Chapter 1: A Wonderful Place to Start

Catherine hummed quietly to herself as she walked down the street. I can’t wait to see Holly. We’ll probably just try to watch anime and make out until we’re too tired to stay awake, but it’s not like that isn’t fun. She sighed again, a big, silly smile spreading across her face as she continued her casual stroll even as a chill breeze tried pushing her back the way she came. It’s always really great to spend time with her…

Between her blue jeans and the jacket she’d thrown on over a simple turtleneck, Catherine only bristled as the cool wind moved over her bare face and through her long blonde hair that otherwise would have fallen over her shoulders on its way down her back. Her brown eyes stared ahead, more looking for obstacles than taking in the world around her.

Taking a route she had many times before, the only thing truly occupying her mind was thoughts of the fun she imagined would be taking place exceptionally soon. As she walked, her eyes hooded, and her lips rubbed together.

I can practically taste her kissing me right now!

Hums interrupted with giggles, Catherine’s eyes fluttering and thighs clenching without breaking her stride. Holly and Catherine had been dating for a while, long enough to be serious but not long enough to move in together, though it felt like a simple matter of time. Imagining that set Catherine’s mind down another train of thought that distracted her all the more from the world around her as she imagined fingers and lips finding the right places to make her toes curl and her eyes flutter.

Then her fingers could move along my hips, finding where they met my thighs… She closed her teeth around her lower lip, her eyes hooding as her breathing grew heavier even as she continued to walk. Her lips would find my ear… Her ass so fun to squeeze under my hand… her thighs so warm against mine…

So distracted in her lustful thoughts, Catherine hardly even noticed the strange woman following not far behind her.

The city around them was hardly empty, but there stood no one between herself and the strange woman with hair that fell just past her shoulders. It was primarily red, but it seemed that the bottom of every lock was half red, and half black. While such a thing would normally stand out as unusual and artificially cultivated, on the red haired woman it seemed perfectly natural.

She didn’t move too close. While that may have made her walking seem more innocent—were it not for the way her gaze trailed up and down Catherine. It would be obvious to anyone that her well-maintained distance served a purpose.

While her unusually colored hair was kept very simply, her clothing was anything but forgettable. Her black dress parted at the front, revealing dark satin ruffles that looked like so many petticoats. While this hid the shape of her legs entirely, the swell of her hips was in part emphasized by the black under bust corset that squeezed tightly around her middle and helped emphasize the shape of her large breasts.

One behind the other, the two women made their way down the sidewalk without notable incident for several more moments. Catherine’s fingers squeezed and loosened at her side, even rose up to feel along her own lips thoughtfully as fantasy overtook her, enveloping her in a land of pure desire.

When the red-and-black-haired woman suddenly wrapped one arm around Catherine’s waist, her other hand trailing along Catherine’s cheek, all she could do was squeak and freeze in place.

“Doll.”

“Wh—” Catherine squirmed, her breath quickening as she slowly writhed into the woman’s touch along her cheek. She struggled to find any words to say that would express her confusion but found herself too startled for any to be within her reach. “Nnn… What… Who…”

The red-and-black haired woman’s skin felt soft in ways that no one’s skin, not even Holly’s, had ever felt to Catherine before. It was a warm touch, seductive, and inviting in ways that were very familiar, but the friction of skin-on-skin was smoother. It wasn’t entirely better for it, her body aching to be pulled along with every caress more than it was, and yet the sensation had a way of making Dorothy feel softer and weaker herself.

“Such a rude doll, talking out of turn. I was not inviting her to speak… simply identifying her truth.” Sighing, the strange woman melted lips against Catherine’s ear. It was a possessive touch, and the heat from her lips made Catherine’s eyes roll back into her head as her knees suddenly felt so incredibly weak.

What… is this woman… doing to me…? Catherine whimpered. It took no small effort to look forward again, and even when she did her vision was hazy, giving everything a faint fuzz of unreality. Was already a little turned on, but now everything feels… so… so…

Tsking brought Catherine back to the world, that, and the feeling of the hand around her waist traveling a similar path she’d imagined Holly’s would take along the inside of her thigh. In her imagination there hadn’t been anything nearly as thick as denim in the way. There had only been skin, sweat, and the ache of hungry lust.

Even with her jeans in the way, the odd woman’s touch felt as though it was brushing directly along her bare skin, even the flushed lover lips of her pussy as her touch moved daringly between her legs. She didn’t linger, quickly moving up and along the contours of Catherine’s stomach, but Catherine knew what she’d felt. She knew how heavy her eyes felt, and how every moment she remained standing seemed to take so much effort.

She’s just… touching me like some… some… thing…! What did she call me…? Doll…? Catherine whined. Why would she say doll… why would doll sound so… so…

So…

Hot…?

The woman sighed, blowing directly into her ear. Catherine whimpered, writhing as her bottom lip uselessly trembled and wordless sounds of pleasure escaped her mouth. “But, if my doll needs to be taught manners then I suppose I could indulge her before she’s learned how to be proper…” Nails dug into one of Catherine’s breasts, and she whimpered as she arched forward from the raw sensation. “Just this once.”

“Y-your doll?!” Catherine tried to sound indignant, but it was difficult with her voice dripping with so much arousal. Her thighs kept rubbing together, and that wasn’t helping either.

Curious nails raked across her Catherine’s breast before circling just around her nipple. Trying as hard as she could, Catherine was unable to keep herself silent. It wasn’t simply the pleasure—though everything about that was lovely.

She’s using my body like… like she owns it, like… Catherine’s eyes hooded as she whined. Her arms felt too heavy and weak to force the woman’s hands away. It’s like she’s just… reaching inside of me, or… just… touching me and making… everything nnff… I don’t… know what to say or how to… stop her… Need to get to Holly…

Need to… resist…

“Bronwen.”

“B-Bronwen…?” Catherine whined. She didn’t know what that could possibly mean, and the sensations the red-and-black haired woman were forcing through her body had an effect not dissimilar from someone grasping her hand and running in circles around her for a minute before letting go only infinitely more sexual. Her heart was beating so loudly that she could only hear the woman behind her.

Her senses were too distracted, too overwhelmed, for her to be truly aware of anything or anyone else.

“My doll asks me who I am, and then when I tell her… she acts confused?” Bronwen sighed, the sound leaden with disappointment. “Doll. Your soul sings to be silenced. Your mind pleads to be soft and sedate. You can feel the truth in my words. You can feel the rightness in my possession. You cannot fight these truths any more than you can stop the sun from setting.”

Fuck…! Catherine whimpered. What she’s saying is making me so hot, but it isn’t only the words she’s saying…! Something about her voice is just… it’s just so…

“Relax, doll. Don’t tell me your name. Don’t tell me that you…” Bronwen took a deep breath, only to sigh right into Catherine’s ear. “…aren’t actually a doll. I’m not interested in hearing it, and you know that it isn’t the truth. Instead, you’re just going to listen to me, and allow yourself to realize how deeply you know this is the right thing for you to do.

“You’re going to listen to me…” Bronwen’s hand lingered on Catherine’s breast for only a moment longer before it moved to stroke up along the side of her arched neck. “And you aren’t going to care about the fact that we’re in the middle of a public street. No one has reacted to us. No one will react to us. All that you care about doing, really doing, is listening to what I have to say. Your only observations of the world around us will be to confirm, to know that everything I’ve said is completely correct.”

Catherine whimpered. She was still standing under her own power, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t swaying with Bronwen’s every word. I don’t… I don’t need to listen to her… I know that, I… I can focus on… on…

She tried to remember what it would mean to be aware of the sidewalk under her feet, or to listen for any distant sounds, but she couldn’t. Reaching her mind in those directions simply didn’t function. Though it seemed she was still capable of some form of resistance, some small level of rebellion, there was nothing she could do to contradict a direct command.

No one has noticed… No one’s stepped in…

Everything she’s saying is right and I… there’s nothing… nothing I can do to make anyone notice us, to pull away, to… Catherine whimpered. Holly…

“Shh, dolly. Don’t whine.” Catherine hadn’t even been aware she’d made a sound at all, but was very aware of the sound she made when Bronwen’s nail began to trace the shell of her left ear. “Relax in my arms. It’s always nicer when you allow yourself to know the truth: that I’m always correct. Say it, dolly. Say the truth that you know deep inside of your heart…”

Teeth tugged at Catherine’s left ear.

She couldn’t whine, but she did breathlessly shake as her eyes took on a glassier sheen.

“You’re… always…” Catherine sighed. It felt so nice to say the words she’d been told to say. Her panties were soaked through, but it wasn't just the feelings of arousal and more physical pleasure that made her tingle from head to toe. There was a warmth in her chest, a softness behind her eyes, a lightheaded bliss that made everything simpler. “Correct… You’re… always correct…”

“Twice, just to make certain I could tell you were being honest…?” Lips kissed along Catherine’s ear, warm breath making every wet spot tingle in ways that were exciting, dizzying, and made it so much harder to remember the struggle she’d been making mere moments before. “Or twice, to savor your own enjoyment?”

Catherine’s lips parted to answer before she even took a moment to think it over, and a finger pressed deftly over them both. “It doesn’t matter, dolly. Nothing you have to say out of turn really matters.”

Can’t whine… but… that… should… bother me… Catherine sighed, slumping against the taller woman behind her. Doesn’t… Matter… she’s always…

Correct!

The word resonated deep inside of Catherine’s mind, charging her libido and the calm, placid bliss that settled more heavily over her the longer she listened to Bronwen’s voice.

So… irrefutably… correct…

“The only thing that matters is that you be a good girl for me, dolly.” Lips pressed to the back of Catherine’s neck, only drawing back far enough for Bronwen to speak directly against her skin. “The only thing that matters is that you listen to me, and let the rest of the world grow further and further away… because I want you to come with me, and what does that mean you’re going to do?”

“Going to… do…?” Catherine mewled. Her face scrunched up, and her breathing slowed as she concentrated all of her remaining mental capacity on answering Bronwen’s question. “I don’t… understand…”

Bronwen smiled, kissing the back of Catherine’s neck again. It was a slower kiss than before, and it pulsed with a somehow familiar warmth that made all of Catherine’s still wakeful mind sing. “And why do you not understand? Why do you not have an answer for me, dolly, when I asked you so very simply and politely?”

“B-because…” Catherine pitifully gasped. She couldn’t whine, but she needed to make some sound to signify her ache. It didn’t make any sense why it hurt to not have that answer, why it made her feel so deficient to not be able to offer up the proper response more quickly, but it simply wasn’t there to be found. “What matters is being a good girl for you…

“And you haven’t told me what I’m going to do…”

Bronwen’s eyes opened wide—wider than they should have. Her lips curled into a smile, one that stretched her lips unnaturally wide.

“That’s right…!” Nails again squeezed at Catherine’s breast through the fabric of her top as Bronwen’s curvaceous form pressed against her. “Good dolly! I’m so very proud of you… you’re a natural doll—just as I’d said. All you need to do is listen to me, and you’ll be so good… so perfect… so in order to make sure that happens just like it should? You’re going to come home with me.”

“Home… home with you…” Catherine nodded. She didn’t know if she was echoing the truth for Bronwen or herself, but she knew for sure that it didn’t matter. Bronwen said it herself, and she was always correct.

Bronwen kissed her neck again, and Catherine moaned. It was such a faint, gentle touch but the affection it communicated, and how easily she could feel that Bronwen was pleased made it so much better. “Once we arrive, we can begin training you to be a proper doll… a polite doll… one fit for suitable company. You think that sounds lovely, don’t you, dolly?”

Catherine nodded slowly.

“Sounds… lovely…”

“That’s right…! So lovely…” Bronwen sighed, blowing a delicate stream of air at the place she’d kissed again and again. “Then do you see that place there, between those two trees, just off the sidewalk…?” Catherine nodded, mewling a dreamy acknowledgement. “We’re going to step through there, and then… I’ll show you to your new dollhouse.

“Let’s go, dolly.”

Catherine didn’t even try to object. Instead, she marched forward mindlessly with Bronwen right behind her, oblivious to the fantastic sight of the city dissolving around her to be replaced with a picturesque doll house in the middle of a forest clearing. The trees were dense and thick, so much that it would be impossible to attempt an escape even if she retained the capacity for such an action.

Bronwen purred, kissing up to Catherine’s left ear before she whispered even quieter. “Now, why don’t I show you to your room and we can get started making you the most perfect dolly you were always meant to be?”