Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 2

The second of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: Dolly.

The bimbofied star of an underground explicit movie ring, Dolly was created by an event in the past. When Yasmin Khan ran away from home, she never came back, and so when confronting Tzim-Sha, all of the Doctor's friends were killed without her help. Left amnesiac and comotose after the attack, The Doctor was found by a gang of lowlifes, who sold her off to a local human trafficking ring. Bounced from country to country and cock to cock, when the Doctor arrived in LA she was a barely recognisable ruin of a woman, but her pretty face made her useful, and so local crimelord Anya Azine had her surgically perfected into a mindless doll to star in her films. Years later, Yaz's bad decisions and unfortunate luck find her in LA and desperate for cash, leading to a first-meeting between the two time-travellers that goes very differently, to say the least...

-o-o-o-

“D… Doctor?” Yaz asked, clearing her throat and leaning to the side to peer at her friend. “What was that?”

“A psychic vision.” The Doctor mumbled, already hard at work scanning the cave with her sonic. “Just one that was a little… awkward.”

“Was it real?”

“It was us from another universe, yes.” The Doctor mumbled, “Ah, right, that makes sense.”

“What makes sense?” Yaz asked, standing up and moving around the vision.

“I told you that the crystals picked up on subconscious thoughts, using them as an anchor to show visions of universes tied to the people observing them.” The blonde said slowly, rubbing the back of her neck. “So that… vision, was… well it was my fault.”

“Your… you wanted to see us have sex?”

“No, not with you!” The Doctor gasped, “Wait, that didn’t come out right, argh!”

Yaz scowled and folded her arms over her chest, her embarrassment being overridden by outrage and indignance that The Doctor had sought out a vision of something so personal. “Explain, right now.”

“Look, I’ve never been a woman before.” The Doctor whined. “It’s been a while since I was… intimate, and this body is brand new. I’ve been curious about how sex will feel now I’m like this, and it seems like the crystals detected those thoughts and extrapolated them with whatever you have been thinking about to find a universe where you and I… are lovers.”

“Whatever I’ve been thinking about?” Yaz frowned.

“It may be so subtle you don’t even know you’ve thought it.” The Doctor said gently. “Maybe just a passing curiosity… maybe you just wanted us to be closer friends and it got tangled up with my… well, you know.”

“I was thinking I wish you’d open up more.” Yaz admitted. “You keep so many secrets.”

“See? That’ll be what it is. Your desire to know me better mixed with my desire to explore my sexuality makes an anchor point for a universe where we’re together.” The Doctor sighed heavily. “I’m so sorry, let’s get out of here and forget the whole thing.” She turned the Sonic on the pad and buzzed it.

Nothing happened.

“Doctor?”

“The crystals, the resonation from our vision is causing them to vibrate at an odd frequency.” The Doctor scowled. “It’s blocking the transmat pad from locking on and the safety settings won’t let us leave without a certain receiver point.”

“You’re saying we’re trapped?” Yaz groaned. “For how long?”

“The Mt Revelation visions usually last a few hours before the crystals fracture.”

“What do we do then?”

A girlish giggle interrupted the bickering pair of time travellers and both went pale, turning back towards where the vision had taken on a new image.

‘A world where Yasmin Khan left her family, left her city, left her country. Without her the Alien Tzim-Sha slaughtered his target and defeated those who opposed him. Ryan Sinclair, Graham O’Brien, Grace O’Brien, all were killed, and The Doctor who had prevailed against gods and armies, was left amnesiac and helpless for the vultures of humanity to find…and exploit.’

-o-o-o-

“Please Ms Azine, I need the money.” Yaz pleaded, wringing her hands as she stood in front of a tall, bald black woman. “I’m already working 9 to 5 and taking extra work where I can… it’s not enough.”

“And that’s my problem because?” Anya Azine sighed. “Listen kid, you’re lucky to be getting anything at all. I don’t need a PA, I keep you around for the convenience, so you’d best suck it up and stop whining before I fire your ass.”

“But…”

“Unless you want to get in front of the cameras, you don’t get a cent more outta me.” Azine snapped. “I don’t care about some runaway kid’s sob story. You do as you’re told, or you’re done.”

“Please… if I don’t get enough together for rent I’ll be put out onto the street.” Yaz sniffed, tears welling in her eyes. “I’ll work for it, whatever you need, even… even go on camera.”

Amine’s eyes sparkled cruelly, and she finally smiled. “Is that so?”

Yaz trembled. Azine had the power to keep her off the streets, and Yaz couldn’t live like that again. After she’d ran away from home as a kid, she’d done everything from stealing to smuggling just to stay sheltered and fed. Her journey had taken her far away from Sheffield, away from the UK to the states. She’d been in LA for about a month now, struggling to find any work, no matter how sleazy, and that had led her here.

Anya Azine ran a ring of strip clubs across California, and Yaz had managed to get a gig as a waitress at her primary club in the city. One too many outbursts at being groped or belittled had put her on the very precipice of firing, so she’d begged and pleaded and eventually been made Azine’s personal assistant. It was a demeaning job and it only paid whatever Azine was willing to toss her way, which had led to where she was now, crossing the one line she’d promised herself she wouldn’t just to keep herself off the streets.

“Anything, I just… I can’t go back on the streets again, I can’t.” Yaz gulped.

“Alright, consider yourself hired.” Azine purred, lacing her fingers with a predatory grin on her face. “My little Arab starlet… oh you’ll sell.”

“I’m… I’m Pakistani.” Yaz mumbled.

“Don’t give a shit.” Azine shrugged. “We’re about to film a scene in an hour or so, go downstairs to the set and tell my director you’re our new co-star. She’ll get you dolled up.”

“And… then?”

“And then you walk that big brown butt onto set and follow my star’s lead.” Azine growled. “You don’t make a fuss, you put on a good show, and maybe I’ll pay you enough to make rent, and feed yourself this week.”

“O… okay.”

-o-o-o-

Yaz shivered as she stepped onto the set, a tiny run-down room as bare as she was. She’d been stripped nude and made up like the whore she now was, wearing nothing but a skimpy blue bikini. She couldn’t see the cameras, but the lighting rig overhead made it quite clear that she was being watched.

“Um… is this it?” she asked.

“Yup, just stand there and do what comes naturally. Our viewers like to see newbies get broken in so don’t sweat about getting lost.” The director chuckled through the intercom.

“And… and my co-star?”

“Like, I’m the only star here, sweetie.” A high-pitched nasal voice said as a living blow-up doll sashayed through the door. “So you’d, like, better not try and upstage me.”

“And we’re rolling.” The Director said, and suddenly the lights came on, blinding Yaz who covered her eyes, squinting in stunned disbelief at the woman who’d just walked through the door.

She was a cartoon, barely human, with basketball breasts and meter-wide hips, and an ass too round and perky to be real. Her hair was a dazzling platinum blonde, her lips, nails and the bikini valiantly clinging to her titanic tits, were hot pink. Her face would have been beautiful by any metric just by itself, but it too had been blown up into a mockery of what a woman should be, with bee-stung lips and long fake lashes that fluttered seductively over glassy grey eyes.

“Like, I’m Dolly.” The bimbo doll simpered. “Dolly Desire, and you’re, like, such a cutie.”

“Oh… oh my god.” Yaz croaked as Dolly advanced on her, pressing up against her front and giggling. The blonde’s tits were hard as stone and barely let the poor woman get more than a foot towards Yaz before blocking her path.

“I loooove cute little brown bunnies!” Dolly giggled. “Oh Gawd, black pussy tastes, like, sooo fuckin’ yummy.”

“I’m… I’m Pakistani.” Yaz corrected her, backing up until she hit the wall, and found her face sandwiched by Dolly’s plastic udders. “Oh man… oh god… I don’t know about this.”

“We’re gonna have soooo much fun.” Dolly giggled, before forcing her head forwards and mashing her collagen-infested lips against Yaz’s mouth. The younger girl squeaked at the invasion of the blonde’s tongue and tried to push her off, but Dolly was deceptively strong, and barely seemed to notice her hands pressing up against her body.

“Mlah… gawd… you’re such a cutie.” Dolly moaned. “Let’s be bestest friends.”

“Ahn!” Yaz yelped as Dolly’s inch-long nails raked over her naked skin. “Wait… I don’t think I can do this… can we cut? Can I just… have a minute?”

“No way!” Dolly gasped. “The boys just arrived!”

Yaz squeaked as Dolly’s tongue snaked past her lips and slithered over her cheek. She opened her eyes and almost fainted from shock and terror. Four muscular black men had just stepped though the doorway and the click of a lock behind them made Yaz’s blood go cold.

Dolly turned and let out a delighted squeal, scampering over to her playmates and slobbering all over them. “Omigosh, I just love BBC… I can’t get enough of your yummy dicks!”

“Nice ta see you too doll.” One of the men grinned, smacking Dolly’s massive ass hard enough to send silicon-infused flesh rippling and jiggling like water. “Who’s ya friend?”

“Like, she’s super cute, ain’t she?” Dolly mewed, squatting down and eagerly twerking her ass even as she tugged two of the men’s cocks from their pants and began stuffing her face. “I wanna watch you break her cute little brain with your big black dicks…”

Yaz swallowed as the remaining two men advanced on her, pressing herself back against the wall and trembling in terror.

“Eep.”

-o-o-o-

“Ahn! Daddy… harder daddy!” Dolly was howling, tongue lolling from her bee-stung lips as she was double-teamed, two fat ebony cocks stretching her heavily-used holes out as she crouched on all fours above Yaz. “Omigosh… I wanna have your hot cum all inside my tummy!”

“Fuck… too big… to much.” Yaz whimpered beneath her, face smothered in Dolly’s tits, her pussy being rammed full of yet more cock. “My brain is melting.”

“Cum inside daddy!”

Dolly’s shrieks of need were cutting into Yaz’s ears, filling her mind as she was left broken and vulnerable by the relentless onslaught of cock. She didn’t know how long it had been now since she’d wandered into this set so innocent and unaware, but she knew she wasn’t going to leave the same person.

She grunted as her body was yanked out from underneath Dolly’s titanic tits, finally allowed to stare up at her fellow slut’s face. Dolly was in heaven, clearly, eyes rolled back and tongue stuck out as she was railed from behind. Yaz had a crazy impulse to reach up and kiss the blonde, and as both cocks plugging her pussy rammed to the root into her depths, she realised: ‘Like, why not?’

Dolly giggled as Yaz’s palms cupped her cheeks and yanked her head down into an upside-down kiss. Spit and sperm flowed between their mouths as they tongued one another, minds blank and bodies burning with lust.

It had just been too much for the poor runaway teenager from Sheffield. An hour of hard fucking had erased her hesitancy for becoming a whore, her memories, even her name, and now Yasmin Khan was just another drooling, giggling fucktoy in the dungeons of Anya Azine.

Dolly lay down on her back cheek-to-cheek with Yaz, cooing and masturbating frantically as the men stroked themselves off above their faces.

“Like, here it comes cutie!”

Yaz giggled as sperm rained down on her face, mind blank as Azine’s voice came through over the intercom.

“There’s my newest starlet people. Ladies and Gentlemen meet, hm, let’s call her Ditzy… book her in for an appointment on the slab asap, I want her and Dolly a matching set by our new year’s special!”

‘So Yasmin khan and the doctor became inseparable once again, in a very different life to most.’