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Such a Doll (Kinkerbelle and Miss K)

Kinkerbelle

Super-Earth
Joined
Nov 11, 2013
Chelsea was a young, impressionable, lonely 17 year old girl, but she did have two friends. One of them was in her room right now, her girlfriend Lucy. She had known Lucy since she was very very young, and had grown up together with her. They went everywhere, and did everything together. They were inseparable. Unfortunately, Chelsea was the only one who didn't seem to notice, or at least admit, that Lucy was a dolly. When you spend as much time as they do together, feelings begin to develop, and so...Chelsea and Lucy eventually became more than friends. They had been dating secretly for a while now, and her mother was out for the evening. Chelsea decided it was time to have some special time with Lucy, and put on a cute white see through baby doll she bought secretly and hid in her closet. She wanted to look good for Lucy, and came out of her closet, seductively posing for Lucy.
 
Ciara was in her room, reading. The book was old, very old, the brown cover partly worn away and the blue symbol on the front cover had faded. The pages of the book were written on tattered paper in a very curiously written language. It definitely wasn't English, for sure. It was in fact, a potion making book. Ciara had picked it up from some crazy woman at a junk shop as she thought it would be something fun to use when dressing up. It gave a very witch-like vibe which she thought could be used for her party. But after long study of the book had realised it was not random gibberish. Currently she was looking for something she could use to maintain her bedroom. The paint had started peeling and thought she could find something to apply to stop that.

She gave a small shiver. It had started to get cold. Or maybe that was because she was wearing just jeans and a bra. Going over to her window to close it, she peeked her head through the curtains and saw the strangest sight...
 
Chelsea had Lucy propped up against her bed post, and she was on her knees before her, licking the flesh light she had carefully placed in her dolly's pussy area, loving every second as imagined moans of pleasure from Lucy filled Chelsea's head. She placed Lucy's hands on the back of her head, pushing herself harder. She felt like she was the sub in their relationship, and loved to service her girlfriend Lucy with anything she needed. Chelsea fingered herself as well as she ate Lucy's fake pussy, not knowing she forgot to shut her window...
 
Ciara had always thought the girl who lived next door to her was a bit weird. But never in her wildest dreams would she have thought Chelsea did this. Chelsea, her neighbour, was currently kneeling in front of a doll, and appeared to be giving it cunnilingus. Ciara didn't know whether she should have found it humourous or disgusting. Or maybe both. The situation was so far-fetched...

Ciara was transfixed. She was curious about what the hell her neighbour was doing. So she kept watching, still staying hidden with now only her eyes peeping through the curtains.
 
Chelsea's rear end was perked high in the air, legs spread a bit with a clear view of her fingers inside of her glistening young pussy. She was so aroused, and she knew that she was getting Lucy off as well. She smiled and stopped, pulling a rather large strapon out from under the bed, sliding it on Lucy's hips and fastening it tightly. Chelsea got up on the bed and on all fours, placing Lucy behind her, leaning against the bed post, and pressing it deep within her soaking pussy, moaning in delight and extacy. She began pounding the strapon deep inside of her, in her mind, Lucy was grabbing her hair and giving it to her as roughly as she's ever had it, and her screams of pleasure were showing that.
 
It seemed to just keep getting crazier. Chelsea had pulled out a dildo -no, a strap-on- and had given it to her doll. Who Chelsea was now using to fuck herself with. The open window gave her the idea of how Chelsea felt about this. Moans of pleasure and delight. Ciara didn't know what to do. Stop watching? Should for Chelsea to stop? Maybe she could blackmail her over it? Ciara had forgotten about the book on her desk. Regardless,

Her neighbour was one fucked up bitch.
 
Chelsea arched her back and cried out in unbelievable pleasure. More neighbors were beginning to take notice of this display, looking through the window in varying degrees of interest, and horror. She began crying out to her 'girlfriend', as if she could hear her. "YES! HARDER! HARDER LUCY! Oh you're going to make me cum! Ahhh yes! yes! YES! AHHHHHH!" She screamed in euphoria, orgasming hard, her body spasms and trembles, her hair still in her doll's hands, and she collapses on the bed in exhaustion after a few minutes, cooing weakly, smiling. She loved her girlfriend so much, she'd do anything for her, especially if she could fuck her like that.
 
The screams and moans of pleasure and ecstasy scared Ciara. It showed that her neighbour was really that mean tally unstable. "Crazy bitch. Fucked up bitch. Freak." Ciara muttered, hiding below her window. She sat against the wall, continuing to hear the moans. It sounded like Chelsea had orgasmed from making a dolly fuck her. Ciara shuddered. Slightly in front of her was that brown book. Clara crawled forwards, fearful of standing in case her freak of a neighbour saw her. Pulling the book into her lap, she started to cycle through the pages.
 
"Oh Lucy, you're so good to me...I love you so much..." Chelsea coo'd, pulling her plastic lover on top of her, kissing her sweetly, makeing out with her passionately. She reached down and began fingering the fake pussy as they kissed, she was always more of a giver. "I wish I could be more like you...you're so smart, and pretty, and friendly...you're perfect Lucy..." She reached up with her free hand and made Lucy slap her, "Oh! Oooh my baby you like it rough huh? Mmmm do it again..." And she made Lucy slap her again, and again, each time moaning and gasping excitedly.
 
The curtains were now tightly closed, and Ciara was no longer hiding under the window. Instead she was at her desk, a large metal bowl on top of it. Finding a shirt to put on first, Ciara then opened her book to the right page. For a moment she may have doubted whether this was the right thing to do, but screams of pleasure encouraged her so, showing her further how messed up her neighbour was. Ciara could now gather the ingredients from downstairs...
 
Chelsea positioned Lucy to sit on her face, so she could lick her sweet pussy while Lucy sat on her, grabbing her hair in one hand, and slapping her hard with her other, over and over, harder and harder, and Chelsea was only becoming more and more arroused. She loved the taste of Lucy's pussy, and the way she treated her. It made her feel sexy and slutty, something she never got to feel in the real world.

"Baby yes! Hit me harder! Oh you taste amazing! Cum on my face! My slutty bruised face!"
 
A sickly, grey, steaming broth was currently in the bowl, along with some oddly-shaped black objects which bobbed along the surface. Ciara stirred it with a metal spoon, a hissing sound coming from it as she did. Her eyes remained on the book, reading it word for word. She could not afford to make a mistake. "Finally, add a hair to show the symbol of her desires and ownership." This would mean Ciara would use it to make the drinker list after her, but also be owned by Ciara. She delicately pulled a lone hair from her head, and added it to the potion. Quickly it turned a rather golden colour.

Not long later Ciara was downstairs, holding a glass bottle of a delicious looking golden liquid. Leaving her house, she headed for her neighbour Chelsea's.
 
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