Its surroundings were soft and soothing, as if it were wrapped in a blanket from head to toe, being hugged from all directions. In as much as it was capable of feeling at all right now, it felt cosy and comfy, even with the odd position its body had been contorted into, and the occasional bumping and jostling from outside. Warmth permeated its whole body, its skin humming, its nipples tingling, its cunt fluttering.

Unable to process the passage of time, Jelly Doll didn’t know how long it’d been in the small, almost pitch-black space. Before, back at Hailee’s house, it could be found standing at attention by the front door, waiting for its companions to be ready to leave. It purposely started getting ready before anyone else, eager to keep to the same routine it’d established at home in LA. Once ready, it positioned itself to the left of the door, up against the wall, and froze in place, a patient smile on its face.

The others gradually trickled through, talking amongst themselves, barely glancing at the doll on display. The exception was Alyssa, who rarely passed up an opportunity to play with her toy girlfriend. Closing Jelly’s right eye to make it appear to be winking, she lifted up its plain black top to expose the more decorative azure bra beneath, using its own left hand to hold the bottom edge of the garment up to the side of its face, a point pinned against the left corner of its beaming mouth. Then she left it alone again, now posed so it was flashing its tits with a cheeky wink and a grin.

Richard and Milo were the last to join them, the latter rolling along with him a large ensign blue wheeled suitcase. If Jelly Doll had been conscious, it would’ve questioned that. It wasn’t as if they were leaving leaving, they were just paying a visit to the convention. As it was, it couldn’t wonder about it.

Milo laid the case flat on the floor in front of Jelly, whom Richard put back in its original position, ignoring AJ’s little noise of complaint in the background. Then he picked it up in his usual way - one hand under its armpit, the other between its legs - and lifted it into the case, which Milo had opened for him. Its sandalled feet landed on a surface made of thin silvery material.

It took a little work, and some help from Alyssa and Milo, but he managed to lower Jelly down to its knees and then fold its flexible body into a foetal position, lying comfortably on the silken interior of the suitcase. Its butt was against the floor, its hands were interlocked between its calves and thighs, and its forehead was resting on its knees. Once he was satisfied that it was tucked neatly inside, including any stray strands of hair, he closed the lid and zipped it up - but not all the way, leaving a reasonable gap to provide it with air and a little light.

Jelly Doll felt its container being lifted upright. There was a sliding motion and a loud click from above - the handle of the case being extended - and then it was tilted sideways, being held on a slight incline, as it was rolled out of the apartment. It felt, as much as it heard, the wheels rolling along smooth linoleum and then rougher terrain outside.

Despite its unprecedented predicament, the living fuckdoll stayed perfectly still, smiling broadly, its erogenous zones throbbing, this new form of helplessness thrilling it beyond measure. It had mentioned, a few times this week, how much it enjoyed being stashed away somewhere dark and quiet when it wasn’t being used, as if it truly were nothing more than a toy. Even if it hadn’t, its reaction to Hailee’s toybox would’ve been a dead giveaway. Clearly, Master and the others had been taking notes.

‘Claustrophilia’, that was the word. Jelly looked it up earlier that week, although in hindsight it could’ve figured it out by itself - after all, it was the opposite of claustrophobia. To crave confinement, to love being contained, to get deeply aroused when shut in a small space. Jelly Doll was pretty positive it was a claustrophile. So was Hailee. AJ too, probably, since being trapped would play into her intense kink for powerlessness. Sabby was the fervent opposite, unable to be penned in for very long without becoming genuinely anxious, while it was unlikely S3 much cared one way or the other.

The suitcase rolled to a stop, and then it was being lifted up and put down again, now wedged into a gap of some kind - not a tight one, but it didn’t feel like there was much empty space either side. (Jelly Doll didn’t know it at the time, but it had been slotted into the footwell of one of the back seats of Hailee’s car.) A door slammed in the near distance, but didn’t startle the sex toy out of its static state. Nor did the sound and feeling of the engine rumbling to life beneath it, and the sense of motion as the vehicle began its journey.

Nothing troubled the blank, placid Jelly Doll. There was no reason to worry, no cause for alarm. It was perfectly safe, sitting so still, nestled inside its new travel bag, curled up quietly creaming itself, its beaming face pressed into its navy blue pinstriped trousers. In the event that it got tired, uncomfortable, or anxious, and needed to free itself, the small gap granting it an air flow and meagre illumination could also act as an escape hatch, allowing it to safely climb out into the back of Hailee’s car.

There was no reason to assume it would. It could stay like this forever. It didn’t need anything else. It was just a toy, a possession, mere hand luggage. And though it couldn’t remember how to be a person at that moment, the person it once dreamed it was loved this so fucking much. Indeed, once the group reached the convention hall, wheeled the suitcase inside, unzipped it and unfroze its contents, Jelly Doll would rave endlessly about how much it enjoyed being transported like that. Richard and AJ would offer to make a habit of it before it even had a chance to ask them.