Chapter 13: Chapter 13
A few hours later Victor and his dolls lay on the bed, exhausted from their lovemaking. Victor checked his watch and saw that it would soon be time for his guests to start leaving the club.
He nudged Isabella, who was still lying on top of him, her head resting on his chest. "Isabella, it's time to get dressed," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "We need to see the guests out." Isabella stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She looked up at him, a soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Already?" she asked, her voice still heavy with sleep. "Afraid so," Victor replied, smiling back at her. "It's been a long night, but the party must come to an end." Isabella sighed, but she knew better than to argue with Victor. She rolled off him and stood up, stretching her limbs. She looked around the room, her eyes landing on Ash and Lily, who was still tied to the bed, her body glistening with sweat and cum. "What about these two, Master?" she asked, concern etched on her face.
Victor, who had been watching her with a thoughtful expression, suddenly snapped his fingers. "Ah, yes," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I almost forgot about these two." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small remote control, pointing it at Ash and Lily. With a press of a button, he activated the implants inside their bodies. Suddenly, their bodies began to shrink, their limbs shrinking and their features becoming more doll-like. Within seconds, they had transformed back into 8-inch high dolls, their tiny limbs frozen in position, their glassy eyes staring blankly ahead. "They'll be easier to clean like this," said Victor. Isabella smiled, "Yes, Master."
She leaned down, pressing her lips against Victor's in a passionate kiss. His arms wrapped around her, pulling her close as their tongues danced together. When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless. "We should get dressed," Isabella said, her voice husky. "Yes, we should," Victor agreed, his eyes never leaving hers. They began to put on their clothes, neither in a hurry, their movements slow and deliberate. Isabella slipped on her dress, the fabric clinging to her curves, while Victor buttoned up his shirt, his muscles flexing with each movement. As they finished dressing, they shared a look, a silent understanding passing between them. They had shared something special tonight, something that went beyond the physical. And they both knew that this was just the beginning.
Just as they were about to leave the room, Victor's phone suddenly beeped. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the screen, his expression changing instantly. "What's wrong?" Isabella asked, concern etched on her face. "The club is closing," Victor said, his voice firm. "I need to inform the guests." He pressed a button on his phone, and suddenly, a discreet alarm began to sound throughout the club, the sound echoing through the halls and into the private rooms. Simultaneously, a message flashed up on the screens in each room: "CLUB CLOSING. ALL GUESTS MUST LEAVE IMMEDIATELY."
Edward woke in the private room he was sharing with Lucy and Karen. He untangled himself from the two women, stood up and began to get dressed. Lucy's eyes flicked open, "Good Morning, Master, " she said, smiling, "time to leave?" Edward nodded, looking down on Karen's naked body, still fast asleep.
He couldn't bear the thought of leaving her here, of losing her forever. He had to talk to Victor, had to find a way to get her back. He leaned down, gently shaking Karen awake. "Karen, wake up," he whispered. "We need to talk." Karen stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She looked up at him, confusion etched on her face. "Edward? What's going on?" she asked, her voice groggy with sleep. "I can't leave you here, Karen," he said, his voice firm. "I'm going to talk to Victor, find a way to get you back." Karen's eyes widened in surprise. "Can you afford me, Master?" She asked. "Probably not," admitted Edward, "but I'm hoping Victor and I can come to some kind of arrangement." As he spoke, the room began to tremble slightly, and a low hum filled the air. Karen's eyes widened in realization. "Master, the club is closing!" she exclaimed. "I'm transforming back!" Edward looked down, startled, as Karen's body began to shrink and contort, her features becoming more doll-like.Within moments, she was nothing more than an 8-inch tall doll, her limbs frozen in place, her glassy eyes staring blankly ahead. Edward's heart sank as he realized that the decision was no longer in his hands. He scooped Karen up, cradling her in his palm, and turned to Lucy, who was already fully dressed. "We need to go," he said, his voice grim. "The club is closing, and I have to find a way to get Karen back." Lucy nodded, her expression serious. "I'll help you, Master," she said, her voice determined.
In another room Richard and Anna were getting dressed in response to the alarm, while Marcy lay on the bed watching them.
Richard turned to Marcy, his eyes gleaming with a newfound desire. "Marcy, my dear," he said, his voice smooth and calculating, "I've had a wonderful time with you. In fact, I've decided that I simply must have you for myself." Marcy's eyes widened in surprise, and she sat up on the bed, the sheets falling away to reveal her naked body. "You want to...buy me, Master?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Richard nodded, a proud smile spreading across his face. "Indeed, I do," he said. "I intend to purchase you from Victor immediately." Marcy's heart raced as she considered the implications of Richard's words. She had never truly belonged to anyone before, and the thought of being owned by a single master was both thrilling and terrifying.
Just as she was about to respond, the room shook slightly, and a low hum filled the air. Marcy's eyes widened in realization. "Wait, what?" Richard exclaimed, his eyes widening in shock. "You mean you're going to turn back into a doll? Right now?" Marcy nodded, her body already beginning to shrink and contort. "Yes, Master," she said, her voice growing smaller as her body shrank. "All the dolls transform back when the club closes." Richard watched in amazement as Marcy's limbs shrank and her features became more doll-like. Within moments, she was nothing more than an 8-inch tall doll, her limbs frozen in position, her glassy eyes staring blankly ahead.
Richard watched in amazement, then turned to Anna, who was already fully dressed. "Anna, pick up Marcy," he ordered, his voice abrupt. Anna complied, scooping up the tiny doll carefully in her hands. "Now, let's go find Victor," Richard said, striding towards the door. Anna followed, cradling Marcy protectively in her palms. "But, Master," Anna protested, "What about the other dolls? Shouldn't we take them too?" Richard paused, considering her words. "No," he said finally, "Victor will have them returned to their proper places. We're here for Marcy now." With that, he led the way out of the room, Anna trailing behind him, her eyes fixed on the tiny doll in her hands. As they exit the room, they come face to face with Edward and Lucy, who are also leaving. Edward still has Karen in his hand, looking determined. "Good morning," said Edward to Richard, "do you know where Victor is? I have some business to discuss with him." "So do I," said Richard, "he's probably downstairs, let's go and find him." As they began to walk down the grand staircase, Anna fell into step beside Lucy. "Did you have a good night, Lucy?" she asked, her voice low. Lucy glanced at her, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "It was...interesting," she said, her voice equally low. "What about you, Anna? How was your night with Richard?" Anna blushed slightly, but she didn't hesitate to answer. "It was amazing," she admitted. "He's such a skilled lover." Lucy raised an eyebrow, surprise evident on her face. "Really? I wouldn't have guessed," she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Anna giggled, "Oh, come on, Lucy. You can't tell me you didn't enjoy yourself last night." Lucy hesitated for a moment before answering. "I did," she admitted. "More than I thought I would." Anna nodded, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.
"So, Lucy, what did you think of Karen?" Lucy glanced at her, surprise evident on her face. "Karen? You mean Edward's wife?" Anna nodded, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "Yes, that Karen. I saw you two together last night. What's she like?" "She's...different," she said, choosing her words carefully. "She's very submissive, very eager to please. But there's something almost...innocent about her. Like she's not fully aware of what's happening to her." Anna listened intently, her expression thoughtful. "And what about Marcy?" she asked, changing the subject abruptly. "Lucy, guess what? Richard has decided to buy Marcy!" "Really?" Lucy exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise. "That's amazing, Anna! How did that happen?" Anna grinned, "Well, after we finished...you know...he told me he wanted to own her. He said she was the best doll he's ever had. So he went to talk to Victor about it, and now he's buying her!" Lucy nodded, impressed. "Wow, that's great for Marcy. And for you too, I guess. You two seemed to have a lot of fun together." Anna blushed slightly, smiling. "Yeah, we did. It was really hot, actually. I mean, I've served as Richard's doll slave for weeks now, but last night he was so commanding, so demanding. It was exhilarating." Lucy raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye.
In Lord Henry's room Charley was on her knees, just finishing giving Lord Henry a blow job. She grimaced with discomfort. Before Charley had started the blow job Lord Henry had returned his four slaves to doll form, then used them as dildos on Charley. Charley had orgasmed several times with her former friends doll forms inserted in her pussy and anus. Lord Henry had left Charley with Emma and Mia wedged in her ass, and Rachel and Inez stuffed in her pussy, then demanded a blow job.
Charley had no choice but to comply, her mouth stretched wide around Lord Henry's thick cock. She could feel the four dolls inside her, their hard porcelain bodies rubbing against her sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure through her. Lord Henry groaned, his hips bucking as he came in her mouth, his hot seed shooting down her throat. Charley swallowed every drop, her eyes watering. Just as she pulled back, Lord Henry reached down and pressed a button on a remote control he held in his hand. Suddenly, the four dolls inside her began to vibrate, their bodies humming to life. Charley gasped, her body convulsing as she was overwhelmed by pleasure. She felt herself coming, her body shaking as wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. Just as she was coming down from her high, Lord Henry pressed the button again, and the dolls stopped vibrating.
Charley let out a shuddering breath, her body trembling with the aftermath of her intense orgasm. Lord Henry, his expression impassive, reached down and grabbed the first doll, Rachel, by her head. He pulled her out of Charley's pussy, the doll's plastic body glistening with Charley's juices. Charley let out a whimper as she felt herself stretch and widen, then contract as Rachel was removed. Lord Henry dropped Rachel onto the bed, where she landed with a soft thud, her limbs splaying out at unnatural angles. He repeated the process with Inez, Mia, and Emma, each time causing Charley to gasp and whimper as the dolls were pulled from her body. Once all four dolls were removed, Lord Henry picked each one up, wiped them clean with a cloth, and placed them back in their respective boxes.
He then turned to Charley, who was still kneeling on the floor, her body trembling with the aftermath of her intense orgasm. "You served me well tonight, Charley," he said, his voice cold but satisfied. "You've proven yourself to be a most capable doll slave." Charley looked up at him, her eyes glazed over and her face flushed. "Thank you, Master," she whispered, her voice hoarse from the effort of pleasing him. Lord Henry nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Indeed, you've earned my gratitude," he said. "I'll make sure to recommend you to my friends." Charley's heart swelled with pride at his words, and she felt a surge of gratitude towards him. But she knew the night was coming to an end, and so was her time as a human. As Lord Henry stood up, box of dolls in hand, ready to leave the room, Charley felt her body begin to change. She looked down in horror as her limbs started to shrink, her skin losing its softness and becoming smooth, cold plastic. Her eyes, once filled with emotion, turned glassy and unblinking. Panic surged through her, but it was too late. She was transforming back into a doll, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. As Lord Henry walked out of the room, he heard a soft whimper behind him. He turned around to see Charley, now fully transformed back into a doll. Lord Henry smiled, and left the room.
Isabella and Victor stood at the entrance to the club, saying goodbye to their guests as they started to file out with their doll slaves in tow.
Lord Henry was among the last to leave, carrying a large box under his arm. "Victor, my friend," he said, extending a hand, "I must thank you for an exceptionally entertaining evening. Your dolls are truly exquisite." Victor took his hand, shaking it firmly. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Lord Henry. It's always a pleasure doing business with you." Lord Henry's eyes twinkled as he glanced at the box in his arms. "Indeed, I believe I shall be enjoying myself again very soon," he said, a hint of mischief in his voice. With that, he turned and walked out of the club, leaving Victor and Isabella alone in the entrance hall.
As Lord Henry walked out of the club, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the grand entrance hall, Victor turned to Isabella.
"Isabella," he said, his voice softening as he looked at her, "I must thank you for your service as hostess tonight. You've been truly exceptional." Isabella looked up at him, surprise and pleasure evident on her face. "Thank you, Master," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm glad I could please you." Victor paused, considering his next words carefully. "It's more than that, Isabella," he said finally. "I've come to realize just how fond I've become of you. You're not just my doll slave assistant anymore. You're...special to me." Isabella's eyes widened in shock, and she felt a warmth spread through her at his words. "Master, I...I don't know what to say," she stammered, her heart racing. Victor smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. "You don't have to say anything, Isabella," he said.
Edward and Richard had been watching while Victor said goodbye to his guests. "You should conclude your business with Victor first," said Edward, "my conversation with him might take a while."
"Thank you, "said Richard, "nice to meet you both." Richard took Lucy's hand and kissed it as she smiled in appreciation.
He then turned to Victor, who was standing nearby, and approached him with Marcy's doll in his hand. "Victor," he said, his voice firm and determined, "I wish to purchase Marcy. I've had a wonderful time with her tonight, and I believe she would make an excellent addition to my collection." As Victor looked at Richard, a slow smile spread across his face. "Rich, you've been such a great help, selling my dolls to your friends. I can't thank you enough, please accept Marcy as a gift," he said, his voice warm with sincerity. "I'm glad I could assist, Victor," Richard replied, a smug smile playing on his lips. "But I must insist on paying for Marcy. She's a fine piece of work, and I want to make sure she's officially mine." Victor chuckled, shaking his head. "Nonsense, Rich. I insist. Consider Marcy a gift, a token of my appreciation for your help." Richard's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly recovered, a greedy grin spreading across his face. "Well, if you insist, Victor. I won't argue with you." He tucked Marcy's doll under his arm, already imagining the many ways he would enjoy her in the privacy of his own home.
Anna, who had been watching the exchange with wide-eyed wonder, suddenly grabbed Richard's free hand, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Master, does this mean I'll have a new friend to play with?" she asked, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. Richard looked down at her, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Indeed, you will, my dear," he said, giving her hand a squeeze. "Marcy will be joining us at home, and I'm sure the two of you will get along famously." Anna's face lit up with joy, and she practically skipped beside him as they made their way out of the club, arm in arm. Victor watched them go, a satisfied smile on his face. As they stepped out into the crisp morning air, Anna turned to Richard, her eyes shining with excitement. "Master," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "what if...what if Marcy spends the drive home...inside me?" Richard raised an eyebrow, surprise evident on his face. "Inside you?" he echoed, intrigued by her suggestion. "Yes, Master. You know, in my...pussy." She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I could stuff her inside me, and she could warm up while we drive home. It would be like having a new friend to play with, even before we get home." Richard's eyes widened in surprise, but he couldn't deny that the idea was quite appealing. He looked down at Marcy's doll, cradled in his palm, and then back up at Anna, a slow smile spreading across his face.
Meanwhile Edward finally had his chance to talk to Victor.
"Victor," he began, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him, "I want Karen back. I can't leave her here." Victor turned to him, his expression unreadable. "I'm afraid that's not possible, Edward," he said, his voice cold. "Karen is my property now. She belongs to the club." Edward's heart sank, but he pressed on, determined. "Please, Victor. I'll do anything. I'll work for you, pay you back in any way I can. Just let me have Karen back." Victor considered him for a moment, then named a price that made Edward's blood run cold. "One million dollars," he said, his voice flat. "That's the price for Karen's purchase. And I'm afraid I can't accept anything less." Edward stared at him, shocked and disbelieving. "One million dollars?" he echoed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't afford that, Victor. But I have another proposal. I'm a cosmetic surgeon, I have access to a steady stream of women who will pay anything for your treatment to make them young again. I can offer you a trade - access to my patients in exchange for Karen."
Victor raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Edward's proposal. "Access to your patients, you say?" he mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
"I must admit, Edward, your proposal is intriguing. I have always been fascinated by the prospect of reversing the aging process, and with your access to a steady stream of wealthy women, I believe we could have a mutually beneficial arrangement. However, there are some things you must understand before we proceed." Edward nodded eagerly, his eyes fixed on Victor's face. "Of course, Victor. I'm listening." "Once a woman undergoes my treatment, she will be indebted to me for the rest of her life. She will have to pay me a monthly fee to remain human, and when she runs out of money, she will belong to me forever. I will not tolerate any attempts to renege on this agreement, nor will I hesitate to take action against those who try. Do you understand?" Edward swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest.
"I understand, Victor," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I agree to your terms." As the words left his mouth, Edward felt a wave of nausea wash over him. He had just sold out his patient's freedom. He tried to push the thought out of his mind, focusing instead on the task at hand. "So, what do I need to do?" he asked, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside him. Victor smiled, a cold, calculating smile that sent a shiver down Edward's spine. "First, you will provide me with a list of your patients, their ages, and their medical histories. I will review the information and select those who are suitable for my...treatment." Edward nodded, his mind racing. "And then?" he prompted, eager to know the next step.
Victor paused, considering Edward carefully before speaking. "Once I am satisfied that you are sticking to our deal, Edward, I will return Karen to you. She will be yours to keep, as long as you continue to uphold your end of the bargain." Edward's heart leapt at the mention of his wife's name, hope surging through him. "You mean it, Victor? You'll really give her back to me?" Victor nodded, his expression serious. "Indeed, I will. But remember, Edward, the moment you renege on our agreement, Karen will belong to me once more. And this time, there will be no negotiation." Edward swallowed hard, the weight of Victor's words settling heavily upon him. "I understand, Victor. I won't let you down." Victor's eyes narrowed slightly, assessing Edward's determination. "Very well," he said finally. "You'll receive further instructions soon. In the meantime, consider this our formal agreement." He extended a hand, and Edward shook it firmly, sealing their deal. As Edward walked away, Victor turned to Isabella, who had been watching the exchange with a mixture of amusement and concern. "Isabella," he said, his voice thoughtful, "we have an opportunity here, thanks to Edward. An opportunity to expand our reach, to grow our...business." Isabella tilted her head, her emerald eyes gleaming with curiosity. "What do you mean, Master?" she asked, her voice soft. Victor gestured towards the now-empty entrance hall, where just moments ago, a steady stream of clients and dolls had been leaving. "Look around, Isabella. This club, these dolls, they're just the beginning.
With Edward's cooperation, we can reach a whole new market, a whole new level of influence. But first, we have work to do. Isabella, activate the day shift. Tell them to clean this place from top to bottom. We're opening again tonight, and I want everything to be perfect." Isabella nodded, her eyes gleaming with excitement as she turned to leave. "Yes, Master," she said, her voice filled with determination. "I'll have them start immediately." As Isabella hurried away, Victor turned his attention to the task at hand. He knew that today was going to be a busy day, and he was determined to make the most of it. He had plans to put into motion, deals to strike, and a club to run.
Victor turned to Isabella, "I must leave for the clinic. Make sure the staff finishes cleaning and preparing the club for tonight's opening." Isabella nodded, her eyes gleaming with determination. "Of course, Master. I'll see to it personally." As Victor strode out of the club, Isabella turned and made her way towards the back room. She pushed open the heavy wooden door, revealing a room filled with half a dozen dolls, each dressed in pristine maid uniforms. They stood motionless, their glassy eyes staring ahead, waiting for their next command. Isabella felt a thrill run through her as she surveyed her domain. She walked down the aisle, her heels clicking on the polished floor, until she reached the control panel at the far end of the room. She pressed a series of buttons, and the room came alive with a low hum. The dolls began to move, their limbs jerking to life as their implants activated.
Isabella watched, always fascinated by the sight, as they turned to face her, their eyes flickering to life. "Good morning, dolls," she said, her voice calm and steady. "We have a busy day ahead of us. Tonight, the club reopens, and we must be ready. I need you to clean every inch of this place, polish the floors, dust the furniture, and make sure every surface is spotless. I want the club to shine like it's never shone before." The dolls nodded in unison, their movements smooth and precise. "Yes, Mistress," they chorused, their voices robotic yet harmonious. Isabella smiled, satisfied with their response. "Excellent. Now, let's get to work." She clapped her hands together, and the dolls sprang into action, fanning out across the club, their arms filled with cleaning supplies.
Isabella watched them, her gaze sweeping over them clean in their revealing maid outfits. She felt a familiar warmth spread through her at the sight, a sense of contentment and belonging that she had never experienced before. As she watched them scrub and polish, their movements precise and efficient, she realized that this was where she belonged. This was where she was meant to be. Being Victor's slave, serving him and his clients, had brought her a happiness that she had never known before. She felt alive, purposeful, in a way that she never had when she was just a model, flitting from one photo shoot to the next, her life empty and meaningless. Here, she had a role, a purpose. She was part of something larger than herself, something dark and twisted and beautiful. And she loved it.