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Sold (Part 1 of 8)
🕑 Added 2025-07-12 04:00:06 +0000 UTCThis story started out as a simple two parter: part one detailing time as a doll; part two her escape and revenge. At 32k words, split over eight parts, it's among the longest things I've written. Enjoy the next eight weeks of releases. It's going to be a bumpy ride.
The bedroom door slammed shut. The man turned in shock to see Linda standing in front of it.
“What the fuck, Eddie?” She screeched, pointing at what was on the bed in front of him.
“I can explain,” Eddie said. “It’s just a doll, see?”
“Do I look like a fucking moron?” Linda said. “That’s some fucking bimbo you convinced to be a doll.”
“No, Lionel got me a real sex doll.”
“Then why is there a dress and a pair of shoes sitting over there?”
He rushed over to her side. “I’m sorry, Baby. You know I love dolls. You won’t let me turn you into one. This isn’t cheating though. You’re the only woman in this room.”
“Get the fuck out.”
“But…” He pointed at the doll.
“Out!”
“Linda, the doll…”
“Sucks to be her. Get out of my apartment, you fucking asshole!”
He grabbed his pants and left.
For the doll’s part, Nora was afraid. As much as she had wanted to try being a sex doll for the thrill of being out of control, she hadn’t expected this complication. Linda was staring at her in contempt. She left the bedroom, slamming the door behind her again.
Later that evening, Linda came into the bedroom. “Fuck, I forgot that thing was here.” She said when she saw the doll. She picked it up and tossed it unceremoniously into her closet and slammed that door.
When the door opened again, it was daylight. Linda spent a few minutes deciding what to wear. She didn’t look at the doll laying in a heap on the floor. This repeated for at least a week before Linda opened the closet door and put the doll on the bed. She straightened it so it lay neatly. She dressed it in the dress and shoes Nora had worn over a week ago.
She left Nora alone in the bedroom. Time passed until Nora heard a doorbell chime. Linda returned with a man Nora didn’t know. He was speaking, “… Depending on the model.”
“I think it’s a custom doll,” Linda said. “I have no paperwork. It belonged to my ex.”
“You realize a used sex doll won’t fetch the thousands of dollar a new doll would.”
“Yeah, I don’t care. I’m just sick of it taking up space. $600.”
“Let me look at it.” The man’s face hover right over Nora’s. He twisted and bent all the doll’s joints, checked under the clothing for breaks in the skin. “It’s in good shape. Do you mind if I check…?”
Linda rolled her eyes. “Be quick about it.”
Nora enjoyed being fingered: part of being a sex doll. This despite her freaking out about being sold.
“I can go $250.”
“$400.”
“$300 cash.”
Linda considered the offer a moment before saying, “Sold. I don’t have a box for it.”
“Not a problem,” the man said. After he doled out the cash, he hefted the doll over his shoulder. Linda was happy to hold the doors open for him if it got the doll out of her life sooner. Carefully, he carried it out to his car. He lay it down in the trunk of the car and slammed the hood down.
In the middle of freaking out, Nora had a moment of zen where she wondered if doors were generally slammed a lot more than she ever really noticed before. As the car pulled away, her clarity faded and she wondered if she’d ever be human again.
The car parked and sat for over half an hour before driving somewhere else. This happened several times. She guessed her new owner was running errands. Buying her had just been early on his ‘to do’ list today, she assumed.
Eventually, the trunk was opened and the man wrapped her in a blanket before carrying her into a house. He put the doll in the tub and covered it in cleaner and disinfectant. He cleaned it for almost an hour. When he was done, he carried it into the bedroom and propped it up in a life-sized doll stand to finish drying out.
The cleaning had calmed her a bit because he had been rubbing her. But, the doll stand freaked her out again. Why would he own such a thing as a human-sized doll stand?
That night he used the doll and that helped calm her even more. She even slept on the bed most of the night.
She woke lying face down on the floor. He stepped over her to use the bathroom when he woke. Afterward, he gave her a quick cleaning and put her in what would become her stand. For the next two weeks, he used her once each night and cleaned her in the morning. Resignation was Nora’s only feeling now, aside from the all too brief elation from sex.
The next evening, he stood in front of the doll stand for several minutes. She couldn’t figure why he hadn’t taken her to the bedroom as he had the prior night she was here. “It’s been two weeks,” he said, speaking to her for the first time. “I suppose anyone who knows you’re missing hasn’t located you.”
He knew she was alive? He hadn’t given her the slightest reason to believe this until now. The slight joy of knowing he knew was destroyed by his comment that no one was looking for her. He was right. At best, she knew of two friends who might file missing persons reports. She knew the police wouldn’t find her. They wouldn’t even get so far as to find out she’d left a bar with that guy Eddie.
After a few moments, he spoke again, “I’m sure you just fell into a tailspin of a deeper depression. Snap out of it if you can. My question is how much should I charge you to restore you? I don’t even know if you have any money. The woman who sold you made no attempt to give me any information about you. I’m sure there’s a terrible story there. Not that I care. I’m not your rescuer. I’m an opportunist.
“No sex tonight. I want you to think about the following:
“I could just sell you. I can easily make back double or more than the $300 I paid. It’s quick and easy. And I doubt whoever bought you could ever help you.
“I could restore you and hope you have some money to pay me. This is high risk for me. You could have nothing or you could escape paying somehow. Low likelihood of this being what I pick.
“I could rent you out. I’m leaning toward this. Renting a high quality doll such as yourself could be profitable. I might even be nice about it and when your quality degraded, I would just let you go. I’m not completely heartless.
“Renting you with your blessing. To avoid degradation, I could restore you and turn you back into a doll between rentals. This is worth more money in the long run, but only if I have you on board. Probably have to cut you in and give you a buyout clause to be invoked in the future. Think hard about this one.
“The downside to both rental ideas is they involve me finding renters. So I won’t enter into those arrangements lightly.
“Those are my options. I’m sure you are wondering why I’m telling you this. I have a spell that I can use sparingly where only your head is restored. I plan to cast this spell tomorrow to hear your thoughts on my options. Whether you’ll be able to sway me is entirely up to you. The spell only lasts five minutes. Thus, I’m giving you a 24-hour heads up so you can prepare. You have nothing better to do. And won’t be distracted by sex tonight.
“I hope you were paying attention. We won’t speak again until you can talk tomorrow. One final thing. Do not tell me your name or anything personal about you. I will just dump you in a landfill if you do. Good night.”
*****
“That was three days ago,” she said, with only a slight annoyance in her voice. She had stewed trying to figure what to say for the past three days. She was worried he had just been messing with her head when the first day passed. “I feel weird only able to move my face.”
“I told you the spell only lasts five minutes,” the man said. “What do you think?”
Before casting the spell, he’d told her he was going to be renting her out. He had several gigs already lined up. He thought it might even be lucrative enough for him to cut her in on the profits.
“I can’t figure out why you care about my feelings enough to ask my opinion, but not enough to just restore me. So do whatever. Rent me. It’s not like I can stop you.”
“That’s an excellent attitude.”
“I figured you’d enjoy it. I always aim to please. I am just a pleasure doll, I guess.”
“If you thought this beaten down attitude would sway me to release you, it won’t.”
“I told you. I’m on board with rental. That was the question you specifically asked me. My motivations aren’t really hard to guess. I want to be human again. And if I need to be your doll ho, fine. Sign me up. Just promise me, some day, I’ll have covered your three hundred dollar stake and you’ll let me go with some way to get my life back together. I’ll cooperate in your scheme.”
He looked genuinely surprised. “Okay. I already have three rentals planned. After they’re done, we’ll talk like this again.”
“Woo hoo!” She said with a complete lack of excitement.
“We only have a minute or so left. I’m rather surprised by your attitude.”
“Sorry. Was I supposed to curse at you?”
“That was what I expected.”
“Well, you waited three days to talk to me. If you’d stuck to the original one day plan, I’d have verbally ripped your head off. Today, I’m over the anger.”
“Okay. Anything else? Oh, too late. Sorry. After a few rentals, we’ll speak again.”
*****
The next evening, the man dressed the doll in an inexpensive pullover dress. She wanted to laugh as he painted makeup onto her face. He grew frustrated that it was taking too much effort to get the makeup to look right and not too caked on or clownish.
If I could do that myself, you wouldn’t have this problem, she wanted to say. She wondered if the makeup would stain the doll’s skin since it was meant for flesh not whatever plastic she was made of.
He pulled a sack-like bag up her legs and tied it above her head. The doll was light enough to toss over his shoulder and carry to his car.
She had no idea how long it took to get to her date’s house. She figured since she got tarted up, she was going on a date. It would be no different than if that fucking Eddie were taking her out, aside from the bag.
Out of nowhere, she heard her owner – it galled her to think of him as her owner – say, “I have your rental.”
“Thanks,” said a man.
“Sign this.”
“What’s this?”
“A contract. It says you’ll owe me five grand if the doll is damaged, ten if lost. And it says you won’t sue me if the doll causes any damage to your health or property. If you aren’t here when I return at the agreed upon pick up time, you’ll be charged twenty-five dollars a day that it is late. After a week, that jumps to one hundred dollars a day.”
“You never said anything about a contract.”
“How do I know you won’t disappear with the doll? Or damage it? If you’re here tomorrow when I come to pick it up and it isn’t damaged, you won’t have any problems.”
“Fine. Let me just read it.” After a moment, he said, “Fine. There.”
“Here’s your copy. I’ve already signed it.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Enjoy the doll.”
“Hang on, come in. I need to examine the doll to make sure you aren’t giving me a bag with junk in it after signing that.”
“I suppose that’s fair.”
The doll was removed from the bag and the renter took pictures of it. “I want to have proof of its starting condition before you leave. Get in the shot so I can prove you saw it in the same condition.”
“You’re very thorough. I approve.”
After a couple pics were taken, her owner left. She was rather impressed by the owner’s attention to detail to protect her. Even if he were only protecting his investment. The living room was decorated for a bachelor party. She could only imagine why she was there. The renter left her on the sofa for at least an hour before moving her to a bedroom.
He removed the dress and splayed her on the bed with her legs out to the side. Other sex dolls were in the room, though she had no way of telling if they were just dolls or former people like her.
She never would have had that thought before becoming stuck as a doll. She’d never really believed Eddie, that fucker, would be able to turn her into a doll. She thought she was going to role-play being a sex toy. Now, she gets to live it, she thought.
Her renter left without saying a word. She had gotten used to not being greeted from the way Linda had treated her. A party started and was loud enough for her to learn the groom’s full name, not someone she knew.
The groom was led into the room. The men joked that she kind of looked the like the bride. Pictures were taken. She wasn’t sure how to feel about being photographed since her doll face was basically the same as her normal – formerly normal, she corrected herself – face. The party goers watched as the incoherently drunk groom used her. After he left a few of the other men used her as well. Her mind became overloaded by the stimulation. She didn’t notice when her segment of the party ended.
It was the next morning when the renter cleaned her. He didn’t bother dressing her. He put her back on the sofa with the dress draped over her. When her owner arrived to pick her up, he gave her a quick examination and then put her back into the large sack and left.
She was in the bathtub again for a cleaning by the owner. He didn’t speak to her. She was surprised when he did her makeup again, put another cheap dress on her and back into the sack she went.
For a while she wasn’t sure if he was just going to leave her in the sack or if there was another rental. There was. It was also a bachelor party.
After a month, and about ten rentals – she just didn’t want to keep track – the man cast the spell that allowed her to speak once again.
“Sorry, I was too busy if you were expecting we’d talk sooner,” he said.
“Not too busy that you couldn’t fuck me when I wasn’t rented.”
“That doesn’t take spell energy.”
“Of course not. What do you want?”
“You have been rather profitable.”
“Let me know when the IPO is. I want to get in on the ground floor of myself. Oh… I’m guessing not so profitable that you want to let me go.”
“No. You show no signs of degradation.”
“Thanks for the heads up. What’s my schedule look like?”
“You care?”
“Not really. Just nothing else we need to talk about. You’re never letting me go and even if you say you might, I have no reason to believe anything you say when you got too busy to talk to me for a month.”
“You don’t want me to check in with you like this?”
“Will you ever say something I want to hear?” After a pause she said, “I didn’t think so.”
“Well, whether you believe it or not, I am putting a small cut for you away in an account for use if I ever let you go.”
“At least you were decent enough not to make up some date when you would let me go.”
*****
A few months passed. Her owner had moved her doll stand into a spare room. Over the course of those months, he had purchased normal dolls – they were obviously constructed dolls – which he would leave laying next to one another on a bed. Nora was surprised one day when a second doll stand appeared in the room she had come to think of as her room. The following day she watched as a doll was placed on that doll stand. She hadn’t gotten a good look at it. But she thought it was probably of the same quality she was.
He must be making a lot of money for all the dolls he bought. And now he had a second formerly living victim. Sometimes she wished there were some way to talk to her. Other times she knew that would probably be its own form of Hell.
A few months after that, a third formerly living woman was one of his dolls. Nora laughed to herself when she thought about swearing on her life that she would never breathe again.
After nearly a year with her owner, the various rentals had become a blur. It wasn’t her horrible existence that made her unhappy. It was that her existence was completely meaningless. She had no friends. She had no interests. She was following no life path. She couldn’t even talk to the dolls she jokingly referred to as her coworkers. The orgasms continued to be beyond the norm. But, even their impact was fading since there weren’t any normal orgasms to compare them to.
She was on a bed somewhere when her current renter, she’d heard the name but couldn’t recall it, said, “Your face is familiar. That’s why I picked you from the website.”
Website? She had speculated that her boss had setup a website. She’d never been able to confirm it. He had three premium doll options and over a dozen mundane dolls. She’d been on a few recent rentals where she’d only been one of the dolls.
After sex, the renter said, “I met a woman who looked exactly like you at a party I was at a year ago with Dave.”
At the mention of Dave’s name, she did remember the face of the renter. Jacob something. She hadn’t really spent any time with him. He was friends with her friend Jean’s husband, Dave. Jacob took a picture of the doll and sent it to his friend in a text. “Looks a lot like a friend of yours, right? What are the odds?”
Jacob didn’t say much else to her and another five or six weeks passed before she had the shock of her doll existence. When she was taken out of the bag, it was Dave pulling her out.
“Jean, look. The resemblance is uncanny,” Dave said.
“No one has seen Nora in about a year. Her mother filed a missing person report.”
“But, how? Why?”
“I have a friend of a friend who supposedly knows some magic,” Jean said.
“Really? Maybe magic could tell us if this is actually Nora or just an expensive doll.”
“That’s an idea. But, I can’t get in touch her and get an answer before we have to return the doll.”
“We can rent her again once we know we have a way to learn the truth.”
“Okay.”
Nora was surprised not to be excited seeing Dave and Jean had recognized her. Had she lost all hope? She was hanging on her doll stand in the doll storage room soon after their rental. Days passed. Weeks. She rarely noticed her owner moving about the room. Had they forgotten? Had they decided it wasn’t possible for a doll to be their lost friend?
She noticed recently she wouldn’t be aware for some periods of time. She’d wake up in the middle of a rental that she had no memory of being brought to. She was resigned that she would forget her own existence eventually. She fought against that thought when she wasn't trapped in a well of despair.
She woke up during a rental staring at the face of an older woman. She spoke to someone else in the room. “There’s definitely a human intelligence within this doll.” The woman set the doll down.
Nora could see Dave and Jean. If she’d had a heart it would have exploded with… with… Joy? Yes, joy! She thought. She’d forgotten what joy was.
“What can we do to help her?” Jean asked.
“I know someone who can probably help,” the older woman said. “I’ll call them now.” The consultation lasted over an hour. When she hung up, she said, “Can you afford it?”
“We’ll get the money. Is it really going to take another couple months?”
“Unfortunately, I don’t have any magic that can work readily available. The consultant gave me a few ideas after my spell failed.”
“I’ll call Nora’s sister. Maybe her family has some money left that they didn’t waste on private detectives.”
Jean looked right at the doll. “Nora, I hope you’re listening. We will rescue you. I promise to God, we will.”
“I know you will,” Nora thought. She wished she could cry.
When her owner came to pick her up, Jean asked him, “Any chance we can buy the doll from you? We really like it.”
Nora noticed immediately the change in his demeanor.
“Sorry, I’m not interested in selling at this time.”
“Are you sure?”
Overlapping terrible thoughts rapidly swam about in Nora’s mind. She wanted Jean to shut up. Stop! He’s going to figure out you know who I am.
Comments
David Fenger
Interesting start... I guess the moral (so far) is don't get transformed without some backup plans for when the main plan goes to heck.
