The Gwendies "Educate" Alan

A cold sweat started to form on Alan's brow as the dolls prepared their equipment for their interrogation. He was at their mercy, unable to do anything but watch as the tiny female soldiers laughed at him. As the Cadets tested the tweezers and vibrators on his chest, a shiver ran down his spine.

The Major walked around Alan, getting a better view of the boy in their clutches. She clasped her hands behind her back and glared down at him coldly. The fixed squint of the doll's semi-articulate latex face and the icy intensity in her plastic eyes were even more unsettling this close.

"We'll stick to yes or no questions for now..." she said dryly, the other dolls giggling, "Nod if you understand." The Major waited a moment for the boy to comply. Without much recourse, Alan shakily nodded at his tiny plastic captor. "Good." The Major started to pace alongside him. "First question: Are you alone?"

Alan nodded slowly.

A subtle smirk crossed the doll's features. "Were you expecting anyone else to come by?"

Alan shook his head.

"Hm," Major Luger noted, "Will anyone come looking for you when you don't come home tonight?"

Alan's eyes widened with dread and disbelief. 'Don't come home...?' he thought. His hesitation was met with the Cadet Kinky on his shoulder aggressively yanking his ear.

"We asked ya a question, kiddo," she reprimanded. Alan grunted in pain, then shook his head gently. His parents were out of town, and Christy...well, clearly Christy wasn't coming by at this point...

The Major's smirk became a full, albeit thin smile at hearing Alan had no one to come running to his 'rescue' and blow their operation. "Good." She glanced down at him as she resumed her pace. "Are you aware of your situation?"

Alan's brow furrowed in confusion. What situation? That his seemingly innocuous choice of buying a new set of action figures to make a little extra money had led to this nightmare? That some error on his order resulted in these 72 defective warrior woman dolls getting here right as he was going to be alone for the weekend, and he almost immediately lost control of the situation, and now these 12-inch-tall toys had put him in this degrading and perilous position??

"...mph?" was all Alan could muster.

The Major chuckled at his muffled question. "Cadet," she called out coolly, resuming her pace beside the boy, "Educate."

The Cadet Kinky on his shoulder giggled and leaned down into his view. Her tiny, plastic head, latex face and perpetually fixed, bright pageant smile now filling his vision, the exaggerated 'beauty' details of the dolls very unnerving this close up.

"Allow me to explain," she said in her perky, Harley Quinn-like Brooklyn accent. The doll placed her palms on his tape-covered cheeks, her tiny hands cradling his face as she leaned in closer, her blade pressing a little harder against his skin. "You, kiddo, are a prisoner of war now," she cooed, her tone a mix of playful and condescending, enjoying the boy's wide, fearful eyes looking back at her. "Captured and being processed by the Gwendy Elite."

The other dolls echoed their line's catchphrase in unison, "Everything else is just a toy."

Cadet Kinky giggled and pinched his cheeks with her tiny, slender plastic fingers. "You're in the hands of the best of the best," she mused, her eyes shining with both mischief and arrogance as she toyed with him, "You'll be handled with care at first..."

Alan caught the sounds of other Gwendy Elite voices, a Nikki, a Cadet Kinky and a Rosa, giggling and murmuring between his legs, their hard, tiny plastic hands starting to casually and clinically handle his penis and testicles, as if appraising them. He inhaled sharply as two Cadet Kinky dolls wrote on his inner thighs with black markers, branding him with 'Property of the Gwendy Elite' and 'Cadets's pet project.' A Nikki doll took one of the tiny adjustable wrenches, wired into a battery pack strapped to her back to make it vibrate, and dragged it up and down the underside of his cock. A Cassie doll then lifted his testicles in her muscular plastic arms, so a Rosa doll could gently trace a thin paintbrush along his taint, wielding it like a staff. Alan shuddered and groaned involuntarily, shutting his eyes tight as the stimulation took him by surprise.

"But listen well, stud," the Cadet tapped on his cheek with the flat of her knife to regain his attention, "If ya ain't uncooperative?"

He gasped and tensed up as another Cadet jabbed him in the taint with the electrified tweezers. He groaned in pain, but he was all but muffled by the cushion and tape over his mouth. The Cadet giggled as she **** him to focus again. "Then we got a whole lotta tools at our disposal to ensure your compliance."

"And with that," the Major resumed, as Cadet Kinky returned to her mount on his shoulder, "We expect nothing but your full, undivided, absolute obedience."

Nikki Sparks giggled from his other shoulder, "We'll have you singin' in no time, sugar!"

The Major now took the Cadet's place, standing over the side of his face and filling his vision, hands on her hips expectantly, ice cold stare and victorious smirk on her lips. "Nod if you understand, cupcake."