Ted's Dolls 40: Carson’s Harem

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.

Carson was introduced in Ted’s Dolls 35 and last appeared TD39.

“Lilian? Lilian?” Her mother called. She opened her daughter’s bedroom door.

Lilian was seated ramrod upright at her desk reading from her monitor. She had a notepad on her lap that she wrote on occasionally.

Her mother watched for at least five minutes before clearing her through.

Lilian continued working.

“Lilian,” she said more forcefully. “Lilian Margaret Murphy! Look at me this instant.”

Lilian turned in shock. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I’ve been standing her for fifteen minutes.”

“Sorry. I have to study. I have to do well in school.”

“Is that why you’ve been locked in your room since coming home. You only showed up to Christmas dinner for twenty minutes before disappearing into your room again.”

“I have to study. Certainly you want me to do well.”

“Dear, the semester is over. What are you studying anyway?”

“I took… I took an independent study for Winter break.”

“You’re acting like you took two of them.”

“Well, I took three actually.”

“What?”

“I have to do well in school. I can handle it. I’m almost done with the first one. And there’s still five more weeks till Spring. I should be able to get another study then too according to Dr. Tiddle. Although she hasn’t returned my DMs.”

“Are you out of your mind? It’s called Winter break because you are supposed to take a break. Relax. Unwind before the next semester where you throw yourself into the academic grindstone.”

“I have to study. How will I ever get my doctorate if I don’t develop good habits now.”

“You don’t have a bachelor’s degree yet. And your were valedictorian of your high school class. You have extremely excellent study habits already.”

“I have to do well in school. I…”

“Why are you repeating yourself?”

“I ha.. I’m not.”

“Samantha called to see if you’re going to the New Year’s Eve party with her. She said you never answer the phone or respond to texts or anything.”

“I’ve been busy. I have to study.”

“You were thick as thieves with her over Thanksgiving weekend. You probably spent more time with her than us. Are you okay?”

“I ha... am fine. Now, I was in the zone when you interrupted.”

“Well, it wouldn’t kill you to get up, stretch your legs. Maybe eat something. I have seen you eat any meal but dinner this week.”

“I eat. Can’t study without food. Fine. I need to use the bathroom any way.”

She walked past her mother who spotted her phone sitting on the desk. She tapped the face and saw there were a bunch of unanswered emails, texts, and voice mails.

* * *

Aimee lay on her bed lazily masturbating as she read posts on her phone. A text arrived.

Carson: «What are you wearing?»

It was Master!

Aimee: «I’m wet.»

Carson: «That’s not what I asked. Bad girl.»

Aimee: «I’m a very naughty girl.» She snapped a close up pic of her wet fingers and engorged clitoris.

Carson: «How did this happen?»

Aimee: «I was thinking about you. And then I touched myself.»

Carson: «And you were already naked.»

Aimee: «You said I couldn’t go to bed with anything more than lingerie. I’m wearing lace stockings and a matching bra. Is that okay?» She took another pic and sent it.

Carson: «That’s okay. Red and Green? The holidays ended a couple weeks ago.»

Aimee: «It’s all I have. Should I buy more lingerie?»

Carson: «It’s your job to please me. What do you think?»

Aimee: «I know what to do.»

Carson: «Why does it take so long for you to respond?» After waiting a couple minutes, he sent, «Are you typing one handed?»

Aimee: «Yes.»

Her masturbating could no longer be considered lazy.

Carson: «Stop.»

Aimee: «No, please.» She stopped.

Carson: «Did I say you could masturbate?»

Aimee: «No. Please let me cum. I’m thinking of you.»

Carson: «That’s not the deal, Aimee.»

Aimee: «Please. Gillian is getting suspicious that I’m faking it with her.» She pushed a third finger into her vagina. It didn’t help.

Carson: «I’ve allotted you one orgasm a day with Gillian. How often do you two fuck?»

Aimee: «At least three times a day.»

Carson: «We can solve this by bringing Gillian into the harem.»

Aimee: «That’s not fair. Bailey gets to have a boytoy. Why can’t I have a girltoy?»

Carson: «Bailey doesn’t fuck her toy three times a week. Let alone per day.»

Aimee: «Fuck. Gillian’s home early. Let me cum. I’m soaked. She won’t understand if she sees me like this and can’t get me off in under a minute.»

Carson: «Gillian can make you cum. Five minutes from now.»

Aimee: «Oh, god. Oh, god. Okay. Thank you, Master. Gotta go.»

Carson: «Call me tomorrow.»

Carson: «One last thing. Have you heard from Lilian?»

Carson: «Aimee?»

* * *

Fiona was at her mother’s house. She was bored. Carson had told her to avoid drawing attention herself, to avoid contacting him, and to avoid her friends. She wasn’t sure he understood how all of that would attract attention. But, he was the Master so who was she to gainsay him. She hoped someone would figure out something was wrong. He had never told her she had to prevent people from figuring it out: only that she couldn’t tell someone about his control.

She sent a text to Penelope.

FionAimee: «What going on?»

Penelope: «You aren’t supposed to contact Carson.»

Fiona: «I didn’t. I contacted you.

Fiona: «Although, I have no idea why you get spend Winter break with him but none of the rest of us do.»

Penelope: «You’re lucky. You don’t have to deal with his mother.»

Fiona: «Oh?»

Penelope: «If he wasn’t mind fucking us, I’d pity him for having grown up with her.»

Fiona: «That bad?»

Penelope: «Yes. Even if you could come here, if she decided not to like you, she would give Carson hell.»

Fiona: «I kind of wish I could show up, now.»

Penelope: «LOL»

Fiona: «Have you heard from Lilian?»

Penelope: «No. Carson is worried.»

Fiona: «She lives nowhere near me so I can’t help find her.»

* * *

Although she was part of Carson’s harem, he allowed Bailey to mess with Jason’s head. Jason was eating her out right now. He had been improving, she had to admit. But, she wasn’t allowed to cum. Even if she were, she could handle that better herself than Jason could. Denying Jason her orgasms was supposed to be how she wrapped him up tight. If she really couldn’t cum, it just wasn’t as fun.

“I’m tired, Bailey.”

“Just stop.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve been watching videos.” He went to the bathroom and washed his face. “I was sure that last video had explained what to do. Are you sure you don’t have problems with orgasms?”

“What?”

“I mean, like, a medical condition. It wouldn’t be your fault. Can’t blame an armless man for failing to play patty cake.”

“What a weird analogy.” She laughed. “I orgasm just fine, thank you.”

“Maybe if you showed me what to do, I would get you off.”

“I’m not going to demonstrate how to pleasure me. What kind of guy are you?”

“One who wants to see his girlfriend get off. Would it be better if I didn’t give a fuck about you feeling good?” He released a harsh breath of air in frustration. “I’m going for a walk.”

She didn’t get to think about that long.

Penelope: «Hey, Bailey. Master wants to know if you’ve heard from Lilian.»

Bailey: «No. I have my own problems.»

Penelope: «Jason?»

Bailey: «Yeah, he’s actually getting good at getting me off. But I can’t get off. It sucks. I’m sure you get to have sex with Master all the time.»

Penelope: «Yeah, it’s... sex.»

* * *

“Ted? There’s two women here to see you,” his mother called up the stairs.

Paris and Ted entered the living room to find Aimee and Gillian talking to Patricia.

“These lovely ladies are part of your clientele?” his mother said with a smile. She got up to leave. “Nice meeting you girls.”

Paris laughed.

Ted managed to blush only a bit. “Yes. What are you two doing here?”

“I think you know,” Gillian said.

“Did you give them the address?” He said to Paris.

“Moi? Yes.”

“I’m sure you don’t want us here. If you just turn Gillian into a doll, we can get out of your hair immediately.”

“Just Gillian?”

“Yes, just me. And so we don’t have to come back, have me change back on my own in a few days. My parents won’t miss me if I’m myself by Friday.”

“I should charge extra.”

“No holiday discount?”

“Christmas was a month ago. We’ll be back at school in two weeks. You couldn’t wait.”

“Aimee insisted. And as soon as she put the thought in my head, well, you know me.”

“Yes, fine. If you drove, it’s probably easier to do it in the car so you don’t have to wait for the transformation to finish before bending her into a sitting shape.”

“Okay. We’ll go out to the car.”

“I’ll be right there,” Ted said. After they exited, he said to Paris, “Someone’s been naughty.”

“I just gave them an address.”

“And made sure we were upstairs so Mom would answer the door.”

“Put the cuffs on me. I’m guilty.”

“I don’t need cuffs.”

“Fine. I’ll go upstairs and put on something fun to wear when you doll me.”

“I’m so easy.”

“You are.”

* * *

The door to the house opened. “Yes?” Said an older adult woman.

“Hi, are you Carson’s mother? I’m Aimee.”

His mother looked Aimee over and, by the sour look on her face, found her wanting.

“He’s not interested,” she said, starting to close the door.

“What? I’m his girlfriend.”

“Penelope is his girlfriend. I’ve never heard about anyone named Aimee. Penny is a dear, more beautiful than you, and doesn’t dress like a hooker. I’m not interested in any nonsensical relationship drama. Talk to Carson in February at the school. Good day.” The door slammed.

Aimee stood there for a hot second before pulling out her phone and texting Carson: «Get your ass out here. Your mother just slammed the door in my face.»

«You can’t talk to me like that.»

«Fuck I can’t. Now get out here before I start throwing rocks at your bedroom window.»

«Go home. That’s an order.»

«Not until you’ve told your mother I’m your girlfriend.»

«Go sit in your car and fuck yourself. You will orgasm a hundred times before you contact me again.»

She wanted to type another message. But, unlike the other commands he’d given her, she wanted to obey this one. She stormed back to her car and immediately put her hands in her pants.

* * *

Doll, which was usually named Gillian, sat next to Renter in the front seat of the car parked in front a rather large house. Doll was not aware Renter was masturbating without Doll. Doll was not aware Renter was angry. Renter said nothing to Doll. Doll didn’t hear Renter counting very slowly. Renter was up to eleven and it was getting dark. Doll held a sheet of paper that Doll had been reading top to bottom and then starting again at the top since Doll first got in the car.

* * *

“Is she still parked outside?” Penelope said.

“Not so loud,” Carson said, glancing out the window. “I don’t want Mother calling the police.”

“You need to stand up to your mother someday.”

“Perhaps. But someday is not today.”

“She really ignored your command?”

“She did. I suppose anger overrode the control.”

“You will need to make it up to her at some point. She’s going to rub herself raw if she’s been at it all this time.”

Red and blue lights flickered through the window from outside.

“Fuck.” Carson looked outside. A police cruiser was sitting behind Aimee’s car. Before he could think of something to do. A knock sounded on his bedroom door. “Fuck,” he whispered before saying, “Come in.”

“Where did you find that tramp?” His mother said as she entered. “Mrs. Rhodes next door called to ask if I knew about the car parked in front of her house two people had been sitting in all afternoon.”

“Did you call the cops on my friend?”

“Of course. If she isn’t doing anything wrong, they’ll just ask her to move along.”

Shouting could be heard from the street. And Aimee was being pulled from the car and handcuffed when he looked outside.

“Where are her pants? Why would you say she’s your friend? I knew I was right about her.”

“Get out of my way, mother.” Carson left his room.

“Don’t you dare go out there.”

“Get. Out. Of. My. Way. Mother.” He stormed out.

“Are you going to put up with this?” She said to Penelope.

“She’s my friend, too.”

His mother rolled her eyes and left the room.

Aimee was already in the back of the police car when Carson approached the officer. “Where is she going?”

“Headquarters. She’s under arrest.”

“Okay. I’m going to follow you there. Are you going to impound the car?”

“I was going to.”

“Please don’t. I’ll move it into the driveway.”

“See that you do.” The officer reached into his front pocket and tossed a set of keys to Carson. "If I come back and it’s still here, it’s getting towed.”

“Thanks, Officer…?”

“Brody. Are you sure you want to get mixed up in whatever’s up with her? I suspect she’s high.”

“I doubt that. Thanks, Officer Brody.”

Carson got in the car and looked at the doll sitting in the front seat. “Nice to meet you, Gillian.”

Doll wondered where Renter was.

Doll wondered where that paper was.

Doll did not answer.

* * *

Penelope opened up the texting app to a phone number not found in her contact list.

Penelope: «One of Carson’s harem was arrested.»

A few moments later, she received a reply, «And?»

Penelope: «He had commanded her not to stop masturbating until she had one hundred orgasms. She was doing it in her car right in front of Carson’s house.»

Mr. M: «Good work.»

Penelope: «Can I go home now?»

M: «Don’t you love Carson?»

Penelope: «You took that away. But left him in command of me.»

M: «That does sound like something I would do. Are you registering a complaint about your status?»

Penelope: «No. No. Not at all. I’m smiling.»

M: «Very good, Miss France. I’d hate to have to drive all the way out there to tune-up your slavish devotion to Mr. O’Neil. You fuck him any way he asks now, right?»

Penelope: «I didn’t complain, Mr. M. My smile will only get bigger when he returns with his other slut.»

M: «I’ll take you at your word. Eat Miss Lee out any time you are with her as that command she received was even too extreme for me.»

Penelope: «I’ll gladly do as you say.»

M: «Good. Keep me informed.»

Penelope: «Will do.»

She deleted the conversation from her phone without being reminded to.

* * *

A few hours later a crumbled piece of paper rolled into a sewer grating. There was a handwritten list of phrases scrawled on the paper:

“Read this from top to bottom. When you finish, read it again.

“Aside from this paper, Dolls are forbidden from reading words they see.

“For Dolls, written text does not exist.

“Dolls cannot see written words except when looking at this paper.

“Pretend to like Carson and get away from him as soon as you can.

“Call Ted and tell him Aimee, Bailey, Fiona, and others are being controlled by Carson.

“Tell Ted that written instructions can affect other Dolls and he must do something about it.

“Should any Doll see a written word other than the words on this paper, Doll will forget seeing it and the words will have no affect on Doll’s mind.

“Return to the top of this list and read it again.”