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The Doll House |~| Lady Arachnia, Littlemoth|~|

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Gracely had let her fingers finally slip between her own legs now, stroking herself eagerly and squirming as she lapped away at Avabelle's cunt. She tasted sweet, like a piece of fresh fruit and Gracely soon found herself licking more just to taste than to please. Miss Poppyrow hardly seemed to care about that, as either way she was enjoying herself. Her hips ground against Gracely's face and she soon felt the woman's juices come out in a rush and drench Gracely's face. She stopped breathing for a moment or so and only rose to take a gasp for air when the woman's grip on her hair loosened just a bit. On one of the nearby balconies a man stopped with pounding his bent over slave to watch the scene driven by the howling Mistress.

Gracely glance up at Avabelle. Her eyes still held that heavy glazed look of a creature in heat. She did as she was told and began to lick eagerly, lapping up the juices that coated Avabelle's thighs and lips before sitting up a bit and licking her own lips. Juices still coated her chin and she lifted her hand to wipe her face gently. This woman really was quite messy.
 
The lady was breathing heavily for a while after her orgasm and although she continued going for another she really did want to get home. She took off her panties and then pushed them towards Gracely's mouth and hopefully inside of them so she could constantly taste her mistress. She would then take out a ribbon from her bag and tie it around her head to hold the panties in place. She smiled pleasantly and genuinely seemed warmer towards her slave now and that was how she often was when she was pleased, definitely less psychotic any way. “I will cover your lower half but your beautiful little breasts stay on full display” she explained.

Avabelle rummaged in her bag again and after a few moments pulled out a purple average sized butt plug followed by a purple dildo. “We're going to put these in you first... we're not going to have any problems with that are we? If not all I want you to do is use your wonderful mouth to make them nice and wet and then bend over again. I want you to be nice and full for our trip home, is that okay, pet?” her voice oozed with sweetness again.
 
Gracely did not shy away as the panties were stuffed in her mouth and then tied there neatly. She almost immediately began to salivate around the fabric in her mouth. Looking up at the woman with flushed cheeks and glazed eyes. Now, she did not really seem to mind being exposed... of course that was simply because she was not in her right mind. The opposite in fact.

When her Mistress pulled out the two toys, Gracely's eyes widened a little bit and she eyed the butt plug wearily. When Avabelle had merely touched that hole Gracely had gone tense, quite tense in fact. This was because she was entirely inexperience there, and even in her haze she was aware of this. She glanced at Avabelle for a moment or so before looking off and down. Drool was glossing her lips now as Avabelle's taste was heavy on her tongue. She gave the smallest shake of her head.
 
Avabelles eyes dropped in what seemed like genuine sadness. She was pleased the girl accepted the panties so eagerly and honestly seemed to enjoy having them there but then there was this... this annoyed her, it annoyed her a lot. She let barely two seconds go by before the slave was getting another of those powerful electric shocks followed by her Mistress stepping closer to her and delivering another of those very strong slaps she possessed. She was determined to get these objects inside the girl and moved to do so forcibly.

If Gracely tried to resist her then she'd shock her the entire way through. First of all the butt plug. She denied her the option of licking it now though she would rub it against the girls cunt to moisten it. She then would do her best to force it in to her butt. The item would meet a little resistance at first but once the main part of it was in then the rest would slid through easily enough and remain there. Next was the purple vibrator which definitely wouldn't take any effort to get in thanks to how slick she was. It was then she pulled out a pair of fancy laced black and purple thongs that she threw at the girl. “Put them on, you dare try and take those out and I'll be doing more than just shocking you.
 
Gracely knew it had been a major mistake to deny Avabelle's wishes. However, she was not expecting such brutality. Her scream was muffled through the panties that were stuffed in her mouth as the electricity pumped up through her throbbing, heated body, rendering her motionless for a moment or so. That had been plenty of time for Avabelle's strike to land true across her face and knock her onto her side.

Blinking, Gracely lifted herself up to her hands and knees, only to have her hips seized and the plug shoved inside. Gracely's fingers curled over the ground of the balcony and her scream was loud even with the fabric stuffed between her lips and she buckled to fall onto her stomach. The dildo was also stuffed inside of her, though it was far more pleasant. Gracely gave a noise that was a mixture between a moan of pleasure and a groan of pain. She lay for a moment before she picked up the thong and eyed it blankly, then she pulled them on, flinching a bit with each moment.

Wearily, she lifted herself to her feet and rubbed her face gently before looking down at nothing in particular.
 
The mistress was shaking her head in disappointment for a while longer, she was bitter and being denied after she thought things were going so well. She took a minute out of her agitation to admire the fabric being pulled up the girl and then took extra notice at the two bumps indicating the dildo and butt plug. She then went back in to her back and took out a silver chain leash. She stomped a few steps to Gracely and grabbed her hair. She would yank it to force the girl on to her feet and snapped the leash on to the girls collar. She'd pull the hair with force and then try to slap her face again with the same force. “I'm getting tired of you thinking you know best. How much am I going to have to hurt you? How much will I have to humiliate you for you to be a good little thing?”

She remained stood up now and seemed content to leave the tea set on the table as she left. She picked up her bag and slung it casually over her left shoulder and took a look back at the stage. Nothing caught her attention so she shrugged and decided to get going. “Now I want you, girly, to follow me. If you behave you can stay on your feet, I will make your crawl the distance if you get on my nerves. Plenty of people will see you and your naked breasts... they will see the collar and the band on your thigh but it doesn't matter, follow like a good girl.” she then took a quick tug of the leash before saying “Understood?”
 
So many mixed feelings. After coming and finding some sort of release, Gracely's head was a touch clearer. The aphrodisiac, while potent, could only do so much when it was taken in an amount that was lease than a teaspoon. But the thong was already damp with her juices, and every step sent shivers of sensation through her body. Then of course there was the pain from the plug, and then from her straining scalp as her hair was seized and she was dragged to her feet. Gracely cried out and her hands came up to grip her Mistress' wrist firmly. Her head snapped to the side at the strike and Gracely grunted through the wet panties tied in her mouth. Her fingers slipped from Avabelle's wrist and she stood still. Clearly it was better not to aggravate the woman anymore than she already was...

Now, Gracely was properly avoiding the woman's direct gaze, and she only glanced at her after the leash was jerked. Those sharp, faceted eyes looked at those of her owners. They still bore a glazed appearance and her cheeks burned faintly with flush. Swallowing, she nodded and muttered an "Understood," through the fabric tied between her jaws.
 
The girl seemed to be understanding Avabelle a little now and her random tendencies. Her mood switched as easy as one could put on a new shirt. She was becoming obedient again or so she thought. She hissed in annoyance when her pet forgot to address her as mistress. She reached for her ring again deciding another long shock would do the trick. She also reached forward for the girls nipples, took them between a thumb and finger and then gave them a long sharp tug. She seemed to be doing more and more every time Gracely didn't please her now.

She didn't wait to see if the girl recovered she just started walking. She'd drag the girl with that odd strength she had if Avabelle had no other choice. She led the way in to the well decorated corridor and several workers of the auction house gave Avabelle a polite nod or bow. She led them down a large spiral stair case down to the ground level. Those they passed didn't even seem to acknowledge Gracely despite her revealed breasts. Soon enough they were leaving the large entrance doors and walking only a short distance to the train station. On the streets plenty of people started at her pet's boobs and a few made comments on how much they wanted to give them a suck. Avabelle ignored them however and once getting to the train station she found her way to the more expensive waiting area. Trains were frequent and one pulled up before they'd even managed to sit down. The train was steam powered of course and made from several shades of brass and copper. They were at the more upper class end of the train, not the highest but not far from it. Each carriage seated only around ten people and they were spaced out on large luxurious leather seats. They got on with another three people. There was a portly man with his well dressed wife and a younger woman there on her own. They all sat separate and Avabelle took the seat at the very back. All of the passengers could see one another easy enough.

Avabelle pointed at the floor in front of her and gave Gracely one of those deadly glares hidden by a smile. It was as though she was telling her to just see what would happen if she disobeyed her in front of people though she hoped the girl wasn't that stupid. She would then lift up her dress so her cunt was revealed to the girl and she patted it. “Grind your face in to it until we get to our stop, your mouth Is a little preoccupied.” she said with a giggle.
 
Gracely's stance had faltered a bit when the shock tore through her body once again. She released a sharp cry through the fabric and staggered as the woman gripped her nipple and tugged hard enough to force Gracely to take a step forward in order to relieve some of that strain. A whimper was soon to follow as her body was buzzing from the shock. However, there was little time to wallow as the Mistress took stride without waiting for Gracely to recover. She staggered a bit, but by some miracle she managed to keep herself from falling and followed. A pang of irritation rang through her fogged mind at the repetitive tugging at her collar. She hated the damned thing.

Once out of the slave auction house, Gracely took a deep breath. The fresh air -not so fresh as smog was a large pollutant in the cities- was enough to clear her head slightly. Though, this was not necessarily a good thing, because some portion of shame returned and she just so happened to be entirely topless, as well as hardly covered below. Her thighs still glimmered with juices of her arousal -blame the damned vibrator- and the thong was darkened with said juices. Gracely swallowed hard and shot a glare at those who stared too long. She was so tempted to place her hands over her breasts, but fear of her Mistress' wrath was enough to keep her from doing such.

When they reached the station, Gracely's shame diminished a bit and was replaced by something of wonder when she realized that they would board. In her previous life, Gracely had never actually ridden a train before. Train stations, however, were prime territory for pick-pocketing in her early days as a thief. She left petty thievery such as that behind when her skills improved in her mid-teens. But she had never been on a train, finding that traveling was easier and cheaper on foot. She watched intently as one of the copper monsters rolled up and let a plume of steam rise from its stacks and fog the surrounding air. Jerked sharply on board, Gracely lifted her hand to rub her neck.

At last they were seated, or rather her Mistress was. Gracely's weary and now bright eyes shifted to look at the other passengers before she looked to her Mistress' cunt. With an inward sigh and a lowering of her eyes, Gracely leaned forward and pressed her face between her Mistress' legs without question. She was sure that she now had burns on her leg were the shackle was still fastened firmly.
 
Avabelle would moan, whimper and groan accordingly as her newly bought pet began to work on her once again though this time in a different way. After a little while her hands would vanish under her dress along with Gracely and found her hair. She gripped her hair tightly and used it to pull her more forcefully against her. The lady also began to grind against her slaves face covering her in more of the doll maker's juices. As often she was still soaked and definitely creating more fluid. She hoped the girl would give her a good ride. Every time Gracely slacked off, if she did, she'd get a strong hair pull, if she did it enough she'd get a slap. A couple of the passengers were watching with mild interest, public sex wasn't rare in Dystox so Avabelle didn't care. Eventually, towards the end of the ride she gave out another loud and wailing orgasm that made another mess on Gracely's face, this time though she could do nothing to swallow it. There was still around five minutes of the ride left and she kept her play thing under her dress for the duration. Once she'd gotten off she let Gracely rest against her thigh for a while rather than work.

There was a blow of a steam whistle and then a loud screech as the train pulled to a halt. Avabelle pushed the other out from her dress and signalled she should get up. “Come now, we have a bit of a walk” she giggled. Avabelle then led the way with the leash once more on to the platform. They were in the valley where most of the richest lived, a while away from the main city. There was a river running through the centre and plenty of trees every where. The walk took them over a large bridge that arched over the river and down several streets surrounded by relatively large houses. At the end of a rather long lane littered by trees a mansion that was bigger than any they'd passed so far was situated. It looked like it held at least twelve bedrooms and had various balconies, pools and statues. The name read “Poppyrow” and there was a large gold gate that required a key which she withdrew and opened. “Your new home” she explained. There was a rather large wooden crate in the middle of the garden that had been dropped in while Avabelle was away, it was held shut by several ropes and bands. She reached in to her bag and pulled out a small and rather blunt knife. She let go of Gracely's leash and pointed at the box. “Open it” she ordered before giving her the knife to do it.
 
RE: The Doll House |~| Lady Arachnia, Littlemoth, Seductive Kitsune|~|

When her Mistress finally came, Gracely jerked her head back and took a deep breath, gasping almost desperately. Her juices dripped down Gracely's chin and with the fabric in her mouth trapping her tongue, she fails to be able to lick. Lifting her hand, she wiped the juices off on her hand and just rested there with her Mistress' hand in her hair, holding Gracely to her thigh.

When at last they came to a stop, Gracely felt a bit of lead fall into her gut. A long walk ahead.. with those things inside of her. It was torture. Every step sent both pain and pleasure through her body. Her cunt was slick and coating the thong, her thighs. She staggered more than once as they came through the nicer part of town. But just because it was nice didn't mean that her bare feet did not end up blackened when they finally arrived from the miscellaneous street filth. Gracely wanted nothing more than to sink onto the grass, fuck herself with the damned toys until she came, and then sleep for a week. However, she would not be granted such. Handed a blunt knife, she gripped the handle firmly and glanced at the woman. Her gaze lingered for a long moment, longer than she should have before she turned to the crate. Of course, stabbing was not the only option. She could have tried to pry the shackle from her thigh. But she didn't. With a soft sigh, she slipped the knife into the crack of the roof of the crate and began to pry.

It took a fair amount of time, but she was finally able to loosen the last nail. By then, Gracely's skin was covered in a slight sheen of sweat. With one last good heave, she pushed the roof of the Crate off and it landed with a thud on the grass.
 
RE: The Doll House |~| Lady Arachnia, Littlemoth, Seductive Kitsune|~|

Sariah sat in the crate unable to see anything. All she could tell was that she had been shipped to a new building. The crate wasn't moving and things went silent. She could barely move her arms, as they were bound at the wrists. Her long black hair teased her naked form. The collar around her throat further irratated her. It was much to tight to rest, but loose enough to breath. Screaming would do no good here. She knew she was a slave now. #24601, personal slave training center, or pstc for short. They made it clear she was no longer a person. She tried fighting their will. She lost. Now she was in this damned box, unable to know where the hell she was. Suddenly she heard voices. One voice. Had someone found her?! Please let them be friendly, and male. She just wanted to have a male master, she could live with that. A knife stabbed at the top of her container. She shrunk away, as the person finally pryed up her prison. Sariah looked up at the girl, bound and helpless. She looked like a slave, and she doubted that she was her owner. She kept silent, scared of the girl still holding the knife.
 
RE: The Doll House |~| Lady Arachnia, Littlemoth, Seductive Kitsune|~|

The home owner made her way over to the crate quickly. Once she'd gotten to the crate she looked in and squealed eagerly and pleased. “Oooh just what I wanted” she exclaimed with a grim brimming on her face. She reached in and gripped the girl, she took quite a bit of effort in hoisting the girl out and then putting her down a little hard. She reached down and then untied the girls legs. Avabelle's hand dipped in to her bag and pulled out a metal restraint the same as what Gracley wore. She fastened that tightly on to the girl's thing next to her crotch. She then pulled out another chain leash and hooked it on to her collar. “Up on your feet and follow me.” she told the girl and then twisted a dial on her ring. Both of the girls would receive a quick strong electrical shock on their thigh. Avabelle then turned to Gracely and smiled. “Sorry, I can only shock you together, not one at a time. Try and help each other behave and then you get less shocking”. Avabelle then set off and was prepared to drag them again if she had to.

They entered the large heavy oak doors in to an over sized greetings hall. There were several large mirrors and ornaments. Little statuettes, small dolls and things along those lines. There were plenty of dolls every where, from white faced frilly dressed ones to small little finger sized toys. One thing that would likely startle the two girls is two large mannequins in expensive suits stood either side of the door. They both wore black trousers, no foot wear, frilly white shirts and brown waist coats. Once the three girls entered the mannequins closed the doors and then followed the group. She led them to the right of the stair case and opened a door there which revealed a stair case that went down. She flicked on a switch and several lamps flickered in to life. It didn't take long to get down stairs but when they were down there they were in a room which was rather plain and had several metal boxes scattered around the room. The walls had chains and shackles and there were various chairs with straps in the centre of the room. On the back wall there were a group of cages that went from small ones to keep you crouched to a long thin narrow cage. There was also a frame on the left side of the room that looked like some kind of climbing frame. Avabelle led the two over to it and then smirked at them. “Come now, put your hands up so I can fasten them in to the shackles here, there are things we have to do.” the doll maker then gave a quick smile with them terrifying eyes.
 
RE: The Doll House |~| Lady Arachnia, Littlemoth, Seductive Kitsune|~|

Gracely was utterly shocked when light fell into the crate and exposed the bare form of a girl. A pretty girl, all trussed up like a present. The knife fell from Gracely's fingertips and land in the grass, sticking and standing vertical. She glanced over at her Mistress with raised brows and scurried aside as she came up and hoisted the girl out of the crate. Sudden emotion washed over her and Gracely bit the inside of her lip. This girl... was also under the mercy to this woman. she felt nothing but pity for her, though she had hardly experienced the extent of the woman's... intent. She looked over at Avabelle. She looked like a child on Christmas morning. It was disturbing and it made Gracely feel nervous. Gritting her teeth, she staggered as her leg went numb from the shock, and she nearly fell when Avabelle took the leash and trotted gleefully to her manor.

The dolls make Gracely's skin crawl. There were so many and their eyes seemed to follow her. Her desire for clothing increased ten fold. Some how it was more violating being watched by those listless eyes than to walk naked and gagged down the street. Gracely wrapped her arms around herself and glanced at the other girl... the other slave. Her teeth clamped down on the drool coated panties in her mouth.

The halls full of dolls was nothing compared to the basement. It was a dungeon. Nothing else to say about it. A dungeon of horrors. Cages large and small lined the walls. Chains, shackles... all the goodies. Clear-minded panic rose into Gracely's throat. The small dose of the aphrodisiac had been burned off by the shock of seeing it all. It was replaced with almost complete panic. She had experienced only part of the cruelty this woman was capable of. Who knew what would happen when she allowed herself to be immobilized. Gracely took a small step back and the collar pulled at her neck, but she lifted her chin slightly. With a shake of her head, the ribbon came free of her jaws and the fabric fell to the floor. She spoke in a wary voice. "What are you going to do to us?" She looked quickly to the other girl and her voice became urgent, "Don't... she's mad! Utterly mad
 
Avabelle was definitely not best impressed as Gracely, who she thought was doing so well, made some stupid attempt at trying to resist and even get this other one she'd paid for to follow suit. Fury burst on to her face and in to her eyes. She preferred Gracely appearance wise so she made her mind up quick enough. “Get her out and in my doll room, grab this other one and get her in those shackles!” she screamed. Her face had no warmth on it now, no smiles, no pretend happiness, just rage. The mannequins moved quickly to obey. Their movements were stiff but surprisingly quick. One would move to the newest slave and grab her arms. She struggled against the thing but seemingly with little effort she was forced out of the room screaming and up the stairs. The door was shut by Avabelle as the other faceless thing moved just as swiftly to Gracely. It aimed to grab her hands and would continuously try until it succeeded. If she tried to push or attack it she'd notice it was rock solid and incredibly heavy, standing firm and unflinching from either. The other thing she'd notice is their remarkable strength, once it had a hold of her it's grip was ironclad and unyielding. It forced her hands in to position and it was Gracely's Mistress that fastened them in.

The doll maker glared with murderous eyes at Gracely's face as she hung in the contraption. The mannequin was still stood close though at her command it had backed off a little. “I warned you, you little bitch, what do I have to do for you to behave? I don't feel like shocking you now...” she then slapped her face a lot harder than she'd done before, so much her hand tingled and turned red. She then moved forward to grip a hold of her throat and put pressure on it enough so that she'd struggle to breathe. She then turned to her expressionless guard and said “Hit her!”. The thing reacted and obeyed it's creators command. It moved close again and closed it's heavy hand in to a fist. It then plunged it forward to slam in to Gracely's midriff.
“Hit her” came the command again. Once more the white fist ploughed in to the girls stomach.
“Hit her! Hit her Hit her Hit her Hit her!” Avabelle began to sing with a sick pleasure flooding through her. Each time she said it the thing delivered a blow. The girl got louder and louder until she gave one last “HIT HER!” to which her follower landed the hardest one yet. Gracely's neck was released and Avabelle's long nails clawed down the front of her slave and over her breasts leaving long red lines. Avabelle was breathing heavily by the end of it and seemed to have vented her rage, her usual expression was back on her face. She hadn't wanted to hurt Gracely much tonight, that wasn't why she'd been brought here at all but... she lost her temper.
“There there, you've got to stop doing that. I don't know what to do with myself when people upset me, you don't want me being upset do you? I seem so uncivilised when people make me do that” she said in a low tone as if the only thing wrong with what just happened was the fact she hadn't seemed civil.
 
She looked urgently to the other girl and then looked to the Mistress and her two eerie guards. She reached to take the other girls arm in a split second decision to flee when Avabelle gave to word to chain her up and take the other girl away. She did not even know the girl's name, but she wouldn't let her fall under the same cruel hand. Gracely moved to run back the way they came, but the mannequin's made short work of catching up and seizing both her and the other girl. Gracely screamed now; it was a sound of fear and anger as she fought against the methodical dragging of the mannequin as it brought her to the wall. The thing was terrifying... something of one of her nightmares and it hardly felt a thing she tried to do to it. It was hardly a minute before she was strung up in the shackles. She was panting and the metal bit into her wrists.

Wild eyed now, she looked at the psychotic Mistress that was her own now and fear made her blood run cold. The woman did have murder in those purple eyes, which seemed a lot darker and cold now. Gracely writhed in the chains and parted her lips to retort to her words before the woman's hand came to her throat and clamped down. Gracely's gold eyes flashed in fear and she looked from the woman to the faceless creature. When the order came, Gracely panicked. There was nothing she could do to defend herself and she was confront with how truly unfair the life of a slave was. A breathless gaps exploded from her lips when the first blow came. And then another, and another, and another! Bruises would surely form over her stomach later to come from the repeated blows that was unmatched by a regular person's hand. The thing's hand was cold and goosebumps were soon to rise over Gracely's naked skin. At the last blow, Gracely gave a breathless cry as pain rippled up her body and a bit of blood formed on her lips from the repeated trauma to her mid-section. Not fatal, of course, but certainly painful.

When it was all over, Gracely slumped, hanging from her bound hands, unable to hold herself up at that moment in time. Nothing more than a whimper sounded as the woman's sharp nails raked down her body and marked her skin with weeping red lines. Gracely's once proudly lifted chin was no more and her head hung lower enough for her face to have been shadowed by her snowy hair. Avabelle's words sounded muted, but slowly, Gracely nodded and murmured mechanically. "No Mistress, I'm sorry Mistress..."
 
The woman's lips tugged in to a smile and those cold eyes turned make in to their normal warm and cheerful demeanour. She ran a hand gently now down her pet's torso and gave her nipple a light pinch. She then rubbed over her stomach that was deeply red and already bruising. “That looks like it hurts... look, you hurt her” she said in a feign cross voice to the mannequin. “Give her a cuddle to make up for it”. Avabelle commanded. The thing lurched forward and wrapped it's arms around the hanging girl and rested it's head on her shoulder like one would to a lover. The doll maker left it there for about twenty seconds before tapping it and pointing away from her. It seemed to be able to see her motion as it obeyed and walked in the direction she pointed. “Any way, time to make you look nice and pretty... I can't have you looking like this.” she giggled.

Avabelle left her now and went over to one of her boxes, it was metal and had engravings on it, the thing looked out of place here. She brought it with her and set it down on a wooden table nearby. “Now, are you going to stay still for me?” she asked her play thing as she opened the box. Inside were several inks and a needle used for tattooing. She began setting it up and the glanced at Gracely. “Or does my friend have to hold you still?”. If she had to she'd give the order to hold the girl still. She took the needle full of black ink and moved to her. She began to etch away a tattoo in to the girl. She started on her feet and ankles. Next was her knees and then Avabelle pulled down the girls thongs though made no move to pull the vibrators and plugs out. The vibe might fall out at some point though. In the end she'd make sure all over her body had markings that would make her look like she had ball joints all over. The tattoos gave her a very doll like appearance, which, of course, was Avabelles idea and goal. She was good at the tattooing and was a very good at it, she was quite the artist. “If you move your head you'll be feeling a lot more pain” Avabelle warned her as she changed the ink to red. She then quickly worked in two red rosie cheeks on each side of her face. The whole process took around half an hour. The doll maker then stood back to admire her work.
 
Gracely started mutely at the ground and finally managed to put her weight back onto her feet. The only reason why she was not doubled over from the pain in her stomach was because of the chains that held her arms above her head. Gracely looked up blankly at Avabelle's order to have the thing hold her. She recoiled as it twitched closer and her eyes widened, flashing slightly as it wrapped its cool arms around her and placed its head on her shoulder. She made something of a groan in protest and she swallowed hard; struggling to fight back her irrational fear of the faceless creature. Perhaps it was irrational, but any sane person would admit that the woman's servant was at least faintly creepy. Gracely found it terrifying, and the "hug" lasted for what seemed like forever. At last, it moved away and stood idly at the point were the Mistress pointed. Gracely slumped again and took a deep, shaky breath.

Lowered golden eyes followed the woman as she retrieved her little box and brought it back, and then they widened and she dragged herself back to her feet once more. Tattoos... She couldn't be serious. However, despite her reluctance, Gracely froze every muscle in her body and her eyes slowly traveled to the thing. She didn't move. Through the whole tattooing of her joints, Gracely stood as still as a statue, not even to flinch when the needle pierced the sensitive areas of her body.

But she could not do so with the woman came to her face with the instrument. Immediately, Gracely jerked her head to the side and strained away from her, suddenly pleading, "Please... not my face..." The tattoos on her body could be covered, but those on her face would show to the entire world. Not to mention something as ridiculous as rosy cheeks. When her head came to the side, the mannequin came forward and cupped her chin with its icy hand and placed its other hand at the back of her neck to keep her still. She froze, and a small flash of terror flickered through her eyes. The tattoo was done quickly.

There was a clatter as the vibrator finally slipped from her pussy, and then a tear broke from Gracely's eye and slid down her cheek; stinging as it passed over the tender flesh of her tattoo.
 
The tattooing was finished but the doll maker was definitely not finished. The mannequin released her and Avabelle gave her a quick smile. “You're looking gorgeous my pet, I've got some more to do though” she said rather pleasantly. The needle set was packed away correctly and put back where she obtained it from. She grabbed another box which looked very similar. Once it was opened several long thing needles were revealed along with a cream and several piercings from studs to loops. “Tongue please, or he will make you give me it” Miss Poppyrow informed her and nodded at the silent watcher. If he needed to he'd come and force her tongue out, the needle would pierce all the way through it quickly and then a metal stud would be placed within it. “That will feel much better on me.” she stated. Next the needle found the sensitive buds which were her nipples. It pierced the flesh easily and then a brass loop was placed through both of them. Last was her clitoral hood, another quick thrust and another ring piercing. Right after the piercings were done and the needle was placed away she took to the cream. She rubbed it, a sweet sugary flavour, over each new piercing. The pain would subside immediately as the stuff closed up the piercings.

The box was returned once more to it's home and Avabelle gave a satisfied giggle at her work so far. She unlaced the back of her dress and shuffled out of the black and purple dress she'd been wearing. Underneath she wore no underwear, Gracely had been looking after them, and a purple corset that covered her bust. Her body was much more on display now and it was obvious she was quite curvy and definitely desirable. Another box opened up now and what was in it was immediately obvious, it was a purple strap on dildo. She stepped in to it and tightened it on herself immediately. Avabelle next went to a cupboard, took a syringe and filled it with a pink liquid. She walked back to Gracely, said nothing and pushed the needle in to her neck. The contents were emptied and a considerably larger dose of the aphrodisiac she'd imbibed earlier was induced in to her body. It would course through her immediately and what she felt earlier would be nothing to this passion. “Now we can have a little fun before I finish your costume off.” Avabelle said with a smile. She reached behind Gracely and took a hold of the butt plug, she then gently teased it out and dropped it on the ground. She positioned herself behind her pet and began stroking her head. She began pushing the strap on against the girls still incredibly damp cunt so that it was soaked. Once sufficiently lubricated she wasted no time in pushing it in to the girls ass. It was rather easy seeing as it was considerably smaller than the plug. Avabelle then took a hold of Gracely's hips and began to thrust In to her steadily.
 
Gracely balked when the needle came. She shook her head slightly, but the threat of the mannequin was enough to make her stick out her tongue. Not without reluctance, though. It hurt, and she whimpered quietly as the needle plunged through her tongue. And then through her most sensitive of places. She kept the whimpers low when the needle stuck through her nibbles, but she could not hold back her scream when it went through her sensitive flesh. Her shoulders rose and fell with heavy breath and her eyes were closed. The cream helped immensely and the pain was quick to fade. And for that she was grateful.

When Gracely opened her eyes, she came to see her Mistress undressing and despite herself, she could not help but let her eyes wonder over her curvy figure. Gracely had always had a preference for woman, and despite the psychopathy and the sadistic tendencies Avabelle's physical allure could not be denied. Her eyes followed shamelessly for that moment as she retrieved the strap-on and then... the syringe?! Gracely's eyes widened and she struggled to turn as she approached. "Hey, wai--"

It was immediate fire. Every nerve ending in her body was set on hyper drive. Her pupils dilated until her irises were nothing more than a thin gold rim. Juices immediately began to form and then run down her thighs, and her pierced nibbles became perk and hard. She was quick to react as Avabelle began to grind against her cunt. Her hips rocked eagerly, and she showed absolutely no resistance when the plug was withdrawn only to be replaced with the dildo. Gracely groaned and thrust her hips back to her Mistress. The aphrodisiac had already made its way to her brain and her lips parted to moan out only two lust filled words. "More....Please."
 
More huh? Well it was nice to know that this girl was very receptive to this liquid which the doll maker was so fond of. “Well, I might give you more...” she said slowly while steadily thrusting in to the girls ass. “But you're going to have to beg your mistress if you really want that” Avabelle said playfully. Her nails were digging in to her hips rather hard, hard enough to draw a little blood. “You have such a nice butt, so soft, I do like this. I'm going to have a lot of fun with such a pretty little girl for my own play thing” she stated. The young lady would increase her speed and the strength in which she thrusted if the girls did a good job of begging. Each time she plunged in to here there was a slapping sound as her ass cheeks smashed against her hips. She intended to do this until her pet had came at least twice. It was only then that she pulled out and removed the strap on, putting it back shortly after. She kept her dress off and stayed in just her socks and corset.

Once again she opened another box near the girl and inside was an array of hair dyes. There were only bright unnatural colours like blue, purple, red, green and plenty more. “Pick one, I've gotta make you prettier little thing.” she said. She waited for her plaything to pick and if she refused then the colour she chose would be pink, the girliest colour she could think of for some one who so obviously did not want to be girly at all. The dying would only take a few minutes and then Avabelle got a hose to rinse off her slave. Once done she looked at her hair and smiled. “Beautiful” she said softly before stooping in and pressing her lips forcefully in to Gracelys and starting a quick wet kiss with her, trying to get her tongue in to the others mouth so that she could explore.
 
Gracely stepped back a bit and bent over as best as she could with her hands still bound in the chains. She groans and wiggles her hips a bit, thrusting back eagerly against her Mistress. Unthinking, begging words began to spill and tumble from her lips, "More! Please, please, gods, please fuck me harder, Mistress!" It was bliss to her madly heated body when Avabelle gripped her hips and thrust into her harder; that slapping sound echoed over eerie room and Gracely's moans joined the noise. Any and all who would walk by would know precisely want was going on. After a short few moments, her toes curled and she lifted herself up on the balls of her feet, her hands spun and gripped the chains that suspended her. Gracely screamed out loud and arched as she came; a flood of her juices ran down her thighs, almost to her knees and dripped onto the floor under her feet. But still, her Mistress did not relent. Gracely was quick to come again and when her Mistress pulled out, Gracely was shaky and slumped, handing from her hands.

Glazed, unseeing eyes blinked and looked at the colors. After a moment of thought, she nodded to the teal dye. Gracely moaned softly as the cool water from the hose rinsed her down and cooled her heated body. But when the water was replaced by Avabelle's lips, that cooling sensation was immediately chased away by sexual heat. Gracely managed to bring herself to her fight and she pressed eagerly to the curvy woman, kissing her with hungry lips and then parting her lips to let the woman force her tongue into her mouth. Gracely's tongue pushed out and ran along Avabelle's. She moaned, loudly.
 
Avabelle enjoyed the kiss, especially thanks to how eager and willing her pet was now thanks to that insane sex drive pulling at her thoughts right now. Her tongue wrestled with Gracely's, it explored her teeth and it toyed with the roof of her mouth. After a while she bit the other's lip and slowly began to pull away and stretch the lip as she did. Before it hurt too much she released it and backed away. The doll maker gave each of her captives nipples a quick pinch followed by affectionately stroking her cheek. “Now you're a good girl aren't you for you mistress? I'm not going to have to get my friends to control you any more am I?” she asked coyly.

“Unbind her” she ordered and the mannequin came and did just that. “I'm tired, I have a special bed lined up for you. You had better not damage it!” she said in a suddenly shrill voice. She waited for the message to set in before grabbing her leash and walking away., She knew the girl was injured but she hoped she'd follow regardless. She led her pet upstairs and then up the large decorated stair case. The faceless watcher followed. They went down several corridors and then in to a very large bedroom. In the centre of the room was a large four poster bed with black and white silk covers. Dolls were every where here, as were pictures, ornaments, ribbons, tea sets and other things along those lines. On one side of the room was a large wooden box that was laid down. The outside had a fancy A painted on to a poppy. There was a large caption saying “Life like doll!”. The box had a glass frame and it was evidently based after the boxes she sold her dolls in.. “This is where I'm going to have you sleep. Now... shall I give you something to satisfy yourself with?” she asked and patted Gracely's moist cunt.
 
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