“Stupid flat tire,” Millie muttered as she ran towards her sorority house, nearly an hour late. She passed a skeleton sunbathing in a bikini on the front lawn, holding up a sign for the big Halloween party starting in two hours. It was a great gag but it only hammered in Millie’s guilt even more since she was supposed to be here on the decoration committee. Kate and Caroline were definitely going to tease her about being late and lazy and doing it on purpose to not put in the work.
    Not to mention how pissed Artemis was gonna be with her. The huge Halloween party had basically been the goth girl’s pet project all year, and Artemis was definitely going to be disappointed in her for failing to show up and do her part. It especially stung since Millie had only signed up on decoration committee as a chance to get closer to the gorgeous goth girl. 
    Now it didn’t matter how cute or slutty of a costume Millie wore tonight; there was no way in hell that Artemis would want to see her. 
    Or so Millie thought until the front door opened just as she was reaching for it, revealing Artemis standing there with a huge, beautiful grin on her face.
    “Millie! I thought that was you I saw running up!”
    “I’m sorry! My car got a flat and-”
    “It’s fine,” Artemis said with a casual ease that took Millie by surprise. Artemis had spent the last week stressing over the party, to the point where she was even snapping at the other girls. That’s why Millie had been so anxious about being late, only now Artemis appeared perfectly pleased with everything. When Millie got close Artemis even snatched her up into a hug. “I was worried you wouldn’t be able to join in with the decorations, but you made it just in time!”
    Millie was perfectly intoxicated by the jasmine smell of Artemis’ curly hair. Not to mention the smooth texture of the tights that Millie felt her hands resting on as she hugged the other girl back.
    Artemis pulled away and now Millie could appreciate her costume: full body black tights that hugged every curve perfectly, complete with a fake cat tail stitched to her lower back. Not to mention the fuzzy black cat ears on a headband that Millie just wanted to pet. The only weird part of Artemis’ sexy cat costume was the strange amulet dangling around her neck. The purple crystal on it was even glowing faintly, probably lit by some battery.
    “You look incredible,” was all Millie could say. For her part Artemis drank up the praise, turning around to pose so she could be admired even more. “What’s up with the weird necklace though?”
    “Oh this? I found it in a thrift store. It’s magic.”
    Millie cocked her head. “So you’re going as like a magic cat?”
    “Sure, let’s go with that.” Artemis stifled a laugh, which sounded more than a little sinister. “Anyway, come on in and see the party decorations for yourself. I think the girls outdid themselves.”
    Artemis gave that almost sinister laugh again, which only worried Millie that the comment was a dig at her absence from helping out. But instead Artemis grabbed her wrist and giddily dragged her into the sorority’s big main room where the party would be held.
    The place had been totally transformed. Black curtains had been hung along the walls, with purple and orange streamers dangling from overhead. Fake cobwebs and bats were peppered around the room, and there was even a big bowl of candy set up on a stool in the back.
    Millie almost would have said it resembled some kids idea of a Halloween party, except for all the costumed sex dolls posed around the room.
    At first she thought they were mannequins, but there was no way mannequins would have anatomically correct bits like what she was seeing. There was a mummy standing by the entrance, it’s body wrapped up in toilet paper but leaving plenty of ‘skin’ exposed. Millie’s jaw dropped when she saw the fake mummy’s surprisingly big tits hanging out for everyone to see. 
    That was nothing compared to the doll propped up on the couch nearby. It was a perfectly normal creepy looking doll, perfect for Halloween with clown make up painted over it’s smiling face, and wearing some pink Victorian dress. The scandalous part was how the dress was hiked up to flash a realistic looking pussy. It even looked wet. There was even a witch in a loose black nightie and pointy black hat standing behind the snack table, it’s hands posed holding a wooden handle as if it were stirring the fake cauldron in front of it. The witch doll looked ready to serve a nasty brew in the lingerie, complete with fishnet stockings and a bare ass hardly covered by the matching black thong.
    Millie’s eyes darted around the room in amazement: there had to be at least twenty of the realistic sex dolls, each in their own unique slutty Halloween outfit.
    Several thoughts went through Millie’s head, but she had to ask the most urgent first.
    “Where did you get all these sex dolls?”
    Artemis cackled with glee. “They’re great, aren’t they? Super realistic too. Practically real. You should go ahead and give them a try.” She waved invitingly towards the mummy doll nearby.
    Millie gulped as she stepped up to it. She’d never considered herself the kind of person to use a sex doll before, mostly because realistic dolls like that always gave her the creeps, but it helped that this one’s face was wrapped up completely in toilet paper. It really did look like a sexy female mummy. And Artemis wanting to see Millie feeling up the doll’s tits might have been flirting? Possibly?
    So Millie dared herself to reach out and plant her hand on one of the doll’s bare tits. Her fingers nestled against the soft, warm flesh, and a thrill ran through her. It wasn’t like touching some mannequin like she expected. This felt real. Too real.
    Suddenly Millie couldn’t stop herself from imagining that this was a real person she was groping. A stranger, dressed up and posed for everyone to see. For everyone to grope, just like she was groping her. Millie glanced over at Artemis’ leering face and her cheeks went red.
    Because now Millie was fantasizing that it was herself standing exposed in the middle of the room, face covered in toilet paper so that she wouldn’t be able to see who might be looking at her. So that she couldn’t see who was touching her. The slutty mummy costume leaving her tits bared for anyone to come up and grab. For someone like Artemis to come up and tease her nipples, to play with them and taunt her.
    And if Millie was pretending to be a sex doll mummy then what would stop Artemis from just tearing some of that toilet paper at her hips aside to see her pussy? Nothing at all. Why Artemis could just reach out and slide her fingers right into Millie’s soaked pussy, and Millie would just stay there frozen in place, loving every second of being so casually used. Would she be able to stay silent and still as Artemis used her? As anyone used her?
    Millie snapped herself out of the fantasy forcefully. As intensely erotic as the humiliating fantasy was, Millie had to remember where she was and who she was with. She was standing in the empty party room, alone except for Artemis and the mummy sex doll. The mummy sex doll she was still groping absently.
    She yanked her hands back, blushing harder.
    “You really seemed to be enjoying yourself there,” Artemis teased. She was stroking at her amulet with one hand, fingers playing with the glowing purple stone, and for some reason it sent a chill down Millie’s spine. Like her body was sensing some unseen danger, a predator ready to snap her up.
    Millie looked around the Halloween party, something finally dawning on her. “Hey, where are the other girls?”
    “What? Worried they saw you feeling up a sex doll?” Artemis snickered. “You really seemed to get lost in her tits. Thinking up dirty thoughts?”
    It was too close to the truth for Millie to hide. The last thing she wanted was Artemis making fun of her, not when she was this outrageously horny from fantasizing something so perverted right in front of her crush. Any other time Millie might have turned tail and ran for it.
    Only Artemis was the one who had set up the sex dolls for the party. She could have just used mannequins and dressed them up slutty for a gag, like the plastic skeleton in the bikini on the front lawn. Instead she must have spent a ton of money on these realistic sex toys. Artemis wouldn’t have sprung for something so life-like if she clearly wasn’t enjoying them too.
    Maybe Artemis had the same kind of kinky streak that Millie had been hiding all this time?
    Forcing down her embarrassment Millie put on a confident smile to match the one Artemis wore. “Actually, I was thinking some dirty thoughts.”
    That took Artemis by surprise, but her feline grin only grew wider. Hungrier. “Oh really? What were you imagining that got you so worked up?”
    Millie blinked. Why hadn’t she spent more time learning how to talk dirty with cute girls? Floundering for something to do, Millie noticed the mummy sex doll again. 
    “I was just thinking how real it felt,” Millie said, with what she hoped was a seductive tone. “And wondering if the rest of it was as realistic too.”
    Before she could second guess herself Millie stuck out her hand and plunged it between the dolls legs to feel it up. She was hoping Artemis would appreciate a daring move like that. And the truth was that Millie actually was curious about what a sex doll’s pussy might feel like.
    Her fingers pressed up through the toilet paper wrapped around the fake mummy’s crotch and instantly found a warm, soaked pussy waiting for her. The sex doll trembled, it’s chest heaved slightly, and the faintest moan escaped it. Millie stared in absolute shock, so surprised that she didn’t even think about her fingers sliding up into the sex doll’s pussy. 
    No, the real girl’s pussy, the one pretending to have been a doll this whole time. The mummy girl’s slick cunt clenched around Millie’s fingers greedily.
    Millie’s brain was trying to process what it was feeling. It was an actual person dressed up half naked, tits out, in the middle of their party. Some perverted girl pretending to be just a decoration. Who didn’t even flinch when Millie groped her breasts.
    It was someone living out the depraved fantasy Millie had been craving just seconds before. 
    “Damn,” Artemis purred. “I didn’t think you’d actually go that far. Guess you know the secret now.”
    “Secret?” Millie asked, oblivious to her fingers still buried in the mysterious mummy girl’s pussy. Then all at once she realized what was happening and yanked her hand back. The toilet paper that had been looped around her hips tore away, revealing a dripping set of pussy lips with a soft strip of pubic hair above. Even being exposed like this the other girl didn’t move a muscle. Just stayed so still that Millie wouldn’t even be able to tell she was breathing if she didn’t know the truth.
    She had to know. A burning jealousy suddenly rose up inside of her and Millie had to know who this awesomely slutty girl was. Because Artemis was in on the joke, meaning she and Artemis must have done this stuff before. And if Artemis already had an awesome, slutty, kinky girl like that in her life then that wouldn’t leave any room for her to join in.
    Millie grabbed at the toilet paper wrapped around the mummy’s head. Artemis lunged for her but was too slow; Millie tore the paper mask apart, and gasped in shock at who she saw.
    “Caroline?” 
    The studious brunette was one of her best friends in the sorority. They’d known each other for years. If there was anyone Millie would have been certain wasn’t a Halloween exhibitionist, she would have said Caroline. Yet here she was, dripping wet and practically naked, her face totally absent of any guilt or shame about what she was doing. In fact Caroline’s face was a total blank, as if she was still pretending to be a doll.
    Artemis reached for the broken strands of toilet paper falling around Caroline’s shoulders, her mask ruined. “Oh come on, now I gotta go get another roll to cover her face back up.”
    “How are you doing this?”
    Artemis turned to her, a wicked expression spreading across her face. “I’m impressed you figured out I’m behind this. All the other girls were so slow to realize what I was doing.”
    Artemis was behind this? It completely shocked Millie. Her question had been directed at Caroline, wondering how she could possibly be so brave as to do this. Millie had always lacked the courage to live out her exhibitionist fantasies.
    Except how could Artemis be responsible for Caroline posing naked?
    Now that she was looking closer Millie realized that Caroline’s expression still hadn’t changed. She appeared half-asleep, eyes staring into the distance as if not even aware of them.
    Like she was in a trance or something. 
    And Artemis had mentioned the other girls catching on to her, yet none of them were here now to complain or warn Millie. The only other people around beside Millie and Artemis were all the other sex dolls posed around the room.
    Millie whirled around to take in the party with new eyes. Now when she looked at the posed dolls she began to recognize them. The clown doll in the pretty dress had Brenda’s curvy figure, and her broad nose painted white in that clown make up. 
    There was a cheerleader on the floor, posed with her legs spread in a split and her pussy out for all to see, but she was wearing Pauline’s cheer outfit, and Pauline’s honey blond hair tied into pig tails. And Pauline’s bright blue eyes, staring in a wide, dazed smile. As Millie ran up and clapped her hands in the frozen cheerleader’s face she only blinked slowly, completely unresponsive.
    “Pauline?” Millie asked, heart racing as she reached out. But shaking Pauline’s shoulder only made the frozen cheerleader fall over onto her back, legs still perfectly stuck out in a split. She hadn’t moved at all as she fell. Like she really was a doll.
    Artemis broke into a cackling laugh as Millie ran around the room examining her frozen, reaction-less sorority sisters. They were all on the decorations committee with her and Artemis, but now they were dressed up in skimpy, slutty Halloween outfits that made them look ridiculous.
    They didn’t react when Millie called their names.
    They didn’t react when Millie shook them.
    They didn’t react when Millie’s shaking hands squeezed their tits.
    They didn’t react when Millie grabbed their asses, biting her lip.
    They didn’t even react when Millie slid her hand down to their crotch, finding the only part of their bodies that would actually react to her touch. Every entranced decoration was as insanely turned on as Millie herself was.
    “I think you’re enjoying this,” Artemis called mockingly. “Still can’t believe what I’ve done to everyone?”
    Millie knew that Artemis was watching her this whole time. Watching as she felt up their frozen in place friends, searching for any reaction. But Artemis still seemed to think that Millie was scared by all of this. On some level she was scared, of course.
    Yet that fear was nothing compared to Millie’s overflowing total arousal. Here were college girls ranging from party girls to meek nerds, all equally blank and smiling as they are put on display like sex dolls. Millie desperately wanted to know what they were thinking. Were they aware of her groping them? Was that why they were all so horny too? Were they all enjoying being put on display and free to be used as much as Millie would in their place?
    Millie kept running from girl to girl, needing to examine them all. Not to find someone still awake, like Artemis must be thinking, but because Millie couldn’t bare not seeing what had become of all her friends. That she might miss one of them frozen like a slutty Halloween doll.
    Millie ran past a bedsheet ghost in the corner before doubling back. She’d almost dismissed the lame costume as a regular party prop until she saw the bare feet poking out from under the white sheet. Only the bedsheet ghost was hardly slutty, like every other girl had been. Maybe Artemis had run out of costumes?
    It was a terrifying option, because it meant that Artemis wouldn’t have something fun prepared for when it was her turn.
    Millie shivered. She really was going to have her turn next, wasn’t she? Put in a trance somehow like everyone else. Stripped and posed and totally helpless. Millie was so lost in her thoughts about what she would be like that she took a step towards the ghost without thinking.
    Suddenly the bedsheet ghost threw up it’s arms. “Booooo,” it moaned in a muted, sleepy voice. It was a completely lame scare, but even that slight movement had taken Millie totally off guard and made her scream with fright.
    Millie fell back and landed on her ass, staring up in awe as the ghost slowly lowered her arms back down, the bedsheet settling around her body. Now that Millie studied her closer the sheet was thin, so thin that she could just barely make out the body underneath. Millie moved to get up and the ghost automatically raised it’s arms once again as it let out another unenthusiastic boo.
    This time, however, Millie was watching as the sheet lifted up with the ghost’s arms, flashing the lower half of her body and proving she was completely naked. When the arms lowered, the sheet slid back down to cover her.
    Millie slid forward, waving a hand experimentally. Once again the girl under the sheet raised her arms. “Boooo,” she groaned without energy, oblivious to her soaked pussy on display right before Millie’s eyes.
    “Motion activated. Pretty neat, huh?”
    Millie turned back to Artemis, her heart pounding as the black cat girl drew near. “You made her say boo?”
    “Seemed appropriate for a ghost. Honestly I couldn’t think of what else to do with her,” Artemis added with a shrug. “I had slutty costumes for everyone else, but couldn’t think of how to make her sexy and inviting as a ghost.”
    “Can you make them all move?” Millie asked, suddenly amazed at the possibilities. Her friends weren’t just frozen in place like dolls, but could be controlled by Artemis too?
    “I only managed to set her and Kate to be interactive before I noticed you coming in.” To prove her point Artemis walked over to the snack table, right over to the fake witch frozen at the fake cauldron. “Kate, go ahead and activate.”
    Without a word Kate’s arms began to move, her hands swinging around in a circular motion as if she were stirring the cauldron. There was something unnatural about her movement though. Her arms worked in slow, jerky movements, almost like she were purposefully made to act like a janky animatronic. And Kate’s expression never changed beneath the pointed witch hat, her lips caught in a frozen smile.
    Millie approached slowly, watching her friend’s robotic movements with awe. Artemis appeared to be drinking in Millie’s reaction. She waited until Millie was close before she waved a hand over the snacks. Kate instantly leaned forward, motion activated just like the bedsheet ghost girl. Only as Kate bent over the cauldron the loose fitting black lingerie she wore drooped beneath her, completely flashing her small perky tits.
    “Want a taste?” asked Kate in a husky, emotionless voice. She remained frozen like that above the cauldron for a few seconds, tits exposed and bare ass thrust out behind her, before she slid back to a regular standing position, her arms resuming their circular stirring at the cauldron.
    Millie reached out for her friend, enough to activate her again. Once more Kate bent forward, with all the agency of a haunted house animatronic.
    “Want a taste?”
    Millie stared at her friend’s tits, thinking that she really did want a taste. Not just of her friend’s tantalizing breasts, but also her humiliating position. Made to obey such silly directions, helpless to stop herself from being nothing more than a puppet.
    Yes, Millie wanted a taste. But how the hell was she going to bring herself to ask Artemis to do to her what she’d done with everyone else?
    Which is when she noticed the sinister gleam in Artemis’ eyes. And the purple amulet now clutched in her hand.
    “Don’t worry, Millie. Everyone is oh so happy to be decorations for my party. Aren’t you happy, my pretty dolls?”
    Every posed doll in the room spoke at once, without shifting or changing position. “Yes Mistress Artemis.”
    Millie felt a shudder of need pass over her.
    Artemis was stalking closer, going in for the kill. In a loud voice she called out, “Don’t you all want to see Millie become a pretty decoration too?”
    This time Millie heard them all respond, but her eyes were on Kate’s rigid expression as her friend said, “Yes Mistress Artemis.”
    It was going to happen. Artemis was gonna turn her into a mindlessly happy sex doll like the other girls. She was going to be stripped and dressed up in a ridiculous costume. Posed and put on display. Helpless against anyone who would want to use her.
    Millie was almost about to smile and thank Artemis for it. Except Artemis was chuckling like she was some kind of supervillain. Clearly she was getting off on scaring her, teasing her about what any sane person would see as a terrible fate. If Millie revealed how into this she was it would spoil things for Artemis. And she’d never want to take away something so important from her.
    So Millie threw a dramatic hand out and pleaded, “Please don’t turn me into a sex doll, Artemis! I don’t want everyone to get off groping me and feeling me up!” 
    “Aww, poor Millie. You look so cute when you’re scared.” Artemis licked her lips, while Millie tried to keep that fake scared expression. “I’d consider letting you go, really I would, but you see I need a proper candy bowl for the party. Someone to offer something sweet to all our guests.”
    Millie glanced back at the bowl of candy, propped on top of a stool against the back wall. What did Artemis have planned for her? Her panties were totally soaked at the ideas flashing through her head.
    “Millie.”
    She looked back and was blinded by a flash of purple light. Artemis held the purple amulet before her, it’s light pouring over Millie in warm, sensual waves. Millie’s muscles went limp, her body sagging. Millie’s eyes absorbed the purple light, feeling heavy and oh so sleepy. Even her mind grew tired as the purple light filtered into her. Millie gazed into the glowing amulet as her thoughts were smothered to sleep, until there was nothing left in her head except a pulsing thread of purple pleasure.
    Artemis kept the amulet up to her face, smirking and admiring the expression of shock that Millie had been frozen into. Her mouth open wide in surprise, those soft pink lips of hers looking so inviting.
    The other girls she’d ordered to have neutral expressions, or smile like a cheery doll. But there was something exquisite about Millie’s face. That muted surprise, almost with a blank happiness hiding underneath. Artemis decided that it would be a crime to wipe that expression away.
    “Millie, keep your face making that cute expression. Stand up straight.”
    The surprised expression remained in place as Millie’s back straightened, her arms and legs fixing into place.
    “Millie, I want you to… Strip off your shoes, socks, shorts and panties.”
    Without a word Millie bent down to strip from the waist down, her lips frozen in that delicious open position the whole time. Artemis was going to just have her strip naked, but that thin pink tank-top was cute on her. Almost perfect. With the other girls Artemis had needed to strip them down and dress them up in costume to see them as her new cute dolls. Yet something about Millie called to her. As if Millie was naturally fit to be a sex doll all on her own. Artemis had always wanted to make a move on the cute girl. 
    Once Millie was bottomless Artemis spent a long time admiring her cute rear end and her adorable bare pussy. If she didn’t have the party to be ready for Artemis would have been tempted to just spend hours enjoying Millie’s body posed any way she wanted. But tonight was about having fun with all of the girls as her hypnotized party decorations. Tomorrow she could focus on Millie being her personal plaything.
    After all, the magic amulet she’d discovered should let her be able to mess with people’s minds and they’d never find anything strange about their actions. Once she flashed the amulet at everyone arriving for the party they’d all find it perfectly natural to see the other sorority girls as nothing more than dolls to enjoy for the night. Even her sorority sisters would wake up tomorrow having thoroughly enjoyed spending the night as silent sex dolls. They’d probably even cherish the memory for years to come.
    It was a night that none of them would forget, and more importantly that none of them would question in any way. A night of perverted freedom. It was Artemis’ dream come true.
    She only needed to put the final decoration in place. Artemis grabbed Millie and dragged her over to the stool with the candy bowl. Moving the bowl aside she instructed Millie to sit. Artemis forced Millie to slide back more, propped up against the wall, and forced her legs open wide. This way Millie’s pretty pussy was there for all to see. Then Artemis put the candy bowl in Millie’s lap to cover her up. It would be fun to see how long it took before someone moved the candy bowl aside to get at Millie properly.
    It was only a shame that Artemis hadn’t packed enough slutty costumes in advance. In truth the bedsheet ghost and wrapping Caroline up in toilet paper as a bad mummy costume had been desperate improvisation when she ran out of costumes.
    And yet there was something perfect about Millie frozen in place on the stool, her crotch only covered by a bowl of candy. Artemis grabbed at Millie’s hands and hooked her thumbs into the straps of the tank-top, puppeteering Millie to drag the thin top down until her tits were on display too. Millie really did have the perfect look for being a sex doll. But Artemis felt like it just needed something. A last humiliating touch.
    Knowing she was spending too much time on her already, Artemis pulled out her dark lipstick and began writing on Millie’s soft stomach, the adorably hypnotized girl not reacting in the slightest. When she was done the words ‘HELP YOURSELF’ were written in dark purple. Artemis was sure the guests would get the right idea about the invitation.
    Then Artemis noticed a large plastic Jack-o-lantern that had been left on the floor, part of the original decorations for the Halloween party before Artemis had stepped in to add her personal touch. With a grin Artemis grabbed the plastic pumpkin.
    Once the bottom was cut out she was able to slide it over Millie’s head, covering up that adorably blank look of surprise. It was almost a shame to cover it up, but Artemis would know that Millie’s cute face was fixed that way all night under her new mask. And really, seeing Millie’s almost naked body with that big, silly Jack-o-lantern mask over her face was the perfect bit of humiliation.
    “Have fun tonight, Millie,” Artemis said as she planted a kiss right on the Jack-o-lantern’s face. Her hand slid beneath the candle bowl until her fingers found Millie’s soaked cunt. Millie didn’t so much as flinch as two fingers entered her, but her pussy did suck greedily at Artemis’ fingers, the desperate need an automatic response without thought. 
    “I am going to have so much fun with you later,” promised Artemis before she snatched her hand back. She took a piece of candy from the bowl and marched off cackling with delight, ready to receive the party guests as they arrived.
    And frozen in place on the stool, Millie’s vacant eyes could see nothing but the inside of the Jack-o-lantern on her head. Her bare skin was thrumming with excitement, feeling the cool air of the room on her exposed body. There were no thoughts in Millie’s mind. Only the excited, wordless thrill that she was there to be used by anyone and everyone who wanted her. 
    If Millie could have been able to create a single thought in her entrance state, it would be the wish, the hope, that she would be one of the most popular decorations at the party that night.