In the Land of the Dolls

by Cropsncuffs

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Storycodes: Solo-F; dolls; boxes; lycra; boots; whips; capture; bond; gag; nipple; bells; collar; transport; enslave; cons/nc; X


Part 1: There has been a mistake here.

“Look, there has clearly been a mistake here”

“Madame, allow me to assure you that you are mistaken. Your order has been processed exactly as you placed it. I have it on the computer in front of me”

“And I assure you that this is not what I ordered”

“Madame, I have to tell you that you have received exactly what you ordered. 1 large size child’s doll. Snow White type. And that is all you will be charged for”

Something in my brain finally clicked over as I looked at the delivery that stood in front of me and I realised that I should shut up. Just for once, the mistake was in my favour.

I apologised for bothering the lady on the phone and hung up. For standing before me was not a single large Snow White type doll, but a full half dozen. All immaculately boxed and gift wrapped with bright pink ribbons. There was a bow on the top of each box and they looked quite divine. I had only intended to order 1, in fact I had ordered only 1, but somehow I had six of the things, and I saw a lot of happy nieces over the coming months.

I picked up the nearest box and found it heavier that I had expected. Must be a quality product I guessed, not having handled any dolls since my childhood. I tugged at the ribbons. They were tightly applied and I didn’t want to break them so it took me quite a while to figure out a way to slip them off without damaging anything.

Finally, after a lot of struggling and wrestling I had the box open and as I upended it the doll slid out into my arms. Dropping the box I reversed the doll and stood it on the table.

I stood maybe 3 feet tall, and to my surprise it balanced perfectly on it’s feet, standing upright without any help from me. She was wearing the long yellow Snow White dress with the tight blue bodice dress her makers had specified. I reached out and touched the face. It was soft to my touch and felt scarily realistic. Even the black hair felt genuine to the touch and I almost shivered as I ran my fingertips over her figure.

Unlike many dolls she actually looked a realistic shape. Despite her generous breasts, they tapered down to an acceptable waist, then flared out over genuine rounded hips. I lift the long skirt and looked at realistic and rather sexy legs so unlike the skinny things I had seen on some dolls in the window of the local toy store.

I peered back into the box and saw a plastic bag in the bottom with a bundle of extra clothes for the doll in it. I recalled reading something about each doll coming with an alternative outfit so I didn’t bother to unpack it. I could see an odd boot and some black material, but I assumed it was just another Disney costume. Not having watched a Disney film for many a long year I had no idea what character it might be of, and even had I taken the trouble to take it out, I had no doubt that I would not have been any the wiser.

I packed the doll back away and carefully slipped the ribbons back around the box before putting it back in line with all it’s boxed friends. They made a strange looking battalion as they stood there in a line. All identical. Perfect, tall and yet somehow just a little creepy. As I walked away from them I had this unsettling feeling that they were watching me. Shaking my head to clear away such silly thoughts I gathered them all up and shoved to the back of a cupboard before making my way upstairs to bed. It had been a long day and I was looking forwards to embrace of my bed sheets.

The sound from downstairs shocked me awake and I sat up with a start. Had I really heard something downstairs, or had I been imagining things ? I picked up the heavy metal torch from the bedside cabinet and moved to the head of the stairs.

From where I stood all I could see was darkness, but something still nagged at me. Using the top landing switch I flicked on the slights and waited for a moment before stepping down onto the stairs.

All was silent and still downstairs and I was soon chiding myself for my overactive imagination. But as I descended the stairs I was still swinging the long flashlight in my hand in case I was wrong. I moved from room to room, but found nothing. Every window and door was secure.

When I entered the last room I saw the one door ajar, and in front of that cupboard stood one of the Snow White dolls. Upright and out of her box. I frowned and walked over to the doll. Nothing else in the room seemed to have been disturbed. Picking her up I turned her over in my hands but she seemed undamaged. I placed her in the sofa and opened the cupboard door to find her box.

As the door swung open at my touch I gasped as I saw six open boxes lying on the floor and not another doll to be seen. I whirled at a sound behind me and found myself facing three of the dolls standing on the floor before me. And whatever might have been in the bottom of those boxes, they certainly were not Disney costumes.

Each of the dolls had somehow let their coal black hair down so it now hung loose about their shoulders. And their bodies were now swathed in tight black lycra catsuits, their feet clad in spike heeled boots that rose to their knees. And each one was carrying a long whip.

I took a swift pace away from them and a disbelieving part of my eye saw one of them move. The whip cracked out and snapped tight about my ankle. The figure hauled it tight and I felt my balance shake as the doll still in it’s Snow White outfit leapt from the sofa and landed on my chest with a thud. Tiny hands clung on tightly to my top as I felt myself start to stagger.

As I wrested with the suddenly animate doll I felt another whip snap tight about my other ankle and the suddenly strong dolls both gave a concerted heave. Still wrestling with the doll on my chest I felt myself toppling backwards.

My back hammered into the carpet and knocked the wind out of me as I threw the Snow White away from me with all my strength. I started to rise, dragging myself up on my elbows in time to see the two giant dolls who had lassoed my ankles run off in opposite directions, snapping the whip tethers tight. My ankles were jerked away from me and my back hit the floor again with a jarring thump.

From out of nowhere Snow White was on me again, leaping onto my chest and adding her weight to keeping me flat on my back.

Exhibiting inhuman strength the two lycra sheathed dolls hauled me along the carpet, my arms flaying out above me head as I was dragged along. From somewhere about her person Snow White suddenly had a handful of that red packing ribbon in her hands and she was forcing them down between my teeth to gag me.

I bit down hard on it and tried to shake her off by shaking my head wildly, and I heard myself let out a whimper as I felt something snap about my trailing wrists, first one, then the other.

Throwing my head back as best I could I saw the two missing dolls had lassoed my trailing wrists with lengths of that tough packing ribbon and were even now hauling the nooses tight.

Their extra outfits were tiny flared miniskirts, tight bodices and stiletto heeled ankle boots, their black hair somehow now curly and wild about their faces. I saw them look up across my prone body, nod towards the lyrca clad dominas that had my ankles prisoner and together they all charged away from me at the same moment.

My joints screamed as I was suddenly speadeagled tight on the floor. I let out a cry, and moments later Snow White had that gag tied off tight about my neck and I was both tied and gagged on my own living room floor.

I desperately tried to haul myself up from the floor, but the dolls seemed to have inhuman strength for their size. With Snow White’s weight on my chest and my limbs pulled tight all I managed was a floor bound shiver as I threw my head about while my limbs remained resolutely pinned.

Snow White stood up on my chest, balanced on my ribcage just below the heaving mounds of my breasts, and as I watched she slipped off her skirt, and where it slid down her damn near perfect legs she revelled tightly suspendered black stockings over spike heeled court shoes that dug into my lightly covered flesh. With a shrug of her shoulders the chaste bodice fell away to reveal a gleaming black leather basque that thrust gleaming white breasts up and out in a most un-disney-like way. A wild shake of her head and she too was wearing her hair long and wild about her face. And she was smiling down at me.

She slipped off my heaving chest and was joined by the last of the dolls, as resplendent as the others in that gleaming lycra catsuit that hugged every perfect scaled down curve of her body.

Tiny hands dived forwards , there was a ripping sound and I felt my glorious breasts bouncing free as I fought for all I was worth against these unearthly dolls. I tried to shout, to protest, but all that came out past that damn ribbon gag was inarticulate squealing and wailing. There was more ripping, and I knew I was lying naked and bound before them.

I watched them lean forwards, one standing either side of me, and I squealed as tiny teeth and tongues settled over my nipples and did things for me I had long begged and pleaded with every boyfriend I had ever had to do. I howled, I squealed, and I felt my nipples respond to their tender caresses. Tiny tongues swirled and tiny teeth nipped playfully as I felt my nipples swelling in their mouths.

One of the dolls threw something to them, and they flourished something in the air, just rising into the line of my vision. There were tiny bells attached to something I couldn’t quite make out, then my nipples were afire, and with every movement there was a tiny tinkling of bells. The bitches, the tiny, inhuman bitches had fitted me with nipples clamps, tiny belled nipple clamps that tinkling and rang with my every tormented movement.

I felt rather than saw the two dolls at my ankles running fast from left to right, dragging my ankles after them. Suddenly my ankles were tied fast together. Faster than I could comprehend those at my wrists repeated the act and my wrists were swiftly crossed and tied off to a solid piece of furniture behind me.

Now they were all standing around me. Staring down at me. I had never felt to so embarrassed, so ashamed, and, yes, damn it, so turned on.

The stocking clad domina who had been Snow White and appeared to be their leader produced something from behind her back and again mounted my chest. Her long legs clung to me like a rider to a horse, and as she lent towards my face I could see what she held in her half-scale hands. It was a collar, with a tiny gold bell just like the ones that tormented my nipples. She held it up and gave it a little shake for good measure. It tinkled just as a bell should.

I gulped as I heard it ring, and I felt myself becoming still as she leaned forwards and slipped it about my throat. She was smiling again as she fastened it, and I felt tears growing in my eyes as she pulled it slowly tight and fastened the big buckle beneath my ear.

She slid off my body and uttered something to her fellows in a language I did not understand. Tiny figures moved fast, twelve hands pressed against me and before I could react I was on my chest, easily turned by their disproportionate strength and once again winded.

I turned my head to watch as they unfurled more of that damn packing ribbon and three dashed to either end of my naked body and out of my sight. I felt my wrists come loose and something was tickling my ankles before they all ran back into my vision from differing directions. As they rushed past in opposite directions my body was suddenly twisted and I let out a howl as my arms were hauled backwards and my legs bent hard at the knees. The head doll in the stockings leapt onto my back and as I kicked back with my legs I almost snapped my arms out of their sockets and I realised my wrists and ankles were now tightly tied together in a strict hogtie. The little bitches had me right where they wanted me and there was nothing I could do about it.

I felt the leader doll doing something as she stood on my shoulders. I could feel the tiny pinpricks of her heels in my flesh and I did my best to wriggle and throw her off, but all I managed was a snake-like shuffle on my stomach accompanied my the distant tinkling of the three bells now fitted to my defenceless body.

She took a hank of my hair in her hand and I felt her balance changing as she lent forwards, and moments later I could feel the hot breath from her tiny mouth on my hear. From a fraction of an inch away she spoke to me in a terrible soft tone that made my body still and my blood run cold.

“Stay still my little one. The fun has only just begun for you”

She sprang over my head and stood in front of me, her back to me as she started to wave her hands in the air before her. The others were chanting something in their strange language and as I watched the air in front of her started to swirl and glow, quickly resolving itself into a whirling sea of clouds and lightning.

I caught a treacherous part of me admiring her perfect arse and those delightfully positioned stockings and her poise on those wicked heels before I redoubled my struggling and squealing as they all lifted me up off the carpet and suddenly I was moving towards that terrible swirling light.

The lead domme in the stockings stepped straight into the light and was swallowed up by it as if she had never been there. I let out as loud a wail as I could manage through my gag and I felt hot tingling as my head met the bright light. There was a feeling as if I was being pressed through hot cotton wool, and suddenly I was lying on my chest again, only now it was not carpet under me but straw and cool flagstones.

I twisted in my bondage, desperately trying to see where I was, and I could hear laughing from all around me from the group of lycra clad dolls who had somehow made me their prisoner.

“Welcome to our land little Funling” the leader said as she smiled down at me, “And to a whole new part of your life!”

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