slavescotty: The Doll House, Part 3 - by croft Part 3 Two days ago… “Did you get eggs?&
slavescotty: The Doll House, Part 3 - by croft Part 3 Two days ago… “Did you get eggs?” It’s raining hard. It made it easy to sneak into the house without being seen. Two cars just arrived, both coming from different directions. One from grocery store, the other from a job. 6:30 pm, they’re just back from the grocery store. Begin stage 1. “No. I thought you didn’t want me to get eggs this time. I thought you wanted to go on the ‘egg-free diet’. I don’t see how not eating eggs will help you lose weight though.” Targets are identified. Targets are entering through the front door. “It’s not egg-free, it’s egg centric. I’m supposed to eat nothing but eggs for the next month. Now I have nothing to eat…” “I think you’ll find something in the 200 dollars worth of groceries here. Besides I really doubt eating nothing but eggs will help burn off that stubborn weight. How was work?” Preparing for capture. “It was…I don’t know. Did you ever feel like you needed a vacation? Just to get away from it all for a while. I swear every day there is just another grating period of wishing I could be anywhere else doing anything else. At least I’m done for the next…three days. Then it’s an extra long 20 days straight without a day off.” Anesthesia, check. Gags, check. Cuffs shackles and hoods, check. “Maybe we could take a vacation again in a couple of months. Do you have any time off coming up?” “You know I don’t have time off coming. Do you have any time off?” “No…I wish I did, you’re not the only person who needs a vacation from their job.” Commence capture. “Maybe next weekend we could- what the?!” Time froze. When you’re caught off guard like this, time always freezes. Two shiny black shapes darted out from the corners of the room and leapt like wild animals. The groceries fell to the floor, a carton of eggs cracking open and a jar of nutella spreading across a loveseat. The struggle lasted less than a minute, and was executed with brutal efficiency. The lights flickered and a lamp crashed to the floor shattering the bulb. Screams and struggling settled into groans and mumbling whines. Less than a minute was all it took. Two bundles laid on the floor, their faces enclosed with thick leather hoods pressing tight to their features, the strap outline of the gags lodged in their features. They were bound with straps and cuffs and shackles, hog-tied with a crisscross of rubber and steel making freedom impossible. Worst of all, they didn’t even get a look at who had done it. Standing above the squirming bodies were two ebon rubbery dolls with featureless faces and gleaming black bodies. Both male, both built like trucks running on steroids. They lifted the couple of struggling bodies up on their shoulders, and began hoisting them out into the rain. Targets acquired. …. With twenty seconds to spare the two dolls made it to their destination. While making their mad scramble to reach the goal indicated by the mysterious voice they accidentally knocked over a vase next to the bannister. “Punishment commencing for damage to the house proper. You may crawl the rest of the way.” Immediately the female doll collapsed over onto her hands and knees, intense nausea and pain breaking any concentration on the journey until she was forced to walk like a dog up the stairs. “Mmmmmph!” When she attempted to rise back to the towering heels to her feet the nausea and pain doubled and the lesson became abundantly clear. “Huhhm?” He tried to reach down to help her up so they could reach the goal, clearly now an open door just to the left of the top of the stairs. “Punishment commencing for helping your fellow Rubber Doll reach the goal. You will lose the use of your arms. Arm-binding melding of your suit commencing in 3…2…1…” “Hunnh? Mmmmph!” The male doll jerked and struggled to keep himself balanced when the rings adorning his limbs magnetized and pulled his arms harshly behind him. Suddenly he found his forearms linked from wrist to elbow. He struggled to break the connection, only to see the now fluid material of his rubber suit melding together and fusing his arms into a single column. “Punishments will end once the destination has been reached and you both dress for your first training session. You have 46 seconds left.” Both dolls realized their predicament and renewed their travel, one set of ballet heels barely keeping stable and behind a pair of hands and knees thumping up the stairs behind. “You have 24 seconds left.” Both dolls howled and groaned in their suits as a shocking wave of punishment came over them. They were mere feet from the door. “That was a warning. You have 20 seconds left.” It came down to the wire, but the pair of glossy figures finally scrambled across the doorframe just in time. Exhausted and tired they both slumped in their postures and then immediately jumped as the door behind them shut. “It is now time for you to get dressed.” www.furaffinity.net/view/22748… -- source link