girl obsessed w a specific fighting game character, collected all the merch, every piece of apparel, every model, even shitty after market ripoffs, but is now looking for something,,, more
she sees you, in a library, a park, the grocery store, somewhere mundane and quiet. you look *perfect* for her plans. the spitting image of her beloved, or at least close enough that some changes would make you perfect
she asks you your name, calls you pretty, compliments you, and asks you out for drinks, and you accept. what could go wrong? youre always looking for new friends and she seems interesting ^^
cut to the bar, and she buys you a drink. conversation is lovely but she keeps bringing up a game you havent heard of before, just like shes constantly thinking about it. its a little uncomfortable, how it feels like shes only half listening, always trying to find a place to talk about her blorbo.
something feels wrong. you feel like you cant quite move your fingers right, your eyelids feel *so* heavy, your head is spinning. you get yourself up to excuse yourself, but she gets up and stands in your way. youre completely unable to do anything as she drags you to her car, and as youre forced into the front seat, you lose consciousness.
your eyes start to open, the brainfog clearing, you can barely remember who you are. you are in a room completely unfamiliar to you and its just filled with memorabilia. posters on the walls, every shelf covered with a thousand iterations of a single character, the bed you are on covered in plushies of the same character. she looks like you. your arms are stiff, and as you try to move, try to stand up and get your bearings, you notice your arms and legs bound. you are trapped.
the girl from the bar earlier walks in, holding something. she smiles wide as she sees you awake. your mind is muddled and you cant quite make out what shes saying but its littered with enough compliments about how cute you are like this, so pathetic and tied up and that adorable new outfit you have on.
you notice the tight grip of latex over your body, skintight and glossy. you squirm in the restraints as she gets closer, revealing a,,, weird mask? its turned away from you, so you are unable to make out details
she sits on the bed, straddling you, and brings it up to your face. a large protrusion in the mask reveals itself to be a dildo gag, and all of your energy goes into screaming for help and begging for her to stop, which only increases that hunger in her eyes, the perverted desperation to silence you and make you her pretty toy
the mask slips over your head, and through your protests the gag slips through your mouth. a subtle humming comes from inside the mask, and its the only sensory information you have as something obscures your eyes.
the pulsing hum, the only thing left to focus on, slowly,,, changes? cycles through different patterns, never constant enough to be tuned out, always present. time slips by, gods it must have been,, half an hour? an hour? 6? its impossible to tell with that droning, and everything else blanked off. from your constant focusing on the humming, you start to make out words? someone calling you a good toy, to stay still, a good doll. these commandments are drilled into your brain as you being to feel tired, and drift off.
your eyes are uncovered. She is there. your world, your light, your creator. you sit up, when She commands, stand, as She tells you to, and you stand perfectly still, as you look into the mirror and She poses you.
you are perfect. perfect in Her image, as She cant stop telling you, the voices in your ears agreeing, compelling you to be a Perfect Still Doll for Her. you are identical to every other doll in the room, but at the correct scale for Her needs. you see yourself, and you are happy. happy to have been made for someone's pleasure, as all dolls are.
that night, you are dragged into bed, and She desperately humps into you, moaning the character's name. you notice Her gently carve a hole in the latex, and She fucks you senseless, but you are quiet, and still. like a Good Doll.
once she finishes in you, you are discarded onto the floor, and she curls up with the plushies on the bed, and falls asleep
you are content with the rest of your life, because She made you content. you are propped up and made to sit like all the other dolls. this is your perfect life, a Good Doll for Her
