Chapter 37: Chapter 37
"What will happen to the girls now?" Lisa hesitated, her eyes scanning the faces of the freed girls. "We're taking them to an apartment building owned by Victor," she said finally. "It's where we live, where we'll be safe." Petra nodded, relief washing over her. "And you?" Lisa asked, her eyes meeting Petra's. "You're one of us now, Petra. You'll come with us, stay with us." Petra felt a warmth spread through her at Lisa's words. She nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Okay," she said, her voice steady. The van pulled away from the curb, leaving the brothel behind. The girls huddled together, their eyes wide with fear and exhaustion.But as the van pulled up to an elegant apartment building, their expressions began to change. The doors of the van slid open, revealing a sight that made their hearts leap with hope. Standing there were more women, dressed in casual clothing, their faces filled with warmth and kindness. Among them was a striking redhead, her eyes scanning the faces of the rescued girls with concern. "Welcome," she said, her voice soft yet firm. "You're safe now." Lisa and Christina led the way, helping the girls out of the van and into the building. The redhead introduced herself as Melanie, her smile reassuring as she guided the girls inside. "This is where we live," she explained, her voice gentle. "We're all here to help you." The girls looked around in awe, their eyes taking in the luxurious lobby, the plush furnishings, and the artwork that adorned the walls.Suddenly, a voice cut through their amazement, "Hungry, I presume?" They turned to see a tall, curvy blonde, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "I'm Melissa," she introduced herself, "And I've prepared a feast for you all. Come, follow me." Melissa led the way, with Melanie, Kirsty, and Miriam falling in step behind her. The girls followed, their stomachs rumbling at the mention of food. They were led to a large, communal dining room, where a long table groaned under the weight of steaming dishes. The aroma of fresh bread, savory stews, and sweet desserts filled the air, making their mouths water. "Please, sit," Melissa gestured to the chairs, "Eat as much as you like. You're safe now, and you need your strength." The girls didn't need to be told twice.They dug into the food, their eyes darting around the room, taking in the opulence. Suddenly, one of the girls, a young brunette with wide, doe-like eyes, paused, her fork halfway to her mouth. "Miriam," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the clatter of cutlery and the low hum of conversation. "Yes, dear?" Miriam replied, turning to the girl with a warm smile. "Who...who are all these women?" she asked, her eyes scanning the room, taking in the other dolls who were helping themselves to food or chatting in small groups. "I mean, they're all so...beautiful." Miriam chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah, I see," she said, leaning in slightly. "Well, this is our home. We're all part of Victor's...unique family," she explained, her voice careful."And what do you mean by 'unique'?" Mariska asked, her brows furrowing in curiosity. Miriam smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Well, you see, we're all...special, in our own way. We have abilities, enhancements, that make us unique. And in return for using those abilities to help Victor with his various enterprises, he provides us with a place to live, food, clothing, everything we need." Mariska's eyes widened in surprise. "So, you're all...workers? But what kind of work do you do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Miriam leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning the room. "Well, there's Lisa, for example," she said, gesturing to the policewoman-turned-doll who was helping herself to seconds. "She's part of Victor's security force. She's incredibly strong, fast, and durable.Over there is Kirsty, my girlfriend" Miriam continued, pointing to the redhead who was laughing with a group of dolls, "She works at Victor's club, bartending and entertaining the guests. I work there as well. And over there, that's Melissa. She works for China Dolls, where some of the girls work as escorts. And then there's Christina," Miriam said, nodding towards the tall, blonde woman who was talking to Lisa, "She's part of Porcelain Protection Services, Victor's security company. We all have our roles to play, and in return, Victor takes care of us." Mariska's eyes widened in surprise, her mind racing with the implications of Miriam's words. "So, you're all...sex workers?" Miriam chuckled, shaking her head. "Not quite," she said, her voice gentle, "although sex is a large part of what we do. Technically I guess we are sex slaves, although it's a bit more complicated than that." Mariska's eyes widened in alarm, her voice barely above a whisper, "I don't want to be a sex slave again. I just got away from that life, I can't go back." Miriam's expression softened, her hand reaching out to squeeze Mariska's. "Oh, darling, no," she said, her voice gentle. "That's not what's going to happen. Victor isn't like the Russians. Although we have no choice but to work for him, he makes sure that we are happy in our work, and we get a lot of freedom and spending money to do what we like when we're not working." Mariska's brow furrowed, her eyes searching Miriam's face for any sign of deceit. "If you're so free then why do you keep working for Victor?" she asked, her voice hesitant. Miriam smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement . "That's a good question, Mariska," she said, her voice gentle. "And I think it's time someone gave you all the answers you deserve." Miriam stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the floor, drawing the attention of every doll and freed girl in the room. Lisa, who had been listening to the conversation with a growing sense of unease, stood up as well, her eyes meeting Miriam's across the room. "What are you doing, Miriam?" she asked, her voice low and warning. Miriam turned to her, her expression serious. "I'm telling the truth, Lisa," she said, her voice steady. "These girls deserve to know what they're getting into." Lisa's eyes narrowed, but before she could respond, Miriam turned back to the room, her voice clear and strong."Listen up, everyone," she said, her voice cutting through the chatter. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to Miriam. "I have something important to say." She took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the freed girls and the dolls. "I want to tell you the truth about Victor's dolls." A murmur ran through the room, and Lisa took a step forward, her expression tense. "Miriam, what are you doing?" she hissed, but Miriam held up a hand, silencing her. "No, Lisa," she said, her voice firm. "They deserve to know. They've all been through hell, and we owe it to them to be honest." She turned back to the room, her expression serious. "Victor is a scientist. He creates dolls, beautiful, enhanced women, to work for him. Some of us chose this life, others were tricked into it. We have to work for him or we will revert to doll form. But we are all happy to serve, and well taken care of," seeing signs of confusion and distress Miriam reassured the girls, "but Victor isn't planning on doing anything to you girls. He told us that you are free to stay here with us for a week while you recover, and he arranges to have you returned to your home country." The room erupted in a cacophony of voices, the girls expressing their disbelief and skepticism. "Transformed into dolls? That's ridiculous!" one of the girls exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock. "I don't believe it," another girl chimed in, shaking her head vehemently. "How can a person be turned into a doll? It's impossible!" Miriam held up her hands, silencing the room. "I understand your skepticism," she said, her voice calm and steady. "But I assure you, it's true. Victor has the technology to transform us, to give us enhanced abilities and make us...unique." The girls exchanged doubtful glances, their expressions ranging from disbelief to outright skepticism.Suddenly, one of the girls, Petra, stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. All eyes turned to her as she took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the freed girls and the dolls. "It's true," she said, her voice steady and clear. "I am one of Victor's dolls. I willingly became one of his doll slaves to help rescue you all." The room fell silent, shock and disbelief written plainly on every face. Before anyone could respond, Petra continued, "And I can prove it." She thought about transforming and her implant activated, and suddenly, her body began to change. Her muscles hardened, her skin smoothed and tightened, hardening and becoming the color of porcelain. In a matter of seconds, Petra had transformed into her combat doll form, standing tall and proud amidst the stunned silence.The room erupted in gasps and whispers, the girls' eyes wide with disbelief and awe. "Is that...is that really you, Petra?" one of the girls stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Petra nodded, her porcelain face breaking into a small smile. "Yes, it's me," she said, her voice echoing slightly in the room. "So, it's true," another girl said, her voice filled with wonder. "Victor can really turn people into dolls." Miriam nodded, her expression serious. "Yes, he can," she said. "And some of us choose to, for our own reasons." The girls exchanged glances, their minds racing with questions. "But what's it like?" one of them asked, her voice hesitant. "Being a doll, I mean." Miriam looked around the room, her gaze meeting the eyes of each girl. "It's...different," she said finally."It's...hard to explain. But it's not all bad, you know. In fact, some of it is...quite wonderful." She paused, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I mean, the sex, for example. It's amazing. I never knew it could be like that." The room fell silent, the girls staring at Miriam in shock. "What do you mean?" one of them asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Miriam took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the girls. "I mean, that since becoming a doll, my senses have been heightened. Everything I feel is...intensified. And that includes...pleasure." She hesitated, her eyes flicking to Lisa, who was watching her with a worried expression. "I know it sounds strange, but it's true. And not just for me. All the dolls here, we all feel the same way." Miriam said, her voice trailing off as she noticed Lisa giving her a stern look. "Miriam, that's enough for now," Lisa interjected, her voice firm. "These girls have been through a lot, and they need rest. Any other questions can wait until tomorrow." She turned to the rescued girls, her expression softening. "Come on, let's get you all settled in for the night. You must be exhausted." Lisa began to assign each of the rescued girls to one of the doll slave residents' rooms. "You, you're with Kirsty," she said, pointing to a young brunette. "And you, you'll be with Melanie. And you, with me." She continued until each girl had been paired with a doll resident. "Follow your doll to your room. There are towels and toiletries in the bathroom. Take a shower, get some sleep."Mariska, come with me," Miriam said, standing up and holding out her hand. "I'll show you to your room and run you a bath. Mariska hesitated for a moment, then took Miriam's hand and allowed herself to be led away from the dining room and up a grand staircase. The apartment building was even more impressive up close, with plush carpets, ornate banisters, and beautiful artwork adorning the walls. Miriam led Mariska down a long hallway, stopping in front of a door at the end. "This is my apartment," she said, turning the handle and pushing the door open. Inside, the apartment was spacious and well-furnished, with a large living room, a bedroom, and a bathroom. Miriam led Mariska straight to the bathroom, where she began to run a bath. "Here you go," she said, turning to Mariska with a warm smile."Climb in, the water's perfect." Mariska hesitated for a moment before slipping out of her clothes and lowering herself into the warm, fragrant water. She let out a sigh of relief as the tension in her muscles began to fade away. Miriam watched her for a moment before turning to leave. "I'll leave you to it," she said. "Take your time. There are towels and robes in the cabinet by the sink. I'll be in the living room when you're done." Mariska nodded, her eyes already closed as she leaned back against the edge of the tub. As the door clicked shut behind Miriam, Mariska's mind began to race with thoughts of everything she had learned that day. She thought about the dolls, about their enhanced abilities and their willingness to serve Victor. She thought about Petra, about her transformation and the way she had stood tall and proud amidst the stunned silence of the room.Mariska finished her bath, slipped into a plush robe, and made her way to the living room where Miriam was waiting for her. Miriam looked up as Mariska entered, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Feeling better?" she asked, patting the cushion beside her on the couch. Mariska nodded, returning the smile as she sat down. "Much," she said, tucking her feet up beneath her.Miriam smiled, but then her expression turned serious. "Mariska, there's something I need to talk to you about," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. Mariska looked up, her eyes meeting Miriam's. "What is it?" she asked, a note of concern in her voice. Miriam took a deep breath, her gaze steady. "You're obviously exhausted, and I want you to get a good night's sleep. So, I think it's best if you take the bedroom tonight, and I'll sleep on the couch." Mariska's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth opening in protest. "But Miriam, I can't kick you out of your own bed," she began, but Miriam held up a hand, silencing her. "It's not a problem, really," she said, her voice reassuring. "It pulls out into a bed. It's actually quite comfortable." Mariska hesitated, her brows furrowing in thought."Are you sure? I don't want to put you out." Miriam smiled, her eyes warm and reassuring. "Of course, I'm sure," she said. "Like I said, it's very comfortable. Now, come on, let's get you settled in." Miriam stood up and led Mariska to the bedroom, pulling back the covers on the bed and gesturing for her to climb in. Mariska did as she was told, her body sinking into the soft mattress with a sigh of relief. Miriam tucked her in, her movements gentle and caring. "There you go," she said, her voice soft. "Get some rest. You've had a long day." Miriam leaned over and turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. "Goodnight, Mariska," she whispered, before quietly closing the door behind her. Mariska lay in the darkness, her mind racing with the events of the day. She thought about the brothel, about the other girls and their desperate situation. She thought about Miriam, about her kindness and her willingness to help. And she thought about Victor, about his power and his ability to turn people into dolls. She couldn't wrap her head around it all. It was too much, too surreal. She tossed and turned, unable to find a comfortable position. She was just beginning to drift off to sleep when she heard a the apartment door open and heard Miriam talking to someone."Kirsty," Miriam spoke quietly, but Mariska could just hear what she was saying through the bedroom door, "Mariska is sleeping. We shouldn't disturb her.""My guest is out like a light," said Kirsty, "I'm guessing they are so exhausted that they will sleep through anything, and you know I can't stay away from you, Doll."Miriam and Kirsty began to make out on the couch, trying to stay quiet so as not to wake Mariska in the next room. Miriam's hands roamed over Kirsty's body, feeling the curves and contours of her muscles. Kirsty moaned softly, her breath hitching in her throat as Miriam's fingers found their way under her shirt, tracing patterns on her skin. Kirsty's hands weren't idle either, they explored Miriam's body, squeezing her ass, running through her hair, and cupping her breasts. Miriam's nipples hardened under Kirsty's touch, and she let out a soft moan, burying her face in Kirsty's neck to muffle the sound. Kirsty took advantage of the position, her hands now free to roam Miriam's body uninhibited. She slipped her hands under Miriam's bra, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers. Miriam gasped, her hips bucking against Kirsty's."Shh, not so loud," Kirsty whispered, her lips brushing against Miriam's ear. "We don't want to wake Mariska." Miriam nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "You're right," she whispered back, her voice barely audible. "We should be quiet." As the two dolls continued their passion, Mariska stirred in the next room. She listened, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized what was happening. She should have felt intrusive, but instead, she found the sounds comforting. The soft moans, the hushed whispers, the rustle of fabric - it all created a symphony that lulled her into a state of relaxation. She closed her eyes, letting the sounds wash over her, and before she knew it, she drifted off to sleep, a small smile playing on her lips. The next morning Mariska woke refreshed, and got out of bed. She found that Miriam had laid out an outfit for her while she had been asleep. Mariska put on the clothes, noticing that while casual clothes they were all designer brands, and left the bedroom, finding Miriam already awake, sitting on the couch."Morning sleepy head," said Miriam, smiling warmly, "let's go down for breakfast."Mariska rubbed her eyes and followed Miriam out of the apartment and down the grand staircase to the communal dining room. As they entered, they found the room buzzing with chatter and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filling the air. Other doll residents and their guests were already seated at the long table, helping themselves to food from the buffet laid out on the sideboard. Miriam led Mariska to a table where Kirsty was sitting with a young woman Mariska recognised as one of the Georgian girls she had been trafficked by the Russians with to work in the brothel. "Mariska, do you know Tamar?" Kirsty asked, gesturing to the young woman. Mariska gave Tamar a hug and sat down opposite her, as Miriam sat down across from Kirsty and gave her girlfriend's hand a squeeze."Kirsty, I was wondering," Miriam began, pouring herself a cup of coffee, "why are all the dolls here today? I thought the hotel and PPS girls would be at work by now." Kirsty grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Ah, well, that's because Victor has given us all the day off," she said, leaning back in her chair. "He wants us to help the rescued girls get settled in. He thought it would be nice for them to have some familiar faces around." Miriam raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. "That's...uncharacteristically generous of him," she said, taking a sip of her coffee. Kirsty chuckled, shaking her head. "Don't get used to it, doll," she said, her voice teasing. "He's not exactly known for his philanthropy." Miriam laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement."Well, whatever his motives, it's been nice to have a day off. And speaking of which, what do you say we give Mariska and Tamar the grand tour of the apartment building, then take them out for lunch?" Kirsty's face lit up at the suggestion. "That sounds like a wonderful idea," she said, her eyes flicking to Mariska and Tamar. "What do you two think?" Mariska and Tamar exchanged excited glances, both eagerly nodding their agreement. "Yes, please!" Mariska exclaimed, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. "I'd love to see more of this place." Miriam stood up, grinning from ear to ear. "Excellent," she said, clapping her hands together. "Let's get started, then." She led the way out of the dining room and down the hallway, pointing out various features of the apartment building as they went."This is the gym," she said, gesturing to a door on their left. "It's fully equipped, and we have a personal trainer who comes in a few times a week to lead classes." They continued down the hall, passing several doors before Miriam stopped in front of one and pushed it open. "And this is the basement," she said, leading them down a-flight of stairs. "It's where we keep the pool, the sauna, and the steam room." Mariska and Tamar followed Miriam down the stairs, their eyes widening as they took in the luxurious space. The pool was large and sparkling, the sauna and steam room both looked inviting, and there was even a small bar area off to one side. "Wow, this is amazing," Mariska breathed, her eyes wide with amazement. Tamar nodded in agreement, her gaze sweeping over the room."This place is incredible," she said, her voice filled with wonder. Kirsty, who had been listening to their conversation with a thoughtful expression, suddenly spoke up. "You know, I think we should all go for a swim," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It would be a great way to relax and unwind after everything that's happened." Mariska and Tamar exchanged glances, both looking hesitant. "I don't have a swimsuit," Mariska said, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Neither do I," Tamar added, her eyes downcast. Kirsty waved a dismissive hand, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "No problem, dolls," she said, winking at them. "There are loaner swimsuits in the changing room. Come on, let's go get changed." She led the way to the changing room, Mariska and Tamar following close behind.Inside, they found a row of lockers filled with swimsuits in various sizes. Kirsty grabbed a couple of bikinis and handed them to the girls. "Here you go," she said, winking at them. "Let's get changed and hit the pool." Mariska and Tamar quickly slipped into the swimsuits, admiring each other's figures in the mirror. Kirsty, already changed into a tiny black bikini, her large breast barely covered, and led them back out to the pool area. Miriam was already in the water, swimming laps with smooth, powerful strokes. Kirsty dove in, surfacing in the middle of the pool with a laugh. "Come on in, the water's perfect!" she called to the others. Mariska and Tamar exchanged a glance, then, with a squeal, they jumped in, the cool water embracing them. They swam around, laughing and splashing each other, the tension of the past few days melting away.After a while, Kirsty swam over to the edge of the pool, hoisting herself out with ease. "Alright, dolls," she said, her voice breathless from exertion. "Who's ready for the sauna?" Mariska and Tamar exchanged excited glances, both eager to try out the sauna they had seen earlier. "I am!" they both exclaimed in unison, climbing out of the pool and following Kirsty to the sauna. Miriam, who had been swimming laps, joined them as they entered the small, wooden room. The heat was intense, and they all took a moment to adjust, breathing deeply as their bodies acclimated to the temperature. Kirsty sat down on one of the benches, her eyes closed as she leaned back against the wall. "God, this feels amazing," she murmured, her voice content. Miriam sat down beside her, her body glistening with sweat."You know, I've been thinking," she said, her voice low. "We should take the girls out for lunch today. Somewhere nice, to celebrate their freedom." Kirsty opened one eye, peering at Miriam through the steam. "Somewhere nice, huh?" she asked, a slow smile spreading across her face. "I know just the place. A fancy Mexican restaurant downtown. The best margaritas in town, and the food is to die for." Miriam's eyes lit up. "That sounds perfect," she said, her voice eager. "Let's do it. We can shower and get dressed, then head out." Mariska and Tamar, who had been listening to their conversation with interest, exchanged excited glances. "We'd love that," Mariska said, her voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you so much." Kirsty stood up, grinning at the girls."Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get showered and dressed, then head out to that fancy Mexican restaurant for lunch!" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Mariska and Tamar exchanged eager glances, both nodding in agreement. "That sounds amazing," Mariska said, her stomach rumbling at the thought of food. "Let's go get ready." The four women quickly made their way back to the changing room, and jumped in the showers, before getting dressed and heading out of the building.Kirsty pulled out her phone and ordered an Uber, which arrived within minutes. They climbed into the back of the car, the driver greeting them with a friendly smile. "Where to, ladies?" he asked, pulling away from the curb. Kirsty leaned forward, giving him the address of the restaurant. "To El Sol, please," she said, settling back into her seat. The ride to the restaurant was short, and before they knew it, they were being ushered inside by the hostess. The restaurant was busy, but they were quickly shown to a table by the window, with a view of the bustling street outside. The waiter arrived promptly, taking their drink orders. "What can I get you ladies to drink?" he asked, his pen poised above his notepad. Kirsty looked at the others, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Margaritas all around, please," she said, winking at the waiter."And bring us a round of your best guacamole to start." The waiter nodded, jotting down their order before hurrying away to fetch their drinks. Kirsty turned to Mariska and Tamar, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "So, what do you two think of the dolls so far?" she asked, her voice eager. Mariska and Tamar exchanged a glance, both looking hesitant. "It's all a bit overwhelming, to be honest," Mariska said, her voice soft. "I mean, I still can't believe that you're all...dolls." Kirsty laughed, shaking her head. "I know it's a lot to take in," she said, her voice understanding. "But I promise, it's not as bad as it sounds." Tamar leaned forward, her eyes wide with curiosity. she asked, her voice hesitant."What's it like, being a doll slave? Is it...is it as bad as it sounds?" Miriam and Kirsty exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them. Kirsty took a deep breath, her expression turning serious. "It's not as bad as you might think," she said, her voice measured. "In fact, in many ways, it's quite...liberating." Mariska's eyes widened in surprise, her brows furrowing in confusion. "Liberating?" she echoed, her voice disbelieving. "How can being a...a sex doll be liberating?" Kirsty leaned back in her chair, her eyes taking on a faraway look. "Well, for one thing, we're no longer controlled by our own desires and fears," she said, her voice thoughtful. "Victor has taken care of all that for us. We don't have to worry about money, or food, or shelter.We're safe, we're healthy, and we're happy. And as for the other...aspects of our existence, well, it's not so bad, is it, Miriam?" Kirsty said, turning to her girlfriend with a wicked grin. Miriam laughed, her cheeks flushing slightly. "No, it's not," she agreed, her voice low. "In fact, I think I can speak for both of us when I say that we've never been happier." Tamar's eyes widened in surprise, her gaze flicking between Kirsty and Miriam. "But...but you're both still slaves," she stammered, her voice filled with confusion. "How can you be happy like that?" Kirsty reached across the table, taking Tamar's hand in hers. "Because, doll, we've found a way to make the best of the situation," she said, her voice gentle yet firm."And besides, we're not exactly slaves, not in the traditional sense. We have a home, we have each other, and we have a purpose. But enough about us," Kirsty said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "What about you, Tamar? What are your plans now that you're free?" Tamar hesitated, her gaze flicking to Mariska before dropping to her lap. "I...I don't know," she admitted, her voice soft. "I don't want to go back to Georgia. Not after everything that's happened. But I don't know what else to do or where to go. What if I chose to stay here, would Victor accept me as a doll?" Tamar asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Mariska's eyes widened in shock, her gaze snapping to Tamar's face. "What do you mean, stay here?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief. "As a doll? Tamar, you can't be serious. You can't willingly choose to become a slave." Tamar looked down at her hands, twisting them in her lap. "I don't know, Mariska," she said, her voice hesitant. "I've been thinking about it a lot. I don't have anywhere else to go, and...and I don't want to go back to Georgia. But I do want to stay here, with you and the others. And if the only way to do that is to become a doll, then...then maybe I'm willing to do it." Mariska stared at Tamar, her mouth agape in shock.Miriam, sensing the tension in the air, quickly interjected. "Tamar," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. "Joining us as a doll slave is a big decision, and it's not one to be taken lightly. I think you should spend the week getting to know us and our way of life better. Only then can you make an informed decision." Tamar nodded, looking thoughtful. "I understand," she said, her voice quiet. "Thank you for the advice. I'll stay for a week and see how I feel then." Mariska looked relieved, reaching over to squeeze Tamar's hand. "Good," she said, smiling at her friend. "We'll be here to support you, no matter what you decide." The rest of the lunch passed in a blur of laughter and conversation, as the women chatted about everything from fashion to politics.As they finished their meal and prepared to leave, Kirsty turned to Tamar with a thoughtful expression. "Tamar, I was wondering if you'd like to come and help me during my bartending shift at the club tonight?" she asked. "I think it would be a great way for you to get an idea of the life of the doll slaves that serve there."Tamar hesitated for a moment, glancing over at Mariska for support. Mariska gave her a shrug. "Sure, I'd love to," Tamar replied, smiling at Kirsty. "That sounds like a great idea."As they made their way back to the apartment building, Tamar couldn't help but feel a little nervous about what the night might hold. She had never worked in a club before, and she wasn't sure what to expect.But Mariska wanted to keep an eye on Tamar, to make sure she was safe and comfortable in her new environment. So, she decided to join Kirsty and Tamar at the club, where they would be working as barmaids.Miriam and Kirsty led Mariska and Tamar to their shared wardrobe, and began to pick out sexy outfits for them to wear. "I think this red dress would look great on you," Kirsty said, holding up a slinky number that would hug Mariska's curves in all the right places. "And this black mini-dress would be perfect for Tamar," Miriam added, holding up a dress that would show off Tamar's long legs and petite figure.Mariska and Tamar looked at each other nervously, but Miriam and Kirsty assured them that they would look great. "You both have such amazing bodies, you should show them off," Miriam said with a grin.As they got dressed, Mariska and Tamar couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious.They were used to wearing plain, simple clothing, and the outfits that Miriam and Kirsty had chosen for them were quite different. But as they looked at themselves in the mirror, they couldn't deny that they looked amazing. Their makeup was flawless, their hair styled to perfection, and their outfits hugged their bodies in all the right places."Wow, I never knew I could look this good," Tamar exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief."I know, right?" Mariska agreed, smiling at her reflection. "I feel so...confident.""You should," Kirsty said, coming over to join them. "You both look stunning. I think you're going to fit right in at the club."Mariska and Tamar exchanged a glance, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension.As they stepped out of the apartment building, they were greeted by the warm evening air. They started walking towards the club, their heels clicking on the pavement. Suddenly, they heard a voice calling out to them. "Mariska! Tamar!"The girls turned around to see Lisa and Petra walking towards them, both dressed in tactical gear, their faces flushed from exertion. "Hey, what are you two doing out here?" Lisa asked, a curious expression on her face. "We were just on our way to the club," Mariska explained, gesturing to their outfits. "Kirsty asked us to help out tonight." Lisa raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. "Oh, really? Well, I think you two are going to fit right in." She turned to Petra, who was looking the girls up and down appreciatively. "Why are you two going to the club dressed like that?" Petra asked. "Oh, we're not going to the club to party," Mariska quickly explained, blushing slightly. "Kirsty asked us to help out behind the bar tonight. She thought it would be a good way for Tamar to see what it's like to be a doll slave there." Petra nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. "I was wondering, Tamar," she began, her voice cautious. "Why are you considering becoming a doll yourself?" Tamar hesitated, her gaze flicking to Mariska before dropping to her feet. "It just seems like...like a better option than going back to Georgia," she admitted, her voice soft. "I don't have anyone there, and...and I don't want to go back to the way things were before. I want to stay here, with Kirsty and the others. "Tamar, you can't be serious," she exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief. "You can't willingly choose to become a slave." "You did," Tamar said to Petra. "That was different," said Petra, "I did it to save the rest of you I can't believe that you will willingly submit to sexual slavery after what the Russians did to us!" "It's hardly the same as the Russian," argued Tamar, "you've seen how the doll slaves live, how happy they are. It's much better than I could expect in Georgia." Petra sighed, running a hand through her short hair. "You're right, Tamar," she admitted, her voice reluctant. "Things aren't great back home. But that doesn't mean you should throw away your freedom. Becoming a doll...it's a big decision. You need to think carefully before committing yourself to this life." Tamar nodded, her expression turning thoughtful. "I know," she said, her voice quiet. "I just...I don't know what else to do. I don't want to go back to Georgia, but I don't have anywhere else to go. And becoming a doll...it would mean I could stay here, with you and the others." Petra sighed, looking at Tamar with concern. "I understand how you feel, Tamar, but please, promise me you'll think about this carefully. Don't make a decision in haste." Tamar nodded, her eyes downcast. "I promise, I'll think about it." Petra leaned in and hugged Tamar tightly. "Good. Now, we have to go. It's been a long day, and we need to get some rest. You two have fun at the club, and be careful, okay?" Mariska and Tamar nodded, promising to be careful. Petra wished them a good night and she and Lisa headed into the apartment building, leaving the two girls alone on the street. "I'll think about it," Tamar promised, her voice soft. "Good," Petra said, her expression turning serious. "Because becoming a doll...it's not a decision to be taken lightly."As they headed up in the elevator to Lisa's apartment Lisa turned to Petra. "Actually we have an appointment after we clean up and have dinner," Lisa said to Petra."Isabella called me earlier. She's invited us to the hotel where she's going to turn Natasha and the other two madams from the Russian brothel into doll slaves." Petra looked at Lisa, her eyes wide with surprise. "What? Why would she do that?" she asked, her voice filled with confusion. "Well we can't let them go," said Lisa, "and don't you think it's an appropriate fate for them to be turned into sex slaves. Petra, you know how Natasha treated you and the other girls, how she profited from your suffering. I think it's only fitting that she gets a taste of her own medicine," Lisa said, her voice cold. Petra paused, considering Lisa's words. She had to admit, seeing Natasha reduced to a doll, forced to serve as a sex slave, did have a certain appeal. It would be poetic justice, in a way. "You're right," Petra said, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Let's go see Isabella. I want to be there when Natasha becomes a doll." Lisa grinned at Petra, "I thought you'd see it my way. Let's get cleaned up and changed, then we can head over to the hotel."
But as the van pulled up to an elegant apartment building, their expressions began to change. The doors of the van slid open, revealing a sight that made their hearts leap with hope. Standing there were more women, dressed in casual clothing, their faces filled with warmth and kindness. Among them was a striking redhead, her eyes scanning the faces of the rescued girls with concern. "Welcome," she said, her voice soft yet firm. "You're safe now." Lisa and Christina led the way, helping the girls out of the van and into the building. The redhead introduced herself as Melanie, her smile reassuring as she guided the girls inside. "This is where we live," she explained, her voice gentle. "We're all here to help you." The girls looked around in awe, their eyes taking in the luxurious lobby, the plush furnishings, and the artwork that adorned the walls.
Suddenly, a voice cut through their amazement, "Hungry, I presume?" They turned to see a tall, curvy blonde, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "I'm Melissa," she introduced herself, "And I've prepared a feast for you all. Come, follow me." Melissa led the way, with Melanie, Kirsty, and Miriam falling in step behind her. The girls followed, their stomachs rumbling at the mention of food. They were led to a large, communal dining room, where a long table groaned under the weight of steaming dishes. The aroma of fresh bread, savory stews, and sweet desserts filled the air, making their mouths water. "Please, sit," Melissa gestured to the chairs, "Eat as much as you like. You're safe now, and you need your strength." The girls didn't need to be told twice.
They dug into the food, their eyes darting around the room, taking in the opulence. Suddenly, one of the girls, a young brunette with wide, doe-like eyes, paused, her fork halfway to her mouth. "Miriam," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the clatter of cutlery and the low hum of conversation. "Yes, dear?" Miriam replied, turning to the girl with a warm smile. "Who...who are all these women?" she asked, her eyes scanning the room, taking in the other dolls who were helping themselves to food or chatting in small groups. "I mean, they're all so...beautiful." Miriam chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah, I see," she said, leaning in slightly. "Well, this is our home. We're all part of Victor's...unique family," she explained, her voice careful.
"And what do you mean by 'unique'?" Mariska asked, her brows furrowing in curiosity. Miriam smiled, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Well, you see, we're all...special, in our own way. We have abilities, enhancements, that make us unique. And in return for using those abilities to help Victor with his various enterprises, he provides us with a place to live, food, clothing, everything we need." Mariska's eyes widened in surprise. "So, you're all...workers? But what kind of work do you do?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Miriam leaned back in her chair, her eyes scanning the room. "Well, there's Lisa, for example," she said, gesturing to the policewoman-turned-doll who was helping herself to seconds. "She's part of Victor's security force. She's incredibly strong, fast, and durable.
Over there is Kirsty, my girlfriend" Miriam continued, pointing to the redhead who was laughing with a group of dolls, "She works at Victor's club, bartending and entertaining the guests. I work there as well. And over there, that's Melissa. She works for China Dolls, where some of the girls work as escorts. And then there's Christina," Miriam said, nodding towards the tall, blonde woman who was talking to Lisa, "She's part of Porcelain Protection Services, Victor's security company. We all have our roles to play, and in return, Victor takes care of us." Mariska's eyes widened in surprise, her mind racing with the implications of Miriam's words. "So, you're all...sex workers?" Miriam chuckled, shaking her head. "Not quite," she said, her voice gentle, "although sex is a large part of what we do. Technically I guess we are sex slaves, although it's a bit more complicated than that." Mariska's eyes widened in alarm, her voice barely above a whisper, "I don't want to be a sex slave again. I just got away from that life, I can't go back." Miriam's expression softened, her hand reaching out to squeeze Mariska's. "Oh, darling, no," she said, her voice gentle. "That's not what's going to happen. Victor isn't like the Russians. Although we have no choice but to work for him, he makes sure that we are happy in our work, and we get a lot of freedom and spending money to do what we like when we're not working." Mariska's brow furrowed, her eyes searching Miriam's face for any sign of deceit. "If you're so free then why do you keep working for Victor?" she asked, her voice hesitant. Miriam smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement . "That's a good question, Mariska," she said, her voice gentle. "And I think it's time someone gave you all the answers you deserve." Miriam stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the floor, drawing the attention of every doll and freed girl in the room. Lisa, who had been listening to the conversation with a growing sense of unease, stood up as well, her eyes meeting Miriam's across the room. "What are you doing, Miriam?" she asked, her voice low and warning. Miriam turned to her, her expression serious. "I'm telling the truth, Lisa," she said, her voice steady. "These girls deserve to know what they're getting into." Lisa's eyes narrowed, but before she could respond, Miriam turned back to the room, her voice clear and strong.
"Listen up, everyone," she said, her voice cutting through the chatter. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to Miriam. "I have something important to say." She took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the freed girls and the dolls. "I want to tell you the truth about Victor's dolls." A murmur ran through the room, and Lisa took a step forward, her expression tense. "Miriam, what are you doing?" she hissed, but Miriam held up a hand, silencing her. "No, Lisa," she said, her voice firm. "They deserve to know. They've all been through hell, and we owe it to them to be honest." She turned back to the room, her expression serious. "Victor is a scientist. He creates dolls, beautiful, enhanced women, to work for him. Some of us chose this life, others were tricked into it. We have to work for him or we will revert to doll form. But we are all happy to serve, and well taken care of," seeing signs of confusion and distress Miriam reassured the girls, "but Victor isn't planning on doing anything to you girls. He told us that you are free to stay here with us for a week while you recover, and he arranges to have you returned to your home country." The room erupted in a cacophony of voices, the girls expressing their disbelief and skepticism. "Transformed into dolls? That's ridiculous!" one of the girls exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock. "I don't believe it," another girl chimed in, shaking her head vehemently. "How can a person be turned into a doll? It's impossible!" Miriam held up her hands, silencing the room. "I understand your skepticism," she said, her voice calm and steady. "But I assure you, it's true. Victor has the technology to transform us, to give us enhanced abilities and make us...unique." The girls exchanged doubtful glances, their expressions ranging from disbelief to outright skepticism.
Suddenly, one of the girls, Petra, stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the floor. All eyes turned to her as she took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the freed girls and the dolls. "It's true," she said, her voice steady and clear. "I am one of Victor's dolls. I willingly became one of his doll slaves to help rescue you all." The room fell silent, shock and disbelief written plainly on every face. Before anyone could respond, Petra continued, "And I can prove it." She thought about transforming and her implant activated, and suddenly, her body began to change. Her muscles hardened, her skin smoothed and tightened, hardening and becoming the color of porcelain. In a matter of seconds, Petra had transformed into her combat doll form, standing tall and proud amidst the stunned silence.
The room erupted in gasps and whispers, the girls' eyes wide with disbelief and awe. "Is that...is that really you, Petra?" one of the girls stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Petra nodded, her porcelain face breaking into a small smile. "Yes, it's me," she said, her voice echoing slightly in the room. "So, it's true," another girl said, her voice filled with wonder. "Victor can really turn people into dolls." Miriam nodded, her expression serious. "Yes, he can," she said. "And some of us choose to, for our own reasons." The girls exchanged glances, their minds racing with questions. "But what's it like?" one of them asked, her voice hesitant. "Being a doll, I mean." Miriam looked around the room, her gaze meeting the eyes of each girl. "It's...different," she said finally.
"It's...hard to explain. But it's not all bad, you know. In fact, some of it is...quite wonderful." She paused, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I mean, the sex, for example. It's amazing. I never knew it could be like that." The room fell silent, the girls staring at Miriam in shock. "What do you mean?" one of them asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Miriam took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the girls. "I mean, that since becoming a doll, my senses have been heightened. Everything I feel is...intensified. And that includes...pleasure." She hesitated, her eyes flicking to Lisa, who was watching her with a worried expression. "I know it sounds strange, but it's true. And not just for me. All the dolls here, we all feel the same way." Miriam said, her voice trailing off as she noticed Lisa giving her a stern look. "Miriam, that's enough for now," Lisa interjected, her voice firm. "These girls have been through a lot, and they need rest. Any other questions can wait until tomorrow." She turned to the rescued girls, her expression softening. "Come on, let's get you all settled in for the night. You must be exhausted." Lisa began to assign each of the rescued girls to one of the doll slave residents' rooms. "You, you're with Kirsty," she said, pointing to a young brunette. "And you, you'll be with Melanie. And you, with me." She continued until each girl had been paired with a doll resident. "Follow your doll to your room. There are towels and toiletries in the bathroom. Take a shower, get some sleep.
"Mariska, come with me," Miriam said, standing up and holding out her hand. "I'll show you to your room and run you a bath. Mariska hesitated for a moment, then took Miriam's hand and allowed herself to be led away from the dining room and up a grand staircase. The apartment building was even more impressive up close, with plush carpets, ornate banisters, and beautiful artwork adorning the walls. Miriam led Mariska down a long hallway, stopping in front of a door at the end. "This is my apartment," she said, turning the handle and pushing the door open. Inside, the apartment was spacious and well-furnished, with a large living room, a bedroom, and a bathroom. Miriam led Mariska straight to the bathroom, where she began to run a bath. "Here you go," she said, turning to Mariska with a warm smile.
"Climb in, the water's perfect." Mariska hesitated for a moment before slipping out of her clothes and lowering herself into the warm, fragrant water. She let out a sigh of relief as the tension in her muscles began to fade away. Miriam watched her for a moment before turning to leave. "I'll leave you to it," she said. "Take your time. There are towels and robes in the cabinet by the sink. I'll be in the living room when you're done." Mariska nodded, her eyes already closed as she leaned back against the edge of the tub. As the door clicked shut behind Miriam, Mariska's mind began to race with thoughts of everything she had learned that day. She thought about the dolls, about their enhanced abilities and their willingness to serve Victor. She thought about Petra, about her transformation and the way she had stood tall and proud amidst the stunned silence of the room.
Mariska finished her bath, slipped into a plush robe, and made her way to the living room where Miriam was waiting for her. Miriam looked up as Mariska entered, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Feeling better?" she asked, patting the cushion beside her on the couch. Mariska nodded, returning the smile as she sat down. "Much," she said, tucking her feet up beneath her.
Miriam smiled, but then her expression turned serious. "Mariska, there's something I need to talk to you about," she said, her voice gentle yet firm. Mariska looked up, her eyes meeting Miriam's. "What is it?" she asked, a note of concern in her voice. Miriam took a deep breath, her gaze steady. "You're obviously exhausted, and I want you to get a good night's sleep. So, I think it's best if you take the bedroom tonight, and I'll sleep on the couch." Mariska's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth opening in protest. "But Miriam, I can't kick you out of your own bed," she began, but Miriam held up a hand, silencing her. "It's not a problem, really," she said, her voice reassuring. "It pulls out into a bed. It's actually quite comfortable." Mariska hesitated, her brows furrowing in thought.
"Are you sure? I don't want to put you out." Miriam smiled, her eyes warm and reassuring. "Of course, I'm sure," she said. "Like I said, it's very comfortable. Now, come on, let's get you settled in." Miriam stood up and led Mariska to the bedroom, pulling back the covers on the bed and gesturing for her to climb in. Mariska did as she was told, her body sinking into the soft mattress with a sigh of relief. Miriam tucked her in, her movements gentle and caring. "There you go," she said, her voice soft. "Get some rest. You've had a long day." Miriam leaned over and turned off the bedside lamp, plunging the room into darkness. "Goodnight, Mariska," she whispered, before quietly closing the door behind her. Mariska lay in the darkness, her mind racing with the events of the day. She thought about the brothel, about the other girls and their desperate situation. She thought about Miriam, about her kindness and her willingness to help. And she thought about Victor, about his power and his ability to turn people into dolls. She couldn't wrap her head around it all. It was too much, too surreal. She tossed and turned, unable to find a comfortable position. She was just beginning to drift off to sleep when she heard a the apartment door open and heard Miriam talking to someone.
"Kirsty," Miriam spoke quietly, but Mariska could just hear what she was saying through the bedroom door, "Mariska is sleeping. We shouldn't disturb her."
"My guest is out like a light," said Kirsty, "I'm guessing they are so exhausted that they will sleep through anything, and you know I can't stay away from you, Doll."
Miriam and Kirsty began to make out on the couch, trying to stay quiet so as not to wake Mariska in the next room. Miriam's hands roamed over Kirsty's body, feeling the curves and contours of her muscles. Kirsty moaned softly, her breath hitching in her throat as Miriam's fingers found their way under her shirt, tracing patterns on her skin. Kirsty's hands weren't idle either, they explored Miriam's body, squeezing her ass, running through her hair, and cupping her breasts. Miriam's nipples hardened under Kirsty's touch, and she let out a soft moan, burying her face in Kirsty's neck to muffle the sound. Kirsty took advantage of the position, her hands now free to roam Miriam's body uninhibited. She slipped her hands under Miriam's bra, pinching and rolling her nipples between her fingers. Miriam gasped, her hips bucking against Kirsty's.
"Shh, not so loud," Kirsty whispered, her lips brushing against Miriam's ear. "We don't want to wake Mariska." Miriam nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. "You're right," she whispered back, her voice barely audible. "We should be quiet." As the two dolls continued their passion, Mariska stirred in the next room. She listened, her heart pounding in her chest as she realized what was happening. She should have felt intrusive, but instead, she found the sounds comforting. The soft moans, the hushed whispers, the rustle of fabric - it all created a symphony that lulled her into a state of relaxation. She closed her eyes, letting the sounds wash over her, and before she knew it, she drifted off to sleep, a small smile playing on her lips.
The next morning Mariska woke refreshed, and got out of bed. She found that Miriam had laid out an outfit for her while she had been asleep. Mariska put on the clothes, noticing that while casual clothes they were all designer brands, and left the bedroom, finding Miriam already awake, sitting on the couch.
"Morning sleepy head," said Miriam, smiling warmly, "let's go down for breakfast."
Mariska rubbed her eyes and followed Miriam out of the apartment and down the grand staircase to the communal dining room. As they entered, they found the room buzzing with chatter and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filling the air. Other doll residents and their guests were already seated at the long table, helping themselves to food from the buffet laid out on the sideboard. Miriam led Mariska to a table where Kirsty was sitting with a young woman Mariska recognised as one of the Georgian girls she had been trafficked by the Russians with to work in the brothel. "Mariska, do you know Tamar?" Kirsty asked, gesturing to the young woman. Mariska gave Tamar a hug and sat down opposite her, as Miriam sat down across from Kirsty and gave her girlfriend's hand a squeeze.
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