He let her reply hang in the air for some time. Sophia was afraid she’d said something wrong until she noticed the look on his face. Miles was looking down at her with a hunger in his eyes she couldn’t remember having seen before. “There are a number of things you’re going to need to understand now. There’s one in particular that I’m going to… force the issue on.” He touched his gloved fingers to her temple, then ran them through her hair. He was incredibly gentle, his head tilted just so, eyes locked on to Sophia’s. She sighed. There was a pleasant tingle where his fingers had been. “Do you remember my name?”

They were still at the table, standing in front of the bench. She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Of course I do. It’s Sir.”

He grinned.

She furrowed her brow. “What? Why are you looking at me like that? It’s Sir–” She stopped, finally realizing what she had said. “It’s… It’s Sir. Sir. What?” She blinked and looked at him. “Did you do something?”

“I did. You had exhibited some difficulty with what to call me before. I’ve simply… taken away the wrong answers,” he explained. She could hear pride in his voice. “If you speak to someone about me, you’ll be able to keep our little arrangement a secret. But when you speak to me, you’ll know your place.”

Her lips parted, exhaling sharply. “I– Yes, Sir, of course.” Calling him that felt like it had such a different weight now. Was he making her call him that this whole time to get her used to the idea? Surely he didn’t intend for something like this to happen.

If he did, did that matter? It had to. Right?

“I didn’t expect someone quite like you to want something like this,” he said, almost mockingly. “It makes me wonder if those sigils weren’t manifesting naturally. Your fantasies slowly becoming your reality, all because you don’t know how to properly control your gift yet.” He took one of her hands and led her out of the sewing room, down the hall towards a door she had yet to see behind. Sir put his free hand against the door and pushed it open.

“Is that… possible?” She felt silly asking, though she had no other way to confirm whether or not he was telling the truth.

He led her into his room, then had her sit down at the end of his bed. He took two steps back and folded his arms in front of him. “I don’t think it’s likely, but I can’t rule it out.” Sophia opened her mouth to speak, but Sir started again as soon as he noticed. “Take your clothes off. All of them.”

Sophia hesitated. This was all moving so fast. But this is what you wanted, isn’t it? You’ve been fantasizing about this moment for weeks. Why are you ruining that? Are you really that afraid of indulging yourself, Sophia?

The simple olive green dress she’d been wearing fell to the floor in front of her. She shed her undergarments and sat back down on the bed, fully naked, clearly aroused. Each piece of clothing coming off of her felt even better than the last. She looked up at Sir pleadingly. She needed him.

“There’s a good girl,” he purred, taking her in. “The sigils really are charming. Whoever it was couldn’t have picked someone more beautiful to be their doll.”

Sophia turned bright red from head to toe. She tried to cover herself in embarrassment, but Sir glared at her to stop. “As a rule, you’ll expose yourself to me whenever I ask you to, and you’ll accept every compliment I give you. You will not hide your body from me, because you’ve asked me to treat it as my property. You won’t be making decisions like that while you’re with me.”

She blinked at him, letting her mouth fall open again. This is so much. I’m giving him too much. I can’t just… She closed her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts. But why not? What do I gain by not trying this? Why not let him… Her thoughts trailed off as she thought of all the ways that Miles could use her, reliving every fantasy she’d had in the last few weeks. They’d all felt so good once she’d let them. She nodded her head. “Yes, Sir. I-I’m sorry, Sir.”

“No need to apologize. You’re still learning what I want from you. I can’t possibly expect you to be perfectly trained before we truly begin,” he said, stepping forward and crouching in front of her, leaving them face to face. “That would ruin the fun of shaping you. Tell me about how you're feeling about all of this.”

Her mind raced, trying to figure out exactly what to say. Sorry Sir, I'm not used to this kind of arrangement. I've never been an object before. “I'm a little overwhelmed, to be honest. I didn't expect things to move as fast as they have?” Her hands were gripping the blanket beneath her, both balled into fists. “A-and. What do you mean, shaping me? Do you have…experience with this, Sir?”

“I told you already that I was trained by an incredible witch. She wouldn't take me on as a student until I agreed to submit to her completely.”

“She– What?” Sophia blinked at him, stupefied. “That’s… That’s crazy!”

“And yet here we are. I didn’t order you to submit. You’ve given yourself to me willingly, as I gave myself willingly to her.” He crouched down in front of Sophia and put his hand on her knee. With the slightest touch he parted her legs, exposing her. Sophia felt the urge to try and stop him, or to try and hide herself behind her hands. When she tried to move her arms and cover herself, Sir’s words echoed in her head: You’ll expose yourself to me whenever I ask you to. “I can see you’re still enjoying yourself.”

She didn't think she could turn a deeper shade of red than she already had. “Y-yes S-Sir,” she stammered. He was finally touching her. His hand shifted from her knee to the inside of her thigh. “Y-you willingly did that?”

He smirked and leaned in closer to her, his head just above her parted knees. He's… I don't want to say no to him. I want to let him do whatever he wants to me. Sophia swallowed at the realization. She wanted him to touch her more, for him to finally make his move. But Sir stayed where he was, golden eyes twinkling as he gazed at her. She was helpless.

“I willingly did that. I certainly had no reason to complain about it, either. The Empress takes good care of her property. I intend to do the same,” he said. “You would like her, Sophia. I have a feeling she would like you quite a bit as well.” He pushed her thighs further apart, one hand on each now. He squeezed both. Sophia moaned, unable to contain herself. “There's a good girl. I'm going to teach you just how good obedience can feel, Sophia.”

“Please, Sir,” she whimpered. “Please. I– I– I feel like I'm losing my mind. I need you so badly. I–”

Sir ran a hand up her thigh, resting his palm over her sex. Sophia gasped, wishing she could find the strength to grind against his hand. “How long have you wanted this? Be honest with me, doll.”

Her mouth opened, responding to him instantly. “Weeks. Since the night this started happening, Sir. I– I was confused at first. I didn't– uhh–” He spread his fingers, teasing her as she spoke. “uuunderstand why I was having th–these fantasies.”

“Good girl,” he purred, pressing the heel of his palm against her clit. “That's how you want me to treat you, isn't it? Like a doll? My possession? My property?”

Sophia's mouth hung open as it desperately tried to catch its breath. Every word it tried to conjure in its head slipped away before it could speak. It panted, hoping that the desperation in its eyes would be enough of an answer for Sir. He continued to stare at it, waiting for something more. It strained, managing to nod ever so slightly.

“There it is. I'm sorry to do this to you when I already know the answer, but it's important to me to see you admit it.” He was smiling at her still, a devilish look in his eyes. Something about the state Sophia found itself in was putting him into his own frenzy. He ground his palm against it. Sophia didn’t understand how it could possibly feel this good for him to be touching it. He was making its vision go blurry. “It’s going to feel so good to submit, Sophia. I’m going to make you feel things you never imagined possible.”

Something shifted inside of the doll. It suddenly understood a new truth. It didn’t need to worry about anything when it could sit and listen, when it could submit and be touched, when it could be anything that Sir wanted it to be. It knew in its heart that once Sir made it cum, it wouldn’t want to go back. It couldn’t possibly go back to not feeling like this. It needed Sir to make it melt into nothing. To become whatever Sir wanted.

“Please, Sir,” it whispered.

“Soon.”

***

Sophia woke in its bed, heavy blankets covering its naked body. It remembered entering Sir's room, but it couldn't recall anything past then. It could feel something missing, just like before, but now… It almost felt like it had nothing to worry about anymore. Sir would take care of everything. Sophia didn't have to spend its time thinking about anything except what Sir wanted it to.

Though… He hadn’t really given it anything to think about at the moment. Sophia pushed the blankets off of itself and swung its legs over the side of the bed. The sigils that covered its body didn’t seem to worry it anymore. Whoever it was couldn’t have picked someone more beautiful to be their doll. Sophia smiled to itself. It felt so good to know that Sir thought of it that way. It wanted to be beautiful for him. It wanted to be beautiful for whoever Sir wanted to show it off to.

It left its room quietly, not bothering to get dressed. Sir certainly wouldn’t care if it was wandering his home naked. In fact, it felt… good. Its body tingled with arousal, though Sophia didn’t dare touch itself without permission. It didn’t remember when it learned that rule. He… When did Sir say something like that?

It doesn’t matter when he said it. It only matters that I obey Sir.

It prepared itself a light breakfast, finding a note on the table once it had taken a seat:

Sophia,

I’ve gone into town for a few supplies we were running short on. While I’m away, I expect you to continue with your sewing work. Your magic lessons will resume later this week once you’ve become more accustomed to our new arrangement. I’m excited to see just how well you perform now. You still have so much to learn.

Be good while I’m gone.

Miles

Sophia blinked at the signature on the note a few times. It could plainly see that Sir had written his name, but it somehow didn’t match how Sophia would have written it. It put a hand to its head. The last day had been such a whirlwind.

I don’t have time to worry about this. I need to get to work.

The thought felt divine, filling it with a familiar warmth. Sophia smiled. A weight had been lifted from its shoulders, worries that it didn’t realize it had still been carrying since leaving home. It didn’t need to think about all of those responsibilities it was still carrying from Nebela. There was too much to be done with Sir. Too much that it needed to learn from him, too much that it needed to feel him do to it. Sophia bit its lip as the warmth quickly began to turn to heat.

Focus, doll.

Sophia gathered itself and made its way down the hall. The door to the sewing room swung open with no trouble, beckoning it to step inside. Sophia looked down at its right arm. The sigils were becoming natural for it to look at. That was the kind of thing that it thought might scare it a few days ago. Today, it knew that Sir had everything under control. As long as it did exactly what he said, everything would be just fine.

This worktable was becoming more and more like home to Sophia. Today especially, there was a feeling of… belonging. A core feeling of knowing that it was exactly where it should be right now. It picked up the gorgeous teal dress that Sir had left for it. It was long, but there were cuts from the ankle to the hip on both sides. As far as damage went, all Sophia could find were a pair of cuts across the bust.

A second feeling started to take root in Sophia’s chest. This one was cold. Scared. Scared?

I saw this dress. This is the dress I looked at the other day. It didn’t have anything wrong with it then. Did…. Did Sir… do this? She took a deep breath. “No. No, I must have just missed it. This doesn’t… This doesn’t mean anything,” she whispered to no one. She didn’t need to panic. There had to be some kind of explanation for why this was happening. It wouldn’t make any sense for Sir to be damaging his own collection of clothes just for Sophia to fix them. Unless he wanted to isolate me. I've been alone with him while this all continued, and I've been so distracted by the lessons and, and–

A pulse of relaxing pleasure washed over it, pouring out of every sigil and soothing away its anxieties. dolls don’t think. Especially about things like that. The sigils pulsed again. With a mindless smile, Sophia set to work.

***

The dress fit perfectly. It didn't know why it ever doubted Sir, but it perfectly hugged her body. The teal fabric was soft and luxurious, and his fingertips running on its back made Sophia shiver. Each of the dress’ long sleeves was cut such that the sigils on Sophia’s arms were framed by them, revealing exactly what it was. The slits on the skirt of the dress were daring– far more revealing than anything Sophia ever would have worn on its own. Even with the dress, it really felt like almost every part of her was on display.

It felt wonderful.

Sophia beamed into the mirror. It adjusted its hair one last time, smoothing a few stray strands down. Sir had let her know that tonight would be special, though he never did mention why. Just that his doll would need to look its best.

That was exactly what Sophia would deliver.

Sir stood behind it, looking over its shoulder into the mirror. The two of them had traveled for a few days before checking into an inn in Ergrett. Sophia had never been to the town before. It never had been one to travel.

Sir strode over to stand in front of a window nearby, the setting sun casting long shadows over him. “Are you almost ready, my doll?”

Its heart swelled with pride. “Of course, Sir!” Sophia smiled and joined her owner, clinging to his arm and pressing its face against his shoulder from the side. “But you still haven’t told me what it is we’re going to be doing tonight.”

“And you still don’t understand that I’m not obligated to reveal that information to you.” He didn’t turn to look at it, though he did move his arm to let the doll cling to his body instead. “When we arrive, you'll understand just exactly what we're doing. But until then…”

“I'll be good, Sir. I promise,” Sophia pouted.

“Of course you will, doll. You don’t get to make that decision,” he stated matter of factly. “Follow me. Stay close. Don’t speak.” Sir gently brushed the doll off of him and walked out the door. Sophia scrambled after him. It didn’t dare open its mouth. They made their way through a long hall full of doors, each labeled with a number. Sir didn’t seem to be paying them much mind as he passed– He clearly knew where he was going. Stairs led them to the second floor.

Sophia sensed a change in the air the moment her foot met the plank of the wooden floor. The click of her heels was softer than it was seconds before. If Sir knew that something in the atmosphere had changed, he didn’t make any gesture towards it. I’m just being paranoid, it thought. You’re overanalyzing everything. Just relax and let Sir take care of the details.

When it finally snapped back to reality, Sophia was standing with Sir in front of a door labeled “237”. He raised his right hand, channeling glove active, painting a pattern into the door with his finger. Sophia watched intently. The pattern was some kind of magic circle, much too complicated for a doll to try and understand. Sophia smiled and waited for Sir to signal that it was time to go inside.

The door opened. Sir ushered it inside, and Sophia walked into the room as gracefully as she could manage. The room was much larger than she’d expected to see in this establishment– there was a double bed and enough open space in the room to accommodate another if they’d liked. Sophia turned its head to see a table on the other side of the room with three chairs. Only one of them had someone sitting in it.

A tall brunette woman was leaning forward at the table. Sophia did its best not to just stare– The woman was attractive enough to make it split its attention between her and Sir.

“It’s been some time now, hasn’t it Miles?” The woman in the corner flashed a bright smile, her emerald eyes shining alongside. “You look like you’re doing well for yourself.” Her voice was gentle. “Your letters about this girl’s condition have been fascinating to read, but…” She stood, walking around the table to approach Sophia. Sir quietly moved to the other side of the room where she once was, taking another seat at the table to watch the woman observe his doll. Her gloved right hand made contact with Sophia’s cheek.

Sophia felt paralyzed. It felt a distinct connection between the fingers touching her and her sigils. Clouds rolled in over its mind and it blinked, trying to keep itself present.

“I thought this might be of some interest to you, Gloria,” Sir’s voice was soft from the other side of the room. Sophia could hear the slight smile he wore. “It didn’t seem right to ask you to visit me until I was sure I had a proper sample to show you. Meet Sophia.” It felt Sir’s eyes pierce the fog keeping it from moving. “You may speak now, doll. Answer any questions Gloria may ask you.”

“Yes Sir,” it replied, a smile on its face. It bowed towards Gloria. “It’s wonderful to meet you Gloria.”

Gloria raised an eyebrow, bringing her hand from Sophia’s face to her own chin. “The feeling is mutual,” Gloria said, studying the doll. “Tell me, Sophia. Do you understand what’s happening to you?”

Sir scoffed from the corner. “Please, Gloria. You insult me!”

“Sir is protecting me from an unknown assailant who cursed me. Until we understand who placed this curse on me, I’m under his protection,” Sophia said. “Sir is also teaching me magic, so that I might defend myself in the future.”

The doll hoped that its answer was good enough. Its anxiety was relieved when Gloria smiled down at it. “Well, isn’t that nice. He’s a true gentleman to be helping you so much, isn't he?”

“Oh yes! I owe Sir so much more than I could describe!”

“Are you satisfied now?” Sir’s voice.

Gloria picked up one of the chairs from the table and walked it into the middle of the open space on the far side of the room. She gestured for Sophia to join her. “Stand behind the chair.”

Sophia took its position as directed. Gloria walked up behind it and laid her gloved hand on Sophia’s bare back. It felt something tugging– Like strings?-- on the sigils at its wrists and ankles. They pulled her hand away from its body, and the sensation only became stronger. The strings tugged it forward by the wrists, forcing it into a position where it was completely leaned over the back of the chair. It felt both of its ankles being tugged apart, forcing its legs open. The longer it felt the strings directing it, the better it felt. Sophia didn’t fight, making soft sounds of confusion and arousal as it was posed.

“Is that right? All it takes to turn you on is posing you?” Gloria was circling the chair, passing in front of Sophia while she spoke. “You really were the perfect candidate for this experiment. How did Miles find you, I wonder?” Sophia looked up at Gloria, now towering over her. She was tall and sharp, staring down at it with an assuredness that made it feel small. Insignificant. She placed the index finger of her gloved hand under Sophia’s chin and tilted its eyes up to meet hers. Sophia found that it couldn’t tear its eyes away from hers.

It heard shifting near the table. “It was alone in Nebela. Frankly, I’m doing it a favor.”

Sophia was lost in Gloria’s eyes, but it heard the woman snort at her owner. “Please. You’re doing yourself a favor. Keep talking.”

“It was alone in Nebela, though I have to acknowledge that it was well loved in its community. It mostly performed odd jobs for anyone who asked. A talented girl being wasted.” He was next to Sophia now. “It was already by itself when I arrived. After determining that it would be an excellent candidate for the experiment, I went ahead and employed its services for a time. Tell Gloria what you do for me, doll.”

“Whatever Sir requires,” Sophia heard itself reply. It remained in place, staring up into Gloria’s eyes. “I have primarily spent time with Sir repairing various articles of clothing while under his protection.”

Sophia’s sigils felt warm, letting it relax. It felt its eyes getting heavy, but didn’t dare try and look away from Gloria. “And you haven’t found anything amiss? You trust Miles? You don’t think he’s doing anything to you?” Her tone was gentle, coaxing the answer out of Sophia.

“You… Sir?” Sophia’s brow furrowed, trying to think the question over. “Why…? S-Sir has done nothing but help me. W-why would I… Sir is–” Sophia felt a hard tug at its wrists, pulling them behind its back. “Why would… Why would you ask me that…?”

“Oh dear… You really are gone, aren’t you?” Gloria delighted in watching Sophia struggle. “I’m so sorry to confuse you, Sophia. You seem like a very nice girl.” Sophia’s sigils pulsed again. It moaned softly and blinked slowly up at the woman. “Do you miss what you used to do? Who you used to be, Sophia?”

Sir grit his teeth. “I really should have known you would do everything you could to break it. You can stop whenever you like. It’s bound to me.”

“I-I-I– I d-do miss that, I… think?” Sophia tripped over its words, barely able to keep from dropping into trance. “But S-Sir needs me, a-and its n-not safe for a stray doll to wander all over town!”

Another tug. Strings from Sophia’s shoulders pulled her back into an upright position. It tried to move again. It had no luck. Gloria took the chair and pushed it aside, standing right in front of the doll. “You’re sure about that, Miles?” Gloria caressed Sophia’s cheek. The doll whined as sparks traveled from Gloria’s fingers, down its spine, and between its legs. “Do you think I could pry it away from you? Because it feels like I could pry it away from you if I really wanted.”

“You could try. But you won’t take it from me.” Sophia could feel Sir behind it now. His hand met its back now and it shivered, mewling. “It’s rather devoted to me. Isn’t that right, Sophia?” he asked. He wrapped his arms around it, holding its chest in his hands while he kissed its shoulders.

Sophia’s mouth fell open, eyes locked into Gloria’s while Sir held it close. It was so hard to form words. It was so hard to do anything. Sophia struggled to conjure a thought and failed. It still heard a single phrase leave its lips. “Yes, Sir.”

Gloria brought her gloved hand down to Sophia’s thigh. She played with the slit in Sophia’s dress before very deliberately tracing her index and middle fingers over the skirt. The fabric fell away as if expertly cut, leaving Sophia’s midriff and sex exposed. Sophia couldn’t look away from Gloria’s eyes and down at its body, where thick black sigils had appeared on its hips. Gloria put her hand on its bare, smooth pubic mound. “I have to admit, making it fall in love with you was a smart move.” Sophia whined, desperately wishing it could buck its hips forward, to try and get Gloria’s fingers to touch its needy cunt.

Gloria finally broke eye contact with Sophia. “Did you bring it here just to tell me what you’d done?” She looked over to Sir with a mischievous expression. The gloved hand teased Sophia, tracing fingers back and forth but never reaching between the doll’s thighs. “Or are you going to graciously allow me a turn with your new toy?”

“Gloria, what kind of man do you think I am?” Sir leaned forward, kissing Sophia’s ear. “My doll, you’re going to obey everything that Gloria here tells you, aren’t you?” He brought his right hand up to tilt Sophia’s head back. It didn’t resist at all. It couldn’t resist at all.

“Yes, Sir,” it whispered. It would. It didn’t have a choice.

The strings tugged Sophia’s hands back to life, reaching down behind it to feel for Sir’s cock. It wasn’t difficult to find, and the sigils on its fingers tingled as they wrapped around him. He gasped in surprise, something Sophia had yet to hear from him. Its lips twitched into a smile.

Gloria moved her fingers carefully, puppeting Sophia into following her to the double bed. Sir followed closely behind the doll. Gloria discarded the robe she’d been wearing, revealing bare skin beneath. She was clearly expecting this outcome when she agreed to meet. She gracefully crawled onto the bed and spread her legs. Sophia’s eyes were instantly drawn to her cunt.

When Sophia found itself at the end of the bed, the strings pulled its upper body over the bed, lowering it such that its face was just between Gloria’s thighs. It couldn’t tear its eyes away from her.

“You didn’t need to ruin the dress, you know,” Sir said. He put his hands on Sophia’s ass, making it gasp. He pushed the doll forward, getting its face close enough to Gloria’s wet pussy to make its own mouth water. Sir grabbed the back panel of the dress, the last thing covering Sophia, and flipped it up onto the doll’s back to get it out of his way. Sophia felt his cock press up against its folds and gasped again. It wanted to beg for Sir to thrust into it. It couldn’t get the words out.

“Why do you care?” Gloria leaned forward, running her hands through Sophia’s brown hair. The touch was gentle, sweet. “Aren’t you just going to have your doll fix it anyway?” The hand in its hair balled into a fist and yanked it forward, burying Sophia’s face in her sex. Sophia began eagerly licking, tasting every inch of flesh Gloria offered to her. Gloria ground her hips into Sophia’s face, groaning while the doll pleasured her.

While its focus was suddenly completely on Gloria, Sir made sure that his doll wouldn’t forget who it belonged to. He finally put his hands on its hips and pushed his cock into the doll’s cunt. Sophia yelped, overwhelmed with pleasure while its face was pushed even harder against Gloria. It needed to please her. It needed to please Sir. It was made for this. Sophia felt the strings tugging its arms, wrapping them around Gloria’s thighs and steadying it while Sir fucked it from behind.

Sophia felt bliss like she had never experienced in her life. Everything about this felt right. It was meant to be used, it was meant to be touched and prodded and played with by anyone Sir allowed. It would never argue with him – How could it possibly consider that when obedience felt this incredible, when obedience sent shocks of pleasure through its body over and over again. Its sigils tingled. Sophia traced its tongue around Gloria’s clit, its mouth pushed harder and harder against Gloria with every one of Sir’s thrusts.

Gloria groaned loudly and shook, wrapping her legs around Sophia’s head, locking it in place. Sophia didn’t seem to notice, completely focused on Gloria’s sex. It needed to make her cum. It didn’t care about anything else. It needed to pleasure Sir. It needed to pleasure Gloria.

“F– Fuuuhhh… Fuck, were you always like this? Or d-did he really make you this desperate? Ghhh–” Gloria’s thighs squeezed Sophia’s head as she came. Sophia didn’t stop, Sir’s cock still buried inside of it. “Gods… It doesn’t matter.” Gloria relaxed her legs and twirled her fingers, using the invisible strings to tug Sophia up so she could look into its empty eyes. Its mouth hung open, its face coated in Gloria’s wetness. Sophia’s eyes rolled with every one of Sir’s thrusts. Gloria grinned at it. “He really did it, didn’t he?” She sat up and placed her hand on Sophia’s cheek, then moved it under its chin. Gloria leaned forward and kissed the doll, her tongue diving into its mouth. Sophia barely knew how to respond, moaning into Gloria’s mouth.

Sir was still fucking it relentlessly. His grip on its hips tightened, and Sophia knew that he was nearly ready. The pleasure was overwhelming, but Sophia knew it wouldn’t cum. Not until Sir said so. Not even with his cock buried inside of it. It was a doll, and dolls didn’t do anything without their owner’s permission.

Gloria broke the kiss and took Sophia’s face into her hands. “You’re so fucked, doll.” Sir kept thrusting. “It’s incredible. You don’t even understand what he’s done to you. What he’s taken from you. But you don’t care, do you?”

“No,” it said, voice small and hoarse after being used by both mages. “Sir is everything to me.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Gloria muttered. “Gods, I wish I’d found you first.” She locked eyes with Sophia again. “I’m going to watch him finish inside of you, doll. And that just makes it better, doesn’t it? He loves showing you off. Can’t you tell?”

“Yes!” Sophia gasped, barely coherent, desperately trying to answer Gloria’s questions. “I– It’s just a doll, it doesn’t need to be anything else, it–”

“That’s right. You’re just a doll. You’re a very good doll.” Gloria looked behind Sophia for a moment, then locked eyes again. “He’s close, Sophia. And it’s going to break that silly little brain of yours again.”

Sophia smiled at that. It didn’t need a mind to think anymore. It just needed to obey. To feel this good. To be broken over and over again, reminded that it wasn’t anything more than a toy for Sir. It was all it had ever wanted to be, past, present, and future. Nothing else mattered.

Sir slammed into the doll, grunting and leaning over it as he came, cock buried deep inside of its cunt. He was using the strings too, yanking Sophia back against him. Sophia’s eyes fluttered, the feeling overwhelming it. The moment was perfect, pleasure overtaking every other sense Sophia had. Gloria grinned at the doll. “There you go. Just let everything else go. Pleasing us feels better than any orgasm you could ever have.”

The doll felt itself nod lazily. It couldn’t argue with any of what she’d said. “Now drift, little doll. Down, down, down into trance.” Gloria’s gloved hand caressed Sophia’s cheek. “Your Sir and I have business to discuss.” She leaned forward and kissed it again. “If you’re lucky, I’ll wake you up and let you taste me again. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Please,” it whispered. The doll dangled over the bed, suspended by the invisible strings puppeting it.

“Good doll.”

The strings gave way. Sophia crashed down onto the bed, passing out as soon as she touched the linen.