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Designed to Delight It is meant to appeal to those who delve into delectable deviance, A Doll's story outlines and addresses an adventure environment that allows for magical and demonic endeavors. This explicitly sexual book examines Domination and submissiveness within the context of a role play world. It can be purchased for kindle at Click here By Lez Lewis
A girl 21years of age opened her eyes to find herself standing and became aware she was alive. Looking around she finds herself a short dead end street bordered by three buildings. She tries to remember where she is and finds she has no memory of friends, family, or any history at all. She knows her name. The name she knew must be hers, Merr StahlRhune, only that name and nothing more. She could not remember how she got to where she was, or even where she had been before. There was nothing in her memory to recall anything. Fighting down a wave of panic, she tries examining herself and her surroundings. The narrow, shaded street is empty, cobble stoned and holds only three doors at street level, and several second storey barred windows for each door.
Feeling in her pockets, pouches and pack she finds a pair of thin daggers, a large heavy wooden and metal hammer, a wood handled tool with metal sharp hooks and a small bag of coins. Looking at the tools she sees that they show no signs of wear, and still appear to have been recently made as they are clean and have sheen to them. The daggers are matched with leaf shaped blades and a short
white bone handle too small to hold or cut. Looking at a coin she sees the head of a cruel looking man and on the other side a whip crossed by a sword. The coin is heavy, small and somewhat worn with its one time silvery luster imaginable, but not truly visible. Feeling the material of her clothes she finds herself dressed in a thin blouse, under a light leather jacket both of a brown-green shade, the same color as the sturdy pants and shoes that cover her below the waist. Under garments were there, and felt to be of a course material, but perhaps, if they were the same lack luster shade as the rest of her clothes, best left unseen. Then carefully spying out into the street, she sees across a larger road, what appears to be a park-like forest ahead with both unknown pods and fruit hanging from trees; no one seemed to be around except for some half-seen figures deeper into the forest. The street she is on seems clean but somehow shabby with the odd cobblestones missing here and there. While the light breeze does blow some old dead leaves around, there is a dank smell that rises, and what may be a blood stain on the ground suggests it may be useful to be extra careful around here. The buildings seem to be close together with many sharing a dividing wall, all of the buildings are one or two storey structures made of both brick and stone. The second storey houses all seem to have narrow barred and shuttered windows with steep shingled roofs, while the single storey units had only bare walls of whitish cement like material crossed and supported by stout timbers of darkened wood. Unlike the alley where she stood in, it appeared that where there was very little room between the walls, and was far too narrow for someone to even slide between; while at the same time it appeared to have wind blown trash and litter piled deep into the spaces between the houses. Feeling the first pangs of hunger she moves into the forest to gather some low-hanging fruit. The forest air is so clean and fresh, brimming with an aroma of trees and grasses growing in full season. After reaching a long pod hanging low in the branches, she first smells then tastes a small portion; only then does she realize that it would need preparation before it was
suitable to eat. Moving further into the forest to try to get some fruit, she sees that those half seen figures had started moving in her direction. Looking closer, she sees strange zombie like creatures moving in an almost robotic manner, each carrying a foot-long curved blade. In a panic, she notices they are running towards her, waving their blades in her direction! Jumping back, turning and running desperately, she soon finds herself dodging to evade the first of the five attackers slashing blades. In pain, with blood erupting from wounds to her arms and legs, she runs and stumbles away from the attackers. Throwing the food she is carrying at them then frantically lunging back toward the street, her evasions allows her to momentarily elude the attackers and reach the street. Seeing a man she shouts for help and runs toward him. Looking up, he raises both hands and a wave of heat that blasts past Merr, surrounding her attackers in an enormous ball of flame. Then after taking few or no visible precautions, walks over and quickly using his blade, kills the survivors. Glancing back, he gestures for Merr to come over to him, but seeing his leering grin and noticing him taking out a set of hand cuffs she turns to run in a different direction. Realizing for perhaps the first time, that there will be more than one type of monsters around, her sprint is in earnest now. As Mistress Copper strolls along, she finds for once that she is neither hunting nor is she worried, but only has the need to get some air to clear her head after a long night of lovely foods, intoxicating drink and the loving arms of those who adore her. As she moves down a street just past the Greenwich bank, she hears the unmistakable CUURMPH of a fireball going off. Looking round a corner she sees a young girl, in the distinctively clothing of a new arrival. This one looks like she has been to the wars; with numerous shallow wounds, but she is also a cute, busty, blonde and running as if her life depended on it. To one side she sees a local pimp and slaver, jogging after her. Stepping back to one side and taking a deep breath, preparing to at the very last possible second step out fully in front of the fleeing girl. Merr now running full out, confused, bloodied and scared, hearing the man call, again she looks back, not really seeing where she is going. In her mad headlong rush she
collides with an armored woman; strong hands and arms grab her, and then hold her tightly. Struggling to free herself and looking fearfully at her captor, she sees a red haired woman arms gazing intently at her. The woman looking at Merr then gestures and intones a single word. The pain from the wounds is gone; in surprise Merr looks at herself seeing her wounds close and heal. In shock and surprise Merr regards the woman holding her arms once more. She sees the woman’s calm, herself being examined by hard eyes and the forming of a slow inviting smile on the woman’s lips. Seeing the smile and relaxing a bit Merr is again startled when the armored woman moves so fast Merr hardly can see the whip that she feels wrapping firmly around her throat. Then after Merr starts to struggle against the insistent pull of the whip, the woman hisses “come with me to safety and supper or stay and be used.” Merr’s fright further eases as she pulls Merr into a quick jog as they flee down a street called Stockwell and then another called Nevada. The frantic rushing finally stops at the door of a large structure where the woman urges the Merr to follow into a dark doorway; and then gently whispers into Merr’s ear “come with me girl, you need to be trained, not abused and maimed by one such as he.” After the long rush down the street there is a doorway dim and low that is barred by a metal bound door that opens to the woman’s key; this door opening outward turns into a windowless hallway lit by flickering lamps. Passing several doors the woman leads Merr to the blank hallway end, here a concealed door opens to the word, gesture and a touch. Pushing Merr through the open door once again she uses a gesture and a word to evoke a dull thud of the door shutting and a lock falling into place. Then turning once more to Merr, she smiles gently saying “let me look at you girl.” Then after waiting a minute or so and walking around Merr the woman taps her toe and with a slight frown says “I want to look at all of you… NOW girl!”
Moving closer and glaring intensely into Merr’s eyes “You can’t even feed yourself, let alone look after yourself here, so you shall do what I say, when I say.” “Then maybe I’ll teach you to survive IF you’re worth my effort, but for now… strip.” Giving a small cruel laugh, and fingering her whip the woman speaks gently, “You’re in my home, you have no friends, or family, nor Mistress or Master, you don’t really have choices here girl.” “Remember this is London, life here is not for the squeamish, for both the beginnings and the ends of life and deaths are never far away.” Blushing, suddenly feeling very hot, seeing no options but to comply, in a nervous panic Merr unties and drops her pack and pouches then her jacket to the floor. Jumping with a start at the clatter from her pack, then avoiding those stabbing eyes Merr slowly removes her clothing. Finally with a quite whimper let the last of her clothing fall to the floor. Looking down at the pile of coarse brown-green clothes, she feels the gentle touch of a finger tip on her face. A fingertip that moves until a fingernail gently glides up the back of her neck and moves forward and slowly begins to slide down her jaw around her throat. Shivering, confused she started to ask anything, instead she finds herself staring speechlessly, looking into the eyes that draw her very soul in. Speaking softly, the tall red headed woman goes to a bowl on a side table where she selects a fruit, “You’re really quite good looking girl, a bit worse for wear with a few scratches, but yes! You are a beauty.” Then striding back to Merr she holds out the fruit to her and says “Take a bite girl, if you want to eat, you will eat by or from my hand.” Seeing the fruit in the outstretched hand causes her hunger pangs to return with a vengeance, and in that brief moment of need, Merr leans forward to bite into the apple, marveling at how tasty the fresh crunchy fruit was. Merr looking up, seeing satisfaction and something else in the eyes that are boring into her, quickly returns her gaze to the fruit not wanting to be trapped in her gaze again. Looking at
the apple she sees it being turned for her to have another bite, a bite she takes with both enjoyment but also as another escape from those piercing eyes. Slowly the realization dawns that perhaps she is not as free as when she started into the forest. The Mistress making sure that Merr has cleaned the apple completely tosses it back over her shoulder, then extending her middle finger to just under Merr’s chin lifts the chin before, looking into her eyes and brushing her lips over Merr’s kisses her briefly and gently. She barely felt or heard the snap of the chains as her wrists were manacled behind her. Naked, instinctively struggling, trying to pull back she is harshly restrained, an arm wraps around her waist then fingers trap her nipple. Gasping in shock she only managed to say “Please” before her mouth was once again covered by her captors. That kiss, not soft or gentle was an endless plunge into the unknown. Those first kisses long demanding, but slowly ending and then the coming of the whispered words. “I’m going to make you MINE” words spoken so softly but with such power there could be no denial. “I’m going to make you MINE, here and now.” “I’m going to make you MINE forever and make you MINE by the power of my own First Command.” Shuddering in fear, at the finality of those words with tears welling in her eyes, she barely even felt her breast being cupped in her captor’s hand. But the lips clamping over the lobe of her ear bring her to full attention. Her nipples begin to thicken and hardened as they are teased by the thumb of the cupping hand that begins to slide round and around teasing and stroking. That instant her earlobe was trapped between two canines and painfully nipped then released again to be gently sucked, and then licked. Feeling her legs begin to shake, wrists chained behind her back it somehow becomes
easier to lean into the woman’s unbreakable embrace. In this second of rising passion it somehow became easier to be held securely, than to struggle against such a formidable captor. For struggle she did not, rather
a slow low moan escapes her lips, as she let’s her self be swept up in the embrace. She barely hears the word and does not see the gesture but feels the hot rushing; bubbling sensations pass through, and over her body. A heated sensation of rushing blood moves up her inner thighs and spreads out and up to her breasts and throat. Merr’s flesh is now trembling in both anticipation and need; resistance to the woman’s actions fades. Pressing herself into the woman whimpering in confusion and desire, Merr surrenders herself utterly to both the woman and her own burning needs. It was then that the woman’s tongue started to trace around the outer edge of her ear, feeling her nipple trapped between two fingers Merr let her eyes close. Her body stopped responding to her own tiny efforts to pull back from what is happening to her, as she finds herself completely in her captor’s control. Unable and unwilling to pull back, flesh trembling with desire, Merr finds she can only thrust her hips into her captors. She inhaled sharply, as the tongue began to explore into her ear, and the grasping fingers tightened on her shale hard nipple. Gasping in shock, the tongue probing deeper and harder in and out of her ear, her arousal increasing as her nipple is squeezed painfully. In and out the woman’s tongue probes; the woman’s fingers torturing Merr’s nipple. The body and the mind of Merr are being taken, held, used and possessed by her captor. Whimpering in confusion, lost somewhere in between pain and pure pleasure, she moans softly. Her whimpers and moans serve only to goad her captor on; as the tongue thrusts even harder now in and out of her ear; her nipple now yanked and twisted mercilessly. But then the woman’s fingers ease the tortures, and her whole ear is covered by her Captors mouth just before a puff of her captor’s breath frees her ear.
Words are spoken. Softly but with such power they echo in the mind. The words come from her captor mouth just scant inches from her ear. “The first part of The First Command is to hear no evil of Your Mistress, MY house, your sisters and brothers, or yourself, for this is now forbidden to you.” Then with great demand the words “Do You Understand Girl?” “Tell me you understand NOW Girl.” The words came slowly, one word at a time, but they came. They came like this “Mistress,” “Your house,” “sisters and brothers,” “Say no to hearing evil” “Yes my Mistress… understood”. The Mistress holding the girls head firmly smiled at the girl, smiling with both her lips and eyes directly into her new found slave’s eyes. The Mistress letting her fingernail trail down her slaves belly, gently slides her lips over Merr’s cheek, to brush lightly over the lids of Merr’s eyes. The Mistress lets her fingernails tangle themselves in the pubic hair first, then twisting and tugging at those short curly hairs forcing Merr’s hips to jump and thrust in response. Now using her lips she teases the slave’s eye lids closed then blows softly on the closed eyes. While Merr’s eyes are being gentled the Mistress’s thumb starts to stroke just under Merr’s clit, teasing and stroking as her middle finger presses, parting lips, and then pressing again. Each and every movement in harmony with the others; the kiss of the eyelids, the stroking of the thumb all movement designed to capture and steal the slaves breathe and senses away. Merr mind struggling to gain back some control finds her body responding to the Mistress. Feeling herself become more and more aroused Merr begins losing even the desire to control herself, but instead feeling a newer stronger desires overtake her senses. Whimpering and moaning are
the sounds of her surrender to sensation. Losing control; as her hips try to thrust into those fingers then are stilled and controlled utterly by the one calling herself ‘Mistress’. The chained girl can’t help herself panting hard as her Mistresses fingers press inside her and that thumb slides under and over her clit. She can not but help to bite her lip, when her captor’s lips touch and kiss her eyelids deeply. She can not help but to moan while finger enters her and thumb rocks under her clit again and again; then the Words are spoken, and echo in her mind. “The second part of The First Command is to see no evil: Of your Mistress, My house, your sisters and brothers, or yourself, for this too in now forbidden to you.” Then comes a whisper, soft and demanding, in an echo of the demands of her loins and the heat of her passion, a whisper demanding “Do you understand girl?” This time Merr answers in gasps between the thrusts penetrating her. “No…. evil...shall…..be…… seen......Mistress?” From deep in the throat of the Mistress comes a raspy sigh, the lips grind into the slaves in a violent kiss. Leaving one hand capturing and using the slave, the other finds its own path behind the girl to press up, through the crack of the girl’s ass. Looking carefully, timing each movement into the slaves rapidly approaching climax, the Mistress’s fingers enters the girl from behind then with perfect cadence starts to rock first from the back deep up inside, then in part exit, while the middle fingers of her other hand thrust between the girl’s lower lips, moving in unison with the thumb that stroking the slaves clit. Now using her own lips the Mistress teases the slave’s lips and mouth closed; then with finality Mistress Copper draws her tongue from left to right over the slave’s lips
sealing them with her tongue. Looking at the girls closed eyes, hearing her erratic breathing, and letting the erotic aroma of the slave’s passion wash over her, both her hands rock the girl’s very core. Merr, eye closed, mouth sealed by her Mistress’s shuddering in passion feels nothing of will to resist, only the screaming demand of her own body to explode. Merr eyes still closed and unseeing, trying hard to not open the lips her Mistress had closed, barely hears the spoken words as her body explodes inside, again and again as the waves of pure pleasure crash in on Merr. The words pierce through her orgasm, spellbinding Merr completely. The Third part of the First Command is to speak no evil of your Mistress, My house, your sisters and brothers, or Yourself; for these three things are now forever forbidden to you. For now YOU are.....MINE! Howling out three words as her body explodes “Oh yes Mistress!” After uttering those fateful words, the Mistress watches with supreme satisfaction and unadulterated greed as the shuddering shaking slave comes in her arms. With a smile she lets the exhausted girl slide to the floor and lay gasping at her feet. Pressing her toe into Merr’s cheek the Mistress speaking softly asks “What do you call me now slave?” Merr’s only response is “Mistress!” Continuing the Mistress asks “And what are you MINE?” Panting in exhaustion the newly taken girl can only utter the words, “Your slave Mistress” “Yes you are MINE, but now I’m going to grant you a bit of safety.” Pulling Merr’s hair back to tilt her head The Mistress whispers “Open your mouth girl.” As Merr obeys a round piece of wood is pressed into her mouth and a strap secured at the back of her head.
The next thing Merr hears is her Mistress say “This is to prevent you from saying anything that might force me to punish you MINE.” “You’re my property, so my now taking the power of speech from you is done only to protect you from the one who you were.” Nodding to another girl “take this new one to an unused slave pen, clean her, relax her and after that make her rest, for tomorrow she will start to learn proper slave manners and ‘slave speak’.” Turning on her heel, and without so much as a backward glance, the statuesque woman leaves the room. Strong hands gently lift Merr to her feet, guiding her to a cloth draped doorway. The girl blonde dressed in brightly colored, nearly translucent clothes that seemed draped not fastened, smiles happily and whispers in a conspirator’s voice. “You pleased Mistress Copper today sister, and when she is pleased all in her house are happy.” “I can’t take your chains off but let me get you clean” Guiding Merr into a room tiled with both stone and colored glass, where there is a large and steamy bath set into the floor. Casually dropping her silks the girl leads Merr down steps into the water, taking her to a central bench where the warmth of the steamy water washes over Merr. Seeing the girl better now, Merr notices the copper collar around the girl’s throat, with fine silvery chains that lead to rings on nipples, and descend under the water. The slaves left nipple has a branding scar with the words “PROPERTY OF MISTRESS COPPER” that circle around the nipple. The collar has writing etched into the metal reading “Coppers Crap.” The girl moving out of sight behind Merr murmurs “let’s wash you now sister,” as strong hands spread fragrant soap over Merr’s shoulders.
Murmuring once more “Mistress Copper wants you tired out so you can rest sister, let me help you” abruptly the girls hands come up cupping Merr’s breasts as Merr feels the hard nipples of the girl press into her back. “Enjoy sister” comes a now throaty voice in her ear as one hand trails down over Merr’s belly then teases below. Merr, trying to speak, trying to beg to be left alone, can only mutter through the ball gagging her mouth, and try to pull away. The girl growls “I have been commanded by Mistress, I shall obey.” Then a word is spoken once more, Merr feels the heat of an uncontrollable passion rushing up through her. Again unable to escape, hands chained behind her back, gagged belted into place, hands exploring her body pushing her deeper into the passion which over comes all resistance. Merr’s body twitching and jerking at the tiniest movement of the Crap’s hands, rapidly responds with over powering arousal. As those hands tease or spread soap, Merr moans through the gag and thrusting her hips into the hands and fingers. Merr’s world explodes once more again and again at every touch and stroking of the fingers and hands. More violently than before Merr screaming though the gag comes and comes again, only after reaching exhaustion does she collapse into the girls arms. Barely seeing and not truly understanding, Merr is led from the bath to have her body and hair dried by a soft towel. Speaking slowly so Merr will understand the girl says flatly “I would have liked you without the spell, and then perhaps we could have shared.” Going on the girl also says, “That spell sister is a strong one, as you now know, and the more times a day you have it on you the stronger it gets.” Finally, leading Merr through another cloth draped door, the girl gently shoves Merr into a shoulder high metal cage and shuts and locks the door before turning and leaving. Her
last words were “sleep well sister for tomorrow will be a very busy day for you.” Then as casually as brushing back a stray bit of hair, the slave called Coppers Crap, utters a word and gestures. The word rushes over Merr’s mind and body overcoming all resistance, plunging Merr into blackness, until she cannot help but to slump to the floor of her pen, close her eyes and sleep.
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