dipped between her legs, parting her damp folds and finding her clit, making her gasp. He pushed two fingers slowly and carefully inside her while his thumb gently rolled circles over her clit until she was trembling with need and on edge. He stopped abruptly and turned back to the audience fishing a handkerchief from his pocket to clean his hand.

"All her erogenous zones are fully functioning and respond well to touch alone, while my inspection was of a softer mode Joe assures me she responds equally to the harsher forms of touch as well." He looked to Joe who nodded in confirmation.

"This is an exceptional boudoir doll of a quality rarely seen and in such pristine condition. She is like a little piece of history of days gone by. Collectors could only dream of owning such a perfect collectable." Dean smiled and stepped away from the girl down into the audience. Jillian tried to follow his movements to be sure her suspicions about her captor were correct.

"Take her to the doctor now, so I can write up the full appraisal to go with the photographs," Dean said to Joe as he returned to the stage area. Jillian felt rather than saw the trolley move behind her stand and slide under the base. Even though she had readied herself the jolt, the strange weightless feel of being wheeled to another room along with the heavy sedatives in her system, made her feel queasy.

The strong smell of antiseptic assaulted her nose as another door was opened and she was deposited in the white room. Joe busied himself checking her reactions and reflexes before beginning to undo the restraints that held her in place. Jillian wilted limply as the head rest style collar of the stand and metal rod were taken from her back and neck. It was as if her legs were made of rubber suddenly and Joe picked her up easily as any thoughts she had about fighting her situation were made inconsequential amid the unwillingness for her limbs to cooperate with her brain.

Turning, Joe placed her in an examination chair and began to buckle her limbs into the restraints. Jillian wondered why this would happen as she could barely move of her own volition and the thought made her laugh. It was a strange mirthless soundless laugh that turned to tears as she began to realise that there would be no hero out there looking for her, her own body had betrayed any chance she had of fighting what was happening to her and her only other weapon, her voice, had been taken away along with the use of her limbs. 

A new voice sounded in the room and unable to bare the reality of her situation any longer Jillian closed her eyes tightly willing it to be a dream, a nightmare that she could perhaps wake up from. The physical examination was so thorough that she felt violated by the clinical detachment of the doctor and his intense scrutiny of every part of her. He had asked a myriad of questions requiring only a yes or no answer to which she answered by a shake or a nod. He had taken blood and had placed a bed pan below the chair and angled it sharply before ordering her to pee. Seeing no other choice she let go of the stream she had been holding for some time with a little relief once the humiliation of the act washed over her.

She lay there after he was done and the doctor had moved to a desk and sat at his computer, he had labelled the samples to be tested and stored them. Jillian heard murmuring and she was moved by Joe to a chaise where he held his remote control to the shock collar about her neck and left her unbound warning her silently what would happen should she move from where he had placed her. Jillian tried to stretch her limbs and rotate her ankles and wrists. She was beyond tired and try as she might now that she was in a comfortable place, she could not keep her eyes open, her mind vaguely considered the drugs coursing through her system as she fell asleep.

Her dreams were washed out and dull, images of Jacques Milieu as the kind attentive host he had been when she had visited him, were underpinned by the low murmuring voice of the doctor. Somehow she knew the voice was right, Jacque would never hurt her; he just wanted to make her happy and safe. He loved her and deserved to be loved despite his deformities. The longer she slept the stronger the images and words became until she stirred to wakefulness to see the doctor sitting beside her patting her hand.

"How are you feeling?" Doctor Gabriel inquired as she blinked, looking up at him. 

"Can I go home now?" Jillian croaked, happy that her voice had partially returned and knowing that Jacques was a kind man who would not want her here if he knew she was so unhappy. 

"You are home," The doctor said sadly shaking his head and standing to step aside and allow Joe closer to the girl. Jillian cowered back into the chair her eyes glued to the small remote in Joe's hand as he stood over her.

Joe smiled evilly down onto her as he said in a low growl, "You haven't been listening today have you little dolly? You have a new life now, with your Master. You are home."

"I just want to go home, please," she croaked, "Please let me go home. I won't say a word to anyone about all this, I promise."

"The doctor and I both just told you little dolly, you are home." Joe laughed, picked her up slinging her over his shoulder and walked to the stand. "You take your time adjusting though because until you accept that fact, you are my instruct and you will find I am not the soft sensitive type your new owner is." He slapped her ass hard to emphasise his point.

Tears filled Jillian's eyes as he strapped her into the doll stand once more; unable to move to fight him all she could do was croak a whispered plea which only made his smile wider. The queasiness that filled her whenever she was wheeled from room to room surfaced again as Joe took her into a lift and they ascended two flights. He wheeled her to a door marked with a small cameo in rose pink and cream tones and a brass nameplate labelled, "Lady Jane". Joe sat her before the door and opened it inward giving her a view of the room. 

A woman dressed as a courtesan blinked at the doorway, a small smile crossing her shiny pink lips as she saw that Joe was standing in the doorway. She began to walk toward him but he held up his hand and shook his head. The smile turned to a pout which gave way to surprise when he stood to the side revealing Jillian behind him. The woman's eyes widened and she quickly turned away, hiding her heavily made up doll-like face. She moved to sit in a comfortable chair and picked up a book beginning to read where she had left off ignoring Joe and the girl. It wasn't until the girl's look of shock that Jillian remembered that she was naked within the straps that bound her to the stand and her humiliation coloured her body and face in several shades of pink.

"As you can see," Joe said quietly, "Your life here can be quite comfortable and you will actually be eager to have my attention, once you accept your place here. This will be your home Jillian, in a room just like this designed especially for you." 

"I don't want to be here," her croaky voice whispered, "I just want to go home," and again tears fell marring the doll-like make up that caked her face.

"All the better for me," Joe smirked an evil look in his eyes, "That means you stay with me for now." He closed the door and moved with her back to the lift taking her back down to the basement floor. Walking her up a hallway he wheeled her into an austere room closing the door behind him. Jillian looked around the room. A small cot lined one wall, the windows had been barred and painted black. The ceiling and walls were decorated with a series of hooks and large eyelets and she cringed at the chains that looped between them. The only other deviation to the bleak grey walls was a small door on the left side of the small room and an armoire like the one in the room she had first been in.

Joe chuckled seeing her cringe and bent to undo her bonds freeing her from the stand. He pulled her forward and walked her on shaky legs to the middle of the room. Pulling her hands above her head he wrapped them in soft leather cuffs and stroked his hands back down over her shoulders cupping her breasts. Toying with her nipples he stepped away pinching them between thumb and finger making her body bow towards him and her feet shuffle uncomfortably on the slate floor. She cried out in a coarse whispered voice.

"Your new Master," he growled into her ear, "Wants to have you living like Lady Jane, a pampered and adored dolly in his private collection." Again he stepped back pulling on the tortured nipples watching her face as she grimaced and try to cry out. "I on the other hand am very happy to have a fuck dolly to play with down here in my own personal dungeon." He let go of her nipples letting her swing back into place in the middle of the room.

"It is a shame that he still believes you will come around and accept your place in his collection and more importantly at his side, I would dearly love to whip you and see how beautifully your skin marks," Joe said matter-of-factly opening the armoire and selecting a soft flogger. "But as your perfect skin must remain that way for now perhaps this will add a little of the rosy colour I like to see in a fuck dolly's cheeks."

"Please, no. I just want to go home. Please, I won't tell anyone I was here, just let me go home," There was an edge of hysteria in her croaking whisper as he walked back to stand behind her. She twisted and moved in the chains to put distance between them making Joe growl. His hand flicked out with a deft movement, the flogger catching her on her ass.

"You are still not listening little dolly," he said with frustration, "You are home and the sooner you realise that, the better off you shall be." Groaning as she began to beg again he returned to the armoire and retrieved a ball gag forcing it into her mouth, having difficulty buckling it in place without damaging her hair as she struggled. He reached into his pocket and tapped on the remote control hidden there. The jolt on the shock collar had the twin effect of stopping her struggling and silencing her but to make his point he continued to force the ball gag further into her mouth and buckle it in place. He watched in satisfaction as tears ran from her terrified eyes.

Joe took the time, as she recovered from the jolt, to cuff and chain her ankles to the floor spreading her legs to allow him access to all of her body. She did not resist anymore and the soft crying from behind the ball gag was further muted by the pain in her throat. It would be a shame that he would not be able to use that hole tonight but, he laughed to himself, it was just as well as she may have bitten him.

Having subdued the doll without resorting to more drugs which he had been warned against by the doctor after having given her so much today, Joe stepped back and surveyed her. Jacques had a good eye for beautiful women and the one before him was stunning. He felt his cock harden as he picked up the flogger once more and at a slow pace began to colour her ass and back. He moved slowly around to her front moving his arm in a figure eight movement and looking into her eyes as he coloured her tits and belly, landing the flogger several times between her legs. 

Seeing Jillian begin to have trouble breathing, Joe released the ball gag and took a cloth to clean her face and nose from the evidence of her crying. She opened her mouth to speak once but he stopped her by placing a finger on her lips and shaking his head, showing her the remote once more to warn her properly of the consequences.

His hands ran down over her breasts feeling the heat in her pink skin and teasing the hard pebble like nipples between his thumb and forefinger again. Having received a satisfying grimace and soft whimper he let one hand dip down between her widened thighs. His fingers expertly rubbed and teased at her clit delving slightly inside her, feeling the heat and wetness that told him she was responding to both his constant attention to her pleasure zones albeit harshly and the aphrodisiac laced drugs that ran through her system. Pulling his fingers from her he held them before her face and painted her lips with her own scent.




The Doll Collector Ch. 02



"You like being my fuck dolly, don't you? The evidence is on your lips so you can't deny it," He smirked leaning in close to her face as if to kiss her but tormenting her further by forcing a finger into her mouth and making her clean his fingers one by one. After a moment of muddled thoughts she realised the consequences of biting him would be dire so she sucked between sobs.

Joe leaned down and undid one ankle cuff. He picked her foot up from the floor, extending her leg out and holding it straight in front of her body. With slow fluid movement he tilted her body slightly and raised her foot above her head before taking another cuff and chain from a hook in the ceiling and fixing it to her ankle.

"Very nice extension and flexibility, little dolly, did you attend dance class as a child?" He congratulated her and studied her position. Her cunt was open and on display to his eyes now and he could see that despite her predicament she was aroused. He silently acknowledged the doctor's genius with pharmaceuticals as his cock jumped in his loose pants and giving in to his own need he began to unbuckle his belt. Jillian watched him wide-eyed. She began shaking her head too afraid to speak as he let the pants fall. The lack of underwear should not have surprised her but it did none the less as his huge cock stood erect, swollen and red while he pulled his shirt over his head.

"Ah well never mind," Joe murmured moving close to her misunderstanding the shaking of her head purposely, "We shall teach you to dance here." He pressed against her shaking body the wet heat of her cunt covering his cock as it glided between her folds teasing them both.

"Please..." Jillian whispered meaning to continue with, don't do this, but he cut her off again.

"I love when the dollies beg," he murmured and bending his knees to angle the head of his cock into the entrance of her cunt he straightened again driving up into her revelling in her croaking cry of painful pleasure. He cared not for her pleasure at all though, fucking her hard and deep gripping her breasts in both hands and squeezing them as he slammed up into her over and over again. 

It seemed to Jillian that he had been fucking her for hours when he finally grunted and pulled his cock from her, spurting his cum over her cunt and belly. Stepping away he leaned against the wall, breathing raggedly, watching the woman slump in the chains. Once he had regained control again he picked up the flogger returning it to the armoire and taking up a camera. 

"For my personal collection," he smiled raising her head to look at him and taking several photos of the abused woman so open and exposed. "I will send someone to clean you up and release you," Joe continued as he pulled on his pants and turned to leave the room with his camera still in hand. He stopped looking back over his shoulder, "While you are down here you are mine to play with, and any I should to send in here will have the same rights I have and the same remote control for that collar you wear. Do I make myself clear?"

Jillian's head came up, the look of horror on her face saying that she understood all too well. Joe chuckled at the look on her face before leaving the room and closing the door with a deafening click. He stood for a minute on the other side of the door listening to the woman begin to cry again. Tomorrow he would be able to start training her properly but tonight would be a long night for the new doll and he went to get Billy who had been asked to wait in the studio.

Jillian hung in her chains sobbing at what had happened to her in the past twenty-four hours. She still believed she could reason with these people, that she didn't have to accept her place here among these... these... freaks, was the only word she could come up with that could possibly explain everything from the bag and box she had been transported here in, to the studio and the amphitheatre where she had been appraised as she would appraise a doll herself, the doctor who should be helping her not her captors and now this dungeon of sorts. The thoughts whirled round in her head and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she had been abducted by a madman.

It was with these thoughts that the door opened once again. Jillian recognised the small man who had come to her office on behalf of Jacques Milieu and offered her the antique doll in exchange for visiting the renowned doll collector at his country house. Anger towards the little man bubbled within her and needing someone to blame she spat, "It's you! How could you do this to me?"

"I didn't do this. Your profile within the antiques world and television presence did this to you. Were you not in that type of position with a similar love of collectable dolls, Jacques would not have been so enamoured of you," Billy explained after closing the door behind him. "Personally, I prefer the more macho GI Joe or Action figure dolls but Master prefers the softer prettier female type of doll, and at this moment his heart is set on you."

"You set me up bringing that doll to my office," Jillian snarled in her croaking whisper unable to move from her chains to attack the small man physically thinking she could overpower him if she could just be free of the chains.

"You set yourself up," Billy replied exasperated. "You didn't have to accept the offer, you didn't have to come here and charm the Master as you did. You only have yourself to blame and if you don't stop blaming me..." he lifted the remote Joe had given him from his pocket.

"You wouldn't," Jillian gasped.

"What you have to understand is that while you're down here you are at Joe's mercy, or mine, or any of the other's he decides to let through that door. You will also find that each and everyone of us are intensely loyal to the Master. Not just the dolls but the household staff too," Billy tapped the button lightly and watched as she arched in her chains. "As you can see I could and I did and I will again for as long as you are down here for us to play with."

He had stepped close and run a finger through a smear of cum on her belly before tasting it. "Joe sent me in here to clean up," he smiled and bent his head to lick over the cum that had sprayed on her belly, moving his head down seeking more making loud wet lapping noises. Though determining not to enjoy the feel of the feathery tongue against her skin Jillian felt her cunt clench in pleasure as his head dipped even further seeking out the cum and wondered what was in those drugs they had given her so freely throughout the day. The feeling of the tongue scouring her cunt and moving over clit built up a need in her again and she fought with herself wondering how being chained and used against her will could be so erotic as to bring her to the pint of orgasm again in such a short amount of time.

Billy's tongue was well educated, as one of his Masters original dolls and often on show to his friends he was well versed in most fetishes and sexual acts. While predominantly preferring sex with a male partner he knew that what he was doing to this new doll would undo her soon enough. Adding first one then several fingers to the sensations he gave her cunt she brought her to a body wrenching climax that set the chains that held her jangling crazily as she jerked and twitched in orgasm. He remained between her legs until she calmed down making sure she was completely clean before standing and stepping back from her.

"I don't know what Joe was thinking, I am not tall enough to release you from these chains, I will get someone who can," Billy left closing the door on a bedraggled and whimpering Jillian, returning to the studio to give the remote to the next in line. He was surprised on entering to see Joe sitting there alone. "I thought there would be a line up to test out the new little dolly," Billy said looking around quizzically. 

"The doctor is coming down," Joe said, "Jack wants to make sure we aren't pushing her too hard, she isn't like the usual whore's we get through here." He shrugged seeming disappointed.

"I did notice the tell-tale absence of whip marks on her," Billy grinned.

"Gotta be careful this time, Jack is sure she is the one," Joe lamented, "Shame really because she marked so beautifully with the flogger."

The doctor walked in as Joe spoke and raised an eyebrow, "Not too much flogger I hope, Jack wants to see her." He held out his hand for the remote and smiled, "Give me twenty minutes or so to talk with her and I will call you to move her to library." He took the remote from the table and went down to the room that held the latest acquisition for Jacques private collection.

"How are you feeling my dear?" The doctor asked walking into the room and taking in the young woman hanging in chains fully exposed and ready for use by anyone entering the room. He felt a rare stirring in his own cock as she looked up at him with sad eyes.

"Help me please," Jillian croaked, slight hysteria clouding her eyes, "I don't want to be here."

"Of course my dear, I am always here to help you. Are you ready perhaps to meet your Master and accept your place within his home? It is your home too now after all and so much nicer upstairs in your own room, away from all these brutish men," Gabriel said softly. Fishing a small vial of the aphrodisiac laced sedative from his pocket he injected the sobbing woman and watched for a few minutes noticing the bunched muscles across her shoulders give more and the slump of her body increase. Her eyes clouded and she lost the sense of hysteria that seemed about to overwhelm her when he walked in.

Suitably subdued, Gabriel began to remove the chains that held Jillian, leaving the cuffs in place, he half carried her to the small cot and laid her down while stroking her hair. All during the movement he crooned lightly that her Master wanted her to be happy here, he wanted to love her and treat her like a princess, put her on a pedestal for others to adore and see her beauty and grace. The woman shook her head but the doctor persisted in his hushed tones feeding her what she needed to believe if she were to survive in this house without becoming a play thing for the entire staff.

Taking the chain from the bed head to her collar and clipping her wrist cuffs together, he placed a small recorder with his and Jacque's voice under the thin pillow to continue to lull her into believing his words and quietly left to find her dress and the muscle bound Joe to transport her to the library.

Re-entering the studio he found Billy on his knees. His mouth overflowing with Joe's cock while he jerked himself off. "Don't you ever stop," Gabriel rolled his eyes at Joe.

"What can I say? I am irresistible to everyone but you," Joe grinned pushing Billy off his cock and zipping up his pants. "We'll finish this later," Joe looked at Billy who had sat back on the floor still pumping his own cock with a meaty fist.

"We'll need a dress," Gabriel said, ignoring the small man masturbating on the floor between Joe and himself. 

"I haven't bothered moving the clothes he made for her upstairs yet. Thought she might be down here for a while," Joe smirked and went to the armoire selecting a sapphire blue polished cotton dress that was created to make the doll wearing it very accessible by hidden slits in the folds of the skirt. "Shall we go play dress up's with our new little dolly, Doctor Gabriel?" Joe asked a small smile playing across his face as he raised an eyebrow at the man.

Gabriel grunted and followed Joe back to cell containing Jillian. He was less inclined to think of the staff and girls here as dolls than the dolls themselves, as it was he that had to care for them when they became ill or when things got out of hand. It was also him that Jack came to for his own pain management and personal procedures. The myriad of whores that had come through the house of late, to be trained as collectable dolls and sold to collectors of such rare commodities within Jacque's inner circle had left the Doctor in more of a clinically detached state of mind as he replaced one drug addiction with another, cleaned up misused and often marred bodies, and helped to create the perfectly packaged human doll out of was once was a cheap street hooker.

Some of the girls that had come through the house had actively sought out an arrangement similar to this online and were easily trained and sold on to suit a particular buyer's preferential order. The girls themselves though were often lower class or worked within the sex industry and required more training from the dance and speech tutors than from Gabriel and Joe. This girl on the other hand was different. Picked specifically by Jacques for his personal collection she had been abducted from her home and brought into a world she knew nothing about. 

After reading her background bio that had been faithfully put together by Dean, the head curator of all Jacques collections, he knew her to be as innocent and vulnerable as she seemed and he felt a magnetic attraction to her based on those two things alone. The fact that she was a true beauty only enhanced the need he felt to protect her from the sadistic fetishes of Joe, Billy and the few others who were the dungeon trainers when a girl was first brought in.

Jillian barely noticed the two men enter the room as she lay in her drug induced haze listening to the crooning voices about how special she was and how much they adored her and wanted to look after her and keep her safe from the outside world. She started and let out a small whispered squeal as she was reefed from the bed by Joe who stood her up on wobbly legs and stroked his hands down over her flesh smacking her ass lightly, careful not to mark her. Together the men pulled the fine dress into place and laced up the corset style bodice pulling the square cut neckline low to barely reveal her pale pink nipples.

Joe pulled the panels of fabric apart to show the doctor how accessible she still was and ran his hand up her thigh to cup her cunt. Jillian trembled and sighed at the gentler than usual touch feeling so good under the effects of the drugs in her system. Lost in a haze she placidly let them lead her to the doll stand and strap her in place, she did not even seem to mind the odd queasiness that being wheeled around in this way brought her as she was taken to the library. 

Positioned in the room near a small closely set group of comfortable looking arm chairs, she heard the Doctor talk once more and saw Joe leave the room. The doctor took a chair close by and reached out to run a hand up her leg through one of the slits in the voluminous skirt, making her tremble as the touch seemed to set her skin on fire. Mistaking her arousal for nerves, Gabriel said softly, "No need to be nervous my dear," and continued to pet her as one might a skittish pet.

Jacques Milieu limped in and smiled, "How lovely to see you again Jill. It is okay if I call you Jill isn't it?" 

Jillian tried to croak, "Yes, Mr. Milieu." Her drug addled mind clinging to some semblance of her life and her knowledge of this man apart from the crooning voice from her drug addled dreams that said he adored her and wanted only to look after her and protect her.

"Jack," He admonished, "The last time you visited me I told you to call me Jack." The disfigured snarling smile and soft kind voice were at odds and she closed her eyes trying to make sense of the thoughts whirling in her mind. She nodded not trusting her croaky voice to respond again.

"How are you feeling after such a big day Jack?" Gabriel inquired removing his hand from beneath the skirt of Jillian's dress.

"On top of the world!" Jacques exclaimed, "The photos from her appraisal have cause quite a stir among collectors I even received some exorbitant bids even though I have clearly stamped her page not for sale." Jacque sat on the other side of Jillian and grinned garishly at Gabriel, "I am feeling wonderful, honestly my friend, you need not worry so much." To Jillian, surprise she felt his hand slide through to skirt to touch her leg. She did not jump but her face registered surprise which Jacques noted but kept his hand upon her, slowing moving it along the smooth skin of her upper thigh from knee to the crease of her ass as he continued to watch her face.

"Such beautiful skin don't you think, Gabriel?" Jacques waited for his friend to agree, "Just like the princess I have dreamed of during the last two years of your treatments. I think I may finally be able to stop watching from the sidelines and enjoy owning a pretty princess such as this one." 

Jillian's haze was not so thick that the word 'owning' did not register with her. Any hope she had of convincing him to free her died in that moment. She had been brought here to be this man's possession, his doll, join his private collection, never again to go home. A tear escaped the corner of her eye and rolled in a fat droplet down her cheek. 

"Yes," Jacques said to her, "I am so happy I could cry too. You will be the most cherished and valuable doll in my collection, pretty princess and I will shower you with all that a princess could need and want, starting with this." He picked up a box from the low table between the chairs and opened it before returning it to the table for her to view.

"My god, is it real?" Gabriel asked looking at the glittering tiara.

"I would hope so, it once belonged to Princess Grace of Monaco," Jacques laughed. He stood, picking up the tiara and looked at Jillian, "I now pronounce you Princess Jill." Placing the tiara on her head and adjusting it so it would stay within the sculpted hair style she still wore from her appraisal earlier he leaned in to kiss her. 

Jillian's brain registered the disfigured mouth against hers and shut her eyes trying not to see the scared flesh of his face. She was in the middle of a nightmare and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Seeing her eyes close, an unconscious movement he knew in the kiss of lovers he was elated, he had thought she would need the specialised training of his staff in the dungeon for at least a week before even coming this far. Emboldened, he decided to take her up to see the room that awaited her when she accepted that this was now her home and her life would be here with him. In his deepest fears he had despaired that she would never accept it or just tolerate it as Lady Jane did in which case he would have sold her on to another.

"I have been toying with the idea of a different style of training for you, Princess," Jacques caressed her cheek, "And seeing you there looking so lovely I am loathe to hand you back so soon to Joe and the downstairs staff." He still seemed to be considering and without taking his eyes from her spoke to Gabriel, "You would like to help me train this girl myself wouldn't you, Gabriel?"

"Of course, I would enjoy that very much, I have often thought that you should train the girls you had an interest in yourself," Gabriel agreed readily. He had seen many of the girls over the years suffering from a form of Stockholm syndrome fall for Joe rather than the man who made their transformation possible.

"Good there are a few interesting modifications I have made to her room that I think you will enjoy then," the snarling smile appeared on his face again as he continued to look into the face of his latest obsession, "Let's take her up there, shall we." Despite the scarred and burned skin Jacques was a surprisingly strong man and he wheeled the stand from the library with ease chatting to the doctor as they rode the lift to the third floor and walked down the corridor to what would be Jillian's new home.

Reaching into his pocket Jacques pulled out a group of keys taking one from the small bunch he handed it to Gabriel, "You may do the honours, that will be your key, Rosa will have another and I the last. From this point on I will be in charge of training and as such only I will deem who may enter this room or interact with my princess."




The Doll Collector Ch. 02



Jillian hazy eyes watched the Doctor as he studied the key in his hand willing him to argue that she was not a possession and that it was wrong to keep another human being as a doll to be played with trained into the ultimate sex toy. The doctor though merely nodded and turned to unlock the door and hold it wide as she was wheeled in. She heard rather than saw the door close and lock behind her as she looked around the room.

Jacques deftly undid the straps that held her in place and holding out his scarred hand for her to take to help her from the stand. The haze while still muffling her thoughts and creating fire in her belly whenever one of the men touched her was easing slightly, she looked at his extended hand a moment too long before taking it causing him to frown and ask the doctor over her shoulder if he still had the remote for the shock collar. She immediately put her hand in his without changing her expression and he rewarded her by crooning, "Good girl my princess. Training will go splendidly if you understand the system of punishment and reward."

Continuing to hold her hand he led her to one of the doors on the left side of the room, and held it open for her signalling the doctor to follow. It was like a medical examination room but with all of the facilities of a bathroom. It was cold and sterile and made her flesh goose-bumped just looking around it. "It is here you will undergo a daily grooming routine supervised at first by Miss Rose but eventually on your own. This room will also be made available to the doctor for any minor medical procedures I deem necessary and a monthly health check." He looked at Jillian whose face had turned pale and she shook her head in disbelief her eyes on the doctor who was opening cabinets and smiling, praising the fittings and equipment he found.

"Good grooming and health care is non-negotiable, Princess. You will follow the instructions of Miss Rose and Doctor Gabriel in here to the letter or there will be punishments you will not enjoy as much as the daily routines of this room," Jacques admonished, his grip tightening on her hand making her look down at it again. 

Leading her back out he opened the other door on that side of the room exposing a large walk-in closet that was filled to over flowing, "Miss Rose will help you choose appropriate outfits each day when she brings your breakfast, the rest of your wardrobe will be brought up from the basement floor once we are done here tonight." He shut the door quickly as if this did not interest him in the least. Crossing the room past a massive four post bed hung with heavy materials he approached the doors on the other side of the room. 

"Punishment and training rooms," The first showed a small dark space bereft of any furnishings or windows, the second looked like someone had gone to a medieval dungeon and taken every torture device known to mankind and placed it within this room.

Jillian gasped, and instinctively turned away from the sight before her. It was just the reaction Jacques had hoped for and he pulled her into a tight embrace. "You have nothing to fear my princess, I am sure you will be loving and loyal to me above all others and there will be no need for us to even use most of this equipment." Hiding her face in his chest Jillian welcomed the embrace, surprising both herself and Jacques. Tears filled her eyes and all she wanted at that moment was to be out of that room, turning in his arms she fled back into the suite that was her home. She looked with wild eyes at the large windows behind the ornate bed and rushed to them only to find that what she had thought was lead lighting was in fact heavy bars in a cross hatch pattern marring the perfection of the glass plane.

Turning back into the room and seeing the disappointment on the face of the men that had followed her, she moved to the side of the bed quickly but it was too late, the shock collar sizzled as it sent wave after wave through her body before she collapsed to the floor in a heap of unconscious sapphire blue.

"It is her first day here," Gabriel said to placate his friend, "Look at what she endured this morning alone let alone her time with Joe and us this afternoon. It is a wonder she didn't lose her mind earlier and attempt to break free. Even girls who seek out a life of submission do not always do well on the first day."

"I guess," Jacques said, pouting like a spoilt child who had had his favourite toy taken away.

"She will be out for a little while. Why don't you tell me about this training idea you have," Gabriel encouraged using the hidden intercom to ask Miss Rose to attend them in the Princess Room. 

"She is just like all the others isn't she?" Jacques murmured plaintively as Gabriel returned to his side.

"No actually, from what I have seen today, I don't think she is," the doctor smiled, "I agree with you that she is special and could be the one." His answer had been partly for the sake of Jacques but mostly for his own selfish reasons. There was about the girl, an innocence and vulnerability that fed his own personal fetishes. He enjoyed the idea that he alone would be helping Jacques train the girl rather than so often attending girls that Joe had pushed too hard and damaged in some way. He didn't want that for Jillian, neither did he want her owner to become discontent so early in her training.

Miss Rose arrived ringing the small doorbell that had been installed as the door would be always locked and in Jacques mind it would serve to warn his princess of his imminent arrival so that she would be ready to greet him as he deserved. Classical conditioning, much like Pavlov's dog, he had reasoned and gone on to look further into classical conditioning and formulate a plan of training different to that of Joe who had always led the way in his collectables venture. It was Joe with his training and untraceable past that had made the initial contacts they needed outside of Jacques inner circle to sell the dolls on a wider stage making Jacques a very wealthy man and able to pay Joe the seven figure salary he demanded for doing a job he loved.

In the end though, with all the contacts Jacques now had, Joe had become overtime not much more than a necessary evil to continue the shadier side of his business ventures. All of the dolls he employed and owned were expendable and after the damage Joe had done to one living doll, Jacques had let him know that if he wanted to continue to enjoy the freedoms of this life and the money it brought him Joe had better start following orders instead of giving them. Joe had raged about being indispensable, about knowing too much and found much to his chagrin that the members of this house were indeed loyal to Jacques not to him as he had thought.

He was placed under house arrest while another Joe was sent out to do his work. In the end Jacques had come to him with a choice, stay and do what he was paid to do or leave, and do as he wished. Joe, hearing the underlying threat in the words, had stayed. In truth he had never wanted to leave but the blow to his ego that Jacques could dispense with him so easily had rocked his certainty of place within the hierarchy of this house. He began to see how his arrogance and mistreatment of the other staff had worked against him and that the man he had always viewed as an eccentric cripple was possibly more cold and calculating than Joe himself.

Remembering the battle of wills with Joe clearly and the feeling of power and control he felt in handling the brutish man who could have ripped him in half had he wanted to, he smiled at Rose and Gabriel who had let her into the room. In them he saw the two people who he trusted most in this world, they were now like family to him and he loved them in his own way. He knew without doubt that they both cared for him and his wellbeing. He could trust them to understand his obsession with this woman as he could never trust Joe or Billy with whom he had formed close friendships.

As far as Joe and Billy knew this woman was a special case, just as the last woman he had thought to add to his personal collection had been. She though had never truly accepted him or even put on a pretence of love while merely tolerating him as Lady Jane had done and continued to do. He had sold her to a the crown prince of a middle eastern country and only the two people in this room with him right now knew how much that woman's rejection had hurt Jacque. She had loved Joe of course, and tried to go through the motions in the hopes of making Joe jealous. It had backfired though as with the arrival of a new girl all of Joe's interest had been transferred to his new prize as he called the women. It was at that point the girl had given up any thoughts of adjusting to life in the house of Jacques Milieu.

Lost in the dark thoughts of failed ventures and plans he looked back at the girl on the floor. He wanted her, needed her and believed himself in love with her. By cutting Joe out of her training from this point on he may just find a way to make her love him in return.

Miss Rose had entered the room and taken in the situation at a glance. She gave Gabriel a withering look, stating without words that he shouldn't have let it get this far and went to kneel beside Jacques and the girl. "Leave her to me, you and Gabriel go down and get a drink. I will call you when she is all better," Rose spoke to him like the child she had practically raised and loved from the time she was first employed as a nurse to care for the badly burnt son of a nobleman. "Come on Jackie, take your friend down to the library and show him those lovely pictures you had taken today while I clean up your new doll."

"Actually I would really like to see them, I haven't had a chance to take a peek yet," Gabriel added enthusiastically. "I imagine she is causing quite the sensation online." The men walked from the room and Rose looked at the girl on the floor. Standing up again she went and got a cool cloth from the clinical bathroom placing it on the back of the girls neck and coaxing her awake. "Come on lovely, wake up now and move up onto the bed," Rose said softly as Jillian began to blink her way back to consciousness.

"Help me," Jillian croaked looking bleary eyed at the motherly woman.

"Well that's what I am trying to do Lovely. Now, let's get you up onto the bed," Rose replied.

"Please, I have to get out of here," Jillian persisted though the croaking whisper failed several times during the sentence.

"Now why would you want to do that lovely girl? Did you hit your head when you fell?" Miss Rose finally settled Jillian to the bed puffing in her exertions and sitting on the bed with the young woman. Rose took Jillian's hand and looked into her eyes holding her gaze, "Listen to me very carefully now for I will only give you this advice once. What you do with it after that is up to you," she waited for Jillian to nod her understanding before continuing. "It doesn't matter how nicely you ask, or how many times you ask or even how many people you ask, the only person who can help you here is you, lovely." Rose knew how much Jacques wanted this young woman to be the one, someone he could share his life with and make a life with. She knew he wanted this young woman more than any of the collectables in his home and the lavish lifestyle he afforded his friends and staff. 

"Yes, you," Rose said again to Jillian's confused look. "Jacques can make your life a fairy-tale full of magic and wonder and give you all your heart desires if you can just accept it and him. If you continue to wish for the life you once had you will only make him miserable and in turn yourself miserable. Should you continue over time to fight against this new life you now have you will be given back to Joe to use and abuse as he pleases," Rose paused at the look of horror on the young woman's face and nodded to emphasis the point she was about to make. "That is not the worse fate that awaits you should you continue this foolishness, but I have said enough." 

Rose stood up and looked down on Jillian repeating her first statement, "The only person who can help you now is you, remember that and decide if being the pampered princess of a man who just wants to be looked at with admiration for all he has done and accomplished, when the rest of the world ridiculed and mocked him for his appearance and impairments, is really so bad. He is not the monster you think he is, spoilt selfish young women who will not return his calls are the monsters." Having said her peace and seeing Jillian recoil from her last statement as if she had been slapped in the face satisfied the woman who loved and cared for Jacques like a son when his own family had rejected him for his disfigurement.

"Come now let's fix your hair and make-up before he returns to check on you. He was very concerned about your hysteria earlier," Rose held out her hand and smiled encouragingly. Jillian had known she was trapped from the time she had been taken to see Lady Jane but a dim little spark of hope had made her continue to seek a way out of her captivity. The softly spoken, rotund woman holding her hand out to her and speaking so rationally, not threatening, not cajoling but speaking straight to her about the heart of the matter and why she was here at all, had snuffed out any hope that still glimmered in her mind. 

She had done this to herself with her off hand dismissal of Jacques cordial invitations to revisit this house of her own free will. If she took the words of Miss Rose at face value, things could become a lot worse for her than they were now. She shuddered not wanting to think about what would be worse than the punishment room here or the dungeon downstairs with GI Joe and his pals. Taking the hand offered Jillian stood unsteadily and followed Rose to the clinical bathroom.

She sat obediently, feeling numb, her thoughts about all that had happened during this day whirling in her drug addled brain. The words of Rose seeming to be the only thing that made sense to her at that moment, she could choose to make her life harder or she could just accept what was happening to her. The crooning words of her drug induced dreams earlier rose up in mind and she found the little voice in her mind telling her that Jacques meant her no harm, that he would love and protect her here. She knew it was true, it had been wrong to ignore his invitations and put him off with weak excuses and this was merely the consequences of her rudeness.

It did not have to be as bad as today was. She could try to live as best she could as a caged pet until someone, anyone from her real life realised she was gone, missing, vanished into thin air. Surely her boss would realise come Monday morning. The small spark of hope flickered back to life again, all she had to do was survive until they found her. Someone must have seen her abductor carry her from the building, there must be a clue somewhere at work or in her apartment that would lead detectives to Jacques Milieu. She just had to survive as best she could until then. 

The thought made her feel stronger and more determined and she finally looked up at the mirror where Miss Rose was applying the finishing touches to her make up. A sudden wave of guilt washed over her for thinking about leaving him again when he cared about her so much he had gone to all this trouble of bring her here when she has spurned his attempts to contact and see her again. Her mind flip-flopped between the crooning voice playing in her mind and the small spark of hope that someone would miss her come Monday, that someone would look for her. The flame of hope flickered and became dimmer as she realised Jacques would have planned for that eventuality. 



The Doll Collector Ch. 03



Author's Note: Thank you to MrsWolf for her proof reading, it is much appreciated. 

*

Jillian lay in the darkness facing the window with the first rays of sunlight creating a pale line along the horizon illuminating hope of a new day. It was only as she woke up every morning, without the constant haze of drugs that clouded her mind and the hypnotic commands she couldn't refuse no matter how hard she fought within herself, that her thoughts became clear. A small flicker of hope that someone was looking for her reignited in the back of her mind as the shadowy figure of Jacques Milieu, Jack as she called him now, rose from her bed in the last moments of darkness before dawn and left her room. She had been in captivity five days and the routine of what Doctor Gabriel called her training phase had become second nature.

Remembering as she did so often the words of Miss Rose on her first day in this house, Jillian closed her eyes. "Listen to me very carefully," Rose had said. "It doesn't matter how nicely you ask, or how many times you ask or even how many people you ask, the only person who can help you here is you, lovely." Jillian opened her eyes again to stare at the lightening sky as the words continued in her mind reminding her of the choice she had made that night. "Jacques can make your life a fairy-tale full of magic and wonder and give you all your heart desires if you can just accept it and him. If you continue to wish for the life you once had, you will only make him miserable and in turn yourself miserable. Should you continue over time to fight against this new life you now have, you will be given back to Joe to use and abuse as he pleases and that is not the worse fate that could await you should you continue to fight the new life you have been given." 

At the time, she could not have imagined a worse fate than being given over to Joe and his dungeon friends for training so she had taken the words of Miss Rose and accepted that no one here would or could help her escape back to the life she had before her abduction. The only small glimmer of hope she had was that someone would miss her eventually and go to the police. She had determined, on her first night in this room, to survive her captivity until someone came to find her.

She gauged that she had at least another hour before the arrival of either the Doctor or Miss Rose and her well trained body and mind would obey their every command. She relished this small time when the scattered memories of who she once was came unbidden to remind her she was more than a human doll to be played with. She twisted her head around feeling the small healing tattoo and incision that were the proof of her station. Her second day had seen her permanently tattooed with Jack's makers mark and a small tracking device inserted under the skin below it. Twisting her head from side to side, she acknowledged that the chance of ever being rescued was slim at best. She knew that the chance of escaping this fate on her own was impossible now.

The intercom crackled and as Jill looked at the door music piped into her room softly and slowly, her wake up music. She could not escape its pull, she had tried in the last few days, but as always the music shut down the part of her brain that remembered who she was and where she had come from and loving images of the people who now looked after her and cared for her formed in her mind. By the end of the lulling melody of Edvard Grieg's morning, Jillian was smiling and happy. She remembered what a lucky girl she was to have been chosen by her owner. She looked toward the door eagerly knowing it would soon open, and she would be able to move freely again for a while. She was allowed supervised playtime before she ate breakfast, showered and dressed for the day. It seemed that the morning supervision was the domain of Miss Rose though the doctor had accompanied her twice in the last four days.

She longed to be able to touch her aching cunt, it seemed to throb constantly with the music. She understood that this was why her hands and legs were bound each night, the doctor worried that she would hurt herself from over use; he was such a kind and loving man. Even as she thought this, the very tiny part of her mind that was still Jillian Blakely rebelled at having such freedoms as the use of her limbs taken away. Once again her mind began to war with itself. She kept her eyes on the door as a tiny voice began to rebel a final time before it was finally quietened, and she became, Jill, the favourite doll in Jacques personal collection.

Miss Rose entered the room, and Jillian let the disappointment flutter over her features briefly before smiling as the woman greeted her, "Good morning Jill, how did you sleep?"

"Well, thank you, Miss Rose," Jillian smiled. She respected and obeyed Miss Rose; she even liked her to some degree, but she couldn't help but feel disappointment that the two men she had grown a deep love for in the last week had not appeared this morning. The small rational voice of Jillian snarled that it wasn't love, but the well trained Jill no longer heard the words. The door opened a second time, and the Doctor stepped in, the doll that was Jill overrode the previous thought of disappointment and gazed at him lovingly. 

"Good morning, Miss Rose. How's our girl this morning?" Gabriel came to stand beside the bed as Miss Rose drew back the covers. 

"Sweet and good-natured as always," Rose smiled at Jillian before turning to look at the doctor. 

"There is a change of plans this morning, Jack would like to have a word with you in the conservatory," Gabriel said, "I will supervise her morning routine until you return to dress and make her up. He has a special request for that I believe."

"I see," Rose's eyebrows had risen in curiosity. She looked back at Jillian, disappointed not to be able to play with the young pliant body as she sought her release from the aching need. She reached forward and tapped the girl's exposed cunt lightly several times while smiling down on her and saying sweetly, "Don't worry, lovely, I shall hurry back. I know how you enjoy our morning playtimes."

Gabriel chuckled and reassured them both "Do not worry, Rose, I will see that her needs are met." He held up a small syringe, and Jillian closed her eyes knowing even the tiny voice would be silenced now.

Miss Rose left, and Gabriel let his hands travel lightly down her cheek and neck to her left breast. His finger hooked the large gold ring that adorned the nipple rattling the maker's tag that hung there marring the innocent beauty of the pale pink bud. He examined the wound lightly pinching at the nipple making the girl whimper. "It causes you pain?" he asked a slight frown creasing his brow.

"Not usually Doctor, no," she looked up at him with wide eyes, heated with her need. 

"Good," he said and moved his hand to the other breast to pinch its nipple and hear her whimper once again. He smiled to himself, thanking the biologist who had discovered the aphrodisiac properties of the rare plant that he had been able to synthesise into a drug that reduced the women he worked on to simpering nymphomaniacs. He could see the hands bound to the soft leather belt around her waist flex as she struggled to scratch the unreachable itch between her legs.

He left her hands bound as he inspected her small body watching her writhe beneath his touch. He unbound her ankles from the small bar between them designed to keep them open and the girl accessible. Swinging her legs from the bed, he helped her to stand. They walked towards the two doors on the right side of the room. She flinched as she looked at the punishment room. She had fought during that second day as she was tattooed, pierced and implanted with a tracking chip. After being hogtied by the gleeful Joe, who had thought to take her back to his dungeon, several hours in the pitch black windowless cell had been her punishment instead of the dungeon with Joe.

She had been grateful at the time not to have been given back to Joe, and the lesson made her more resolved to survive her captivity the best she could and give her captors no more need to punishment her. It never occurred to her to blame anyone but herself, such was the drug induced stupor and brainwashing she had been subjected to even in that early time of her imprisonment in these rooms.

Gabriel took her to the second door; she had not been shown this room since that first day when she had bolted and desperately tried to find an escape from the horror she was faced with. Each time she had been given playtime since then, her supervisor, be it the Doctor or Miss Rose, had retrieved a toy for her to play with, usually a large phallus of some description. 

"This will be your playroom from now on, regardless of who you are with," the doctor informed her. "You will find it is not the frightening place you imagined it to be, but rather a place of pleasure, especially suited to a needy doll like you. We shall teach you the joys that being a precious dolly in this house can bring."

Jillian looked around at the large pieces of dark furniture and shivered. Gabriel then took her toward a large antique armoire and opened the glass door revealing a range of toys and tools more suited to Joe's dungeon. Pointing to a range of hollow penis shaped objects the doctor said, "Choose." 

She pointed to what she thought was a mid-range size and watched as the Doctor retrieved it and guided her to a saddle that sat on a stand. He slipped the hollow penis shaped plastic tube over a cylinder that protruded from the saddle. "Riding lessons," he said to her bewildered expression. Undoing her hands from her belt, he helped to place one on the front of the saddle and her left foot in the stirrup. She obeyed his commands without much thought. Her training by hypnotherapy almost complete as she swung herself up into the saddle with the doctor's help. She felt the phallus attached to the saddle nudge between her legs and understanding finally dawned. She lowered herself and allowed her constantly wet hole to envelop it as he moved away from her slightly.

She heard a whir overhead and realised a camera that was almost hidden in the darkness of the roof had turned on and moved, it's blinking red light telling her it was recording her movements. The doctor followed the movement of her head and looked up before chuckling, "Smile for Jack, pretty dolly." She smiled on cue as the words left his mouth and sighed in pleasure as the ridged and moulded skin of the false cock she rode scratched the itch that had plagued her since waking.

The Doctor stayed close to her as she rose and fell on the saddle. She closed her eyes as she imagined the gait of a horse while her feet grew used to the unsteady stirrups, and she began to ride the saddle more confidently. Seeing her first orgasm of the morning approaching fast Gabriel released her other hand from her waist cincher belt so she could grip the saddle with both hands as she ground down onto the false cock and rubbed her swollen clit against the knobbed hard leather ridge there.

Her orgasm hit her hard, and she wobbled in the saddle, held in place by the hard fake cock within her and the doctor's hand gripping her waist cincher. She began to slump, but the doctor commanded her to keep riding, to place her hands on the back of the saddle and arch her back so that Jacques could see her pleasure at having been given such a fine toy. Struggling against the discomfort of the position she had begun riding again slowly at first but with increasing pace as she felt the tingling heat move through her again.

Her eyes closed in absolute pleasure as she began to cum again, waves rolling through her body as she shook unsteadily in her precarious position. 

A burning sting assaulted her exposed clit as the toy cock continued to buffet against her G spot. "Keep cumming until I tell you to stop," Gabriel commanded at her as her eyes flared open, and she took in the crop in his hand. The crop lashed again stinging her left un-pierced nipple. She began to move faster, the waves moving with her, as unable to help herself she obeyed his every command. Each time she thought she could stand no more the crop stung her exposed clit, and he urged her onto the next climax. She did not know how long she was there for or how she withstood the painful pleasure she was forced to endure but when she woke she was in the bathroom , sitting in the examination chair with Gabriel and Rose on either side of her.

"Ah, good you are awake, you were out for quite some time. I will leave you to ready her Rose," the Doctor smiled. He leaned over and kissed her chastely, "You're such a good dolly."

"Did you enjoy your riding lesson?" Rose asked with a smile.

"Yes, Miss Rose," Jillian answered softly. She saw a strange look come over the old woman's face and hastened to add, "I, of course, missed our morning playtime though." She was rewarded with a smile and a light swat to her exposed cunt. 

"I am sure you did. You're such a needy little sex doll, aren't you?" Miss Rose trailed a finger through Jillian's damp folds.

"Yes, Miss Rose," Jillian answered formally as was expected by Miss Rose. Like an old school ma'am or a no-nonsense nanny, Rose had taught Jillian how to address her and how she was to act in Rose's presence. Even without the drugs in her system Jillian had realised early on that this woman was better as a friend than a foe, and she could be diabolically cruel when not satisfied by Jillian's responses.

"Perhaps I should punish you for having so much fun without me," Rose grasped the swollen wet clit between her fingers and pinched cruelly making Jillian cry out.

"I am sorry Miss; I couldn't help it Miss, Oh, oh," she cried as her clit was twisted bringing stinging tears to her eyes.

"Oh, stop that," Rose lifted her hand from the abused clit and brought it down full force on her cunt with a loud wet thwack, before curling her fingers and driving them into the girl. "You love it when I punish you, look at how wet and hot that pretty little cunt of yours is." She drove three fingers cruelly in and out of the girl, "Cum for me, show me how much you missed our morning playtime." 

Jillian came again easily, and Rose pulled her hand out of the girls cunt and began licking her fingers as Jillian watched her glassy eyed and breathing heavily. Pulling Jillian from the chair, she pushed her to her knees before the wide shower cubicle. "Jack had plans for you this morning, so you had better do your penance quickly or be punished for being late," the woman sneered as she hiked up her long skirts to reveal her pudgy, hairy cunt and widened her stance as she stepped above Jillian.

Jillian tilted her face up and began licking and sucking as Miss Rose had tried to teach her over the last few days when they had been left alone together. Having been with Jack as he had watched Jillian's riding lesson and then seeing the girl cum for her so easily after she had woken, it took very little time for Rose to cum holding Jillian's face and riding it as the girl licked her with enthusiasm.

Once satisfied by her morning orgasm with the girl, Rose pushed her into the shower cubicle and began to clean her thoroughly. Jillian's skin was pink and rosy with the force of her scrubbing when she emerged from the steaming water. She stood obediently and followed each direction as she was dried and dressed by the woman who had become an integral part of her training.

Today she was fitted with a corset that rested underneath her small breasts, pushing them up as if on a shelf. With no other underwear, she was given boots with higher than usual heels that made her feel unsteady on her feet. She dressed in a puritanical burgundy coloured dress that covered her from neck to the floor. Sitting carefully so as not to crease the garment, Jillian watched carefully and learned what was expected of the peculiar style of make-up she was required to wear and winced as her hair was dried, straightened and pulled back into a too tight French knot style of bun. In a small effort to soften the severe look, wispy tendrils of hair were pulled from the tight layers of hair and curled around her face.

Having given a final grunt of approval, Rose kissed her before reapplying her lipstick and led her from her room. Jillian felt light headed as she had not been allowed time to eat breakfast that morning, and she grimaced as her stomach rumbled loudly. Miss Rose dug into her pocket and withdrew a barley sugar slipping it between Jillian's lips. "You will eat soon enough," she smiled kindly and once again Jillian's addled mind rolled over the disparity between Miss Rose during morning playtime and the Miss Rose who genuinely seemed to care for and look after her.

They walked quickly to the Doctor's rooms and leaving her in his care Miss Rose went to see to her preparations for the Master's guests. Before she left she handed Gabriel several barley sugar explaining that Jill had not had time to eat yet today. He nodded and turned to Jillian with a wide smile.

"It seems because I took up so much of your time this morning our session will be cut short today, but I am very pleased with your progress and I do not think it will matter much," he bent to kiss her forehead as he would a small child who had done well at her lessons and needed to be praised. She quivered in delight such was her need for the praise of Gabriel and Jack. The movement was not lost on Gabriel, and his smile widened more. He had every intention of asking for this girl when Jack tired of her which is why he had overlaid her love for Jack with his own persona, as well. 

He had reassured Jacques that each of the girls that had come through the training regime in this house all had an attachment to him as he was responsible in most cases for their rapid acquiescence. As he was part of Jillian's training to begin with, Jacques had grudgingly accepted his explanation for the way she doted on Gabriel almost as much as himself.

Her transformation was developing remarkably faster than expected with the improvements he had made to the cocktail of drugs she had coursing through her body and the hypnotherapies that modified her memories and self-awareness. While it had always fallen to Joe to train the girls for sexual submission, he had found with Jill that his own preference for voyeurism rather than active participation had been enhanced as he applied erotic pain to her morning exercises.

A natural beauty with poise and grace from a childhood spent at expensive private schools and ballet lessons, there was little anyone had to do to alter her physicality so the majority of her training thus far had fallen to him, with assistance from Miss Rose under the close supervision of Jacques. He smiled knowing that the absence of Joe's brutality only enhanced the desirability of the girl standing before him. Rather than the blind obedience that came from fear and need, the finely tuned therapies Jillian was subjected to, made her desperate to please them out of love and desire.

Gabriel had begun implanting key words into her therapies that would send the girl automatically into a particular state of mind, altering her persona to a specifically contrived characterisation; that would be necessary for her life with Jack and his friends. The challenge for Gabriel was coming up with keywords or commands that would not be spoken in general conversation and as he secured her into the pivoting doll stand that would not disturb her costuming he placed her into a deep trance with a simple command, the first he had embedded.

"Fantaccini," he whispered into her ear and her eyes drooped, her body relaxing as she went into the most malleable of hypnotic states. He slipped a barley sugar into her mouth and encouraged her to suck it slowly as he implanted the persona that Jacques required to introduce her to his guests today. That of a sweet, naïve girl who lived a sheltered and almost religious life, like that of a convent novice except that her worship would be of Jack and to a lesser extent himself. 




The Doll Collector Ch. 03



He fed her a small meal Miss Rose had delivered not wanting to interrupt the process by waking her from the deep state of sedation. He also managed her bodily needs by holding a small oddly shaped vessel between her legs and commanding her with the key word. Pivoting the frame she was attached to backwards he allowed her to rest, placing headphones over her ears and topping up her medication before having lunch himself. 

When he returned to her, he removed the headphones and helped her from the frame on which she had been restrained. Helping her to a hardback chair, he watched as she sat stiffly her back ramrod straight and crossed her hands demurely in her lap. Gabriel smiled warmly at her, "How do you feel, sweet Jillian?"

"Refreshed thank you Doctor, you were right I did require a small respite," she said demurely, her eyes downcast. "Thank you so much for looking after my well-being in such a caring way," she glanced up at him briefly her devotion to him evident on her face. Gabriel was impressed with his own work; she perfectly met the character description Jacques had asked for. Today would be a big test; she would meet a person she believed to be a man of religion and principal, someone who, should any part of her once free self still be aware enough to rise to the moment, she might seek help from. What she would find in the end though was a man not averse to debauchery, the defiling of innocence and the punishment of sinners.

Gabriel found himself looking forward to seeing how the evening's entertainment would go for the penitent and the pure, young woman before him. "You will be attending dinner tonight with the Master, he is expecting an important friend from the local monastery. I am sure you wish to change into something suitable, I will call Miss Rose to assist you shall I?"

"Of course, I would hate to disappoint the Master in any way," she looked down smoothing the dress she wore. Perhaps this colour is will not appropriate for such a meeting," she said with a frown, "I would not like him to think me vain or indulgent."

Gabriel stood and kissed her forehead chastely before helping her to her feet and guiding her back to her own suite of rooms to await Miss Rose. Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear, "Cognoscenti," and leaned back seeing the girl blink and smile lovingly at him. "You did very well during our session today, sweet girl, I will return later to escort you to dinner with Jacques and his friends. It will be a big day for you I hope you will not disappoint him."

"I will do my best to make him proud," she replied seriously, fine lines of worry appearing around her eyes.

"You truly are the most exquisite doll I have ever worked with, I would expect no less than your best, such is the training you have received," once again he bent to kiss her forehead and left her room, turning to lock the door behind him wondering if it was necessary to keep it locked any longer, but taking no chances he did as Jacques had instructed.

*****

Jillian sat primly to the left side of Jacques who as host sat at the head of the long table. Across from her Doctor Gabriel smiled encouragingly and sitting beside her Father John sat chatted amiably with the others at the table. There were two other men at the table and having been carefully selected from the grounds men of the estate each man present played their role perfectly.

Jacques realised it was very early in Jillian's training to be testing her but Gabriel had been enthusiastic about how well the new serum was working on the girl and how easily he was able to layer her personality to Jacques needs. Jacques himself was eager to introduce her to his friends, but he would never risk such a meeting until he was entirely sure of her love and devotion to him, and that her transformation was perfect.

Jacques was obsessive about his doll collections, both the public antiques and his private more specialised collection and he wanted this Jillian to be its crowning glory, the pinnacle of the all the love and desire he had put into perfecting his ideas of the ultimate doll. She was naturally beautiful and required little enhancements though long term he knew adjustments would have to be made to keep her outward appearance as it was now but as the training progressed and she became the happy and obedient doll he had always wanted he fell further in love with his creation.

Lady Jane, whom Jillian had met within her first few days at the mansion also attended the dinner. She was docile and said very little as she sat at the table picking at her food and listening to the conversation at the table. She had been Jacques first obsession and first being failure. The woman had not been able to fully overcome her aversion to Jack's deformed appearance and while she did her best to maintain her place in this household, Jacques knew it was because the woman was in love with Joe rather than himself as so often happened during the brutal training regime Joe subjected the women to.

"So tell me Jacques," Father John said with a smile interrupting his thoughts, "Where ever did you find this lovely creature? Don't tell me she was a street girl, or a whore you have rescued from a brothel as other such lovelies in your home have been." He guffawed at the shock and indignation that showed clearly on Jillian's face as she sat blushing deeply at being compared to a whore.

"Not at all, my friend, this girl is quite different indeed from the ladies who have been rehabilitated here," Jacques smiled and took Jillian's hand. "She is a precious innocence who requires the gentle hand of the good Doctor Gabriel to help her with a small amount of memory loss."

Jillian looked across at Gabriel with affection, and he inclined his head and smiled back at her, before confirming Jacques words. "The poor girl suffered quite a traumatic experience and we are working toward making her whole again. It is a wonder that she has remained so innocent and steadfast in her faith."

"Ah, what a good girl," Father John turn to her putting his hand on her thigh and squeezing it. In shock, she looked down as he said, "perhaps while I am here you would like me to hear your confessions my dear, for none of us are truly without sin, are we," he leered at her and pattered her thigh in an overly friendly way.

Gabriel watched on enjoying the blushes that filled the girls face and taking pride in the completeness of the personality he had given her. He was sure that, at this time, she would not reach out to the priest as her true self, abducted and scared, but only as the innocent seeming girl who fought her own sexual urges.

"What a splendid idea," Jacques said encouragingly, "Perhaps it will jog your memory further my dear." He smiled benignly at Jillian, who knew she didn't want to be left alone with the priest who continued to rub and squeeze her thigh.

"If you think it is for the best, Jack," she said softly.

"I do," he said with certainty, "Why don't you two go to the ante-room beside the library and then you can join us in the library when you are done?" He spoke mostly to father John, who nodded enthusiastically and stood from the table offering Jillian his hand to rise.

Jillian took the hand shyly and stood let herself be led away from the dining room. She glanced back before stepping through the doorway noting the encouraging smiles of the two men she loved, Master Jack and Doctor Gabriel.

They walked in silence to the anteroom, a small suite of chairs sat around a coffee table and the paintings on the wall showed austere looking people. Father John took a seat in a chair and placed a cushion on the floor before he indicated that she should kneel. "Come sweet girl and let me hear your darkest thoughts."

Obediently Jillian knelt beside him and lowered her head clasping her hands before her. She felt him place his hand on her head, and she closed her eyes as he intoned, "May the lord be in your heart and help you to confess your sins with true sorrow."

"Bless me father for I have sinned, it has been..." the words came unbidden from a catholic childhood where she had learned the catechism at school but she stalled at the gaping hole in her memory. "In truth I do not know how long it has been since my last confession," she admitted looking up at him momentarily.

"Continue anyway," he said softly and she lowered her head. "Tell me what dark thoughts haunt your mind, and they will be absolved, I am only here to help you sweet child. No harm will come to you in my presence." He had spoken with Jacques and Gabriel about the words he would use to induce a feeling of comfort within the girl so that should she still seek escape she may approach him.

"My thoughts often turn to impure acts," she whispered colour filling her face. "My body and mind crave the touch of my Master when he is near and others when he is not." She gulped. "I have not acted upon them but it becomes increasingly difficult as they show me such kindness."

"You are happy here then?" he asked softly, "You do not wish to return from where you came, away from the men who cause you to sin in your thoughts?"

"I don't remember," she whispered, searching the big dark places in her memory, "I am not sure I ever will, but Jack has been so good to me here why would I ever think to leave his side?" She looked up at the priest and the sincerity of her words showed in her eyes.

Satisfied that he achieved what Jacques wanted he looked up at the large mirror on the far wall that encapsulated the two of them for the watchers and nodded before turning back to the girl. "You are happy here and do not know what to do with your impure thoughts then?" Jillian nodded sadly, and he smiled as she hung her head once more. She was beyond perfect in this guise as an innocent puritan.

"And are you truly sorry for your sins, my child?" he asked.

"Yes, father," she replied fervently.

"You penance will be harsh and only to be carried out under supervision, but you must employ the use of flagellation on that spot from where there sinful thoughts stem from," he said seriously and enjoyed the gasp of shock that came from the girl. "I will help you to perform this penance and should you feel the need to repeat it, you have only to ask your Master and I shall return to you so that these thoughts do not stain your soul."

He stood and helped her to her feet guiding her to the chair that faced the mirror. He assisted her to slouch slightly and pull her legs up and over the armrests of the chair before lifting her skirt for her. He noted with satisfaction the lack of underwear but said nothing as he took his belt off and doubled it over placing it in her hand and taking his own seat again. 

"The point of origin of your impure thoughts must be punished into submission so that you may live a life of piety and goodness, six I believe should be sufficient. You may begin," he said softly and watched as she gritted her teeth and raised the belt. She spanked her cunt tentatively, and he barked harshly, "Harder!" Jillian immediately swung the belt again, biting at her lip to hold back the cry and letting only whimpers escape. "Again!" John instructed until all six had been delivered, and she was crying in earnest at the pain she felt.

"Stay like that so I may inspect you for damage," Father John said in a voice thick with arousal. Moments later she felt his hand cup her cunt soothing the red hot pain she felt after the penance. She squirmed and blushed as she felt his fingers delve between the lips of her cunt and she left out a sobbing sigh. 

"Just as I thought," he muttered, "All women are whores at heart." He continued to rub her cunt his thumb playing over her clit as two of his fingers forced their way into her. "You are indeed a sinful young girl look at how you writhe and sigh at my touch. You are not truly sorry for your impure thoughts are you, whore?" 

Tears sprung from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks at his words, but she could not stop the feelings growing inside her that seemed to come from her most private of parts as he inspected her. He took the belt from her hand and swung it harshly across her covered breasts making her cry out in shock and her muscles clamp down on the fingers inside her. 

Keeping one hand buried within the folds of her cunt, he stepped to her side and dropping the belt to her chest, unzipped his pants and took out his cock fisting it before her bulging eyes. "Is this what you dream of? Is this what you want in that sinful cunt of yours? Do you dream of Jack fucking you with his big hard cock? Tell me," he roared at her, "Confess that you are nothing but a sinful whore, not the innocent Jacks believes you to be. Atone for your sins!"

"Yes, yes, oh God yes!" It was all too much for Jillian, and she came hard gushing cum over Father John's hand as evidence that what he said was true, continuing to cum and cry out as he sprayed his cum over her face and neck.

"Such a wicked girl," he looked at her disgustedly once he had regained his own composure. "Clean my hand and kiss it as you beg for forgiveness." Jillian mumbled her heartfelt begging as she kissed and licked his hand clean. "The only way to cure you and for you to be truly sorry for your wicked ways will be a swift marriage to a man who can dole out the punishments you require for your whorish ways. Left to your own devices, you will soon sink into the quagmire of filth where the truly wicked live."

Without giving her time to react he pulled her up out of the chair and dragged her into the library throwing her at Jacques feet announcing. "She is a truly wicked girl who cannot be absolved from her sins until she is made truly sorry."

Looking up at Jacques with cum still smeared over her face Jillian began to beg him for forgiveness but was silenced as he looked down at her with disappointment, collapsing back to the floor near his feet and sobbing in her shame. Rose came in shortly after and took her out to the hallway beyond, the library and then to another small anteroom to be cleaned up and redressed before being returned to the library.

"In the time that she has been here, she has been nothing but a delight," Jacques indicated Jillian as she re-entered the room. "If marriage is what she needs to cure her of her wicked thoughts then it shall be done." He turned and smiled at Jillian, "Is it your desire to be my wife?" he smiled the garish deformed smile that Jillian barely saw anymore in her drug fogged mind or through the embedded personality.

"I can think of nothing in the world I want more," Jillian gushed and moved to him kneeling beside his chair and taking his scarred hand in hers before pressing it to her lips. "I wish I was worthy of you, but the priest has said I am a wicked girl and you deserve so much better than I."

"You will spend an hour a day with Father John atoning for your sins before we announce our engagement at a party of Saturday," he said softly cupping her face with his hands making her look up at him. "You will atone for your sins and learn to be a good wife to me," Jacques smiled leaning to down kiss her. He was as surprised as he always was when she returned his kiss rather than shying away from his deformities, and he relished the feel of her believing that this time he would truly be happy with the woman he had chosen by his side. His obsession, while still evident had turned more to real feelings of affection toward the girl, and he was more than a little excited by the progress she had made in such a short time. As he pulled back from the kiss, he smiled down on the girl who begged for his favour and attention.

He stroked his favourite dolls hair and nodded his appreciation of Gabriel's work to him. He knew that he shared the girl's affections with Gabriel, and he did not blame the man; she was a perfect little doll to play with, but she would belong to him alone. He could, Jacques reasoned limit the interaction between his Jillian and the doctor if the time came that it became burdensome to share his plaything.

"Anything," she said fervently, "I will do anything to be everything you need me to be."

"Yes," he said ominously, "You will."