They pounce

You gasped as Anastasia, Drizella and Yzma leapt onto your chest, their combined 15 pounds pushing you off balance, and with your hands full, you fell onto your back. Maniacal laughter followed as the two in your hands attacked as well; the Evil Queen wrapping her legs around your wrist and restraining your hand while the Queen of Hearts broke your grip and hugged your forearm. You went into a panic, jostling from side to side as Anastasia and Drizella crawled up your pecs.

“Oh my, such strong muscles,” Anastasia flirted.

“Can we keep him mother, can we please??” Drizella asked.

At the mention of their mother, you looked around for the other dolls — Ursula sauntered up on your left and threw a length of cable right into the Evil Queen’s hand. On your right, Cruella did the same with the Queen of Hearts. Both Queens quickly secured your wrists and then dropped, joining Cruella and Ursula on the floor and pulled them taught, two dolls for each of your arms. They proved unexpectedly strong, you had to resist with all your might. Just as you thought they would give, your resolve gave out as Anastasia and Drizella pinched your nipples through your shirt, making you spasm and your tension released. The four lassoing dolls brought your arms down, leaving you defenseless. Now exposed, you see Anastasia and Drizella right up in your face, holding onto your collar for leverage like bull riders, their plastic faces bright with excitement and lust.

“We’re going to have so much fun with you!” Drizella promised, pinching your cheek,

Now you started to feel worried — these dolls might have you in their clutches if you don’t do something. Hoping some janitorial staff might still be here, you take a breath to call for help.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Yzma called. She deftly slid down your chest, two coils of thin rope on her arms and dragging a purple cloth behind. She slid right between the Tremaine sisters and stuffed the cloth into your mouth, silencing you. She cocked a half grin, planting a foot on the cloth and pointing one of her knife at you. “You had your chance to talk!”

You then felt your arms being pulled above your head, outstretched by the four dolls holding them with the lassos and forcing your wrists crossed. Seeing them go to work, Yzma slid each rope off her arms and tossed them to the Tremaine sisters. “You two,” she ordered, “Get his arms.”

The sisters cooed at the idea, crawling up your outstretched biceps and looping rope around them. You tried to renew your struggles, bucking your hips to knock the dolls over, but then you caught a glimpse at three figures now standing on the tea table, silhouetted by the light. It was Maleficent, Lady Tremaine and Mother Gothel, each one carrying a thick roll of gaff tape.

“Mmm!” You called out through your gag, but it was no use. You knew it was over when Maleficent, Lady Tremaine and Mother Gothel all leapt down on your waist and thighs, Yzma rushing to join them. You heard sinister chuckles, sadistic taunts and the rip of tape. Your legs were restrained in their bent position, then they ran strips of tape over your belly and thighs securing you to the floor, while the Evil Queen, Ursula, the Queen of Hearts and Cruella de Vil bound your wrists over your head with an electrical cord, securing the other end to the bottom of a work desk, and Anastasia and Drizella wound twine around your biceps and forearms over your head. Then, either as added insult or to keep you even more silent and helpless, they sealed the rag in your mouth with tape, and then you felt them tape a baton between your knees, forcing your legs apart. Before long, the dolls had you fully secured, bound and gagged on the floor.

Most of the villainesses climbed off you, sauntering triumphantly by both of your sides, admiring their handiwork or chuckling at your feeble wriggling. All except Maleficent, who walked from your waistline to your chest, smiling. “Well,” she said breathily, “What a charming twist of fate!” She prowled closer, looming over your worried expression. “We arrived here in bondage under your charge, and already we have taken you as our prisoner!”

A round of giggles waved across the dolls, causing you to indignantly and futilely pull at your restraints again. Seeing this, Gothel and Yzma closed in on you, Yzma tightening the knots on your wrists and Gothel grabbing your hair. “Quit squirming, hon,” she soothed insincerely, “It’s no use.”

“You were warned, young man,” Lady Tremaine chided through a thin, venomous smile. “You have only yourself to blame for this predicament.”

“Although you do look quite appetizing like this,” said Cruella from between your legs, dragging her small, plastic hands up and down your thighs. “All trussed up, and no place to go.”

You heard the Tremaine sisters giggle in agreement, only for the Red Queen to advance. “Enough,” she declared, “He said he knew the punishment for his disobedience, now he’ll face it. OFF WITH HIS HEAD!”

“MM?! MMM!!” You muffled through your gag, trying to shake your head, but Yzma and Gothel **** you still.

“Indeed, let us see what we can find for the task,” the Evil Queen added.

“Now, now,” said Maleficent with a raised hand. “Not just yet.”

The Red Queen turned sharply to Maleficent. “You said he had one chance!”

“One chance to serve willingly, now he is our captive,” Maleficent reasoned.

“It is true, we still know not where we are,” Lady Tremaine agreed.

“We shall keep him prisoner until we may ascertain our whereabouts and our next course of action,” Maleficent proposed. “Agreed?”

Lady Tremaine and Yzma nodded. Ursula, Gothel and Cruella shrugged, having enjoyed attacking you, now they seem just along for the ride. The Evil Queen, vindictive though she was, saw the logic and nodded. The Queen of Hearts stared daggers at you, then grunted in frustration.

“Hmf! Very well,” she conceded.

“Excellent,” Maleficent sung, stepping off your body. “Now then, let us equip ourselves and grow our forces.”

You furrowed your brow confusedly and craned your head up. Your plastic captors all turned and set about different tasks, save the Tremaines, assigned to keep you in check. While their mother stood on one of the chairs for the tea table, her daughters laid their heads on your chest and gazed at you.

“You look so adorable like this,” Drizella cooed. You muffled a protest into your gag.

“And you’re such a good listener!” Anastasia patted your cheek.

Lady Tremaine looked you up and down from her vantage point. “Hmm…perhaps we may yet find use for you after this — you could make an ample husband for one of my daughters.” The suggestion was met with enthusiastic gasps from the daughters.

You groaned and looked past them to watch the others: Yzma, Ursula and Mother Gothel were on the tool cart collecting scissors, screw drivers and nails. Your eyes widened at the sight of the tools, dreading what your plastic captors might do to you. Drizella saw this and stroked your cheek. “Aw, don’t be scared,” she comforted, “That’s just to make sure you behave.”

“But you’re going to be the best pet ever,” Anastasia added, “Aren’t you?” Hesitantly, you nod, making them smile and coo, both of them hugging the sides of your head. You peer through their plastic arms covering your eyes to see the other group of dolls to the left; Maleficent, the Evil Queen, Cruella and the Queen of Hearts. Your stomach sinks when you see where they are: opening up the second, third and fourth shipments of Villainess Dolls. You gasp through your nose, eliciting a smile from Lady Tremaine.

“Oh, yes, boy,” she purred. “We’ll be keeping you abundant company.”

“Mm…” you plead through the gag.

Maleficent recites all the various activation phrases, and you watch the others help tear the plastic open. Clones of your doll captors climbed out of their boxes, looking around, talking to the original set and finally looking over at you. Four Maleficents, four Evil Queens, four Queens of Hearts, four Mother Gothels, four Cruella de Vils, four Lady Tremaines, four Yzmas, four Ursalas and…oh, lord…EIGHT Tremaine daughters…

“Just think, honey,” you hear Gothel call, striding back towards you from the tool bench. “If only ten of us did this to you,” she smiled, pulling up a black strip of fabric. “Think of all the fun FORTY of us will have with you.” With that, she sticks the fabric over your eyes, you feel another doll secure it around the back of your head. Bound, gagged and blindfolded, the room beginning to fill with chatter and evil laughter, this was going to be a long weekend.