You wake up... or... are you really awake?

The world has turned blue.

You blink and try to concentrate on what's going on around you, but it's very hard to do so. Your mind feels drowsy and fuzzy, and somehow there is not much for you to do anyway. You can move your eyes, but nothing else. Or maybe, you could move your arms, it just feels so... exhausting. There's a smooth, warm and stimulating feeling at your pussy, and you close your eyes again and give in to the sensation. A smile creeps on your face as you feel yourself close to orgasm, and you suddenly don't feel like moving or concentrating on anything else at all. You just relax and enjoy the pleasure.

You fall asleep.

You wake up again, and the world is still blue. Your skin feels... tight somehow. As if your whole body is covered in a thin layer of... something. It's hard to describe, but it does not feel too uncomfortable, you admit. In fact, it's quite a nice feeling. There's again this wonderful warm and arousing stimulation at your clit, and, now that you think about it, at your nipples as well. You giggle and give in, once again, to the overwhelming feeling of being stimulated. Somebody is taking good care of you. Everything is warm and cozy and comfortable, and all your sensitive spots are stimulated in the right way. It's just perfect.

You fall asleep.

You are not sure if you have woken up this time. The world is still blue, but the shade is darker. There's something on your face as well, a layer of cloth or thick cream or plastic foil or something. Your pussy is burning with desire, but the nice stimulation is gone. You want to ask for it to return... no, you want to scream and beg to be fucked, but you can't move a limb, you can't speak... you are not even sure if you are awake at all. Maybe this is just a dream. A nightmare of sorts. The urge to be fingered, licked or fucked is excruciating, but there's nothing you can do. You try to fall back asleep or... to wake up. But you have to endure the irritating feeling for quite a while until...

You wake up.

You stand inside a white room, and you have the most peculiar out of body experience. You are almost certain that you are inside a body, but somehow it isn't yours. It doesn't respond at all. It just stands there. You have a mind, and you have... nerves. You can feel your skin. Somehow. And you certainly feel your clit and your pussy and your nipples, all still burning with that itchy feeling of longing. Longing to be touched, kissed, groped - whatever. But that's all you can feel. And you are not able to do anything about it. Nothing seems to belong to your control. You can't move your eyelids, your lips, let alone your arms or your hands. You can't even really feel them, the way you used to feel them. You whole body is somehow... wrapped or packed inside something else.

Two men enter the room, walking straight towards you. The younger one stares at you, mouth open, clearly in awe.

"These dolls are just so perfect", he whispers.

Dolls? Are you a doll? You don't remember being a doll. But then... it does make sense. That's exactly how you feel. Lifeless, somehow. You certainly can't move. The older man laughs and claps the other on the back. "Yes, they do look perfect, that's what this is all about, no?" He grins, and approaches. "So... let me see... hm... so this one here get's a {if Xiang = true}****'s costume. Just a leather harness and a collar. {elseif Blanche = true}French maid's costume, apron and bonnet and all. {elseif Jana = true}slutty bimbo's costume. Short skirt and tiny bra. {else}maid's costume. {endif} You watch in disbelief, helpless to say or do anything, as they start dressing you. Dressing you the way they would, indeed, dress a doll. "... and a ball gag", adds the older man.

"Why a ball gag?", asks the other one surprised. "She's a doll. She can't speak."

"I have no idea. Sometimes the customers just like the look of it. You know, sometimes husbands buy back their former wives, after we turned them into this, and maybe that's their kind of sweet **** when the wife was talking too much in the past." He laughs and then pushes a red ball gag between your lips. You can't really feel the gag, but knowing that it's there makes you shiver. Also: Your pussy is still burning. Irrationally and against all your instincts, you wish the two men would fuck you.

"Can we... testfuck her?", the younger man asks suddenly, as if he read your mind. "She looks so hot!"

The other man shakes his head. "No, we can't, Ben. These dolls are property of their owner. You wouldn't want buying a fuck doll which has been used by the guys in the warehouse, would you?" He laughs again.

"But who would know?", the younger man sighs, his voice sounding aroused. And suddenly, you feel his right hand on your left tit. You want to gasp and moan and beg him to fuck you, but there's absolutely nothing you can do. You are trapped inside your body. Or the doll's body, or whatever this is.

"How does it feel?", the young man asks the older one. "To fuck one of those dolls, I mean." The other one shrugs: "I've been told, it feels real. Like a real pussy. You stick your dick inside, and you are inside a real women's pussy. Sort of. Makes sense, I guess, since they used a real woman to create this. Same is true for her ass and her mouth."

The hand on your tit is grabbing harder, you can feel the desire of the young man. "No one would know! Let's do this!"

"Oh, believe me, they know everything. Don't mess with them. They control everything in this warehouse, in this city, in this country. I will not go down that road."

Fuck me, you think! Oh please fuck me! Fuck me raw! Fuck my pussy! Please, I need your cock! Pleasepleasepleasefuckmeoooooh! You would whimper, if you could. You would beg and scream and drop to your knees. Anything to quench that burning, itching desire, burning through your mind. But you can't. You are a doll. You have to stand there and watch how the younger man finally lets go, sighing, and how you are then put into a cardbox. Like a doll. The world goes black. You are being carried and transported somewhere.