Voodoo Daughter

Cienna breathed in, taking in the air like her lungs had been empty, like she had been empty before just now. Or maybe it was the opposite. Maybe she had been so full of… of… Luke, yes that was it, Luke. She had been so full of Luke that even the act of breathing had been impossible. There had just been no room in her chest or in her mind to even contemplate the act so much as unconsciously.

“Fuck, thank god.” She heard Luke exclaim to her side. She could see he was messing frantically with a doll of some sort, pushing some cotton into the head. “Didn’t think it’d be that bad.”

“Luke, I… what?” Was all she managed. Her head still felt muffled.

Luke, for his part, took her ability to say more than just his name as a sign of his success. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”

But she did worry. If only faintly. Why was she here in what looked to be his bedroom? Had she come over to the DiAngelo household for something? Was it Luke? Luke, he was important.

She had to tell him that. “Luke, you’re important.”

“Of course I am. But what do you think about this?” He took a break from stuffing cotton into the doll’s head to write something on a slip of paper and push it inside as well.

Luke is the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, Cienna thought. And when she looked at him to verify that, her breath was stolen away for a second time. How had she never noticed how much of a hunk he was? He was the sexiest man, Luke. The sexiest man she had ever seen. Sexier than her husband, who had gotten a little bit of a beer belly over the years. Sexier than any actor she had lusted over. He was so young and sexy and sexy. Luke. Luke. Luke. Even his name was sexy.

“You’re… you’re…” she struggled to say, some latent restraint holding her back from detailing her thoughts to her friend’s son. It was so far out of line to say something like that to Joanne’s child, but her she was in his bedroom, on his bed with him, and the thrill was undeniable.

“I’m what?”

“The sexiest man I’ve ever seen.” The words came out at his prompting. He was important and she should treat him like that, answering his questions as he saw fit.

“I thought so.” His confidence was sexy. It wasn’t arrogance if he really was so sexy and important. “And now, what about this?” He wrote something new and put it in the doll.

Luke. Luke was doing something to her. Cienna wasn’t an idiot, and even with her diminished mental capacity she could tell there was some correlation between his writing, the doll, and her own self. This wasn’t normal. He was changing her.

And that was the hottest thing. She wanted to be changed. By Luke. She was Luke’s doll. His to play with and do whatever he wanted to. This was her secret, deepest darkest fetish. She wanted to have her thoughts molded by a sexy, important man. It was her dream. She was so weak and unable to resist. She was his. Luke’s. He was changing her thoughts right now and she was squirting, gushing out from her core onto the bed.

“Luuuuke~” She moaned his name. Her owner’s name. His only response was to move the doll’s arm to its pussy (or where its pussy would have been if it was more detailed). Cienna wasn’t too surprised when her arms followed suit of their own accord, or Luke’s accord, and started pleasuring herself even further.

He let go, but she didn’t stop jilling herself. She was practically in heat at this point. Cienna was so swept up in her lust that she almost didn’t hear his next words.

“Yeah that’s good enough for now I think. Mrs. Rivers, are you my doll? My obedient **** who would do anything I tell you to?”

“Yes, Luke! Yes!” She moaned her reply, howling out her pleasure and desire to be obedient in one singular cry.

Luke looked at her slyly. “Then how do you feel about making your daughter into my doll as well?”

Her daughter? The thought of that stopped her short. She was Luke’s doll of course, but her daughter was special, inviolate. She loved her dear Kim with everything she had. She wouldn't touch a hair on her head. She had to protect her daughter.

Cienna reached a hand weakly towards the doll. Luke just laughed and pushed her away however.

“I see. I think I added too much of your old cotton thoughts back, huh. A twenty-five to seventy-five mixture is too much free will.” He looked at her with a predatory gaze. “Let’s try this.” And she saw him remove a couple pieces of cotton and replace them with another strip of paper.

He was changing her again. How she thought. Her hand that had been reaching for him snaked back and started mauling her boobs, pinching her nipples. She was a good mother. She had to help her daughter. Her daughter needed to be changed.

Kim needed a husband. She was so independent and free-willed, and she had never found a boy because of that. But if she was a doll, she’d have **** but to settle down and give Cienna some grandchildren.

“Kim. Yours.” She panted out.

Luke laughed, a deep baritone both chilling and exciting her at once. “I’m glad you see things my way. Now why don’t you go get me some of Kim’s hair?”

Kim Rivers heard the front door opening. She looked up from the television to see her mother, clearly disheveled, walking stiffly into the living room.

“Hey, mom. What’s up?” she asked. Kim didn’t get an answer however. Her mom just stamped over to stand in front of her, blocking Kim’s view of the show she was watching.

Her mom was kind of acting weird.

“Hey, can you get out of the way?” she asked, trying her best not to sound too annoyed. Her mom was her mom after all, and there was only so much Kim could get away with even though she was an adult now and not the little kid that her mom always seemed to think she still was. She drove to community college every day for god’s sake. “Mom?”

Her Mom just looked at her. She seemed… slow? Like the gears in her mom’s head were turning at half speed. Her mom’s eyes were glazed over too, like she wasn’t focusing properly. Was she **** or something?

“Mom?” Kim asked again, but this time she did get a response.

“Luke.”

Huh? What did their neighbor have to do with this?

“Luke. I need to get your hair for Luke.”

Before Kim could fully contemplate the meaning of that bizarre turn of phrase, her mother had reached out and grabbed a fistful of her hair and proceeded to tug at it.

“Ow! Stop! Ow!” She protested, but her mom didn’t stop pulling. “Stop!”

“Need hair.” Her pulling intensified.

“Stop, mom, you’re hurting me.”

Her mom didn’t seem to care; she just kept pulling until suddenly she stopped. The rapid release of pressure on her scalp left Kim free to rub her aching head, and also to glare daggers at her mom. Her mom who didn’t waste a second apologizing for her actions and just turned around to leave just as quickly as she had come, but this time with a fistful of some small clumps of her daughter’s hair in hand.

“Mom?” she called out to the retreating figure.

“Luke. Luke.” Her mom answered, and while Kim wasn’t necessarily the brightest bulb on the block, she knew enough to say that her neighbor might have put her mom up to it or something. Maybe some kind of ****?

Well, there was one to find out. She got up and followed her mom outside. She did try to stop her mom, but Cienna just kept on plodding forward in that almost zombie walk kind of way where nothing seemed to stop her. Not Kim physically putting herself in the way and not her pleasing for her mom to cease her forward momentum.

So failing that, she just kept following to the open door of their neighbor’s house. Her mother paved the way forward up the stairs and into Luke’s room, as evidenced by the eponymous Luke sitting their in his chair and grinning a mad sort of fashion at the two woman who had graced him with their presence.

Kim confronted him immediately. “Hey, you! What are you doing to my mom?” She got up in his face and barked out her confusion at the whole situation.

“Oh, nothing,” he said, while simultaneously holding out his hand and Kim’s mom deposited her daughter’s hair.

“That’s not yours.” Kim made to knock it out of his hand, but before she could he attached it to what looked like some sort of female-shaped doll in his other hand.

“Oh, that doesn’t sound right to me. It is mine, isn’t it?”

Kim saw as he moved the doll’s head up and down, and she felt her own head mirror the movement.

“Happy to see you agree. Daughters should be obedient, right Cienna?”

Her mom nodded vigorously. “Yes! You’re such a good doll, Kimmie. Ooooh~” Her mom then dropped her pants and started masturbating, which bumped up the surreality of the situation a whole ‘nother notch. “For Luke. Luke.”

“Mom?” she asked, horror creeping in. “What’s he done to you, to me?”

“He’s made us his dolls,” her mom answered while pleasuring herself.

“I’m not his doll. You’ve got to fight this.” She walked forwards to attempt to punch him, but before she could she felt a sudden heavy pressure and she was suddenly on all fours on the wooden flooring. She could feel an invisible hand pushing down on her back, forcing her into the ground.

“Naughty girl. Don’t ever try to hit Luke.” Her mother scolded her like she was a child again, which only added to the strangeness of it all. “Luke, Luke, please punish my daughter.”

“And how should I do that?”

“Change her.” Her mother started salivating at the thought. Kim could see the drool falling to the floor in front of her in long ropy strands like her mother was a dog that couldn’t control its excitement. “Make her different. Make her yours.”

She didn’t want this. She struggled against the invisible ****.

“Change her, huh? If you say so.” Luke acted like he wasn’t the mastermind of this entire affair. Like this was all a joke to him. It made Kim struggle even harder. She couldn’t let this jerk win. She had to fight against this and free her mom.

Luke, still keeping one of his hands pressed down on the doll with Kim’s hair attached, used the other to write something on a piece of paper and then stuck that inside the doll’s head, taking out a few pieces of cotton in the process.

Stop, she wanted to say. But all that came out was “Luke”. She wanted to protest, but the thought was replaced as soon as it was formed with another. Luke.

“Oh fuck. That’s so hot,” her mom said. It was odd to hear her mother talking about sex, but the shock of it was somewhat diminished by both her already explicit sexual actions and the thought of Luke. But it wasn’t just Luke. It was also Luke’s. She was Luke’s. With an apostrophe.

“I’m Luke’s?” she asked, already knowing the answer. Because the answer was in her head. Taking up the space that some other thoughts had before. She was Luke’s.

And as he added another piece of paper, the picture became more complete. She was Luke’s doll. His toy. Luke’s doll. “I’m Luke’s doll.”

Her mother squealed at the admission, rushing over to hug her daughter. “You are. And so am I. Luke is a very important and sexy and powerful person after all. He can put thoughts into our heads and that’s so hot.” Was it? She didn’t know. Or at least, she didn’t know until Luke wrote some more and added to her head. And then she did know that her mother was one-hundred percent right. She couldn’t wait to get some new thoughts, though that was up to Luke and not some doll like her.