It was 2 am as Jan got into the cab. The sweet smell of incense hit her as she relaxed into her seat. Phone still in hand, Jan pulled the door closed, and the driver pulled onto the street.

"Where am I taking you, dollygirl?"

Jan blinked her big doe eyes a few times. It was like a light went out in her head.

"Wherever you want."

Jan had meant to give him the address of her home on Staten Island. Maybe the alcohol was getting to her. She should take it easy. Jan closed her eyes and mumbled,

"You can take dollygirl anywhere you'd like."

None of this seemed strange to Jan. Just the ordinary taxi ride back from Midtown that she could doze off with the lights of New York City gently dancing through her closed eyelids. She scarcely noticed that the driver had put his hand on her thigh. A soft smile formed on Jan's lips. She looked so pretty all dolled up like this. That's all she could think about. Dolls didn't have thoughts. They just looked pretty as their owner did whatever they wanted with them. And since she was becoming a doll, her last thoughts should be on making sure she is as perfect of a doll as possible. Somewhere across the universe, Jan's phone fell from her limp hand. The clunk of it landing on the floor barely registered. The cab driver looked over. His pretty young passenger was already mostly there. She just needed some encouragement.

"That's right, dollygirl. Just let it happen..."

Jan's lipsticked mouth opened into a blank O as her jaw fell slack. The last words Jan will ever speak have already rolled off her tongue. Now, its primary purpose will be sucking cock.

The cab was now driving north along FDR drive, the completely wrong direction for going to Jan's house. But Jan had no awareness of anything anymore and no care to be anywhere doing anything but letting Master play with her here in his cab as she went blank. Her cunt was dripping wet, and Master's hand was already in her panties. Jan's breath quickened as he rubbed her clit, and her ab muscles instinctively tightened to grind against Master's hand. It didn't matter that none of this was registered as conscious awareness in the dull plastic nothingness of Jan's mind. Her doll body was so fucking ready for its inevitable fucking, and Master's big veiny cock was already twitching for it.