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Life of the Defected Doll (2/2)
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Life of the Defected Doll (1/2)
(This is a spin off of "Life of the Perfect Doll". You can find it for free on my Pixiv or DeviantArt. You don't have to know the original to enjoy this one.) "Life of the Defected Doll" (1/2) Great, so fucking great! My old boss kicked the bucket and when the new one took his place, he decided t...
Part 2:
Empty streets, ruined houses and factories that were closed down for the weekend… I never knew or expected that the industrial part of the city turns into such a ghost town from Friday night to Monday morning… or maybe that place was just abandoned in general? Well, not abandoned completely, as the GPS on the app told me that I was nearing my destination. Yeah… it was starting to feel like more and more of a trap.
As I was about to turn the last corner on my way, I had to suddenly step on the breaks, as some schoolgirl appeared on the pedestrian crossing out of nowhere and didn’t even look to the sides. Teenagers these days were really reckless… I stopped there for a few seconds, to calm down and make sure that no one else was about to cross… there were more of them. Dozens of schoolgirls in dark-blue, navy school uniforms… all of them with straight, long, dark hair… all of them with the same, frozen face… of course… all of them were wearing the same costume that I received. What the hell was going on? Who would be bold enough to appear in public wearing this? Sure, some of them had some coats, hats or glasses on… but you could still see the stuff under it if you paid any attention to them.
I decided to park my car in an empty alley and walk the rest of the way on foot. With that amount of people, there could be a problem with parking at the destination… and I also didn’t want them to know my license plate and stuff… I grabbed the box with the doll costume and followed behind the weirdos, who wore it. Some of them were in pairs or groups but I noticed one, who was alone. “Hey, you! Could you explain something to me?” I didn’t shout at her but I tried to speak loudly enough for her to hear me. However… there was no response from anyone. Not a single person turned in my direction or even flinched. The fuck was that about?
It took only a minute or two to reach the place that they were gathering at… some old office space. Strangely, the entrance door was made of metal and had a sliding peephole. Huh… Maybe it was just some secret club? The dolls approached the door in small groups, knocked and were let inside after someone quickly checked them through the visor. I didn’t have high hopes but I approached the door myself and knocked a few times. The peephole opened, revealing the eyes… of the female-looking mask that the person inside wore. Obviously, the hole then closed… and the door didn’t open. I pulled the handle just to check but it seemed to be locked with some secure bolt. I tried knocking a few times but the result was the same. Some people even began gathering behind me, waiting for me to leave, to be able to get in.
There were leaving me no choice… but I didn’t have to fully comply. I went behind a corner and opened the box. I had to wear the costume… but only the visible parts were important. Deciding to go for the minimum, I only put on the skin, mask and uniform, while leaving shape-wear, gag and other weird accessories. I stuffed my normal clothes in the box and went back to the door, to try again.
After knocking this time, the doll unlocked the door and let me inside. I was already expecting some bar or a club… but the interior looked like a school corridor. With all the dolls walking around, I felt like I was in some Japanese all-girls high school. It was… quite freaky. I also noticed another eerie thing… all of them appeared to be the exact same height.
Everyone appeared to be busy with something or a bit lost… but there were two girls, who just stood by their lockers, casually putting away their stuff with no rush. I approached them, said ‘Hi’ and waved. They waved back, so at least they didn’t ignore me completely… but then went straight back to whatever they were doing. “Hey, do you maybe know… who is in charge of this place?” I asked… but it was almost as if they didn’t notice.
I placed my hand on the shoulder of one of them. She suddenly turned surprised that I was there. Her friend’s face also turned to me, as she noticed that something was going on. The first one just tilted her head to the side in confusion and was about to walk away… but the other one grabbed her and pointed at my chest… or the lack of it. The breast size of all the other dolls was a bit small but they were not flat. Both of them groped my torso and confirmed that I didn’t wear the silicone breasts. “H-hey, what the hell are you doing?!” They didn’t react. Their hands moved down and felt the lack of corset, before getting to my small butt.
I kind of wanted to get in a fight with them for groping me around… but I was a bit too surprised and frozen to actually do anything. The two dolls also looked like they were processing something in their heads, unsure what to do. After a few second, which felt like eternity, the two dolls nodded to each-other. One of them slowly and casually opened her locker… and the other suddenly pushed me inside it, by pressing with her whole body. They quickly stepped away, shut the metal door and locked it.
The space inside the locker would be small and stuffy by itself but I had to share it with my box, two jackets and two bags. It was almost impossible to move. I shouted for help a few times… but no one came. I could hear some steps, as people were walking by or even stopping next to me but my pleads were left ignored. With a bit of struggle I managed to lift my hands up and move them to the door to punch it a few times, to get some attention… but there still was no reaction. Looking at the hinges and lock from the inside… it looked flimsy enough to easily kick the door out. Unfortunately, the bags were not leaving me enough space to swing my legs with any force. I was completely stuck and no one seemed to care about it.
After a bit more struggle and panic, I realized something. They didn’t take away anything from me. I still had the box with my stuff… and among it… my phone. Yeah, that was it. I was done with any hopes of negotiating. I took out my phone and tried to call the police. I held the phone to my ear and… I didn’t hear any signal. When I looked at the screen, I saw that the app that I downloaded today opened and gave me a warning. “Good girls avoid speaking with the law enforcers. If you were a witness of a crime or need help, please use the ‘report’ button in the app.”
Yeah… avoid talking with police… I needed no further proof that all this shit was illegal. It wasn’t too big of a problem. If they blocked the emergency number, I could also just call one of my friends and ask him to call the police. I opened my contact list and began browsing, trying to determine who still cared about me enough to give a shit… but before I made my decision, the app opened with another warning. “The classes had began. Please, put away your phone and focus on the lesson.” My phone got completely frozen and I couldn’t do anything with it. What they meant by ‘classes’? I held my breath for a moment and focused on listening. No one was in the hallway anymore. Were those freaks actually pretending that they take some classes? No… they were kind of forced to it. It had to be some messed up cult.
With my phone blocked, I couldn’t even check the time, so I had no idea how much time passed. What was probably a few minutes felt like hours, because I had nothing that could take away my attention. I could only struggle and beat by fist against the door… but I soon got so tired that I could only stand there and breath heavily through the mask. Eventually, after a lot of silence, I could hear two pairs of footsteps that sounded a bit different than all the ones before. They stopped right next to the locker I was stuck in and they inserted a key, before twisting it and opening the door.
At first, I was suddenly blinded, because I spent a lot of time in the locker. I couldn’t even rub my eyes with the mask in the way but I managed to focus my vision after a moment. Before me were two dolls. While their faces and bodies looked like all the other dolls, their clothes and hairstyles were a bit different. One of them was dressed like a typical secretary, with white blouse, tight, black skirt and glasses. The other one had a short, simple, sleeveless, white dress with several ‘+’ painted on it, making her look like some sort of a nurse. Instead of having their hair straight like the others, they had it tied in professional-looking, practical ponytails.
I took a single step outside of the locker and before I could do or say anything… the nurse took out a small taser out of her pocked at and jammed it against my abdomen. With a push of a button, she caused a shock that tensed all of my muscle and made me fall to my knees. They had no intentions to let me recover from it. Each of them grabbed me by the shoulder, forced me to stand up and began dragging me down the corridor, while the taser was still close to my body, ready to be used. “W-what are you…? Agh!” I tried to ask a question but an electric shock was the only answer they had for me.
The pain and panic were making my vision a bit blurry but I managed to see that the door in front of me had a sign that said ‘Nurse’s Office’. After getting inside, they shut and locked the door, to make sure that no one will interrupt them. Taking a short glance around the room, I could see that it also was styled to look like the room of a school nurse. Some posters with human anatomy were hanging on the walls, some cabinet with medicines was standing in the corner, a few strange medical devices were left here and there… but for some reason there also was a gynecology chair in the center of the room.
The nurse handed the taser to the secretary and showed her to stand back and focus on me. She obliged and kept a stance that was showing that she was ready to shock me, while the other one began taking off my clothes. Strangely, she didn’t stop on the school uniform but kept going, taking off the wig, pulling away the mask and even unzipping the skin-colored suit, leaving me completely naked. The nurse then pointed at the plastic-covered bed in the corner of the room and waited for me to lay down on top of it. At that point it was already obvious that any resistance would equal pain, so I obliged and laid on my back. It was clear that the nurse had a lot of practice in such things, as within a blink of an eye, she managed to grab by wrists and ankles and secure them to the corners of the bed.
Then, she grabbed a small trolley with some device on top of it and rolled it closer to the bed, before plugging the power-cord into some socket. The device was all white except for the screen and some red button. It kind of looked like a small fuel pump that could be seen at every gas station. She inserted some key into it, turned it and the screen showed ‘preheating’. I was a bit confused but then I noticed a small stamp saying ‘laser hair removal’… shit.
The nurse grabbed the plastic, gun-looking thing that was attached to the device, pressed it against my hairy leg and pressed a trigger, making the device beep and burn my skin. When I screamed in pain, the secretary gave me a quick shock with the taser, to give me a sign to shut up. With no other option, I clenched my teeth tightly and watched as the nurse focused and methodically burned the hair on my whole body. The process was painful and painfully slow, as she was sure to not miss any spot. From my current position, I could see a clock hanging on the wall and could tell that clearing the front of my body took over an hour. The two dolls then flipped me, to lay face-down, what was even worse, as my freshly burned skin was pressed against the rough, plastic bed-sheets. She really wanted to get all my hair our, including the hair on top of my head and my eyebrows.
After about three hours, the nurse finally put the laser away and freed me from the bed… only to lead me to the gynecology chair. She secured my legs to the stirrups and my arms to the armrests and gestured for the secretary doll to go somewhere. We were left alone for a moment and the nurse pulled out… a tattoo gun out of one of the drawers. She checked some files, before approaching me and starting to ink something on my pelvis. It was really bad… but at least she went for the spot that probably no one will ever see… unless I try to record porn videos again. I was already used to my skin being in pain, so I paid no mind to the needle poking my body. Once she was done, I looked down and saw the tattoo:
“Defect
#_ _ _”
D-did they just call me a ‘defect’? And there were so many before me? I wasn’t sure if I wanted to ask any questions.
Even though she was done with the tattoo, I was still left restrained. The nurse was filling out some papers and after a few minutes the secretary returned, carrying a small box. The other doll thanked her, opened it and took out… a tiny, metal chastity cage. It wasn’t really that big of a deal or at least it didn’t feel like it. A few months ago I bough a plastic cage for myself, to check how it felt… but it wasn’t really my size and I got bored of it after a few hours. This time however, I probably wasn’t going to have an option to take it out, when I get bored.
With a lot of force and a bit of lube, she one by one squeezed my dick and balls through the metal ring that appeared to be just barely big enough for me. She then lubed up the inside of the main part of the device and sandwiched my member between them. It wasn’t that bad but I felt a bit of pain as something entered my urethra. Actually, the whole cage felt as if it was exactly made to measure. She then locked it and double-checked if everything was in order.
The nurse put away the key to my chastity and once again handed the taser to the secretary, before untying me from the chair. She picked up my mask, wig and bodysuit and put then in the box with the other items that I brought. She grabbed it with one hand, while grabbing my shoulder with the other and leading me out of the room. The school corridor was now completely empty and most of the lights were turned off. The two dolls led me deeper into the building and it slowly started to look more rough and unfinished, reminding me that we are not in a real school but in some abandoned office. We entered some old elevator that needed a key to operate. The secretary put in some code and we began to slowly descend to the basement.
When the elevator’s door opened, they gave me the box with my stuff and pushed me outside, before closing the door and going back up. After a moment of nothing, I could hear some squeaking that echoed though the dark corridors and was approaching me. Two different dolls appeared before me after a few seconds and they looked… quite different and unfit for the school. Obviously, they had the same masks as everyone else but kept their hair straight. Other than that, they had a look of quite typical dominatrixes. Both of them were dressed the same. Instead of the skin-colored bodysuits, they had black, thick, latex catsuits. On top of those, they wore high boots with short heels and long, leather gloves. Most of that however was covered by their long, black, uniform-like, latex coats that were closed in front with countless buttons and tied with tight belts around the waist. They had the same height as all the other dolls… but they visibly had a bit more muscle.
One of them took the box out of my hands, while the other one grabbed my hand and began leading me down one of three corridors, it was marked ‘Discarded Dolls’. I was clearly in a lot of trouble. The air was damp and stale, the only lightning was old, dim and flickering and the floor was just some rough concrete. That place clearly wasn’t meant to be seen by an average member… or… was made exactly with intent of striking fear. When we reached the end of the corridor I was once again in some small, medical-looking room but this time it was way less welcoming. Many tubes, pills, syringes and wires were scattered on a table, along with a pile of rubber.
They showed me to stand in the middle of the room and began preparing me for something. First, they secured a bunch of electrodes around my whole body and secured them in place with some tape. Next, they forced some tubes into my butt and urethra. After untangling all the wires and tubes and moving them out of the way, they smeared my body with some lube and ordered me to put on a skin-colored, rubber catsuit. It had no zipper but the neck-hole was big enough to step inside. The suit also had some strange valves here and there and tight holes near the crotch, through which they pulled out the tubes that led inside me. Then, they forced a gag with a feeding tube into my mouth, two short tubes into my nose and put a pair of small earphones into my ears and secured everything in place with a rubber hood that only had a bunch of tiny holes near the eyes.
With that layer done, they opened the box that I brought to them and took out all the doll stuff. First, they tied the corset tightly around my waist and attached the small silicone breasts and hips. Then they made me step into the bodysuit and forced my face into that damn silicone mask that everyone was wearing. After attaching the wig, they helped me put on the dark-blue school uniform and tie the big, red bow on my chest.
Then, they led me to the next room. It was way smaller. There was only a big curtain covering another exit and a big but low table with wheels, on which was laid out… a rubbery rectangle. I was confused at first but then one of the dolls pulled open some hidden zipper on the side of the rectangle, opening it. Now I understood. It was a vacuum bed, a quite famous item in the fetish world. Those things were quite expensive and required a partner to use… so I never even thought that I will get a chance to use one of those… and now… I was practically ordered inside it. The bottom layer of the bed was pink, a bit thick and kind of sturdy but still soft, it looked kind of like a yoga mat but more firm. The top layer on the other hand was made out of thin, transparent latex.
It was probably my last chance to try to run away from all that madness… but there was no point. I had no chance. I tried to take a deep breath to calm down but the tubes in the nose were making it difficult and slow. I sat on the table, laid down and crawled between the two sheets of rubber. When I rested in the middle of it, the two dolls grabbed the tubes and wires coming out of my body and began one by one threading them through tiny holes in the bottom layer of the vacuum bed, before covering the holes with some thick paste to make them airtight. When everything was in place, they carefully adjusted the position of my body and clothes to lay perfectly symmetrically and in the center. After making sure that everything was in order, they zipped the two sheets together and sucked out all the air. Within seconds my range of movement got restricted to almost nothing, allowing me only to kind of wiggle my fingers. Just to test it, I tried to use ally my strength to twist my limbs and sit up… but it was futile as the foam of the bottom side was refusing to bend. I felt like a fly, who got stuck to a glue trap… or more accurately… like a doll inside her box.
The two dolls opened the curtain and rolled the table I laid on to the next room. Though, it was difficult to call it a room. It was so long that I couldn’t see the end of it and just wide enough for the table and two people. At first it appeared to be empty but after a few seconds I could see that there was something on the walls on both sides of the corridor. The vacuum bed was making it almost impossible to look side to side but with some determination I managed to bend my neck enough to catch a glance of what was there… and endless row of dolls encased in vacuum beds and hanging from the ceiling. Each of them was exactly the same and motionless. If one would take a picture of this place and show it to someone who has no idea about it, they would think that they are looking at a shelf in a toy store.
After about a minute we finally stopped. The two dolls lifted the vacuum bed with a bit of struggle and hanged it on two hooks that were attached to the ceiling. Then, they both disappeared behind me, probably to connect all the tubes and wires to something. On the opposite side of the corridor, in front of me, was hanging another doll, who looked like an exact copy of what I’ve become. She did look… perfect. Good body, calm face, pristine skin, frozen in place except for the chest that was slowly moving as she breathed in and out. I was just like her. A toy that was put away, because it didn’t want to play. The two dolls came back into view, waved me goodbye and left me completely alone… yet, among many other people.
Just a few seconds after they left, I could hear the earphones in my ears turn on. I kind of expected them to play some music or even white noise… but instead I was greeted by a feminine voice. It did sound prerecorded but it wasn’t artificial.
“We are sorry that you were not the right specimen and that you failed to reach perfection. Our project was created to find those, who are good but tired and unsatisfied by their current life. We give them a new chance, a new identity and a new purpose.
To find them, we use a program that determines their compatibility with our project by analyzing their interests, relationships, education and other factors of their life. The algorithm is not 100% accurate, yet. You are the second defect this month, bringing the overall accuracy down to 94.6%. Worry not, we have no intentions of doing you harm. Your mind will be kept in an eternal bliss until we find a way to make you perfect or at least useful.
You no longer exist to the outside world but we hope that your sacrifice will help us gather all stray sheep, help them find purpose and seek out the one among them that will become the role model for us all.
Thank you.
Goodbye.”
Once the message ended, I could only feel fear and panic. I was a lab rat, a failed experiment of some cult, with no chance of escaping that fate. I was about to cry but then… some sweet-smelling gas was forced into my lungs through the tubes in my nose. The basement was a bit cold but my body suddenly began warming up and my shriveled member began to grow and strain against the walls of the metal chastity cage. There was a moment of discomfort but after a few more seconds I no longer felt any pain, irritation or panic… I felt… happy… but without any reason. They were probably forcing me to take in some weird drug… but it was making me unable to care about it. Soon after that, the headphones turned back on but this time to play some calm music accompanied by whispered messages telling me that I was “A good girl.”
I had no way to tell time. Every now and then I received a series of light shocks all around my body. Sometimes some tasteless liquid was forced into my mouth through the gag. Sometimes warm, soapy water filled up the latex catsuit I wore, only to be quickly drained, to clean me a bit. The tube in my butt sometimes filled my insides with water and sometimes even vibrated. With so many distractions and with my mind in constant haze, I was not even able to think about anything. I was just existing… and enjoying it. I was just a toy that was put away, hoping to one day have some fun.
The End
