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 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.)