The Scientist and the Doll Pt. 02
As Amy came to, she found was tucked tightly into bed, and thought, for a moment, that she was safe at home and her horrible experience with Freddie and his machine was a nightmare.
She rubbed her eyes and sat up the looked down at her blankets and gasped. This wasn't her room. These new sheets were pink and girly, and the bed frame looked like cheap plastic. She jumped up and began looking around, frantically. Everything was pink and plastic. She quickly realized her nightmare was true and Freddie has made good on his promise to lock her up in a Barbie dream house!
That's when she noticed her new clothes. Like her room decor, it was frilly and pink, but also very short and skimpy, a pink top with hearts over her breasts, no bra, and a fluffy skirt that barely covered her bare ass.
She sucked in a breath to scream when suddenly the front of the house was opened up. "Good morning, Amy!" Freddie boomed. "Or more like, good afternoon. That shrinking really knocked you out good, didn't it? I can't wait to show you all the fun we're going to have today!"
"Freddie, you change me back right NOW," Amy demanded, stomping her tiny foot. "And give me my normal clothes!" She knew she sounded childish, but she was so furious she could spit.
"Don't you like your outfit, though?" He teased, gripping her tiny arm to hold her in place. "I sure like it. It makes your boobs look amazing," He said, squeezing them between his fingers before turning her around and lifting the skirt. "Gives me a cute view of your tiny, little bum." He gave it a light smack before dropping it, making her shriek. "But enough of that. I've waited too long for this next part." Freddie slowly started to unzip his pants. Amy shouted and tried to run but was quickly caught in his fist.
He pulled out his hard penis and held Amy against it, tightly. He thought about removing her clothes, but for now, the girly frills only made him more turned on. As she screamed in fear and indignation, he began to rub her up and down his shaft, first slowly, then quickly.
Freddy rolled his head back and groaned. To hold complete power over a living being, to choose what the dress, where they stand, how they pleasure him, no mater how much they didn't want to, was a feeling beyond compare.
Too quickly, he came, drenching his new toy in his seed. Amy squeezed her eyes shut and tried to turn her head, but she was covered in it. It felt so amazing he almost dropped Amy in his bliss, but quickly recovered.
"I'm sorry, doll, are you all dirty? Let's get you cleaned up."
He closed his fist around his tiny prize, making Amy shriek in fear, and carried her over to the kitchen. As he filled up the sink, he began the task of removing her cum stained clothes. "Don't worry, Amy," He said as he struggled to take off her pink clothes due to her fighting him. "Your closet is full of lovely things you can wear."
"No please!" She yelled, fighting him with tiny fists and kicks. "I can't swim, it's too much water, I'll drown!"
"You can't swim?" Freddie asked, incredulously. One look in his dolls terrified eyes confirmed it. "It's all right, dolly, I just want to clean you. I'll never let anything happen to you, all right?" Amy didn't look convinced, but she didn't have much of a choice. He gently held her over the water and dipper her legs in. She tensed immediately.
"It's alright, silly. I've got you." He carefully cleaned her this, dipping her in the water, always with a firm grip on her. She almost started to feel relaxed when a horrible thought came into his head.
Should he? No, it's too much. Then again, he didn't kidnap his neighbor and turn her into a doll to deny himself.
"Feel clean, little one?" Amy, eyes closed, nodded. "Then I think it's time for your swimming lesson." Amy's eyes flew open.
"No! No, please don't!" She screamed, but Freddie cruelly let her slip through his fingers. With a cry, she gave a small plop into the water and immediately began thrashing about. To her this sink felt like an Olympic sized pool, and she had zero coordination and nothing to hold onto.
Freddie laughed as he watched her flail her arms about, yelling for help. She was so helpless! Of course he wouldn't let her drown, and he knew he was being terribly mean to his precious doll, but seeing her so worked up was too good to pass up.
Just as Amy took a panicked breath in and her head sunk beneath the surface, Freddie fished her back out, laughing his head off. "Come here, little one," he said, still chuckling, as he began to wipe her off with a dish towel. "Let's get you nice and cozy." He wrapped the towel around her body to help her dry, and also rendered her immobile. She looked at him, astonished and furious. "Oh come on," he said. "I wouldn't have let you drown. How could I? My favorite toy? It's just so cute to see you so worked up." Amy just glared at him.
"You know, Mrs. Elanor was asking about you today." Amy tensed up at this. She was one of the elderly residents she visited weekly. "I told her I had no idea where you went, all the while you were sleeping in my room, locked up in your dream house. Isn't that funny?"
He took out a second towel and began to blot her hair dry. "Of course, people will start asking about you, so we'll have to come up with a plan, won't we? A Facebook post about a surprise trip to Peru or something. Your senior citizen friends sure will miss you though." He gently ran his finger over her cheek. "Maybe I'll dress you up like a little china doll and take you to visit them for a tea party. Old bats probably wouldn't even notice that you're alive-"
Amy sunk her teeth into Freddie's finger, tasting blood. "JESUS!" He shouted, yanking his hand back. He looked back at Amy, her face satisfied. So, the little goodie two shoes has some bite (literally) after all. That wouldn't do at all. Dolly's were sweet, and gentle. They could be scared and sensitive, but not bratty.
His face turned dark, and Amy's smile dropped. "You stupid bitch. Looks like we need to have a little talk." He stomped out of the room to grab a band aid and a roll of duct tape.
Amy was frantically trying to wiggle free from the towel, but Freddie quickly unwrapped her himself and held her down on the counter with one hand while he began to tear off pieces of duct tape. Soon, Amy found herself spread eagle and unable to move.
"Freddie, please-" He deftly tore off a small, fifth piece and pressed it over her mouth. She needed to listen now, not speak.
"Here's how this works, dolly. Or rather, how it should work. I give you a beautiful house, gourmet meals, pretty clothes to wear, books and toys, any entertainment you wish. And of course, pleasure." He began to gently stroke her opening, brazenly on display with her legs spread apart as they were. Amy moaned behind her gag and, despite herself, bucked her hips towards his teasing finger. "I will take what I want from from you and sometimes I'll do mean things to you like in the bathtub, but I will never damage you. I will give you so much in return. However." He removed his finger and Amy whined.
"As much as I adore you, your actions will have consequences, and I can't say I won't enjoy them. Oh, I don't mind the begging and pleading, it's really very sweet, but outright defiance will always be dealt with. And there truly are endless possibilities of what your punishments could be." He began to rub her pert breast, pinching her tiny nipples to make her gasp.
"Wrap you head to toe in duct tape. Hang you upside down from the ceiling. Put you in a shoe box and stow you away for a few hours, or even days. Seeing how many objects can fit in your holes." Freddie slid his finger down to her rib cage and began to slowly apply pressure. "Or maybe I could just keep pushing and put you out of your misery."
Amy's eyes filled with tears and Freddie tutted as he brushed them aside. "Let's hope it never comes to that, my sweet Amy." He reaches into his pocket and pulled out something long and white. Amy realized it was a q-tip, about half her size.
"Now, I'm going to give you a choice. One, you make me cum using your hands and tongue. Then, I'll make you orgasm, and it will be bed time for you. I have lots of work to do. Or two, we see how much of this q-tip I can fit inside of you." He placed the fuzzy end of the stick between her legs. Amy shook her head wildly, and Freddie removed the tape from her mouth.
"Don't put it in me. Please. I'll do whatever you want."
"Very good, dolly." Freddie ran the q-tip over her teasingly, making her giggle despite herself. "Do you like how that feels, Amy?" Amy shook her head but laughed as he began to run the stick lightly over her body. "I knew you were sentive, but ticklish too?"
"People let me go! I'll make you cum, I promise! Just stop-"
"Shhh. I'll stop. We can play this game later." He pulled the tape off her limbs, scooped her up, and went and sat in a dining room chair. With his free hand he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out. He set Amy on top of it.
"Go on, he coaxed her. "Try riding it like a pony." Amy sniffed and straddled his hardening cock.
"I hate you," she squeaked.
"I know. Now move it."
Amy was hesitant, but the look in Freddie's eyes told her to figure it out, quickly. She took his advice and began to move her hips back and forth, rocking herself like she was on a perverse rocking horse. Freddie moaned in approval, so she quickly began to use her hands to help stimulate him, rubbing him all over. She felt awkward, but all the movement seemed to satisfy her captor. After a few minutes, Freddie commanded her to use her tongue.
"But-"
"No buts." Amy's eyes filled with tears as she bent her head down to run her tongue along his length. She has never felt so degraded. "No, up here." He grabbed her and held both his cock and her body in one hand, her face just pressed against the head of his cock. "Lick here." Amy, wanting the experience to be over quickly, licked her tongue has hard as she could on his dripping head, and began to pump her hips as much as possible to try and get him off.
If worked, and after a few minutes Freddie have a shout of release. Amy was once again covered in cum.
Freddie held her up to eye level. "You're all messy, sweet girl." She didn't want another bath, after the disastorous last one, but instead Freddie brought her up to his mouth. She screamed, terribly afraid.
"Don't eat me!" She cried out, making the scientist laugh.
"Of course I won't eat you. It wouldn't do to ijust gobble up my little toy. I'm just doing to clean you a bit." Before she knew what was happening, he was running his tongue all over he body, covering her in saliva. She sputtered and squirmed, but he took his sweet tiny 'cleaning' each of her crevices. "Isn't that much better, dolly?" Amy felt even more disgusting than before.
"And I believe I promised you can orgasm, didn't I?" Amy shook her head. She didn't want anything from him. He laid her back in his palm, and nudged her legs apart with his fingers. He then brought his face down between her legs and began to lick and prod her tony opening. Any covered her eyes and cried with humiliation, but Freddie was relentless. He had never tasted anything like it. The intense pressure of it was too much for her, and she came intensely, moaning so loudly it made her flush with embarrassment.
Freddie began to shower her with kisses. "What a good girl you are! Did you enjoy that, dolly?"
"Please," Amy whispered. "Just let me go to bed. I don't want to play anymore." Freddie sighed, dramatically.
"All right, spoil sport, it is your bed time anyway. I have important updates to make on my machine, can't have someone as cute as you distracting me."
He carried her back to his room, but past the dollhouse. He instead went to an empty birdcage that hung by his bedside. She realized too late what it was for. She began to kick her legs in a half hearted attempt to get away.
"Not in a cage, please!"
"You didn't think you'd get away with that bite without punishment, did you?" He opened the door of the cage and dropped her in, quickly padlocking it behind her. She clung to the bars, looking up at him with sad eyes. There wasn't even a blanket to wrap herself in. He brought his face right to hers. "Don't give me that look. You did this to yourself. And you can use this time to reflect and remember what you are. My little pet. A cherished and loved pet, but a pet non the less." He smirked. "And hey, you look pretty cute in there. Maybe I'll keep you as my little birdie instead of a dolly. Come on, tell me what a birdie says?"
Amy glared at him, silent. Freddie gave the cage a little shove, and it began to rock wildly, knocking Amy on to the floor and making her stomach flip flop like she was on a roller coaster. He laughed and pushed harder, making her rock more. When he was done he grasped the dangling cage, stilling it. Amy remained on the floor of the cage, panting.
"What does a birdie say?"
"Tweet tweet," she choked out.
"See dolly?" Freddie grinned, reaching to turn out the light. "You're learning."
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