part 1.... of the Blue Doll

i keep on meeting readers in second life.... people who don't post, comment or email at me at all seem to be far more friendly there.

one new acquaintance is Tizzy Calliope who writes fiction and has been inspired to do a doll one.

part one for your pleasure:

The Blue Doll
Part 1: Transformation

In this chapter: Machine/F, BND, f/o, xfrm

Bella groaned as she awoke in what felt like a painful position. Her jaw and throat ached, her arms and legs felt stretched, and she felt like she'd just had sex in both her pussy and ass with something big ...

She tried to close her mouth. She realized she couldn't — there was a hard plastic object that went into her mouth and down her throat! She tried to pull her arms and legs in close, but they were held in place! She realized that she hadn't had double penetration — there were large round objects inside her pussy and ass, and there was a catheter inside her urethra! On top of it all, she felt like her whole body was encased in something oppressively tight. It also felt like her eyes were sealed shut. She could barely breathe, nor make a sound with her voice, and she squirmed in her helpless position.

Suddenly, her sight was assaulted by a sudden bright light. Bella yelped, and then the glow faded, took focus, showing a side-view of a strange figure covered head to toe in black latex, spreadeagled and cuffed to a stainless steel table. It was definitely female — well, probably female, given that she couldn't see any features. Its face was covered by a mask; two tubes were connected to the mask, and two more were connected to its groin. She tried to crane her head to get a better view, but strangely enough, her field of vision didn't change ...

... and the strange apparition craned its head.

Bella gasped, flinching back. Again, nothing about her field of view changed, but the strange figure did flinch back. She had somehow been given a third-person perspective of herself!

She took a deep breath to try to calm herself down. This was a bit of a chore. When her nerves were halfway settled, she tried to examine the room she was in. Since what she saw didn't actually change when she turned her head, this was also a chore. All she could see was her own bound form, and past that, a set of Venetian blinds with what appeared to be Greek columns in front of it. The strange tubes simply went out of her field of vision. She also noticed that affixed to her feet was a pair of high heels that looked ... rather tall.

She tried to remember how she'd gotten here. She knew that she'd been transported to this strange otherworld called Eros, where virtually everything and anything was at least related in some way to sex. She remembered studiously avoiding the Slavers' Guild until she could register for full citizenship, and then getting a computer and into the local equivalent of the Internet ...

Ah yes, this was all because of her little fetish, wasn't it?

* * * * *
Bella Andrews was twenty years old, slim, five feet tall and with curly brunette hair. She wore glasses, had freckles, and was actually somewhat plain. She'd been just entering her second year at college when the Gateway took her. It hadn't changed her much — there was just some subtle alteration that made her a lot cuter whilst still being able to recognize herself in the mirror, and her breasts were a bit closer to being C-cups than her previous modest B's.

After getting a temporary job at a supermarket and buying herself a used computer, she filled out an online fetish survey. It seemed like the good thing to do at the time. There were people in this strange realm who didn't mind dominating someone the way they did on Earth (i.e. in a fully-controlled situation) instead of just renting a slave (or enslaving someone) and doing whatever they wanted, weren't there?

Back on Earth, Bella had owned ... a few things. She'd gotten her hands on a black latex catsuit, and had often masturbated while wearing it. Once or twice she'd put a vibrator and butt plug in herself, zipped up the suit, and then just lay in the bathtub, letting the pleasure fill her, imagining she'd been taken by some Master and been made into a sex-doll ...

She only tried selfbondage once or twice. It just wasn't the same, and she was too worried about getting stuck in a situation she couldn't get out of without intense embarassment.

During the survey, she'd mentioned fantasies about becoming a doll, and being bound and helpless. The thought of being completely under someone's control turned her on, and she said so.

A few weeks later, she got a phone call. The group that had made the survey wanted to know if she was interested in realizing a few of these fantasies. She blinked, not remembering having given her phone number, but she replied that yes, she was still interested.

Two days later, she remembered going to bed, but that was the last thing she remembered doing of her own free will.

* * * * *
Bella sighed, and lay back heavily. She was dimly aware that she was probably breathing through her nose. Not that she could actually tell particularly what was going through either way, but she noticed that the upper tube leading to her mask twitched a bit as she breathed.

Then the lower tube twitched as well, and there was a sound of running liquid, and Bella felt something flooding her stomach. She squirmed a bit, but then realized it didn't really feel that bad. She hadn't realized how hungry she was — she'd been rather distracted — and now this was providing an ironic sort of relief from that.

Her vision began to fade. She wondered if her "meal" had had some sort of sedative in it, but then realized that whatever was giving her this third-person perspective was simply switching off.

Then she lay there, alone with nothing but what she could hear and feel, and that wasn't much. She wondered how long she'd be able to stand being completely helpless like this, blind and unable to smell or taste anything except rubber, barely able to to hear anything, feeling nothing except the constricting latex. She'd heard some vaguely unpleasant things about what happened to people who'd been in sensory deprivation for too long, and while this wasn't exactly the same, she was already scared and unwilling, and frankly, it felt close enough.

A voice abruptly spoke up in her ears, startling her. "Hello. This is a prerecorded message," it said. It sounded like a man in his thirties, and a bit perfunctory, as if he was glad that he would only need to say this once. "Your age, sex, race, physical dimensions, and sexual orentation are irellevant. You are about to be transformed from a human — or whatever species you were before — into a sex toy. This is distinct from mere slavery in that in several ways, a slave is still considered a person, whereas you cannot free a vibrator, or raise a ring-gag to the status of citizen. I cannot tell you what type of toy you will become, but there are quite a lot of possibilities — as many as there are types of sex toys, in fact. You could become a dildo, or a sybian, or some sort of sex-related furniture. There is a small chance you may even be animate, and still contain a measure of free will and movement. This will be up to whoever has purchased you or decided you should be transformed. Frankly, though, the only way you are likely to be different from any other sex toy toy is that you will have a mind, and thoughts, and emotions, and memories of a time before, when you were still a living being who owned yourself. Oh, and you will still be able to experience orgasm, and you will, whenever you are used," the voice added. "Whatever your ultimate destiny is, welcome to your new life ... such as it is!"

But even as it spoke, Bella knew what was going to happen. She was going to be changed into a sex doll! The thought terrified and startled her, but she also felt herself more turned on than she had ever felt before. She wished, briefly and irrationally, that she could masturbate, or had her vibrator ...

She gasped as both groinal tubes suddenly began buzzing within her pussy and ass. She shuddered, squirming and almost bucking her hips, the sudden pleasure washing all over her body and filling her to the brim. This was beyond just fingering herself, or wearing a latex suit over a par of vibrators, or even any kind of sex. It was as if something had focused on the pleasure centers of her brain and turned them on.

It wasn't long before she came, unable to scream, or even move very much. The vibrations slowly began to die down, and she fainted.

* * * * *
Bella awoke to an unpleasant sensation in her rear, as if a strange liquid was filling it up. She realized after a moment that she was being given an enema. After a few moments, the liquid was pumped out. There were no complaints from her bladder, though; it must have already been emptied by the catheter.

She realized then that her hands were at her sides, and her legs were closer together. She'd been unbound! She tried to get up, but every time she tried to push herself off the table, she suddenly felt far too heavy, and couldn't move herself an inch. She reached up to feel the tubes coming out of the front of her face, then the ones at her groin. Yep, they were definitely going straight into her body, all right ...

There was a sound of running liquid, and then she felt the feeding-tube filling her stomach again. Bella lay back, wondering what it tasted like, or whether it was just as well that there was a rubber tube in between the liquid and her tongue. She sat back with a sigh, placing her hands on her stomach.

After a moment, she realized her fingers were getting numb.

It wasn't just them — she couldn't feel her feet, either. And the numbness was spreading through her arms and legs, up to the rest of her body. She gasped, feeling a gushing sensation in her pussy and rear as well, realizing that whatever it was, it wasn't the feeding-liquid.

Bella knew what was happening now; she was about to undergo the final transformation. She found herself saying goodbye to everything she'd ever known. Even if she ever saw anything she knew again, it would never be in the same way.

Her hearing began to fade as well, such as it was, and she found that her consciousness was fading. She just lay heavily on the table, letting oblivion claim her once more.

End of part 1

and part 2 is 'here' on her website. there's more too come too.

xx