Ted's Dolls 43: Gillian 2

Ted's Dolls was meant to be an anthology series of doll transformations. But the continuity has become very important. Please read them in the suggested order as found in this gallery on deviantArt or as listed on my Patreon.

Aimee and Gillian have been head shaped mugs used to play beer pong in TD 15. Nothing that extreme now, just Aimee roping Gillian into the Carson intrigue.

Carson’s mother called Carson to down from his room. He zipped his pants and grabbed a sheet of paper from his printer before he went downstairs. “Yes, Mother?”

“Why is there a mannequin in that car in the driveway?”

“I’m not ditching the car.”

“I’m done with trying to argue that. What was that Aimee woman doing with a mannequin?”

“I don’t care. And I don’t care what you think. I’ve had enough of your smothering.”

“Don’t you talk back to me.”

“Or what?”

Her demeanor shifted from anger to caring. “Carson, I only want what’s best for you.”

Penelope was descending the stairs after rinsing her mouth out.

“You meant what’s best for you. No one is good enough for me. No one cares like you care.”

“Penelope hates you.” Mrs. O’Neil glanced at Penelope hiding on the staircase. Her face went white as a sheet from the glare. “How much is he paying you to be your girlfriend?”

“Are you out of your mind?” Carson said.

“Why else would she be okay with Aimee showing up here saying she’s your girlfriend. Did I interrupt some kind of threesome?”

“Yes, Mother. And I have four other girls I fuck all at the same time, too. Do you hear how insane you sound?”

Penelope was so glad she had no orders to support what he says automatically since she had participated in a couple of those orgies.

“You will not speak to me in that manner.”

“What are you saying? You want what’s best for me. Are you saying I shouldn’t be fucking six different women because I can? You’re right. I need more women.”

“Now, you’re just being vulgar. You may be pretty and rich. But, you aren’t rich enough for any woman to be forth and fifth fiddle for you.”

“There it is. Carson, you’re such a disappointment. Why can’t you be like Mrs. Allison’s boy, Pete? He’s a doctor.”

“You weren’t a disappointment until you came home with her.”

“Hey!” Penelope said.

“You are tolerable, at best.”

“Never speak to me again,” Carson said. “I’m going out. C’mon, Penelope.”

They got in Aimee’s car and drove away.

“I have to sit in the back?”

“I don’t have time to move the doll first. I need to get away from this house.”

He drove for fifteen minutes in silence before he said. “Come here and put this paper in the doll’s hands so she can read it.”

“Already working on that seventh woman.”

“Aimee gets me presents. What do you do?”

“You can be as pissed at your mother as you like. Don’t take it out on me.”

“You’re right. Sorry.”

Once Penelope had the doll ready, he said, “Gillian, I hope you can hear me. Read this paper over and over from top to bottom.”

* * *

Three days later, only a few days remained of Winter break. Ted and Paris were relaxing in the glow of a little afternoon delight. “Libby will be home soon,” she said.

“Eager to be a doll.”

“When I’m a doll, I don’t have to be Paris.”

“You heard that.”

“I did. And she’s right. Being Paris is a full time job.”

“Cute.”

“I like it best when she brushes my hair.”

“Does she know that?”

“Of course.”

His phone rang. Ted leaned over top of Paris to grab it.

“Hello,” Ted said. The caller was labeled unknown by his phone.

“Ted. It’s Gillian. Aimee’s in jail and it’s all Carson’s fault. He’s a monster.” He put the phone on speaker.

“Slower and louder, Gillian. Where are you?”

“At Carson’s house and he doesn’t know I’m calling on his phone. He’s brainwashed several woman who were your dolls. It has something to do with them reading stuff when they’re dolls. Now, he’s punished Aimee and she ended up in jail.”

“Why are you at his house?”

“Aimee wanted him to brainwash me. Or she didn’t. I can’t tell. But I’m supposed to pretend. Just come here. I’ll send the address.”

“Okay. Hang tight.”

She ended the call.

“She said Carson? I told you about Zoey going into his room at the end of the semester.”

“And I should have followed up on that apparently.”

“Carson must have discovered the thing about the dolls Tonya and Elliot discovered.”

They both got out of bed and got dressed.

“With everything involving Emily and Jane, that completely slipped my mind.

* * *

Mrs. O’Neil answered the doorbell. “Well, at least you wear fine clothes.”

“Excuse me?” Paris said.

“Are you here to fuck my son, too?”

Ted chose that moment to step onto the porch from around the corner of the garage. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t speak to my girlfriend in that manner. Is Carson here?”

“I had no idea. Yes, he’s here. In his room upstairs.”

“Would you tell him Ted would like a word with him?”

“Tell him yourself. He and I aren’t speaking at the moment.”

She stepped back to allow them entry.

They entered. Carson came down the stairs at that moment. Gillian bounded down the stairs after him

His mother spun on her heel with an audible, “Hmmpf,” and left the room.

“Ted? Paris? What a surprise,” Carson said.

“Ted, thank God you’re here,” Gillian said. She threw her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss.

Paris shook her head as Gillian looked at her and shrugged. They all sat down in the living room.

“I think you know why I’m here, Carson.”

“I can guess how you found out.”

“Not important.”

Gillian stuck her tongue out at Carson, who ignored her.

“I suppose not. Aimee wasn’t my fault.”

“No?”

“Well, partly. My mother got the police involved. I hate her.”

“That doesn’t give you the right to do what you did.”

“No. But, I was afraid.”

“Afraid?”

Carson left out no detail of his encounters with Mr. M.

As he was speaking with Ted and Paris, Penelope was still upstairs. She called a hidden number on her phone.

“Why are you calling me?” Mr. M said.

“Ted is here,” Penelope said.

“Now?”

“Yes. Carson is squealing like a stuck pig.”

“That won’t do. You are ordered to forget I exist. Delete your call records and text messages as soon as you hang up.”

“Okay.”

“Congratulations. You no longer have to fuck Carson.”

“Thank you.”

He hung up.

She didn’t.

“What other havoc did that Mr. M do?” Paris said.

“Did he do other things?” Carson said.

“He kidnapped Emily and Jane.”

“Seriously? I might really be in trouble.”

“I’m almost feeling sorry for you. How many women did you fuck up?”

“There are seven women, well perhaps only six, under my influence. But two of them were recruited by two of the other women, like Aimee did to Gillian.”

“Why did they do that?”

“I told them to please me and they got it in their heads they should bring more women into the…”

“Harem?”

Penelope finally came downstairs.

“I was going to say fold. Aimee, Lilian, Bailey, Fiona, Zoey, Penelope, and Gillian. Although, maybe not her.”

“No. Aimee saved me.”

“How?”

“Let’s hold off on that,” Ted said. “What do we do with you?”

“Police?” Gillian said.

“No, they wouldn’t understand. I’d have to get my people involved and they would probably do things to Carson that I’d rather not think about.”

“What?” Mrs. O’Neil said, entering the room. “He’s not going to any jail. You can just get out of my house.”

“Ma’am…”

“Don’t you Ma’am, me. I don’t care what you think he did. You are leav--…” She froze in place. Slowly, he skin became paler and shiny.

“You turned my mother into a doll?”

“Sorry, but she was getting loud.”

“No, no. Please let me give her something to read. You can turn me into a doll forever if you let me. She has been a shrew as long as I’ve been alive. She drove my father away. She said awful things about Penelope and Gillian. And even worse about Aimee. Just a few sentences about being considerate and deferential. Please?”

* * *

The older woman crumbled the piece of paper in her hand and threw it in the trash. She promptly forgot about it. She wasn’t sure what to do. She was standing in the kitchen unsure what to do now. Where was Carson?

Carson crossed out several lines of text from the paper in his hand. He had just been programmed like his victims had been. The remaining text on the paper he held said, “I must tell Mother what to do. Mother is incapable of initiating action. If I don’t tell her to do something and explain it in excruciating detail, she will die of thirst. I must keep her alive and busy. When I can move again, I must find her and help do all the tasks she usually does.”

He called out, “Mother.”

He was rushing down the stairs when he realized he couldn’t just call her. “Mother, shout out where you are located.”

“I’m in the kitchen.”

“Okay.”

“I’m in the kitchen.

“I’m in the kitchen.”

“Stop shouting, Mother.”

“Okay, Carson.”

She was standing by the trashcan, her arm poised over the opening as if she had just let something drop into it.

“Let’s make dinner, Mother.”

“Okay. I am hungry.”

She didn’t move from where she stood.

“Did you thaw any meat this morning?”

“Yes. Chicken, I think.”

“Get it out of the refrigerator.”

“Okay. But, I can’t reach it.”

“Walk over to the refrigerator.”

“Oh, of course. You’re so helpful, Carson.” She stood in front of the fridge.

“Open the door to the fridge.”

“Which one, dear?”

“The bigger one.”

She tilted her head from one side to the other, trying to decide how to do this.

“Take hold of the handle on the left and pull the door toward you.”

“Right, yes. Thanks, Carson.” She opened the door, pulling it all the way open as far as it would go.

“That’s far enough, Mother. Do you see the chicken in the fridge?”

She wasn’t looking in the fridge. “No.”

It was only then Carson noticed the letter magnets on the freezer door of the fridge. They read, “You wanted to control women. You’re welcome. Ted.”

* * *

It took a few phone calls to friends of his father to get Aimee out of jail and no charges against her filed. When they got into Ted’s car, he said, “Aimee. I know you want to reunite with Gillian right now. But, we need to fix your head first.”

“Just one more kiss.”

“One, no tongue.”

“Fine.”

They kissed. It was a plain kiss. It lasted a while.

“I’m going to change you now so we can deprogram you.”

“Thank God. Is Carson dead? Did you turn him into a dildo?”

“Oh, god, I’ll tell you what Ted did to Carson and his mother,” Gillian said. “That was beyond Hammurabi.”

“His punishment is in two parts. Part one, he’s experiencing now. He’s compelled to help his helpless mother. His mother will regain her wits once school starts. Part two, will take place at school. You took an awful risk of getting Gillian enslaved.”

“What else could I do? He wouldn’t let us fuck like rabbits.”

“Rabbits?”

“Fair,” Gillian said.

Aimee started transforming.

“No countdown?”

“I’m not in the mood,” he said. “We have to wait for school to start to deprogram Fiona and Bailey. And we haven’t heard back from Lilian at all.”

“What about that older woman?”

“Zoey is only in her late twenties.”

“Right, older.”

“I’ll see her this weekend.”

* * *

Doll lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. Doll was always staring at something. Not moving had that affect on its perceptions. Doll was waiting for Owner to make use of it. It was Doll’s purpose in existence and it loved that existence. When Doll was being used, the pleasure Doll felt was beyond that of any human woman’s pleasure.

Owner said this experience would be different. Doll wasn’t sure what that meant. But, it had to be good for Doll. Doll’s impatience did nothing, much as Doll didn’t do anything. Still, Doll felt it.

After a while, Owner was standing over Doll. He spread Doll’s legs and ran his fingers over Doll’s lower opening. It felt nice. Put it in, Owner, Doll thought. As Doll was about to repeat the thought a soft moan issued from Doll. Doll never spoke. Doll never moaned. Owner’s touch felt even better each time Doll moaned.

Doll was distracted by this new dimension to its pleasure. Doll missed it when Owner mounted Doll. As he entered Doll, Doll’s moan turned into a pleasured coo. Owner pushed himself in and out of Doll. With each stroke, Doll moaned.

Doll loved it. Doll felt like a real person because Doll moaned.

Doll said, “Yes,” as Owner’s stroke increased in speed. Soon, Doll was saying, “Yes,” “Just like that,” “More,” “Don’t stop,” and similar things between moans, coos, and “Ooohhhs.”

As Owner orgasmed, Doll release a cry of pleasure before blissing out.

Doll was staring at the ceiling. Time had passed. Doll wasn’t normally aware of time. But Doll noticed the streak of sunlight against the far wall had jumped forward.

More time passed before Owner picked up Doll and lay it on the bed differently. Owner was erect and he pushed into Doll’s mouth. Doll made different noises now: muffled moans, choking sounds, and humming noise. Doll felt its lips vibrating against Owner’s cock when it made these noises. Owner must be enjoying the added feeling. Doll was so happy it could please Owner even more than before.

Doll never felt so human. Doll always felt like Doll was just along for the ride when Owner used Doll. And as Doll, this was always good enough for Doll. Doll helped Owner. Doll pleased Owner. Doll was happy Owner was happy. And, of course, Doll might bliss.

But, this was different. Doll was doing something. Doll may not control it. But, Owner felt it. Doll was better Doll for these differences. Doll was so happy. Doll wished it could cry.

Owner orgasmed again and Doll continued to moan against Owner’s erection hoping to cause Owner to come again. He did. Doll was overwhelmed and blissed.

* * *

Paris bit her lip as an unexpected orgasm rocked her body. She had be a doll just moments before. She hadn’t been changed back and orgasmed in a while. When she could think clearly, she said, “Moans?”

“Did you enjoy it?” Ted said. “I loved it.”

“After the fiasco with Carson, you thought making your Dolls experience more pleasure was the right next step?”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Of course, I did. It was mind blowing to be able to react and feel like a participant in sex rather than a receptacle. Gods.”

“I made sure the words the doll says never referred to itself wanting or needing anything. And while I was a bit distracted just now, I don’t think the doll said anything that would imprint on you. Do you feel more like you need to be a doll more so than you usually do?”

“Slightly. But, I generally want to be a doll a lot compared to most people. And you’ve made the experience new again.”

“Yes. I knew you were a flawed test subject. But, knowing the flaws, we can still work with the data points,” Ted said, adopting a mock austere attitude. “And it was way better from my point of view, too.”

“You like having your Doll moan and groan for you?”

“I do.”

“Maybe you should have sex with a woman to see how it compares.”

“Zoey should be here in a day or two. Maybe she’d like to have sex.”

“I’m sure you can find someone to fuck sooner than that.” A loving passionate kiss followed. Soon, both of them we emitting soft moans and words of pleasure felt.

* * *

A few days later, Zoey arrived at the Ionescu family home. A man watched from a car. He sent a text from his phone.

“This woman entered entered the target’s home at 4:42 PM, Saturday.” The text was accompanied by a picture of Zoey. He then deleted the text and the original image file.