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All characters are over 18 years old and this story is solely a figment of my imagination.
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The Doll - part 3
(Wendy's point of view)
To my surprise Megan does not take me to the apartment I already know, but instead takes me to a mansion on the outskirts of town, where she is greeted by Angelika, a woman in her forties whom I have seen sometime in her apartment and who introduced me as the cook, although on this occasion she is naked and sporting the slave collar around her neck.
"I see you've bought yourself a new toy;" Angelika tells her with her eyes on the floor, "What do I do with the three pets you have in your room?" she asks.
"They are trained pleasure slave girls, let the men entertain themselves for a few days and then sell them to some brothel;" Megan replies without pausing. "Try to get a good price, they are top whores."
"As you command Miss Megan;" replies Angelika.
I knew Megan was rich, but I didn't imagine she was as rich as the huge mansion in front of me implies, that discovery scares me, seeing how contrary to everything she says at the university when we chat, not only she doesn't care about having slave girls, but she treats them as simple objects.
Once inside the mansion we go up the stairs and after walking down a hallway with numerous doors on the sides we enter a room barely decorated, but with just enough objects and decorations for what Megan has in mind.
"Tonight, I hope my room is already free and I can play with you there;" she explains to me as if she is talking to a lover or a friend instead of a slave girl. "But now I can't wait to enjoy myself with you;" she adds pushing me down on the bed.
Megan doesn't even bother to restrain me or order me not to move before lying down between my legs and uncovering my pussy, the few remnants of resistance that appear in my mind as I realize that fact, disappear as soon as I feel Megan's tongue entering my pussy.
This last week in Charles' hands has been a real nightmare, although my body has enjoyed numerous orgasms, my mind has not stopped looking for a way to escape from this situation I have put myself in. The worst thing has not been the times and the different ways Charles has fucked me, using my pussy, my ass and my mouth, the worst thing is that this last week in his power he has not used me like a doll, forced to obey him, knowing that he was simply fucking three holes, he has fucked me like a naked slave girl, letting the periods of time he was not using me feel like a free woman.
With Megan my body surrenders instantly, and my mind doesn't take long to follow, letting itself be carried away by the pleasure her caresses give me, I expected to be used to give her pleasure and then fucked as happened at the birthday party, in no way did I expect something like this and I start to get scared knowing that if this is repeated during these two weeks, I will end up surrendering completely to her.
The next two hours Megan doesn't stop, she barely lifts her head from between my thighs for a few seconds, and her fingers don't leave the inside of my pussy at any time. The orgasms come one after another, shutting down my mind little by little, reducing me to a mere doll made for pleasure.
"I bought a new strap-on with you in mind;" Megan tells me getting up from the bed, heading to a cabinet on the wall, "It's the same size as the one I used the other day, but with some special additions."
My eyes snap open and I try to scream through the gag, I move my arms and realize I am not immobilized and make an attempt to get up, though Megan also notices and activates my collar to immobilize me, before she begins to fuck me, she ties my arms over my head and my legs to the bed posts, deactivating my collar so my body struggles against the incoming penetration.
Just as Megan places the huge cock at the entrance to my pussy, there is a knock at the door, and Angelika enters lowering her gaze to the floor.
"I'm sorry Miss Megan, there are problems at the offices and they request your presence immediately;" she tells her without looking up.
Megan takes some time to react, she looks angry and I'm afraid she's going to take it out on me, but she finally sits up and gets dressed to leave.
"See if you can take the suit off the doll and clean her thoroughly;" Megan orders Angelika, "Now that my horniness is gone, I can't help but think that she has spent a week in the hands of that bastard Charles."
I feel my heart flip, Angelika knows me and if she sees me without the suit, she will tell Megan and I will be free of this nightmare.
I am so excited about the possibility of being released that I don't even realize that I have been left alone. Time goes by and I start to despair when I see that no one is coming, not only because of the anxiety of being released, but also because I am starting to get horny again and I need someone to play with my pussy.
Finally, I hear someone come in and I sit up as much as I can on the bed to check who it is, glad that it is Angelika.
"Let's get you out of that suit and see what you're hiding underneath;" she comments starting to loosen my restraints.
Unfortunately, I barely find myself unrestrained for a couple of minutes, I go from being chained on the bed to being chained to a wooden frame in the center of the room.
As Angelika begins to manipulate the suit, I pray that she removes my hood first, but she unzips the suit and removes it leaving me naked except for my boots.
"Too big tits for your body;" she murmurs playing with my nipples, "I hope when you are released from the suit they return to their normal size, you have a magnificent body."
I notice how Angelika's hands continue down my body, outlining my barcode and the sex shop logo tattooed on my pubis.
"I know a certain spoiled girl I'd like to see with this tattoo, if only for a couple of days;" Angelika comments, referring to Megan.
"This will have a worse solution;" she tells me without knowing what she is referring to until she brings her fingers to my pussy, "From the moment a slave girl is collared, she is permanently aroused, but the new collars multiply that tenfold, something to do with nanobots I think."
I don't care about Angelika's explanations, I just want her to continue masturbating me, I need to cum and not just once.
To my misfortune Angelika stops just as I am on the edge of orgasm. "Not yet doll, Megan won't be here until tonight, we'll have plenty of time to play when I finish washing you."
Angelika continues to undress me, removing my boots, all the while never stopping stroking me at any point, keeping me on the brink of orgasm. My breathing quickens as I feel her manipulate the zipper of my hood and begin to slowly remove it.
"Miss Wendy!?" she exclaims as she sees my face "What happened?"
I try to explain everything, but the collar prevents me from speaking, and even if I could the gag would prevent me from being understood.
Angelika smiles and removes my gag, further reactivating both my voice and my ability to move.
For the next fifteen minutes I tell Angelika everything that has happened these past few days, omitting only and without knowing why the details concerning Sally.
"Please release me;" I plead with Angelika.
"I'm sorry Miss Wendy, I belong to Miss Megan and I can't do what you ask;" she tells me ducking her eyes, "But I can help you to lower your arousal;" she tells me smiling.
Without another word Angelika kneels at my feet and brings her mouth to my pussy, gently kissing my lips down its length, she reminds me of Megan and I can't help but think that my friend has learned from her slave girl. As her tongue begins to move around my clit the pleasure begins to build up bringing me close to orgasm again.
"You can cum as many times as you want Miss Wendy;" Angelika tells me treating me as if I am not her owner's doll.
Angelika doesn't have to say anything else, she burst into an intense orgasm knowing that it will surely be the first of many I will reach thanks to the woman's caresses.
Soon Angelika attaches her fingers to her tongue, and later incorporates a small vibrator, bringing me to one intense orgasm after another, exhausting me so much that I'm sure if I wasn't tied up, I would have fallen to the floor.
"I'd better give you a bath and let you rest for a while;" Angelika comments to me as she stands up, licking the remnants of my juices from her lips. "I'm sure Miss Megan will want to play with you for a while tonight."
"Aren't you going to release me?" I ask her in fright.
"I can't answer that question, Miss Wendy;" she answers me, "What I am sure is that Miss Megan has been fantasizing about playing with you for a long time, and she is not going to waste the opportunity, in the morning she will make her decision."
As has happened to me so many times these previous days I feel a twinge in my body and it doesn't take long for me to fall asleep.
(Megan's point of view)
The day is being fucking shitty, I should have been in my mansion playing with my doll, fucking her and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm, then ordering her to position herself between my legs and return the favor. Instead, I have spent all day in the office solving some problems caused by one of the secretaries, who as payment for her mistake has received a slave collar and will be sold tomorrow at auction.
I just hope Angelika has gotten rid of my old pets, cleaned up Wendy the doll and has her ready for me in my rooms.
It is almost nine o'clock at night when I return to the mansion, as usual Angelika is waiting for me at the door, although this time I know she is smiling more than usual.
"It looks like you had a good time;" I comment to her.
"Very good, Miss Megan, the Wendy doll is an excellent toy, I love the way she moans when she cums and when I let her play with her tongue in my pussy, God, it was amazing!" she replies.
