The Witch’s Dollhouse 3

Philip awoke quickly and out breath, feeling like he only escaped sleep by physically running from it, he slowly got out of bed and groggily took note of his surroundings.

He was no longer in the dungeon, as he had come to know it, but he was still in the manor back in one of the bedrooms on the second floor.

At this point he didn’t feel upset, just pissed off.

That was twice now this hell hole got the best of you! Came his judgemental thoughts.

He should have been more careful, faster perhaps and maybe he wouldn’t have been caught up in that trap, but regardless he couldn’t just sit and dwell on things he could have or should have done.

Dragging his tired body off of the warm sanctity of the bed he quickly scanned the room, resting his glare on the corner and the doll, petite with a single ginger braid, that stood there with its arm outstretched an a card in her hand.

He snatched the card away immediately and scanned its contents, just as before it mocked him on one side:

One more time and you’re here forever!

And on the inverse were his instructions:

Next to the attic among the spares.

As he turned to leave he caught a glimpse of the attending doll and thought something about it seemed off. Physically it looked like any of the dolls – bar the ones from the basement. Aside from their small but shapely proportions it shared the same faux flesh, the same lifeless, unseeing eyes and-

Ah that was it – this one was smiling.

Objectively there was nothing off-putting about the smile, it was simple and sweet, full of innocent intent like a loyal maid encouraging her master to face the day with healthy enthusiasm.

But to Phil, after all he’d been through, it felt as though a malicious imp was ridiculing him and his failed rebellion, as if it were expecting him to fail and was egging him onward to his demise simply so that he could hurry and get it over with.

In a moment of blind fury, Phil was dimly aware of a hollow impact on his knuckles and that the doll was now lying on its side with its head rolling steadily to the opposite corner of the room its loving smile still stretching its cute face.

The sight disturbed him, not because of the smile but because of the possibility that these dolls were once living people.

Did she feel that? Was she even aware of what was going on?

What did it matter though? In the end he was leaving and never coming back.

He left the room and stalked down the surprisingly, and unnervingly, empty corridors to where the attic was.

As he walked he reflected on his memories of his rape in the dungeon.

Despite his unresponsive and tired state he could recall almost every moment and minute sensation during that time with one factor leaving a great impact on him:

A day had definitely passed during his time in this mansion, perhaps two days if his first rape was equally as long.

Did his parents not think him staying at the mansion this long was suspicious? Or was there something stopping them from reaching him? If only he still had his phone.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Phil decided to get to his destination as quick as possible, hopefully this time the room wasn’t rigged to shut him in with whatever buxom beauty was willing to accost him this time.

Phil stopped before the two doors at the end of the mansion, the door on the right was indistinct and ordinary.

Originally this simple wooden frame had him spellbound, his heart quickened and his body flushed when he was near it and he felt urged to find what was inside it but now the spell was gone.

Because the dweller within the room was gone too.

Phil clutched at his chest when his thoughts lingered on the purple-eyed girl, the specter haunting the mansion that stirred an uncomfortable familiarity and passion in him.

Surely she couldn’t have been the witch that cursed the mansion all those years ago. But it was entirely possible she was related to the witch in some way wasn’t it?

Philip shook his head, aggressively beating down his thoughts and feelings to focus on the task at hand.

All that mattered was leaving, and then none of this bullshit would mean anything.

Phil turned to the iron door on the left, its appearance mirroring the basement door did little to allay his nerves.

Initially, this door was locked but now it swung open with as little ease as the basement’s door as if it too wished to urge him into a welcoming trap.

Concerned that this one would close behind him, Phil paused a moment and took to the attic next door where he acquired an assortment of boxes, filled with antiques and junk alike, that he piled in front of the neighboring door.

It was enough to keep the door from closing completely yet light enough that, in the case of an emergency, it could be kicked away to close the door and seal inside whatever demons pursued him.

Then, as if to draw in all the courage within his soul, Philip took a deep breath and stepped into the mystery room.

It was brightly lit, thanks to curtain-less windows set in the left wall, dominating the whole space from floorboards to rafters. Thanks to this, Phil was able to ascertain the contents of the room, though it took him a moment to comprehend exactly what he was looking at.

The entire room, with exception to the open space in its center acting as a path, was packed to the brim with stone statues of various women.

They were all depicted to be naked except for lacy underwear tightly fastened to their nether regions and each and every one of them wore an expression of extreme euphoria.

The effigial garden wore an atmosphere of life that the dolls seemed to lack, it wasn’t just a matter of their faces capturing a moment of believable rapture but rather their presence itself.

Just by standing in that room, Phil felt like a hundred eyes were watching him, or a moment of claustrophobic delirium pressing down on him, smothering him as if he was being embraced on all sides by countless beings.

In the silence of his gathering thoughts, Phil became aware of a muted humming in the room, it wasn’t coming from any one location, more like it was present everywhere he turned. Unable to pinpoint the location of the noise, he put up with the sepulchral buzz and continued to examine the room.

There were two doors in the room, one to his right — which was locked but was decorated in a rather flamboyant manner in contrast to the dingy conditions of what he assumed to be some kind of storage room. Its flowing purple and pink emblems were at odds with the rest of the estate’s cardinal red color palette.

The other door was straight ahead from where he came in from: it was simple in design if not a little more worn down and weathered by age compared to the rest of the mansion. With a gentle tap (little more than a ghost of contact on the dusty wood) the door swung open unconditionally and without resistance.

Unlike the room before it, there was no light source inside so Philip had to make do with what filtered through the door frame.

He stepped into the room, the floorboards complaining when they met his weight, taking care to remain as close to the door just in case.

Though it was hard to see in the absolute dark, he could make out piles of something gathered in the small room.

Stepping as close as he dared and reaching a reluctant hand towards the nearest “thing” and pulled out a doll.

He stumbled back towards the door frame, expecting the sleeping figure to rouse itself awake and pursue him as well.

When nothing happened he took a closer look, pulling the body closer into the light.

It shared the same physical properties as the other dolls but this one had no arms attached to it, furthermore its hair, long enough to reach down to her thighs, was whiter than freshly fallen snow, as were her eyes.

The doll didn’t show any signs of life at all, even when the dolls were on standby they had a presence to them but this one felt…well…empty.

It wasn’t just her either, from the pile were several other dolls, with the same hair and eyes, some missing limbs and some without any limbs at all. There were even a few heads without bodies, stray arms without an owner and torsos that were basically glorified onaholes.

Determining the room to be some kind of storage for spare or unused doll parts Phil returned to his search for the key.

Though the edges of the room were piled high with discarded body parts the center remained a clear zone where only dust littered the floor. At the end of this clear zone, at the edge of the light peeking in through the door frame was a complete doll sitting on the border of light and shadow, her silver hair was notably longer and spread out into the gloom where it was swallowed up by the displaced spares. It lay down on the ground, eyes closed in peaceful rest with its hands positioned on its raised buttocks, spreading its gaping ass-hole

And predictable, the key was inserted into its anus with only the bow surfacing from its womanly sheath.

Mastering the art of sighing and cursing simultaneously Phil stepped up to the doll and, hooking his fingers around the key, heaved it out.

He remarked on how difficult it was to free the key, as if the ass-hole it was lodged in was trying to suck it in deeper, every time he pulled, the dirty entrance would pulse and tighten, embracing the key deeper into itself.

After a great deal of effort however it eventually came loose with an audible squelching sound and covered in sweet smelling liquids that Phil didn’t want to question. After his previous two experiences, Phil learned his lesson and decided to make a quick exit before anything could prevent his escape

Or so was the plan.

A grip as unyielding as death clasped at his ankle and the young man instinctively turned back to face the young doll, its white eyes now illuminated by a slowly expanding violet haze, staring up at him with with a blank stare.

“Get off of me, I don’t have time for this!” he protested.

Phil began dancing and shuffling, trying to shake loose the silent straggler clinging to him but the girl – no, the thing – refused to relinquish its grip on him.

Without even a breath the empty effigy wrapped its arms around his thigh, the intertwined limbs resting dangerously close to his exposed balls. The extra weight made it difficult to shake it off, even more so when the creature began clawing at his torso and grinding its body against his leg, humping it like a dog in heat.

He could feel it claw at his skin and digging its fingers into his ass cheeks, its malleable lumps enveloping his knee and a smooth wet slit slipping up and down up ankle.

Phil quickly lost his balance and, with a yelp, fell on his back, the empty doll now on top, still clawing at him.

Clutching the key tightly in his hand Phil started to shuffle backwards, away from his attacker, but the thing immediately grabbed his ankle and pulled him back towards it, crawling over him until it was on top of him, its hips still mindlessly grinding against his body.

With her eyes mercilessly locked onto his, the doll darted forward for a kiss, aiming for the lips but scoring a cheek when Phil reflexively turned his head. But she wasn’t so easily dissuaded and began a relentless cat-and-mouse chase, peppering his forehead, neck, cheeks, nose and ears in kisses and licks as she playfully pursued Phil’s lips. All the while her pussy began sliding along the length of his shaft, trapping it in the crease of her vulva and painting it in her slutty nectar.

The stimulus was enough to make him cry out but he endured to avoid giving it the opening. He began flailing his limbs like a trapped spider to get out from under her but she secured each of his limbs and pressed herself against him, the feeling of her full weight pressing down on him as she continued to grind against his penis was too much.

Eventually she succeeded in latching onto her prey’s lips, running her tongue across them and nibbling on his lower lip until he cried out, waiting patiently to seize and dominate his mouth.

As he lay there, Phil could hear movement from around them and out the corner of his eye, noticed shadows shifting among the piles of spares.

Emerging from the heap like a reanimated corpse from its grave, the incomplete dolls, drawn to the presence of a man, began to shuffle towards the restrained intruder, predatory gazes locked onto his idle frame.

Panic truly set in as he saw the reinforcements approach, knowing full well that it was truly over once they descended upon him. He wriggled and writhed in the grip of the one holding him down but she refused to budge, she didn’t even break off their kiss no matter how much he bucked. Her lower mouth too had refused to part with his penis and instead rose to suffocate his glands, positioning them in the entrance of her pussy, the feeling grew more torturous.

One wrong move could insert the whole thing into her depths and then he would truly be a prisoner of her body, bound in her embrace while the other dolls piled on top and pulled him into depravity.

Phil tried on more attempt at escape: he shifted his weight to the left as if to try and shuffle out from under her and predictably, the doll, in a single moment, shifted her weight to adapt.

Phil seized the advantage while he had it and immediately poured all his strength into his right side, twisting the two of them until they rolled over and Phil was now on top.

In surprise, the doll’s grip loosened and Phil freed one of his hands, using it to strike the doll in the face and knocking it away from him.

Now free of the succubus’s snare, Phil backed up to the door, risking a look back at the approaching dolls.

They shuffled after him in broken forms. Some were missing limbs and barely standing, some weren’t standing at all and had to crawl, he spotted one without a jaw, her tongue hanging limply and saliva flooding down and streaming onto her body.

Disgusted by the sight, he shut the door and ran, kicking the boxes away from the second door and slamming it shut.

Reaffirming that the key was safe in his hand, Phil let off a sigh of relief, he was almost there, he could practically feel the fresh air on his skin again.

I’m not out of the woods yet though.

Knowing the dangers the mansion still held he cautiously stepped into the corridor.

BANG

A thunderous noise caused Phil to stumble, he looked back and saw the iron door shudder in its frame as another bang sounded out.

He immediately turned and ran, hearing the thudding grow in frequency until a clamorous clatter indicated that the door had been broken down.

Whatever was pursuing him had just gotten out.

He sprinted down the corridor and came to the stairs of the main hall in no time at all, taking the steps two at a time and jumping the last four or five.

Dashing to the door he fumbled, in his rush, to stick the key in the lock, managing in the end and swinging the doors open.

He had little time to appreciate the bright sun or the verdant grass or cool spring breeze as he started to sprint down the lawn to the exit.

He took one step and fell flat on his face when something reached out and snagged his ankle.

He turned his head and screamed. Staring back at him was a doll with white eyes and short silver hair, it was missing an arm and the only one it had was currently gripping his foot. What was terrifying however was what the doll was attached to:

An abhorrent appendage, crafted from the limbs and torsos of the spare dolls and shackled together by streams of silver hair, intertwining the pieces like muscle fibres holding a skeleton together. Each limb wriggled in their place and each body undulated and danced suggestively while every eye that could catch a glimpse, locked onto their prey.

A strand of hair snaked its way up the doll’s arm and wound its way up Phil’s leg, an assortment of arms joined the endeavor to gain purchase on his defenseless body.

Phil, for his part, continued to kick and scream, clawing at the floor as if to drag himself further outside and away from the nightmare behind him, but either he was too weak or they were too strong or both.

The hair had encroached upon his torso now and the grasping hands had reached his upper thigh and were straying dangerously close to his defenseless member and vulnerable buttocks.

Phil glanced back again and saw the tip of the abomination had opened up like a worm’s maw, strings of viscous liquid bridging the edges of the opening as he looked into the squirming wet insides of a hundred bodies vying for his presence, more arms reaching out like slender tongues waiting for a taste of him.

“Not like this…” He begged with tears in his eyes. “I’m so close, please! NOT LIKE THIS!”

Sobbing and struggling, Phil’s resistance was futile as he was dragged closer to the waiting maw and into its depths. The arms now had a grip on his hips, his waist, his chest and then his shoulders, the hair wrapping around his body in a gentle coil as his body began to slowly disappear under a tangle of limbs.

The maw consumed hum up to his head, leaving it exposed while the rest of his body was embraced on all sides by gyrating, wet flesh. When the opening closed, securing him in place, a doll’s rear end was pressed against his face, swallowing him into the cavern of its cheeks and mashing its vulva against his mouth in a dirty kiss, its puckering ass-hole pulsating in front of his face.

Another doll had pressed itself up behind him and enveloped his neck and ears in its kisses and tongue, the sloppy slurping most vivid in his ears than the squirming, clammy flesh around him.

With a volley of wet smooches behind him, his vision enveloped in ass cheeks and the sweet taste of a woman’s forbidden garden rich on his tongue and his nose, Phil was truly blind to everything except the experience his body was being put through.

Wrapped up in the silky coils of the dolls’ hair while simultaneously being constricted by the oppressive flesh around him made for a wonderful stimulant. He was bound so tightly, he could barely squirm in his prison, forced to endure the shifting mass around him as it crushed his body between it.

He was dimly aware of hungry slits rubbing against his body, his hips, legs, everything, coating him in juices while mounds of flesh rubbed against him in the claustrophobic space, their pointed peaks digging into him.

Lips and tongues often caressed his skin in the intervals, trailing the length of his spine or planting themselves on sensitive areas, tasting dirty spots like his armpits and ass-crack, swallowing his fingers and toes, no spot was too safe or too dirty to be tasted.

His penis, however, took the worst of it.

Fully erect, it was easy pickings for the dolls’ assaults, the stimuli affecting it often changing on the whims of lasciviousness.

Lips would trail the length of his shaft from his root to his urethra while tongues tasted his testicles, snaking around the orbs to fill them with sperm. It was caught between wet vulva as it glided along the length of a cunt, sandwiched between jiggling buttocks, ensnared by bountiful breasts, played by toes and feet and crushed between taut bellies.

An impossible combination of sensations brought only by disconnected beings attacked him, every one too good to endure forcing him to cry out and accept a mouthful of womanly taste from the doll’s honeypot before him.

His tongue instinctively explored the depths of her caverns, but before it could be recalled, the tunnel constricted around the fleshy organ, drowning it in sweet juices like a root in generous soil, binding it in place, hungry for any kind of visitation to its secret tunnel.

Phil was truly blind, he couldn’t even turn away from the eager ass but he knew that he was on the move, the writhing appendage was bringing him back to the spare room, like a snake returning to the nest after devouring its meal.

Upon reaching their destination Phil felt the obscene pressure relax as he was ejected from the fidgeting mass and onto the dusty floor in a warm puddle female secretion.

Spluttering and panting, Phil looked up in horror to see that the piles of bodies that once ringed the room now coalesced into an amalgamation, an undulating sphere made of countless doll bodies; torsos facing inwards and the occasional arm or leg reaching out as if to escape.

The snake-like appendage that consumed him earlier was attached to the sphere and was slowly being integrated back into the original mass.

Captivated by its nightmarish beauty, Phil didn’t react to the straggling dolls approaching him until they clung to him, holding his limbs tightly to prevent his escape.

“Let go of me!” He cried, his protestations ignored by the lifeless creatures.

A large opening expanded in the sphere, offering a glimpse inside the amalgamation.

The inside was walled by numerous squirming bodies tightly fixed together and bound by hair, clear liquid seeped out of their lower mouths, dripping onto the bodies beneath them in an eternally vulgar shower of body fluids and coalescing into a pool at the bottom where separate dolls bathed. These dolls beckoned to Phil as they saw him, the pool pouring out of the opening like drool, all in all the whole thing looked like a greedy mouth begging for its meal.

This did little to convince Phil to stop struggling but no matter how hard he tried he could break free from their firm grip and was dragged involuntarily into the patient maw to be served to the horny denizens within.

The moment he entered, an oppressively humid atmosphere washed over and enveloped him, carrying with it a sweet smell so poignant he could practically taste it on his tongue.

The overwhelming scent muddled his thoughts and dulled his senses, the world felt like it was moving slower, or rather, he felt like he was wading through deep water, his sluggish limbs made it difficult to put up a fight when the dolls descended onto him.

The opening behind him closed shut, and so the amalgamation had claimed its meal, all that was left was to taste him, savour him and devour him completely.

The blank beauties pressed their guest against the walls of their fleshy cage, arms embraced him lovingly as breasts squeezed themselves against his back. His right arm had been captured between a group of mounds too, the flexible flesh restricting his movements within a smothering hug. His left arm had hair strands sew it to the moistened mass while his fingers were inserted within the tight, drooling cunt of a disembodied torso, the flesh tightened around his digits as if to mold itself into the shape of his hand.

His toes, half submerged in the rising pool, made for easy bait for the dolls. Two dipped their bodies into the sweet waters and began tasting the residue off of his feet, licking the length of his soles and sucking on his toes, their tickling motions made him squirm but they were relentless in their hunger.

Two more straddled his wiggling legs, their wet slits slid smoothly across his thighs, oiling him in their fem-cum. A third doll emerged between his legs, all three positioned their heads (specifically their mouths) over his erect member and without warning, the middle doll took the entire thing, head to root, into its mouth while the other two clumsily fumbled with his balls with their eager tongues. The euphoric blowjob was vicious in its approach, the lips maintained a tight grip as the head bobbed up and down all the while intensely sucking on the dick as if to suck out any cum building up directly from the balls themselves. All the while her tongue violently coiled around his dick, alternating between uncontrollably thrashing the meat inside her mouth and precisely tracing the underside of the shaft, resting slightly on the lip of his glans upon her ascent before crashing back down and smothering the length in her sticky taste.

Another pair appeared at his sides, dedicated to playing with his nipples, ringing the aureola with their tongues, pinching the hardened nub of his nipple and all around toying with his sensitive skin.

As his body became bedeviled by the unending teasing, awash in ecstasy as if every nerve in his body was drowning in carnality, an unexpected presence at his backside caused Phil to yelp in surprise.

Another doll had slipped itself between the ones passing his cock and balls to one another and had chosen to latch onto and assault his exposed anus.

Spreading the cheeks that sheltered the shy hole, the doll caressed his crack with her tongue, slick with copious amounts of saliva, before puncturing the virgin hole with her wet flesh.

“No wait! Not the-RRRAAAAAGGHHHH!”

Phil couldn’t hold his voice back, the unexpected foreign pleasure of something entering him was too much to bear and a dam broke loose inside his balls.

Thrusting his hips inadvertently in reply to the analingus treatment, Phil let loose the load stored within his balls, flooding the creamy blast into the throat of the doll currently clamping her lips around his base.

She, in turn, refused to let go and increased the suction, drawing out as much cum as she could, prolonging the orgasm as well as torturing Phil’s now sensitive penis.

The intense suction on his penis plus the probing tongue in his ass kept him suspended, unable to do anything as his hips spasmed and twitched with the sensation. He began to notice movement from above and looked up to see bodies squirming in the roof of the cage, the walls pulsated with movement and more and more secretions dripped down to meet the steaming pool below. But it wasn’t just that, something else was beginning to drop from above, something with more form and mass, a shapeless shadow fell with a heavy splash, drenching Phil and his harem in oily juices.

Another followed suit, then another and another after that – from the roof, the walls, all around him – he didn’t realize what they were until they emerged from the pool and lumbered towards him.

These shadows – dolls – must have been reconstructed within the squirming mass around them before deciding to join the orgy gathering below.

Though the lighting was limited, Phil’s eyes adjusted to the gloom enough to pick out the curves and features of the dolls nearest him. As far as he could tell they all shared the same hair and eye color with only minor variations of length, their time in the pool however lathered their bodies to a shiny sheen and plastered their hair to their skin. There were some with missing parts, a finger, an eye, a nose, a jaw and so on but ultimately they had full functioning bodies and the intent to use them.

They swarmed him completely dominating any sense of space Phil had and possessing any unclaimed patch of skin. They latched onto any part of him they could find, no matter what the spot was, and indulged themselves of his taste.

They sampled his sweaty armpits, nuzzled the nape of his necks, lapped up the length of his spine and rubbed themselves against his retrained legs.

More mouths had joined the attack on his toes, penis and ass, practically every toe was stuck in a mouth of their own, tossed around by playful tongues like a boat in a krakens lair, his ass cheeks were kissed and suckled uselessly as dolls took turns to taste his rear hole, unheedful of how filthy the orifice was. His penis was buried under the crude kisses of a multi-blowjob, his balls were suckled and smooched and those eager mouths clamped down on his shaft, vigorously tracing the length of it and marking the whole thing in their slimy spittle while another group engulfed the head in their mouths, intertwining their tongues around each other as they suffocated his glans.

His head, meanwhile, was wrenched back and forth as the dolls kissed him, and excited tongue invaded his mouth as their lips crashed together. His violent frenching was interrupted when his face was dragged towards another doll’s warm lips. The second kiss was far more gentle than its predecessor, her tender lips cushioned his own as her tongue gracefully twirled around his in a loving waltz. Unlike before, in which the kiss felt untameable and Phil was barely able to offer any input of his own, this one sought to include him in its rhythm, drawing him in as if they were a true couple sharing a loving kiss.

But then the illusion was broken when Phil was wrenched away a third time and another doll forced herself onto him, driving her tongue deep into him as if to force it down his throat, a thick gathering of saliva followed afterwards and flooded the inside of Phil’s mouth with her savoury taste.

All the while dominated by her tongue, the doll mashed her mouth against his, nibbled his lips and sloppily lapped at the area around his mouth, coating it in her spit. This kiss felt more desperate, like a starving woman tasting food for the first time.

He was passed back and forth between the dolls like this, a variety of oral experiences took place in his mouth, lingering tastes of different dolls clung to his taste buds and almost every breath he took in was stuffy with their own.

There was no sense of order or decorum, the chaotic squabbling of empty dolls demanding the taste of a man continued without regulation, a competition to taste more and more that saw Phil buried under a wiggling mountain of bodies.

Amidst being crushed by the hectic harem, Phil felt a familiar pressure building up in his balls; an intense strain as his semen seemingly cried out for freedom, amplified only by the dolls’ clumsy attempts to comfort his balls further.

Unable to contain his moans, Phil thrust his hips upward once more, the weight of several bodies pressing down on him made it difficult to raise himself, his pulsating cock blasting his thick spray upwards like a broken fountain and onto the faces of the horde at his crotch.

Before the orgasm had even ceased, one doll gripped his base tightly and took it into her mouth, slurping loudly as it intensely sucked out any lingering semen in the urethra, circling the opening with the tip of her tongue like a shark and its meal.

The other dolls seemingly wrestled with one another, drawn to the heavy scent of semen they pounced on one another, licking at each others’ faces to take in as much as possible, kissing in a hidden battle to claim back cum from another competitor, the immoral display was captivating to watch.

Unfortunately, Phil wasn’t given to time to enjoy such a show, in the after glow of his orgasm Phil’s exhausted body relied on the living wall behind him for support. So when the wall opened up, he immediately fell backward.

Now lying down on the soft mattress of flesh, Phil looked up to see the wall squirming just above him. Directly over his head however was a legless bottom – poised like a guillotine awaiting judgement – its pussy gushing with love juices that dripped down and splattered onto his face.

Before Phil’s exhausted body could react, the wall dropped on top of him, burying his head into the ass, the plump pussy over his mouth like lips locked in a kiss.

The stream overflowing from the seductive honeypot drowned him, entering his mouth and overwhelming him with her taste and emptying his mind. He tried to close his mouth to avoid the flow but his nose would draw in whiffs of her scent instead which caused him even more lightheadedness, lulling him into opening his mouth and accepting the sweetened waters.

The ass pressed itself deeper onto his face, grinding him into it as if to permanently mold the two into one. And though Phil could no longer see what was going on, the overflowing pussy juice heightened his body’s sensitivity and made him more aware than ever.

Now that he was flat on the ground, sheets of wet hair bound him down, plastering themselves to his skin, and reaching arms rose from the earth to play with his body further.

They tweaked his nipples and cupped his balls, stroking any bare skin they could find with a delicate touch that brought an explosion of ecstasy whenever a finger tip so much as glided across his skin. He felt fingers dig in and wrench his ass cheeks apart and slender fingers, wet with some substance he couldn’t identify, invaded his sphincter and perused the depths a tongue couldn’t dive into, eliciting embarrassed cries from Phil in the process – muffled screams which only served to fill his mouth with more of their lewd nectar.

His arms were free from the wall but were now restrained again by more eager dolls as they ground their bodies against his limbs, their boobs and legs hugged his arms from all sides and his fingers were either sucked upon, forced to grasp bountiful flesh or crushed within their greedy cunts.

As for his dick, previously limp from its exertions earlier now fully erect thanks to the teasing and the fem-cum consumed, it was grasped by a particularly hungry doll who, absentmindedly following her instincts, positioned the erect dick before her pussy, the keen hole grasping at its head in anticipation, providing a light, wet suck that sent electricity jolting through Phil’s nerves.

Juices dripped down, thoroughly coating the shaft in its slime, lubing it well, before the doll’s lower mouth dropped down and consumed the whole penis.

The familiar, impossible tightness conquered Phil completely, it choked his cock like a serpent’s coils, crushing it in an intense grip as if to never let it go. The vice only relaxed slightly when the doll began to move, pumping her hips as she elevated herself to the glans before slamming back down with incredible force and speed, crashing into his body with a sloppy thud before looping the process in an inexhaustible rhythm.

He twitched when she reached the zenith of her ascension, her snatch increasing its grip once again over the sensitive tip, reluctant to let any more of the delicacy leave it, loosening again to slam down and instantly renewing its tightness once the whole thing was inside.

This impossible, split-second control could never possibly be replicated by human women, its otherworldly pleasures enthralled his soul, breaking him from the sheer intensity of the feeling and bending his will to its favor.

He came inside the doll, the release more intense than the previous two, smacking his hips upwards as if to dig in deeper and plant his seed into whatever womb these fake humans had. In turn the constricting grip of her pussy grew ever tighter, urging the cum out of his dick and keeping it rooted within, never giving him a moment to rest.

Mere seconds after the orgasm was over however, the doll began moving again, its pace seemingly increased as its movements renewed. Phil’s struggles grew more frantic as the assault on his incredibly sensitive penis brought every nerve in his body alive with sensation, what little breath he could manage in-between violent gulps of erotic juices was ragged and broken and his penis, despite having been used three times already, remained firm and rigid for the slutty hole to taste.

The wait for the next shot was shorter after that, enduring the torment became practically impossible after that point, but the doll continued to cling to her prize until after the third shot in which she fell, in a daze, off of his erect member, sleek with her juices and coated in semen.

Another doll approached, cleaning up the cock with her tongue in spite of Phil’s protesting movements, thoroughly slurping up all traces of semen and running her tongue across every inch and nook of the dick, ensuring the whole thing was clean and ready for another round.

Phil was already quivering on the edge of release by the end of the meticulous blowjob so the moment his penis was taken inside her and her walls clamped down possessively, his balls released another round of spurting directly into her.

It didn’t faze her though and the doll began moving her hips as the sperm left his dick hole, pumping him dry as he suffered the pleasures of his orgasm.

Her movements were quicker than the one before her, but she only rose halfway up the shaft before plummeting back down. Nevertheless her impatient movements more than made up for it, dragging out his next orgasm quickly. Once her time was up, he was mounted by yet another doll, this one didn’t bounce on his cock but remained rooted to the base, gyrating her hips in circular motions and jerking his dick around with it. Her insides contracted and loosened in rhythm, sucking on his penis relentlessly with little movement.

Again and again he came and after every three or four loads, he’d feel another pussy devour his penis and draw out more and more of his semen.

A warm feeling covered his whole body as Phil realized the pool of fem-cum at the bottom of the cage had grown and was now submerging most of his body, the sloshing of multiple bodies wading around the steaming waters as they ground against each other, adding their juices to the mix, filled the small space.

Phil could feel his body being crushed under the weight of countless bodies, racing to taste him and jostling others out of their way, arms, fingers and tongues caressed his body from every angle possible leaving no empty spot at all.

The feeling of being devoured by the amalgamation as a whole, to have various shifting bodies changing what pleasure they exposed him to was almost maddening.

He spurted inside another pussy, losing track of how many times altogether, his penis remaining painfully erect though the quantity of semen was growing lesser by the load. A testament to the fact that though drinking from the dolls’ honey pots was invigorating him, it had its limitations all the same.

Through constant ejaculation and drowning in endless pleasures, Phil’s mind grew whiter and whiter, with it becoming increasingly harder to focus on anything at all.

His last thoughts before he fell into unconsciousness was to his family and friends, the people he’d never see again, the copy of Dark Souls he’d forgotten to return to his mate Lewis, that he would have liked to ask Charlotte out again, that he never did commit to a New Year’s resolution this time.

Silly little regrets and thoughts swirled in his head, then like falling into an ocean, the thoughts drifted and swam away from him as he fell deeper and deeper into darkness.

Phil woke with a start, breathless and clammy, he felt as if he’d almost died in his sleep. He took a moment to collect himself staring up at an unfamiliar velvet red canopy and enveloped by an alien softness so otherworldly he briefly panicked and thought he was dead and in heaven.

Looking around him he found that none of his surroundings were familiar to him and yet he felt for certain that he was still in the manor, that what happened was no dream or delusion.

He was in a bedroom, but one that put the previous chambers to shame, it wasn’t a carbon copy and was more extravagant.

The room was massive, easily far more spacious than any other bedroom of the estate, its size highlighting its importance. The flooring was a river blue carpet juxtaposed against the sunset red of the walls which were adorned in a silver-gold diamond pattern. There was very little furniture aside from the bed Phil lay on, a bedside cabinet and a capacious wardrobe to his right and a desk set at the far end of the room, all of which were made from the same chocolate colored wood.

To his left Phil noted a mirror that took up a large portion of the left wall, his reflection stared back at him, tucked up inside the bed’s duvet with only his head poking out. The more he stared back at his likeness, the more unfamiliar it appeared, the figure in the mirror seemed to look more tired than Philip actually felt. And hanging above the desk was an abnormally large portrait of a handsome young man in a well dressed, if not frilly piece of ancient formal wear that practically took up the entire wall.

Though the comical size of the portrait was nothing compared to the bed itself; practically the size of four king sized beds the bed was perhaps big enough for over a dozen people and more than ridiculously comfortable.

Philip, thoroughly satisfied with checking his surroundings decided that now was as good a time as any to make another escape attempt. However when he moved to get up he found that his body would not respond to him, it felt like his arms and legs were made of leg, no matter how much he wiggled and focused not even a toe twitched.

He lay there in comfort for a while, time ignorantly passed on as if it were turning its nose up at his existence when he heard the click and groan of the door opening.

Filtering into the room were a line of eight dolls – The redhead, the mother and daughter, the Amazonian bimbo, the petite blonde and three other dolls he never encountered before yet seemed remarkably familiar.

Finally, a ninth figure entered the room, this one Phil definitely recognized.

She was shorter than the dolls, the first sign that she was different, her hair was long, abnormally so – it melted into the shadows of the brightly light room and trailed behind her like a sinister bridal veil. Adding to the aesthetic was the dress she wore; a Victorian style black and white frock decorated in frills that matched her pale porcelain features and the unforgettable eyes that had born their way into Phil’s mind permanently ever since he arrived.

Those infernal, violet eyes.

THE END OF CHAPTER THREE