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Living Doll
By Anynom
Author's Notes: Don't read this if you're under 18 and don't try this at home. Saw a thing on Amazon.com and the idea just came together. Hope you like it. Enjoy.
There were Playmates who were more famous than Karen McDougal, that was for sure. Even being Playmate of the Year didn't automatically give one a life of fame and fortune. Sure, Jenny McCarthy, Anna Nicole Smith and Pamela Anderson had all made huge careers based on their "Playboy" fame but there were plenty others who hadn't. Still, the 1998 Playmate of the Year had something not even they could boast to: Her very own action figure.
Karen always felt a little pride at that, that she had something that literally kept her beauty perfect forever. Technically, Pamela's figure was of her as her "VIP" character, so Karen had a unique position in history.
One look at her and you could tell why she headlined a list for women to become figures. Tall with a nearly perfect physique highlighted by a pair of large breasts, long dark hair flowing to her shoulders and a face so beautiful it seemed as if it had to have been made from scratch.
The money from the rights to the figure, added with the usual reward for her Playmate of the Year title, made sure Karen had a very nice nest egg put together, not that she used it too often but it was a good thing for her future. It allowed her to do what she was doing right now, shopping at some nicer stores for some gifts for a friend's party.
She didn't know why, of all places, she was picking a toy shop but her friend did like some of those higher-priced sets based on classic horror movies and she figured she could pick up a few here. She walked into the store, wearing a simple dress that did little to hide her more than ample figure, her long and smooth legs running out from the skirt.
Karen walked down the aisles of the shop, looking from side to side, trying to see if she could pick out something her friend might like. She passed by the usual racks of figures before getting to the more high-end stuff, the kind that collectors loved. She paused at one shelf and shook her head. Wouldn't you know it, there was her figure in a special stand. Based on one of her pictorials, her figure wore a simple pair of lace underwear with a fur coat hanging from her arms.
"Oh. My. God." Karen turned to see a man standing before her. He was in his early twenties with dark hair and a decent build, pushing up a pair of glasses on his nose as he looked from the figure to Karen, realizing who she was. "Oh my God, Karen McDougal! Oh, Ms. McDougal, I am such a fan, I can't believe you're really here!"
"Easy, easy," Karen smiled, holding up a hand. "I'm glad to be here, really. I was just shopping for something for a friend. Nice assortment here."
"Thanks," the man smiled. "I'm Chuck, I'm just the clerk around here but my boss insists on being able to hold a great stock."
"And he does," Karen said, looking around. "He really does." She glanced to her figure. "Hey, any store with that must be nice."
"Well, we do get some requests for that," Chuck smiled. "Think of how many we could sell if we had it undressed."
Karen laughed. "Actually, I think more guys would at least keep the underwear on, makes it more sexy." "Oh, I think you underestimate your body," Chuck smiled.
"Ah, shouldn't be surprised," Karen said. "At least I'm famous, right? Damn good work on it, I have to admit."
"Glad you think so," Chuck said. "So, um, looking for something in particular?"
"Well, a guy I know loves these figures based on old movie monsters," Karen said. "Know anything that might be good?"
"Hmmm, let me think," Chuck muttered, moving towards the counter. "Say, I think we just got in something that could be just the thing." He moved over and picked up a small doll that was designed like the Bela Legousi Dracula. "This is part of the McFarlane collection," Chuck went on. "Classic Monsters series. Anyway, this is a special version of the regular figure, not many stores have it."
"What makes it so special?" Karen asked as she walked up to the counter.
"This," Chuck answered, flicking a switch on the back of the figure. Instantly, Dracula's eyes lit up with an eerie red glow, beginning to flash as Chuck held the figure up. "Nice touch," Karen said. Actually, she thought it was a little cheap but maybe her friend would like it.
"Yeah, it's supposed to be like the way Dracula hypnotizes his female victims," Chuck explained. "I guess it's supposed to be as you look into his flashing red eyes, he hypnotizes you, you know? I mean, you look at his flashing red eyes and they're hypnotic and you just can't help looking into it and as you look into his flashing red eyes, deep into his flashing red eyes, you're supposed to be hypnotized, you're supposed to feel yourself being hypnotized as you look into the flashing red eyes, you're supposed to be hypnotized as you look into the flashing red eyes, you're supposed to be hypnotized, Karen, you're being hypnotized, you're hypnotized by the eyes, Karen, you're hypnotized by the flashing red eyes, hypnotized by the flashing red eyes, you're hypnotized, Karen, you're hypnotized."
"Hypnotized....." Karen whispered, her eyes staring blankly at the flashing red eyes on the doll. Once again, the special lighting mechanism Chuck had put in was doing its job well, swiftly putting Karen into a hypnotic state with every flash of the red eyes.
"Yes, Karen, hypnotized now, you are hypnotized. Close your eyes, Karen, close your eyes and slide into a deep, deep hypnotic sleep." He watched Karen's eyes slowly slide shut, her head slumping slightly forward. Damn, it was working faster than ever, Karen must have been a better hypnotic subject than he thought.
Chuck licked his lips as he started to speak, his plans coming to mind even as they emptied from his mouth. "Karen, listen to me very carefully. When you wake up, you won't remember being asleep, but there is something you'll have to do for me......."
Chuck's house was a much bigger and more grand home than one might expect from a simple clerk at a toy store. Of course, the fact that Chuck had used his little toy to get better prices on some items from some shoppers had definitely helped. It was the perfect place not just to live but also for some special items Chuck couldn't place anywhere else.
He was coming to the front door even before it rang, Karen was right on time. He smiled and opened the door, seeing her standing before him in bare feet, wearing only a fur coat, a taxi pulling out of his driveway. "Hi," she stammered. "Um, I'm sorry, I really don't know why I'm here, I just felt this need-------"
"Dracula's eyes, Karen," Chuck said and watched her eyes slide shut as she fell back into a trance. "Open your eyes, Karen, but remain deeply hypnotized." He watched her open her eyes and stare back at him blankly. "Follow me, Karen," Chuck said, turning and leading her off.
He took the hypnotized Playmate downstairs, to where his private collection stood. There were twenty cubicles there, each one with a unique display inside, each based on a famous action figure. There was a black-haired woman wearing a Vampirella outfit, another dressed in the wild and flimsy uniform of Witchblade, only here the nipples on her large breasts were exposed. Sheena, Trinity of "The Matrix," several women from "Star Trek" and more, all standing blankly at attention.
It would take a close look to realize these weren't mannequins, they were real, living women. College students, homeless, addicts, pretty much anyone Chuck came across who was the right type and similarity to a character was here, waiting in hypnotized servitude for when Chuck would wake them up and "play" with them.
The final cubicle was empty, designed like a snowy field, perfect for the fur coat Karen wore. Chuck led her inside and stood her in the middle. He slid the coat open and felt his breath taken away. Karen may have thought it was sexier for her figure to wear clothes but he preferred seeing her in the very intriguing flesh. He let his hands move up her wonderful body, caressing the curves of her buttocks and coming to her large round breasts. They just called to be cupped and kneaded, the tits just so inviting that Chuck's hands were on them before he knew it.
He knelt down, his hands still on her breasts as he came to her brown bush, pushing his face into the space between her legs, tongue slowly arching out to lick it, loving the tiny moan Karen let escape her lips as she felt him lick her. He lay a few licks down, his hands continuing to knead her tits as he let his mouth drag up her body, kissing her sunken belly and then pushing in between her breasts, kissing each nipple as he continued to massage her.
Chuck broke off to unbuckle his pants and let his hard cock loose. "Just stay right there, Karen," he muttered. "Don't move an inch." Obediently, she stayed in that position, arms moved back, the coat hanging from the sleeves. She stared blankly forward as Chuck pushed his cock into her, his hands snaking around to her ass, squeezing it for support as he buried his face into that amazing chest, licking the curves as he pumped into her, his cock easily sliding in and out of her pussy with increasing fervor. He kept his hands hard on her cheeks as he went at her, pumping the Playmate, not even caring that she wasn't giving any passion, her body automatically responding as he licked, rubbed and fucked her. Soon, Chuck was letting himself go, his cock erupting into Karen, a gasp escaping her but otherwise, she showed as much emotion as her figure.
Chuck pulled himself out and backed up, looking at Karen with a smile. "Just stay right in that spot, Karen," he commanded. "I'll be back soon." He walked out and down the aisle of living figures, none of the women noticing him. He would come back to Karen soon but he felt leaving her in display mode was good for now. He grinned as he realized he'd gone one step further than he had before. Anyone who own a Karen McDougal doll. Who else could have the real thing all to themselves?
THE END
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