Molly Mulligan

There was a knock at the door. Hank had butterflies in his stomach. “Is this real?” he thought to himself...



He had answered the ad on the Reverie Manufacturing website for an “escort dolly.” “Molly Mulligan, Amazon pinup, does cosplay, fantasy and brat play. Contact now for the ultimate DFE! (doll friend experience)” The image was of this amazing redhead, about 5' 10” wall, incredible looking body. She almost didn't seem real... almost... manufactured.



It had to be some sort of CGI, or photo-shopped. At the very least, it had to be a picture of another person, and he was gonna end up with some coked-up hooker, he thought. But, the website did say if he didn't like what he saw, or if the image didn't match up with the doll, he was entitled to his money back. Worst off, he keeps his money and whacks off to the image on the website that night.



Hank cracked the door open nervously. Peeking through the opening, he meekly replies, “Yes?”



“Hey,” a husky and sultry voice said. “You Hank?”



Hank opened the door, and let the redhead bombshell in, and could barely keep from gaping. She was exactly like the photo, perfect in every way; Her looks, her movements, even the way she spoke. She even arrived in fish nets, leather boots and driver's gloves, a tight fitting green latex body suit, with a zipper from her neck all the way down to her nether regions, and a black leather shrug, just as he asked.



“Wow,” Hank said, astonished, “You really pull that cosplay off well!”



“You kidding?” Molly's eyes lit up. “I love the Black Starling, she's one of my favorite superheroes! You ever been to a comic-con?”



“Sure! Just last year I went as the Shadow Archer!” Hank replied, excited to connect with someone who shared his enthusiasm of comics...



“I actually went as the Black Starling this year during Geek Week. Kept getting asked for autographs and for photos with people...”



“Oh, rude much, Hank?” he said, offering her a seat on the sofa. “You like coffee? Will it affect... what you... do?”



“Oh certainly, and not at all!” Molly graciously takes the seat offered to her as Hank went to get some coffee brewing in the carafe...



“Sugar and cream?”



“Fuck yeah!” Molly replied...



Hank begins to prepare the coffee for the both of them... “So, you get a lot of business there?”



“Mmmhmm,” Molly replied... “Not that I go there for that. I actually went to check out the Realms of Ragecraft booth and to get an autograph from Morris Granton for my copy of Katie Khaos #1. But, people see this, and well, offers are made, good times that I just can't being myself to turn down.”



Hank was amazed at the way Molly spoke so plainly about what she did, something that to Hank seemed so mysterious and wonderful. He was fascinated at the fact that this woman was prepared to offer her body as a toy to him with such confidence, a complete stranger with absolutely no experience with women, much less living dolls. Hank asked, a bit shyly, as he sat down with Molly and handed her the coffee, “Mind telling me what it was like? I mean, if it's not too personal...”



“Oh, not at all!” Molly replied in her now trademark confident tone. “I just scarfed down an ice cream cone, when these three comic book nerds came up to me and commented on my costume. The conversation may have led to mentioning certain 'activities...' I went to my room, grabbed my duffel bag full of cosplay outfits, and made my way to theirs... We talked, played some Battlemace 5000 and Shaftcraft, had some pizza, and then they put me under.”



“Put you under?”



“Yeah, like when you go into a trance... they made me their play toy.”



“What was that like?” Hank seemed ever more interested than before... “Were you aware of it all?”



“Oh yeah!” Molly responded. “One of them said the code word, and I just froze up like a doll.”



“Aren't you worried they could use that code word again?”



“It changes every time...” Molly responded. “You got the email with the code word, right?”



“Yeah, it's right here!” Hank checked his phone, and sure enough there was the code phrase included in the confirmation email... “Aurora.”



“So, you wanna play around with your dolly?” Molly asked casually, staring square into Hank's eyes.



Hank began to get nervous again... He asks, “Tell me more about that night...” he figures that will buy him some more time, give him some ideas of what to do, to gather the confidence for taking on such a delightfully taboo activity...



“Well, they started playing around... they had me re-enact Black Starling #8, where she busts up the cock fighting ring... Of course, I didn't really mess 'em up, was just playing around, you know, doing some soft tosses, getting them pinned in between my legs, getting their face in-between my chest, yeah they dug that a lot...”



“What happened next?”



“They turned me into their doll... started to dig in my duffel bag, getting me dressed up into that Night Mistress outfit, slipping on that bustier over this chest o' mine, it was a tight squeeze, but it felt nice having all those pervy guys get their hands all over this body, being all helpless... Then they posed me in all these fun positions... they even had me pose with a bowl of Rye Flakes and a tall boy... that was pretty silly, good times!”



“Did they do... anything else?”



“Well, they turned me into a rag doll, tossed me on the hotel bed. They propped me up in a sitting position, slipped off that bustier, I could feel my breasts jump out of it, it was really hot... then as they let me go, I felt myself lapse onto the bed, I felt my body bounce as it hit the mattress. They licked my crimson lips and jammed a few fingers up in me, it felt amazing having them just explore this body like it was Christmas time for them, well it was kinda for me too. All I could do was lay there, helpless, as these fuckers ravished me, filling every hole I had with their cocks. There were only four other times I could remember cumming so hard... and as many times...”



“And you enjoy this?”



“Mmmhmm, hell yeah! You have no idea how much I love being a doll and being used like that... let people play with my body, no thought in my mind, with only the desire to please and be used in this beating heart of mine...” Molly put the coffee down, leaned back in her chair, and looked square into Hank's eyes once again. “So, now you got your very own Black Starling dolly to play with, all night, Hank, tell me,” Molly mischievously grins, biting her finger softly, “what ya gonna do with this dolly?”



Hank got silent. He wasn't sure what to say, before Molly arrive he couldn't stop coming up with ideas and exploring the possibilities, but now, his mind is blank...



Molly smiles and says softly, “I see, you're afraid you're gonna weird me out, or you're gonna cross a line. I get it. Tell ya what, you tell me whatever you want to do, and I'll let you know if I'm okay with it or not, deal?” Molly was okay with pretty much anything, but this usually helps to put client's concerns at rest...



“Okay,” Hank thought... “What if we just sat down and watched the Solar Wars Saga and cuddled?”



“Hmm...” Molly grinned... “Being a cuddle toy and watching Solar Wars? I'm down with that!”



“Even if it meant just sitting there, helpless, watching a movie?”



“Sure! I love Solar Wars, and one thing you got to understand about this doll, cuddling gets her hot.”



“Okay, what if I just left you there, laying on the floor all night, brought some friends over to check you out?”



“That sounds fucking amazing...”



“What if I dressed you up in latex, bound you up and fingered you?”



“Ooh, promises, promises!”



“What if I just simply ripped your clothes off and had my way with your body?”



“Okay, the ripping the clothes part, you rip it, you pay for it. But other than that, stripping me down and using me like a fuck toy... you just got yourself a date!”



Hank could see that pretty much anything went with Molly... He had an idea... maybe buy him some time to get enough courage to say the code word...



“Let's play some Shaftcraft, you cool with that?”



“Sounds cool to me, we got all night!” Molly pulled a laptop from her duffel bag, with skull and crossbones all over it. She booted it up, and loaded ShaftCraft. Hank loaded up a LAN map, and they began playing.



They played for about an hour while Hank got the courage to say the code word. Finally, Hank motions to Molly, and says “Check this out...”



Molly leans over to look at Hank's screen, “What's up?”



Hank says, “Over here, let's build that 'Aurora'”



Molly's mind recognized the code word, as she felt a cool sensation slide through her body Her insides, her muscles, her bone, her flesh, felt like they merged into lithe, rubbery silicone, freezing in place, supple, yet unable to move on it's own. Sensory awareness remained, but all sensation of being anything but a mere toy slipped away from her. Her thoughts, once a maelstrom, began to thicken, as if harder and harder to think, until the mind became completely still, her brain merging into the oneness of silicone that is becoming her body, morphing, transmuting, until the metamorphosis is complete.



Molly Mulligan was now a living doll. No mind, no will of it's own, just a mere toy, ready to be played with. The only thing that remained was a soft, yet powerful feeling where her heart once was, a desire, the desire of a doll, to please whoever plays with it, and to be used by whomever sees fit.



Hank, despite the explanation of the dollification process Molly went through in the confirmation email, still seemed perplexed by it. He was shocked that the code word worked so quickly. “Molly?”



Molly appeared frozen in position, leaned over and looking at Hank's screen. Even her eyes did not move... Her face, once full of life, gave off a soft expression, a pleasant one, but giving no hint of vitality, but the expression of a doll, just happy to be played with, and to have someone to play with it. Even when Hank waved his hand in front of Molly's face, it's eyes did not betray it's doll-like appearance.



Of course, Hank realized that nothing really changed about Molly, besides her behavior. And, in fact, Molly was still flesh and blood. However, the programming that her, or now it's, owner, Miss Sable, trained into it, gave it the sensation of becoming a living doll, a sensation that Molly simply adored.



Hank still wasn't convinced. He gently placed his hand on it's limber thigh. The doll did not respond. He then gently moved his hand under the leather shrug and placed his hands on it's ample breasts, giving a soft squeeze. Still no reaction. He then placed his lips on it's and gave it a soft kiss on it's rose petal lips. It's mouth parted passively to accept his tongue in it's, but other than that, the doll simply did not respond.



Dolly's heart felt every touch, and his mouth parting it's lips. While unable to respond, it's heart glowed, desiring more... It wanted to be used... it was a plaything, it was meant to be played with...



Hank decided to play some more Shaftcraft, holding his dolly close. The dolly's body lolls against his, simply sitting there with it's user, content on being held and watching him build a house. Hank occasionally ran his hands along various parts of the dolly's body, dolly would shiver with delight, if it could...



Hank then poses his dolly, in various crime-fighter poses. Dolly's heart glowed again, loving the feel of it's user's hands posing every part of it's otherwise immobile body, and role-playing the part of the superhero. Dolly could not think of any lines to say, or be able to speak, since dolly has no mind or will for these things. But it's user was more than happy to provide dialogue and scenarios for it. And this delighted dolly.



Finally, Hank got enough courage to finally try out some of his more naughtier fantasies... Hank carried dolly to the bedroom, sitting it up on the bed. Dolly sat their patiently, as it is all a dolly can do, but anticipate the inevitable, delightful ravishing of it's user.



Hank said the words “It's rag doll time, Molly,” and dolly went from being a pose-able figure, to becoming a limp rag doll. It's body fell passively onto the bed, face up, it's head hanging off the edge of the bed.



Hank picked up the dolly, and removed the leather shrug. He also began to unzip the latex body suit, and pulling it over it's shoulders, allowing it's breasts to fall softly into place, teasing him to play with them. After getting the arms out of it's body suit, he allowed dolly's body to fall back, as it bounced freely back onto the bed, it's breasts softly jiggling. He pulled the latex body suit from it's legs... and admired his dolly.



Dolly felt the coolness of it's naked body exposed to it's user. It could not cover itself up, nor did it desire to. It felt no shame, no inhibition, only the desire to please, and the overwhelming anticipation of being used...



Hank knelt over his gorgeous dolly, and took one of it's soft, supple breasts in his hand. He then took one of the dolly's hands and placed it on his cock, making it stroke him gently. Hank was amazed at the fact that something like this was even possible, girls really went for this stuff?



Dolly felt it's user's hand on it's chest, as it's nipple tingled, swelling ever so slightly, and the warm, slowly hardening cock in it's hand. It adored the way it's user's cock felt in it's lithe fingers, and even though the desire was there to stroke it, dolly could only rely on the assistance of it's user, but delighted in the sensation nonetheless.



After playing with his dolly's beautiful body, he took it's legs, slinging them over his shoulder, and pressed his cock inside it's soft, wet folds. Hank cried out softly, “Oh, God!” as the sensation of his dolly's warm, pink insides began to caress his rock hard cock.



Dolly felt it's legs being pulled up on it's user's shoulders, and his rock hard cock entering in-between it's legs. Dolly cannot squirm in delight, it cannot fight to resist, it can only accept Hank's cock inside of it, and hope that it's pussy pleases it's user.



Hank begins to thrust in and out, fucking the dolly, first slowly and gently, and working up to a passionate, rough thrust, enjoying the sensation and the feel of his dolly as it bounces around on his cock, tossing here and there, it's placid face and blank stare showing no hint of thought or desire.



Dolly's body tosses about helplessly as it is used by it's owner. It's breasts bounce playfully with every thrust, it's head lolls here and about, it's legs dangle and bounce as it satisfies it's owner, the sensations of pleasure rippling through it's silicone body. The energy not expended in typical thrashing and moaning heightens the sensations... but it's face shows no hint of these feelings, it can only softly smile and stare off into nothing...



Hank cries out, “God, you're fucking amazing, I think I'm gonna let loose!” Hank pulls out, and pulls his cock towards dolly's face, his cock exploding all over the dolly.



Dolly has no choice but to lay helplessly, as the hot creamy cum running down it's face sends it over the edge, causing it to orgasm. Being unable to move or resist, makes the sensation even more intense, causing it to orgasm again and again. Dolly lays there, being unable to do anything else, it's head hanging off the edge of the bed, as semen drips off it's face onto the floor below, enjoying having being used in such rough abandon...



Hank lays back down on the bed, and turns on the television, leaving dolly where it is. He turns on the television and watches the latest episode of AEGIS.



Dolly just lays there, passive, the cum still dripping from it's face, head hanging from the bed, lavishing in the sensation of just being abandoned like a used toy.



Hank picks up his phone, and makes a call. “Hey, Paul? What you up to? Yeah, you gotta come over here, there is something you totally have to see and try out. Yeah, I rented a dolly for the night, it's fucking amazing! What do you mean, you're busy? Fuck that shit, get over here man, you won't regret it!”



Dolly, laying in bliss, hears these words, and delights in the anticipation of another playmate...