Imperial Advisor Magnus is a frequent enjoyer of the Empress's premier caste of sex slaves, a kennel of nameless, superbly-trained women referred to as dolls. When he learns that a typically well-behaved doll has been acting out, he takes a personal interest in the situation. Very dark content rating - please read the tags below carefully, as some readers might find this trends more towards erotic horror.
This story will be split into two parts, with the second being slightly longer than the first; the entire story totals 11.5k words. The meta tags and the content warnings below all pertain to the entire story.
Content Warnings/Tags: sexual slavery; reference to torture and solitary confinement being used as a means of brainwashing and training slaves (not directly depicted on page); pussy spanking/whipping (riding crop); desperation/bladder control; minimal/inadequate aftercare
The Doll Kennel was one of the loveliest rooms in the palace, in Magnus' opinion.
It was, of course, where the dolls were kept: a small harem of specially-trained slave women, each one perfectly coiffed with tight curls in her hair, wearing either an elaborate costume of frills and jewel-tones or absolutely nothing at all, depending on what their current duties demanded and on the whims of the Doll-Master who kept them in order.
Legally, they belonged to the Imperial Family. However, the Empress, in her wisdom and generosity, made them available for public use, to a certain extent: anyone who went to the Doll Kennel and requested it might make use of their mouths and hands, and anyone of a certain rank was welcome to penetrate their back end.
The primary hole--and all associated feminine parts--were property of the Empress. The dolls were to be touched there only by the Empress herself, or by someone of her bloodline. Of course, the Doll-Master could also handle them wherever necessary in the course of carrying out his duties, such as shaving and washing the girls and administering discipline.
On this day, as Magnus strolled into the room, he witnessed a doll who had clearly been the recent recipient of the Doll-Master's discipline. She was strapped into the stocks: a heavy contraption installed at the entrance of the Kennel that held her head at a level to provide oral service to anyone who requested it, with a ring-shaped gag in her mouth to allow them to slip right in without so much as having to voice their request.
Her hands were cuffed beside her face, allowing her to provide manual service as well. Ankle and knee straps kept her squatting legs spread wide to expose her cunt, which had recently been whipped red, doubtless by the crop that the Doll-Master carried.
The doll was a mess. Her hair had been mussed by someone who had grabbed too hard while rutting into her gaping mouth, and her face was damp with tears and her own spit. Magnus recognized her as one of the less popular dolls, a bit plain-faced but generally obedient and sweet-tempered, not one he had expected to find in such a position.
He tutted as he approached her. "Caught touching the Empress's property, were you?"
She whimpered, unable to speak with the gag in her mouth, and gave him the same deeply shamed look as one might expect to receive from a loyal dog who had been unable to resist the temptation of stealing from the table.
"Don't know what's gotten into that one," Doll-Master Scipio grunted, hobbling over from where he had been inspecting another girl who appeared to be convalescing in bed, her cheeks pink with fever. "I have half a mind to re-train her. Caught her fiddling with herself once and I put the collar-cuffs on her for twelve hours, just as a reminder, and the very next day, what does she do? Sneaks right off and does it again!"
"Well, that's very out of character, isn't it?"
"You're not wrong," Scipio sighed, leaning heavily on the side of the stocks to brace his bad leg and tugging at the doll's hair to flatten the mess somewhat. "She ain't been herself lately. That's why I'm thinking some re-training might do her good."
"Would you mind if I had a look at her records?"
Scipio hummed, then shrugged. "Well, as it's you, I suppose there's no harm in it." He led Magnus over to the desk where he kept his records and notes.
Another girl knelt beside the desk, her arms secured behind her back and her mouth plugged with a ball gag, a haughty expression on her face. This was a doll who Magnus much more expected to see in the stocks; she was bratty as a rule, and often flirted with touching herself in ways she shouldn't as a means of getting attention--though Magnus knew Scipio didn't dare crop her on her cunny the way he'd done with the other, since she enjoyed it too much.
Evidently, Scipio had had to find another punishment for her, with the stocks occupied.
As Scipio sat, he reached over and tugged at the collar around her neck. She huffed and glared, but crawled into the well under the desk and allowed him to rest his ankles across the soft skin of her back.
Scipio pulled open one of the drawers in his desk and rifled through it, then pulled out a sheaf of paper and handed it up to Magnus. "There you are, that's her."
At the top was a series of letters that must have identified the girl to Scipio. The dolls were not permitted to have names, even nicknames, but the Doll-Master needed some way to label each one in his records, for which Magnus understood he had some system of labeling their various physical and personality attributes.
Beneath that was a list of dates, with names or places beside them: anywhere that the doll had been requested to serve.
"She's been spending a lot of time in the guards' quarters," Magnus observed, reading down the page.
"Aye, and I know they can be a bit careless," Scipio said. That was an understatement; the young men who staffed the palace guards often treated the dolls they shared as toys, taking them fast and rough in a way that gave little gratification even to the most easily-satisfied doll. "But she's always been a favorite of theirs and she's never sulked about it before now."
Magnus hummed in acknowledgement and flipped back further. "Ah. She was a favorite of Magistrate Porcius, too."
"Yes, well, but he stopped requesting her months ago," Scipio said, frowning.
"Gossip in the palace reaches even your dolls eventually," Magnus reminded him. "She will have heard about the wedding."
"Ahh," Scipio sighed in disappointment. "You may be right. Well, if she'd gotten so attached to him, I suppose she will need retraining. What a shame."
The training process for dolls was a difficult one which involved thoroughly breaking the woman's ego through long periods of isolation and privation, making her perfectly suited to life as a doll and nothing else. Re-training was often even harder on her, and a doll who went through the process twice was likely to come out so docile that she was more mute animal than person.
"No, no, I don't think we need to go that far." Magnus put a hand on Scipio's shoulder. "Let me take her for a few days, I have a thought of what can be done for her."
"Hmm. I shouldn't. It's not protocol," Scipio said, squinting up at Magnus.
