Accessory

“Oh sweetie! Come downstairs!”

Oh, Stephanie was calling her. Jessica brushed her cheerleader uniform, the bright red front and golden lines around her breasts, and fluffed the matching pleated skirt as she ran downstairs. She felt a churning and twisting sensation coming from her back as she made her way down the stairs.

What was that feeling in her back? It was still moving in a circle right in the middle of where her spine was, but getting…slower?

She could hear something clicking behind her as she walked to reach the bottom of the stairwell where her Stepmother’s smiling face was waiting.

“There you are!” she admonished playfully.

The blonde cheerleader smiled at her adoringly as that strange noise behind her continued to click and then the twisting in her back came to a halt as she reached the second to last stair. Suddenly, her body froze in place, unable to move a muscle, change a single part, her eyes stuck open and her mouth still open in the innocent grin she had on her face. She fell forward with a thud, her arms still sticking out as one leg remained locked sticking up.

Stephanie groaned annoyed, “Teddy! My doll broke!”

The cheerleader couldn’t think, she couldn’t move, her face still sitting on the hardwood of her floors, her skirt stuck. Her father’s voice sighing annoyed, “I don’t have time for this, dear. If something doesn’t perform, dispose of it!”

The woman chuckled, “Of course!”

Jessica felt something being twisted in her back the other way now as she started to blink again as the turning stopped. Then hearing the clicking noise again as she heard the bubbly voice of Stephanie talking to her again.

“Okay. Get up.”

Jessica felt confused as there was a weight in her back, but managed to stand back up and look at the blonde woman in sunglasses as she waved to her to stand in front of her. The blonde cheerleader did as she was told, glancing in the mirror to her left. Her emerald eyes widening at the sight of the solid gold three-inch wide, two-foot long wind-up key spinning in her back. She turned back to Stephanie confused.

What was that...

“Mom-Steph, what…”

“Quiet.”

Her mouth shut closed as Stephanie continued to giggle and smile at her, “Attention! Ten-hut!”

Jessica found herself doing exactly as the woman said: arms at her sides, feet closed together, until the key began to slow in her back again. Remaining in an attentive pose, the woman continuing to smile at her.

“Smile.”

The blonde smiled, but it wasn’t good enough for the other as she commanded more from her.

“Bigger.”

Jessica grinned widely against her will as the key came to a stop in her back, suddenly frozen in place and in thought again. Her Stepmother walking behind her and thinking aloud to herself.

“Right, ten turns counter-clockwise for full reset. 1,” she cranked the wind-up key in the doll’s back.

“2,” another, “3, 4, 5…”

It continued going as Jessica remained frozen in place, completely helpless as the cranks continued to twist backward from behind. What would happen when she...

“6, 7, 8, 9,” one final crank and twist as Stephanie’s voice cheered, “10!”

Doll stared ahead, Emerald eyes now blank, but stuck with the same smile on it’s face as Madam Edwards shook her head at her. A look of faux-pity on her face.

“Oh, so close! You were ALMOST perfect, but not enough, oh well…”

The door opened and other people began to walk in and surround Doll as it stood still smiling whoever stood in front of it.

A raven-haired girl, a pretty girl, smiled at Doll seductively as other girls wearing Doll’s outfit began to giggle along with her.

“Oh my gosh. Look! It thinks it’s our Captain! How cute!”

The girl twisted Doll’s key and Doll sprang to life again, it only had one question to ask its new visitors.

“Are you my owner?”

All the girls began laughing at it as the raven-haired girl cackled, “Like anyone would want to own a fake thing like you!”

Doll felt and said nothing, only watching as it was told by the girl who motioned her hand towards her clothes, “Strip that off and give that back now.”

Doll obeyed, taking off its pretty clothes and giving them to the girl, hoping that she would tell it who her owner was. Girl then took out her phone, holding Doll’s former clothes in her arm.

“Now do a routine!”

It clapped its hands and began moving its naked body, arms shooting in the air from the hips, knees kicking up and finishing with two backflips and then two front flips back. Doll’s body now sweating as it looked to be praised.

Girls laughed at Doll even more as her key stopped turning again. Everyone in the hallway now laughed at doll as a large boy emerged with a bright pink dildo in hand, sunglasses over his eyes as he looked at his classmates.

“Here. Have a souvenir, Purebred!”

Doll felt him **** its mouth open, sticking the plastic object into its mouth and forcing it down its throat, leaving it there as they laughed more, it was unable to change or react.

Madam Edwards laughed as she returned holding a matching gold vibrating dildo for her wind-up key, “No, no, that won’t do without this!”

The blonde woman stuck the self-pumping and vibrating object into Doll’s vagina, locking it to her and having it sync up with her key. She felt the buzzing noise as it rattled down her legs, a squirting noise coming as it made her release upon it in her relaxed state.

Everyone laughed at Doll again, and the utter humiliation they were placing it through for their own enjoyment.

“Oh wow! It’s so stupid! Look! It actually likes it! What else should we do!” the raven-haired girl observed, wiping a tear from her eye.

“Make it run through the school like that!”

“No! Make it go from house-to-house until it breaks down!”

“It doesn’t matter! It’s busted anyway! Let’s just throw it in the garbage!”

Doll said nothing, thought nothing, could do nothing, but stare ahead at them.

“No,” another voice interrupted darkly from the gathered crowd.

A pasty-skinned teen grinned with evil delight as it dangled an object in front of Doll’s empty eyes, a butt-plug attached to a fake Tiger Tail. He adjusted his glasses.

“Let’s make it our little Mascot and sent it on its way.”

He didn’t bother lubing or putting anything on it, winding her key and telling It to bend over, its blonde hair falling over its face as its hands held open its ass. Doll fell over as the boy shoved it in its asshole and let its key stop, preventing it from moving.

They all laughed harder at doll as Madam Edwards sighed, “That’ll do it then.”

She twisted Doll’s key until letting it move again upon her command, “Get up.”

Doll stood up and back at attention, the dildo stuck in its mouth, the vibrating golden rod in its pussy, and the tiger tail plug in its ass. No remorse on any of their faces, only more taunts and names, and possible commands as Madam Edwards pointed toward the door.

“Your REAL owner is out there waiting for you. Get out of my sight, defective, miserable little thing.”

The raven-haired girl smiled in her face one last time, walking past Doll, “Puppet.”

The athlete grinning darkly as he moved his glasses, “Toy.”

The pasty nerd stood and slapped Doll in the face, but it felt nothing as he whispered in its ear, pulling roughly on her hair.

“You are Nothing, and will always be nothing. No one will ever love something like you.”

Doll turned and moved robotically with its arms and legs locked, waddle walking out the door. It could hear their laughs growing louder at its naked form and eventually disappearing into the blackness behind it, and in front of it. As it kept walking in the dark and empty void with a white floor, Doll felt the key slowing down again.

It allowed itself to fall on its knees and stop in front of a shadow, its empty Emerald eyes leaking and malfunctioning with tears as it fell forward again. Knowing only the embarrassment inflicted upon it and that Doll was broken, a failure, unwanted. Only one quest on its mind.

Where was Owner?

Who was Doll?

Doll felt a familiar presence over it. Lurking above it as a hand moved to crank her key again, but this time the hands pulled the key from her spine.

Doll then felt gentle hands, good hands, pull the tail from it ass, the vibrator from its leaking pussy, and the dildo from their throat as it looked down at its naked and abused form.

A warm voice, a kind voice spoke to it as they stood in front of her.

“There. You’ll be able to move again on your own.”

Doll blinked confused, but nodded at the comment, the young man’s voice speaking to Doll, comforting it.

“They won’t hurt you anymore, my love.”

My love?

Doll’s eyes felt life in them as it turned its head upward to look and ask the question again that it yearned to find an answer to.

“Are…are you my owner?”

“You belong to me, Jess, yes,” they said with a warm chuckle.

“Jess?” Doll asked confused.

“Your name. Your name is Jessica.”

Jessica blinked back to life as she glanced up to see her large wind up key held in front of her in her Owner’s hands. She became excited and smiled as the doll stood up to see her owner’s face.

Her smile grew as her eyes widened at the sight of his auburn-hair, that innocent smile, and those same brown-green of hazel eyes looking at her.

Owner! She knew Owner!

“Master! Master everyone was so mean to me!” she started to cry out at him, rubbing the smooth skin of her arms over her eyes.

“They made me forget everything! Then they took my outfit and called me mean names! And-And they said I was broken, and that-that nobody loved me!”

She sniffled as he comforted her, her Owner holding her key in his arm as he soothed her with a hand on her cheek.

“They won’t hurt you anymore, Jess. Never again.”

“P-Promise?” the doll whimpered and pouted at her Owner as he nodded to her with a tender gaze and innocent smile.

“Promise.”

Owner was good. Owner would protect Jessica, she thought with a growing smile on her face. She blushed looking down at her naked form and seeing the marks she had gotten from the house and the outside on her skin.

“M-Master…will-will you take care of Jessica?”

“Always.”

Jessica looked meekly at the young man, who she knew that would always play with her, even as a boy.

"Will...will you feed me?"

"Of course."

She smiled, blushing at the next one, "A-And dress me up? I-I want to have pretty outfits."

"Whatever you would like."

Her smile grew as she folded her arms in front of herself, "And-And clean me too! I-I need to be washed well, I have specific..."

"I'll do it, Jess," he reaffirmed.

She smiled happily again after letting out a delighted gasp and soft laugh, rolling on her toes. The doll looked at her key in her Master’s hands worriedly. Jessica looked at Master as she pointed to it, backing away from the golden object.

“Will, will that hurt me again?”

Her Master looked at the large key in his hands and began to squeeze down on it. Her emerald eyes watching as the large wind up key began to shrink and mold into whatever he desired it to be.

What it was meant to be.

A small and elegant golden key that fit in the palm of his hand as he moved her hair away from her neck and revealed the small keyhole in her collarbone.

“It was never meant to,” he revealed to her, as she felt him insert it into her chest and twist it to unlock.

There was a bright light and her eyes widened as she remembered again.

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“Your Majesty!”

The Queen turned, moving her cape and adjusting her crown as her advisor stood troubled in the room. Her Lady-in-Waiting, with her Raven-Hair and expensive red gown that her Queen had commissioned for her, standing in the doorway, “I must protest this meeting! He’s dangerous! He threatens everything and everyone! And he is not human!”

Her advisor’s words made Jessica scowl as she turned to her, dragging the expensive furs, silk, and gold of her cape along with her, “This isn’t up for debate! If he is here, bring him to me at once!”

She would not be denied this.

“Yes, My Queen!” her lady panicked as she left the large chamber.

The blonde walked away from the door, looking at the heat and the hearth of the stone fireplace in the center of the room, the expensive set pieces and intricate banners adorned by her father, and the intricately carved wood engraved into her large bedframe.

A new presence entered the room, a familiar one.

“She wasn’t happy to see me, y’know,” his voice stated of her lady-in-waiting.

The Queen smiled and giggled from his observation, her mood infinitely happier that he was here, “She’s afraid of you, and what you represent.”

Jessica turned to face her guest, seeing him standing there in his black and blue garb, showing he was someone who could be a shadow, a hunter, or all manner of potential. For once not looking as unassuming as the adorable look on his face.

“Make sure the door is locked,” she requested of him.

Her visitor doing so only in a moment and walking back over, diverting his view as she began to detach and disrobed the royal garments she word under her cape and cloak, waiting for him to return to her. Once he had done what she asked, Queen Edwards dropped all pretenses.

Her robe fell to the floor revealing the golden dancer’s bikini of a ****-girl, two curled and adorned pieces of gold on her chest latched to the hidden collar and emerald around her throat, and the small emerald patches of satin that covered the entrances between her legs and rear, locked to the golden belt on her waist and hips.

She ran to him, leaping into his arms and immediately kissing him passionately, feeling his hands roam up and down her body as he held her on his torso. She wanted him, the only one she ever wanted, and bore her shame as she had these many times before.

“I’m a fraud,” she confessed breathlessly, “Nothing but a fraud.”

His voice was warm and gentle, stroking the hair from her face as he looked into her Emerald eyes with his own hazel ones.

“You’re the Queen.”

She felt her body be lowered to the ground as she paced back and forth, crossing her arms, “But for how much longer? They’ll all discover my secret. And what will be worse then, Simon? A **** who is the Queen, or the Queen who is a ****?”

Her Simon walked behind her, his hand stroking her ass comfortingly as she fell back into the comforting and warm feeling of his body against hers.

“It doesn’t matter which you are, so long as you’re true to yourself, my love.”

A moan escaped her lips, along with the title she reserved for him, only him. The one child who had befriended the Princess, endured punishment and exile, only to return in her darkest hour when the curse was placed upon her.

“Master.”

It didn’t matter, it was no business of her subjects. She was their Queen, and she was His Queen, and His ****.

“They’ve been plotting against me, Master,” she revealed, “They circle me like vultures. I fear what will happen if...”

His mouth began to kiss down her ear lobes to her neck, and then her collarbone, “Do not concern yourself with them, now. They will be dealt with. Release yourself, Jessica. Give into me.”

“Yes…”

She smiled and felt the arousal and desire returning to her soul. She yearned for him endlessly, needed his mind, his guidance, his friendship, his love...

...his complete control.

Jessica, the Queen, the ****, dropped to the knees of her chambers and bowed to her Master, feeling unworthy of even gazing upon his feet.

“I am but their puppet, but you can make me more. You always could. You are capable of anything, Master! Show me! Show me the world that they have taken from me! From you!”

Her eyes looked up at his finally as she rose her ass into the air and kept her arms to the ground, hands extended as her breasts pressed the floor, “Your Queen desires it, Master! Teach me! And I’ll live only for you!”

Simon knelt to her and cupped her face under her chin with only a single finger, his eyes full of desire and hunger, “Very well, My Queen. Now. Come.”

She remained transfixed upon him, allowing only the single touch of his one finger guide her to the royal bed, the bed where she was once conceived by her father and mother, and had the **** crawl onto on all fours as he stripped his clothes.

“On your knees,” he commanded.

With a smile his Queen obeyed as she felt his eyes on her, only her, and she remained transfixed on his, only his.

“Remove your top, and offer yourself.”

The blonde revealed her breasts and let the golden top fall to the floor, her hands beginning to cup and squeeze the mounds of flesh on her chest in a hopeless intimidation of what her Master could provide them.

He remained staring at her, an aroused look on his face as he had an idea.

“Who’s breasts are those?” he asked.

Her body tremored and felt as if the sun was rising inside of her, its warmth becoming more powerful inside of her.

“Yours, Master,” she answered breathlessly.

He leaned forward and drew closer to her mouth, “And your lips?”

She bit down trying and failing to stop the moan that escaped out her mouth and against his own, “Yours, Master.”

Jessica felt her arousal increasing to the point her royal pussy ached to feel relief, her ass cheeks tightening as the felt his hand stroking the crack between them from the fabric, “And your ass?”

Again the same answer.

“Yours, Master.”

The moment his hand just stroked the front fabric of her ****-bikini, it unleashed upon him and soaked the poor satin along with his hand, “Yours, Master! It is only yours!”

She didn’t bother waiting to hear him ask, she had been about to burst at the tone of his voice alone. So possessive, so hungry, so utterly wanting of her, and her alone.

In love with her. With Real love. Real desire. He crawled over her, his cock looking to reclaim the Queen again as she tried to remove the last of her clothing.

“Leave it on,” he commanded.

The **** smiled and nodded in delight as she got on all fours, and presented her ass to her Master, pulling the fabric of her bottoms with her fingers off to the side and then spreading herself out.

“Just like our first night! Take me!” she begged to him, “Take me! Take the bed! Take the Castle! The Kingdom! The world! Everything! It’s all yours!”

He leaned forward and gave her the one response, the one tender response that mattered to her over all others. The one he would never let her forget, the one that she wanted to hear over all others.

“I love you.”

Yes.

Master.

She continued to writhe out and moan in pleasure, endless pleasure that only he could provide.

Only him.

"Master, I am your ****!" she cried out to him.

"Master! Simon!"

“Mmmm…Simon…” the blonde cheerleader smiled as she moaned at let her body continue to stretch and writhe as she felt her eyes flutter.

Jessica could feel herself getting wet all over again as she stirred, a wonderful sight greeting her as she opened her sleepy Emerald orbs.

She yawned cutely as she found the white babydoll still clothing her in the comfort of her Master’s bed. It must’ve been early, the alarm hadn’t gone off yet.

He was already awake though, and the sight of him brought the young genie to life as if announcing the sun was rising.

She got herself on her knees and all fours, smiling and greeting him brightly, “Master! Good morning, Master!”

Jessica was already feeling excited about what today had promised compared to the day before. Simon wanted to take her out for a date, but they would do more than just that.

But something was wrong…

Her ears heard the auburn haired boy panting rapidly in distress, her gaze saw him as he looked overwhelmed, covered in a combination of sweat and…

“Why does he have sand on him?”

“Master?” she reached out to him worriedly, then stopped to stare at her Master’s hand.

In addition to the sand on it, Simon was clutching a broken object in his hands. She remembered back to before she woke, and the last words he uttered.

His Wish.

The auburn haired young man’s eyes widened as Jessica began to recognize the object in question.

The broken half of a metal in the shape of a seal.