Book Two: Fantasies of a Devious Mind

Chapter Three: Program XII

The room was dimly lit, and silent. Filled with beautiful, if antique, furniture shrouded by delicate white dust cloths.
My steps sounded muffled on the highly polished wooden floors, as I moved through the room to the far wall.

There it was! My heart pounded in anticipation, my mouth curving a delectable smile.
The white drop-cloth was half off, revealing a smooth, silver metallic surface.
I pulled reverently at the remaining cloth, watched it whisper its' way to the floor...

"Program Twelve, report," I said in a voice husky with desire.
There was an electronic beep, a small grind of metallic joints, and a monotone voice replied...
"Program Twelve reporting, my Lady."

He stood, and there before me was my very own sexbot, programmed to know exactly what I like, what I need.
"Execute Action Sequence 2.1" I ordered, very aware of how hot and swollen my sex was becoming.
He moved toward me.
"Acknowledged, my Lady."

Cool, smooth metal fingers caressed my cheek, slowly drifting down my collarbone, to my breast.
My breath caught in my throat, small vibrations radiating out from those inhuman fingertips, tingling through my nipple, straight through to my cunt until I could feel them pulse in unison.

I stroked the seamless, slightly reflective surface of his face, gazing into those eyes.
They looked so human... Human, but without emotion.
I closed my eyes, raising my hands to the ceiling as if to signal my complete abandon.
My robot lover moved down my body, caressing the warm and pliant flesh reverently.
His right hand paused in front of my cunt, the index finger pulsing a vibrating melody directly against my clit.
I gasped, my hips squirming as waves of pleasure flooded me.
His other hand came up to the entrance of my pussy, slowly penetrating it.
I could feel it growing wider, nudging deliciously against the walls of my sex...
My breath caught as suddenly, it extended to about twelve inches, a small, smooth knob pressing directly against my g spot.

My world exploded, lights flashing behind my closed eyes as an intense orgasm ripped through me, my cum gushing over the silver fingers of my toy.

It wasn't over, however. As if my orgasm were a signal, he moved up level with me and I could feel his cool metal cock pressing against my soaking wet cunt lips.
His cock was even bigger than his extended finger, and I felt it stretching me, making me pant for breath.

I moaned loudly, and whispered a command into his ear.
"Acknowledged, my Lady."
I fancied I heard the merest hint of emotion in his voice.
He reached behind himself and pressed a small panel on his lower back.
The panel opened, revealing a chrome buttplug, almost as large as the cock that was nestled inside me.

Obediently, my metallic lover pushed himself up off of me, and lowered himself onto the dildo.
I watched his face carefully... There was a definite flicker of emotion there. Fear. Arousal.
His face returned to perfect stillness, perfect obedience.
His ass stretched wide around the dildo, and I lowered my aching pussy onto his enormous cock.

I fucked him, as he was being fucked by that dildo... Getting myself off with his vibrating fingers, the feeling of power that came from using him...
Another orgasm built, this one stronger than the one before, shaking my entire body, clenching my frenzied cunt around that huge, hard cock.

"Cum!" I managed to cry out as it took me, and he, of course, obeyed.

Afterwards, the light in his eyes died out.
"Program........Terminating........."
His head hung slightly, his joints frozen in place. I covered him lovingly with the sheet, and kissed his forehead.
"Thank you. My perfect lover."

Book Two: Fantasies of a Devious Mind.

Chapter Two: Taken.

Early afternoon, and I was just finishing a hot, relaxing shower.
Stepping out onto the cool tiles, I reached for my towel and wrapped it around myself, savouring the soft, fluffy texture of cotton against my bare skin.
Humming under my breath I moved to the bedroom, searching for some decent clothes.
As I reached for my bra, something sharp stung the nape of my neck.

Impatiently, I brushed the back of my neck with a hand, expecting to see an unfortunate bug.
Red crimson smeared across my fingers, and I felt the sting again, this time accompanied by a whisper.
"Don't move. Don't speak. Obey exactly."
I froze, my heart fluttering in fear.
I struggled not to whimper, or to shiver as warm rivulets of blood trickled slowly down my spine.
The tip of the knife dug in deeper, forcing me to my knees.
"Listen carefully now, little slut. I want you to take that delectable body of yours and place it on the Frame."
The little knot inside my stomach released a little, because only Adonis and I knew about the Frame.

It was something that we had both wanted, both discussed for long periods of time.
A bondage frame, specifically measured to my body with leather straps along the length of it.
To be properly positioned, I had to kneel on the supporting pads which were about two feet off the floor, and stretch my upper body forward, arms extended, so that my ass and cunt were fully exposed.
I smiled and started to voice my agreement, when a sharp slap knocked my head to the side.
"Don't speak! Just obey."

I did whimper that time, the fear in my stomach blossoming again, doubt clouding my better judgement of who this forceful man was.
I pushed myself up onto my knees again, intending to stand.
The knife pricked my skin and I let out an involuntary cry of pain.
"I think I'd like to see you crawl out of here."
My face reddened with shame, tears burning my eyes, though I refused to let them fall.
Slowly, I placed my hands on the ground, and pushed my left knee forward...then the right...
Crawling on the floor from the bedroom, my body on display with every movement, slowly, tortuously, moving toward the playroom.

Upon reaching it, a shaky little sigh breathed itself from my lips, and I shuffled to the Frame, lifted myself onto it, feeling my body sink flush against the custom built wood.
My pulse was racing, in both fear and excitement, wondering what was going to happen to me now that I was in such a vulnerable position.
The cool leather straps slid easily around my ankles, tightening and holding them securely.
The same thing happened to the straps around my calves, thighs, waist and abdomen.
A slightly thinner set of straps held down my neck, my arms and my wrists.
Out of habit, I flexed against them, testing for an escape route.

A chuckle from behind me.
"Oh no, little slut. Mine to play with. Torture. Use."
I trembled in my bonds, though a small part of me thrilled with anticipation.
I heard movement, the opening of a zip... Perhaps a bag?
My head was angled downwards, facing the floor, so I didn't have a wide scope of vision.
A gloved hand appeared in front of my eyes, opening to reveal a small silver bullet, about an inch long and a quarter inch thick, with a long, almost transparent silicon string attached to the end of it.
The hand disappeared, and the next moment, cold, thick lube was being roughly applied to my asshole.
I cried out... "Please! Oh no... don't..."

The bullet slid easily into me, a thick finger pushing it deeper into my ass.
Just when I thought I was getting used to the feel of its' invasion, it began to vibrate.
Not a low, steady, easy-to-handle vibration... Oh no.
This was a high pitched, randomly timed rhythm that forced me to try to squirm around it, reaching its' quivering waves of pleasure right through to my pussy.
I gasped, unable to move, unable to wrap my mind around this sudden assault of my senses.

My aggressor placed a small metal box underneath my stomach, just within view.
It had two clear plastic tubes stemming from the top, with conical suction devices.
Wait- suction devices?!
Yes... they went on my nipples, which by now were hard, throbbing, and extremely sensitive.
The machine was switched on, and the cups instantly moulded to my breasts, squeezing and releasing them rhythmically.
My cheeks flooded with colour- I couldn't believe this! I was being milked...
Still, the long, pulling motion of the machines' tubes were making my nipples tingle, and I could feel my cunt swelling in wanton need.
"Please... oh god... make it stop...." I pleaded.

For my efforts, a rubber ball gag was promptly shoved between my lips and tightly bound.
I made small noises of protest in my throat.
Silence, except for the buzzing of the vibe in my butt and the steady pumping of the machine.
Then, footsteps. A thud. Scraaaaaaaaape...
A bucket, placed beneath my head, the inside of the base marked 'Drool.'
Scraaaaaaaaaape... Another bucket, placed roughly where I imagined my cunt would be.
"That one's marked 'Cum'," said my torturer, sounding pleased.
So, here I was, bound, teased, milked, and now half crazy with arousal.

The door closed, and I didn't know if the brute was in or out of the room.
That is, until I felt his breath on my back, and his fingers fumbling against my clit.
I let out a muffled yelp, my entire body shivering at the touch, now hypersensitive and extremely aroused.
Something made a soft, musical sound, and a finger brushed against my clit again, drawing it out from beneath its' hood.
I moaned, drool slipping from the tiny gap between my lips and the ball gag, dribbling down my chin and into the bucket below.
I felt a part of me curl up and hide. Oh, how I wished I could be invisible...
Cool metal surrounded the erect nub of my clitoris, jerking my thoughts back to the frenzied lust that was consuming me.

'Ding. Ding.'

I frowned, wondering what on earth that noise was, and where it was coming from.
Fingers tugged at the clamp, settling it into place, and almost making me orgasm.
The noise grew louder, and more insistent.
My eyes widened with horror as I realised it was a bell... attached to the clamp.
A thick, warm cock stretched my cunt wide open, thrusting in without any concern for me, crudely fucking my dripping hot sheath, forcing it open, pounding hard, my skin forced brutally against the leather straps holding me in place.
The bell rang with each thrust, reminding me of my position as he raped me.
"Such a good little cock slut, aren't you?," he asked, "Such a fuckin' hot cow-slut."

My body writhed in its' restraints, sensations overwhelming me.
Surely.. I couldn't cum from this sort of treatment?
I couldn't... No... I wouldn't.
I tried to fight it, that feeling of the muscles tightening...
Of the orgasm blossoming in my lower body....
Tried to deny the feelings that wove through me, that intoxicated my mind...
But... the pleasure...

Vibrations, all through me now...
That cock, fucking me hard and fast, plunging as far in as it could go, practically tearing me apart...
My nipples... sensitive, swollen, being caressed and suckled by the machine...

I closed my eyes and let my body take over, lust filling every part of me.
Saliva flowed freely from the gag as my moans grew louder and uninhibited.
With a final, hard thrust, hard enough to make the straps of the Frame strain to hold my weight, he came inside me, and my orgasm burst into flame.
My sex constricted wildly, the bullet in my ass sending licks of dark pleasure through my orgasm. Every single muscle in my body tensed, my mind locked into the overwhelming sensations, and all at once, released, my thoughts totally shattered.
My pleasure squirted from my cunt and into the bucket, wave after wave of ecstasy blurring the line between consciousness and sleep...
My body jerked once more, and hung limp, thoughts... going... black.

I woke up abruptly, and looked around, to see the bedroom.
From the light, I'd guess it was early evening.
I sat up, and gasped as the covers caressed my bare nipples.
My pussy was leaking a little onto my thighs.
The front door opened, and someone stepped inside.
My heart pounded.
"Hi love, I'm home!" said Adonis.

Book Two: Fantasies of a Devious Mind.

Chapter One: In the Box.

Velvet:

The first thing I was aware of was the buzzing.
Low, continuous humming coming from somewhere between my thighs.
Sensation...
Focussed vibrations directly on that little button of pleasure known as the clitoris.
I moved my hand to turn it down as the pleasure became too intense, feeling it rock and tickle against those oh-so-sensitive nerves.
Correction- I *went* to move my hand to turn it down...
Except my hand didn't move.
My eyelids slowly swept up, my long, thick, curled lashes lazily revealing my storm green eyes.
Shiny. Transparent. Plastic.
Directly in front of my face, plastic.
I could see nothing and no one in the room I was placed in.
There was a bed, a chair, and some sort of suspension harness hanging from the ceiling.
I tried to move again, and couldn't... Yet there were no physical restraints binding me.
I tried to speak, but the rubber ball gag between my lips muffled sound.
The vibrations built, and I could feel my pussy trembling... aching for release...
My thighs were slick and shiny with my arousal at this point, I could feel it dripping slowly from between those swollen, wanton lips.
My heart was pounding, in both fear and tremendous arousal.
What if I needed to use my safeword?!
What if I needed to use the bathrooom?
What if cramp got- Oh!
Oh what if I needed to cummmmmmm.......?!
The orgasm swept over me, and all the what-ifs disappeared.
Heavenly waves of ecstasy, crashing into my mind,
unable to respond with a cry or an arch of my back...
All I could do was ride those waves, feeling my cunt clench and pulse frantically as that powerful little vibe worked its' magic on me.
I stared helplessly out of the clear plastic window, not seeing the man that had just stepped into view, my molten, needy sex already building up to another mind shattering release...

DancingBear:

I watched as my sweet doll came, unable to stop herself.
Her beautiful eyes spoke volumes where her expression could not, and I felt my cock swell and push against the zip of my pants.
She looked so beautiful, so fragile, so helpless in that doll box.
It had been an ingenious idea, and once I put her in there, I only needed a simple trigger to freeze her limbs in place.
Of course, physical restraint would have worked as effectively...
But there was something delicious about watching her own mind restraining her.
It showed she wanted this.
I could see she was getting ready for another orgasm. Should I let her have it?
I stepped up to the front of the box, forcing her to acknowledge my presence.
Her eyes opened a little wider, pleading, filled with a whores' need.
I smiled, and noticed her thighs tremble as she reached the crest of another orgasm...
"Sleep, Doll," I told her.

Velvet:

Master... He was right in front of me... with wickedness in his piercing blue eyes.
I begged him with my eyes to let me free, to play with his doll...
My clit hummed in time with the vibrator, my muscles tensing, heart thudding heavily as orgasm approached.
I felt it right there...
That overwhelming peak where you reach the point of no return,
and you know what's about to happen...
Blackness.
Body collapsed.
Doll....obeys....Master...........

DancingBear:

Her pretty eyes fluttered closed and her body slumped a little,
trembling as I cruelly withheld it from the orgasm it had so skilfully been creating.
Reaching up to undo the sides of the box, I gently and carefully pulled my little doll out,
and into my arms.
"Puppet strings" I said, "Feel your legs move as I pull you.
Allow yourself to walk with me until I tell you to stop."
She obeyed, as I knew she would.
Slowly, and with patience, I led her to the adjustable table.
Lowering her upper body onto it, her delectable breasts pressing against the leather,
I stretched her arms up to slip into the cuffs.
Straps tightened around her back and waist, and I lowered the second half of the table downward so that she was half standing, half lying.
Strong cuffs gripped her ankles, leaving that glistening pussy on display.
I made a few other adjustments, and smirked, whispering "Fuckdoll wake up" in her ear.

Velvet:

Insane lust gripped my mind.
I was aware enough for a split second to realise that my mouth gag had been removed,
and that my cunt was on display.
Cock!
Master...slavedoll obeys Master... Mmmm... so good.... must suck...
My tongue flicked around the tip, my lips sucking eagerly at his magnificent erection... Obedience... Feels so good... Must obey....
Oh, this was making me so wet... So aroused... Need... Masters' cock... Mmm..... Pleasure him...
My hips squirmed in a futile attempt to impale my empty and craving fuckhole on something big and hard...
Master moved his cock from my mouth, and walked behind me.
I whimpered, needing to please him, needing to obey, needing to suck... to lick...
Something nudged against the entrance to my sex... something cool, soft but firm.
Slowly... Oh so slowly... It began to move...
In...........
Out.............
In..............
Out.............
Fucking my pussy at such a tantalising speed...
Master moved back in front of me and grinned wickedly, his cock nudging against my lips again.
Without a thought, I swallowed half of him into my mouth and began to suck lovingly.

DancingBear:

Looking down at her, one can notice the delicate sheen of sweat on her brow.
The way those wild curls have escaped her carefully groomed hair.
The worshipful look in her eyes as my cock thrusts between those luscious lips, scraping against the silk of her tongue.
I grinned wickedly and pushed a button, the fucking machine beginning to pound her little slavecunt in earnest.
My hands softly stroked through her hair, loving the texture of it against my fingers.
I twisted gently, holding her head as I pushed that hot, throbbing flesh into her mouth, deep....deeper... until I could feel her throat swallowing around the head.
I whispered a word in her ear, and groaned as my own orgasm began to flood through me...

Velvet:

I woke to my slick cunt being fucked.
Fucked hard by a big, hard dildo on a fucking machine that's never going to stop,
never going to slow.
Need...
Pleasure... Obey. Slavedoll obeys Master.
Suck. Lick. Flick. Throb. Being fucked in the pussy.
Face fucked.
Masters' cock thrusting in and out.
Sucking, swallowing his cock with a mindless devotion.
Cock. Obey. Master. Need.
"Cum." He whispered.
My world collapsed- lights flashed behind my eyes, my body threw every last bit of energy it had into this orgasm.
My cunt spasmed wildly around the object rudely thrust inside it.
My mouth swallowed Masters' cum, leaving my mind drugged, dizzy, obedient.
Slavedoll obeys Master...

DancingBear:

I watched as she collapsed, my cum intoxicating her into a mindless sleep state.
I smiled, withdrawing from my little fuckdoll, smearing my cum on her cheeks and lips.
I felt the love blossom in my heart for such an exquisite being.
Time to get her cleaned up and put into her box before next playtime...

Book Two: Fantasies of a Devious Mind.

Welcome to the next book in the Velvet Chronicles!
Thankyou to my readers for enjoying and my lovers for inspiring!

Comments help to motivate me to post, so please feel free to write a little something so that the creative juices keep flowing!

This next book is all about the sexy, erotic, sensual, and twisted fantasies that play in Velvets' mind.
Some of them she's tried... Some of them her lovers whisper in her ear as she orgasms...Some of them she pictures vividly as she's pumping her soaking wet pussy against her favourite toy...

Have fun guessing which is which, and above all ~ Enjoy!

Velvet xoxox

Book One: Velvet Memories.

Chapter Eight: DancingBear.

Velvet sat on top of her latest victim- ah, subject, with a dreamy smile.
Her teasing, skilful fingers danced over the crimson scratches and bite wounds that marked over half of his body.
In an absent minded tone, she began to reminisce.
Reminisce about that glorious, talented man that had become the centre of her musings lately.

"It began as a hunt.
I had been trawling the internet for a playmate, a little distraction from the doldrums of every day life.
I found him, in a chatroom, and decided that he would have to do.
He was amusing, educated, cute.
I arranged to meet him in a private chat over messenger, intending to woo him, bespell him and use him as my toy.

I played it coy. And shy. And submissive.
Wait! - Submissive?! ...Yes.
I felt submissive to him."

The man beneath her gaped, wide eyed, and Velvet smirked, raking her nails over his sensitive, abused skin.

"However, the balance tipped, and my spirit meshed with his.
We each submitted, dominated, experimented.
Yin, and yang, two halves of a perfect balance, were brought together.
He was an Enchanter of skill enough to match my own.
I was enamoured; he resisted the romance, his shields protecting the inner self.
I opened to him.
My fears, my dreams, my faults, my strengths, my love...
All exposed to him, my very self, the core of my being stripped naked for his gaze.

He opened to me.
Love grew, surrounded us both. Oh! What love...
What a perfect, exquisite feeling. To be so wholly accepted by another.
To yearn to hold them, to please them, to share with them your life, your experiences, your heart.

We became two people embracing one future.
His fate, his life, aligned with mine in an irrevocable way.
He became a treasured piece of my precious soul; I wanted to drink of him, tasting like euphoria.
My thoughts, my plans, my world made space for him, easily and naturally.
I immersed myself in him, filling, drenching myself in his being, that I might feel the intangible quintessence of him.

Long, long moments have I waited to be with him; to be near him.
Something in me soars to a plane of ecstasy when the dream of being together
is forefront in my mind.
I have waited, and will wait for him the rest of my life if need be...
Because between wishes and life lies patience."

Book One: Velvet Memories.

Chapter Seven: Adonis.

It was a perfectly normal day for such an unusual situation.

I sat quietly in the passengers seat of a friends' motor vehicle, occasionally speaking up to navigate.
When we arrived, the house looked perfectly normal, and the greeting from Witch Isobel was warm and welcoming.

Inside stepped I, a little nervous and very shy.
He was on the couch, with the delectable Salmacis comfortably resting beside him.
I had seen him before, in public, but never had he looked so at ease; here, he was a king in his domain.
I blushed, and sat precariously on the edge of a couch, legs modestly together lest my skirt show an inappropriate amount of leg.

More friends arrived, a trickle of ones and twos, all talking merrily and sitting themselves in the living room.
I smiled and made conversation with the others, yet all the while very very aware of him.
Aware of where he was at any given moment.
Aware that he might be watching me, observing me, appraising me.
At lunch, I ate daintily, in the manner of a small sparrow; that he might approve of my manners and lady-like behaviour.

I gathered courage, and sat with him at his request, feeling his warm body against mine, revelling in the electric spark that jumped from his skin to mine with each accidental touch.
I lay my head on his chest and smiled, feeling content.

Circumstances moved us, and I found myself sitting a metre away from his seat. I inched closer, hoping desperately that the move would go unnoticed.
Closer... Closer... My heart fluttering rapidly in my chest...
I reached the side of his seat, and his hand glided down to stroke my hair.
I relaxed almost instantly, calmed, tamed.

His knowing, devilish smile made me wet.
That simple, innocent caress of my hair made me feel safe, and accepted.
It also made my cunt throb and pulse and grow wetter each time I felt his fingers brush my skin.
The visit ended, and I was reluctant to leave.
My friends thought to make a quirky game of burying their faces in my robust cleavage.
Shyly, I invited him to join in.

In a respectful and gentlemanly way, he refused, mentioning that he should like to take me up on that offer at some later date... In a more private setting.
My face, and cunt, heated.

I thought of him much that day. And the day after that.
He was on my mind often, that charming smile, those clever fingers, that caring and protective nature.
He also aroused something in me that begged to be taken advantage of.
I wanted to be used by him, bound and gagged and hurt and fucked by him.
And it was he, Adonis, that made it at all possible for me to find my true self in these fantasies.
From perhaps that very day, I fell in love with him. The more I learnt about him, the harder I fell.
My heart became entwined irrevocably with his; our paths running parallel to one another.

To this day, Adonis remains my protector, my champion knight, and the one I run to first when things go wrong.
His kind words lift me from sorrow; his skilful kisses leave me breathless with wonder and desire.

It was a perfectly normal day for such a fortunate situation.

Book One: Velvet Memories.

Chapter Six: A Tale of Toys.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, softly illuminating the room. Warm golden rays caressed walls, shelves, and the toys upon them.

In the centre of the shelf, slightly apart from the other toys, sat a doll. Beautiful, in the way that only dolls can be, with perfect rosebud lips and enchanting emerald eyes, she sat alone on her shelf, watching the sunlight fill the room.

The pale porcelain of her skin gleamed where her clothes did not cover it; hints of smooth, flawless complexion in-between layers of silk and lace and velvet. Hands loosely clasped in her lap, her gaze steady and blank, the doll looked much like any other. However, this doll was not ordinary...
This was a magical doll.

As the day wore on, the doll became more aware of thoughts. A thought would suddenly *pop* into her head, only to vanish a moment later. Then another! And another... Thoughts bursting into existence, slowly re-awakening the doll as twilight crept into the room.

"I am Velvet. A Velvet doll. I am a doll. A doll! Velvet.... doll. Sitting. Pretty. Pretty Velvet doll."

The shadows deepened, and night cast moonlight into the toy room. The doll moved slightly; a finger twitch, and blinked.
"I am...Velvet."
She carefully tested the movement of first one leg, then the other. Satisfied, she delicately slid from her shelf, and began to wander the room, curious in her newfound freedom.

She stopped to inspect small wagons and plastic soldiers, and large containers full of brightly coloured blocks. Moving past them slightly, she noticed movement, and stopped, abruptly, falling to the floor in the manner of a discarded toy, limbs loose and splayed, expression completely devoid of emotion save for the small, polite smile on those richly painted lips.

Several minutes passed. The Velvet doll dared to turn her head, ever so slightly...
To see a doll staring back at her!
Velvet gasped, and the doll gasped too, her eyes flying wide.
Velvet reached out an arm to the new doll, and the new doll reached back... until their fingers touched... against the glass.
Velvet began to giggle, a sweet, chiming giggle that floated through the room. It was only her reflection!

Moving past the mirror, Velvet grew a little lonely, for she had so wanted another doll to play with, to talk to.
She dragged her tiny feet against the fluffy carpet. Thud!
The little doll tripped, landing straight into a soft, furry pile of... Teddy.
Blushing bright red, Velvet stammered an apology. "I...I am so terribly sorry.. Really..."

Velvet carefully lifted herself up and gingerly checked for injury, shook off her bustling skirts and adjusted her satin corset. She then looked to the teddy whom she had so rudely landed upon.
The teddy stared back, his black eyes blank, his position unchanged. He had a few ragged stitches right across his chest, though Velvets' fall had knocked one or two out of place.

A hot stab of disappointment ripped through Velvets' heart, and she sat beside the teddy, leaning back against his soft fur.
"I just..." sniff "wanted someone to... talk to."
A tear rolled hotly down her cheek, making the porcelain glisten and shimmer where it went.
Somehow, it made the doll feel more alive, more animated than she had ever felt.

Tears began streaming down Velvets' cheeks, one after another, until her face shone with them. Crying out in a confused sort of anguish, the doll buried her face against the fur of the silent teddy. Long moments passed, and she quietened as the furry paw stroked her glossy brunette curls in a steady, comforting sort of way.

Furry paw?! Velvet doll looked up, and the teddy smiled down, his black eyes gleaming with affection and acceptance. Impulsively, she reached a hand up to his furred face and stroked it.
The teddy smiled and picked up the tiny doll in his arms, cuddling her to his plush frame.

They stayed that way until morning, when the magic slowly drifted into slumber. The doll moved to the side, and became stiff and unmoving, her expression blank and careless, that polite smile back in place...
Yet somehow warmer, happier than before.
The teddy slumped a little against the wall, one paw gently laid on top of the Velvet dolls' hand, waiting patiently until night worked its' enchantments again.


NB: This is a fictional story (as opposed to the others in this book, which are based on true events.)