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The morning sunlight poured through the penthouse windows, casting a warm glow over Mercy as she sat beside Lois. She gently unsealed Lois’s lips with the remover. Once the seal was gone, Lois licked her lips instinctively, her gaze meeting Mercy’s.
“Good morning, my love,” Mercy said softly, brushing a hand over Lois’s cheek. “You’ve done so well. Let’s get you fed before we prepare for the day.”
As the meal came to an end, Mercy wiped Lois’s lips gently before leaning back with a thoughtful expression. “I have something to tell you,” she began. “Hope’s back from the overseas branch. She’s one of my closest co-workers and friends, and I have to meet with her today.”
Lois’s brows furrowed slightly, her eyes flicking to Mercy with a hint of concern. The thought of being left alone clearly didn’t sit well with her.
Mercy’s smirk softened into a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry,” she said. “You won’t miss me. I’ll make sure you’re comfortable before I go.”
Mercy stood, retrieving a pair of sheer stockings from her drawer. She moved back to Lois as she carefully balled up the fabric. “Open up, love.”
Lois obeyed without hesitation, parting her lips to allow Mercy to gently stuff the stockings into her mouth. The material was soft but firm, filling her mouth completely and muffling any potential sound. Mercy smiled as she pressed Lois’s lips together, reaching for the adhesive.
“This will keep you quiet while I’m away,” Mercy said softly, applying the adhesive carefully to Lois’s lips, leaving her mouth perfectly closed. “There. Perfect.”
Mercy tilted Lois’s chin up, studying her face with a critical eye. “You’re already stunning,” she murmured. “But let’s make you even prettier.”
She retrieved her makeup kit, selecting a soft eyeliner that she applied with care. The liner accentuated Lois’s eyes, making them stand out against the smooth latex hood that framed her face. Mercy’s smirk returned as she twisted the base of the eyeliner, activating its sealing properties.
“This is another little trick from LexCorp,” Mercy explained, brushing a thumb over Lois’s cheek. “It’ll keep your eyes closed for a while, giving you the perfect sensory deprivation experience.”
Lois’s heart raced as Mercy applied the liner, the sealing formula taking hold and slowly lowering her eyelids. The darkness was immediate, enveloping her in a cocoon of stillness and quiet. Her body trembled slightly, the combination of sensory deprivation and Mercy’s care sending a thrill through her.
Mercy leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Lois’s sealed lips. “I’ll be back soon.”
Lois drifted in and out of consciousness, her mind lost in the quiet void of the doll zone. The stillness of her body and the silence of her surroundings were comforting. She didn’t know how much time had passed, but a faint sound began to pierce through her haze—a laugh, light and amused, but unfamiliar. She couldn’t open her eyes, the sealing eyeliner holding them shut, and her lips remained perfectly sealed with the adhesive. Her breathing quickened slightly, though her body remained as still as she could manage.
“You’re not kidding,” the stranger’s voice said, filled with disbelief and curiosity. “You actually have a doll.”
Lois’s heart raced. The voice had to belong to Hope. Mercy must have brought her to the penthouse.
“Isn’t she perfect?” Mercy’s voice cut through the haze, calm and proud.
“She’s stunning,” Hope said, her tone a mix of admiration and intrigue. “Could I… could I play with her?”
Mercy chuckled softly. “Be gentle.”
Lois felt the first touch—light fingers brushing against the latex encasing her arm. The sensation was strange, foreign, but not unwelcome. Hope’s touch traveled upward, tracing the contours of her shoulder before moving to her chest. Lois’s body tensed slightly, but she forced herself to remain still, her role as a doll taking precedence.
“She doesn’t move,” Hope murmured, her voice tinged with awe. “It’s like she’s… real, but not.”
“She’s very real,” Mercy replied.
Hope’s fingers hovered over Lois’s exposed breasts, her touch hesitant at first before growing bolder. She lightly traced the curves, her hands exploring with curiosity. Lois’s body reacted instinctively, her skin tingling under the attention, but she remained motionless.
Mercy reached into a nearby drawer, retrieving a pair of nipple suckers. “Be my guest.”
Hope hesitated for a moment, her eyes flicking between Mercy and the motionless doll before her. “You’re serious?” she asked, her voice tinged with excitement.
Mercy chuckled softly. “Completely. Here, let me show you.”
Mercy knelt beside Lois, her fingers brushing lightly over her doll’s exposed breast. Lois’s skin reacted instantly, her nipples hardening slightly under the light touch. Mercy carefully positioned one of the nipple suckers over the sensitive peak, twisting the base gently to create a firm suction.
“See? Simple and effective.”
Lois’s body shivered faintly, the sensation sharp but not unpleasant. Mercy placed the second nipple sucker on the other breast, repeating the process.
“Now it’s your turn,” Mercy said, motioning for Hope to continue. “She’s yours to explore.”
Hope leaned in, her fingers trembling slightly as she adjusted the nipple suckers. She twisted them carefully. Lois’s body remained still, her trust in Mercy overriding the faint tremors caused by Hope’s touch.
“She’s amazing,” Hope murmured, her voice filled with awe. “So responsive, but so still. How does she do it?”
Mercy smirked, her arms crossed as she watched. “Discipline and trust. She’s perfect because she chooses to be.”
Hope’s hands lingered on Lois’s breasts. “Could I borrow your doll for one or two days?” She asked.
Lois’s heart raced. She can’t be serious, she thought, panic bubbling beneath her calm exterior. She couldn’t see Mercy’s expression, but the answer came swiftly.
“Of course. You’re like my sister. I’m glad to share.”
Lois’s breath hitched, her chest rising and falling with the effort to stay composed. She could run. She could fight. She could shake her head or make any small sign of protest. But she didn’t. I’m a doll, she reminded herself, forcing her body to remain still. A good doll stays still. Mercy wouldn’t give her away, not really—right? This had to be a test, an elaborate way to see how far her devotion could go. Still, the thought of being handed over to Hope made her want to cry, her emotions swirling in a mix of panic and determination.
Lois felt hands—Hope’s hands—slip beneath her, lifting her latex-clad body with care. The motion was unsettling, the sudden shift in position making her stomach churn. She wanted to scream, to plead with Mercy to stop this, but she couldn’t. Her lips were sealed, her body bound, her trust unshaken.
“She’s heavier than she looks,” Hope said with a laugh, her voice laced with amusement. “But still so beautiful. Help me pack the doll?”
Mercy chuckled softly, the sound sending a wave of conflicting emotions through Lois. “Of course,” she said warmly. “Let’s make sure she’s secure.”
Lois felt the soft padding of the box cradle her body as Mercy and Hope worked together to secure her. Straps were tightened over her torso and legs, holding her perfectly in place. Her arms, already bound within the latex suit, were further restrained by additional fastenings. Her body didn’t resist. She stayed perfectly still, fighting every instinct screaming at her to break free. I’m a doll, she reminded herself, repeating the mantra like a lifeline. A good doll stays still.
As the final strap was secured, Lois heard the faint click of the box’s lid being closed. The sound was sharp, final, and suffocating. The air felt heavier, her breathing shallow as she lay in the confined space. She couldn’t see, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move—her entire world reduced to darkness and the distant sound of voices.
Her mind raced, caught between trust and fear. This is a test, she told herself desperately. Mercy wouldn’t abandon me. She wouldn’t.
“Truly evil, Mercy,” Hope said with a laugh. “Too much mind fuck, poor girl.”
“It’s not about cruelty. It’s about trust. She knows I’d never really give her away. But she has to prove that she believes it too.”
The sensation of movement jolted Lois from her thoughts. She felt the box being lifted, the gentle sway of hands carrying her toward the car. As the box was secured in the car, the sound of the engine rumbling to life filled the confined space. Lois lay perfectly still, her body tightly restrained, her sealed eyes shrouding her world in darkness. The straps held her firmly, the latex hugging her skin like a second layer. The faint scent of adhesive lingered, a constant reminder of her sealed lips. She couldn’t see, couldn’t speak, couldn’t move—and now she couldn’t guess where she was going.
Her mind churned with fear, spiraling through a thousand terrible possibilities. Where are they taking me? Why would Mercy do this? Did I fail her? Does Mercy not love me anymore? Did I disappoint her?
Tears welled up beneath her sealed eyes, slipping past the edges of the hood. She felt the dampness on her cheeks but couldn’t wipe them away. The helplessness was suffocating, the fear of the unknown gnawing at her resolve. She wanted to scream, to beg, to demand an explanation. But she couldn’t. The adhesive held her lips firmly together, a silent reminder of her role.
You’re a doll, she told herself, her inner voice trembling. A doll doesn’t fight. A doll doesn’t question. A doll trusts her owner.
The words felt hollow, but she repeated them like a mantra, clinging to them in desperation. Mercy loves me. She wouldn’t do this to me unless there was a reason. She’s testing me. That’s all this is—a test.
But the fear wouldn’t subside. The thought of being handed over to Hope, of being treated as an object by someone else, was unbearable. What if I never see Mercy again? What if this is my punishment for not being good enough?
Lois’s tears slowed as she forced herself to focus on the mantra. I’m a doll. A good doll stays still. A good doll trusts her owner. She repeated the words in her mind, over and over, until they began to drown out the fear.
Mercy loves me. Mercy wouldn’t hurt me. Mercy wouldn’t abandon me. The words became a lifeline, pulling her back from the brink of panic.
The steady hum of the car’s engine faded, replaced by the faint sound of footsteps on gravel.
The box was set down with a soft thud, and then she heard it: the faint click of the lock being undone. Her breath hitched as the lid was lifted, the cool air brushing against her latex-clad body. She strained to hear voices, any sign of Mercy—but there was only silence. The touch of unfamiliar hands reached her, and her heart sank.
It’s not Mercy, she realized, panic clawing at her chest. Did she leave me?
Lois felt herself being lifted out of the box, the hands firm but not unkind. She tried to keep her breathing steady, to remain the perfect doll, but the idea that Mercy wasn’t with her twisted her heart. The hands carried her carefully, placing her onto a soft, unfamiliar bed. The sound of faint footsteps moved away, then returned. The stranger was quiet, methodical, giving her no clues about her identity.
The stranger’s hands moved to her exposed breasts. Lois’s chest tightened, her breathing growing uneven. It’s her, she thought bitterly. It’s Hope. Mercy really gave me away.
A tear slipped down her cheek. Her heart ached with betrayal, the thought of Mercy leaving her too much to bear. Why would she do this to me? Did I mean so little to her?
But even in her despair, Lois didn’t move. She didn’t struggle, didn’t cry out. I’m a doll, she told herself desperately. A good doll stays still. A good doll trusts her owner, even when it hurts.
The silence was broken only by the faint rustling of clothing and the soft creak of the bed. Lois remained perfectly still, her body tense with anticipation. The sudden sensation of the deflated dildo being removed from her ass startled her, the emptiness it left both strange and unsettling. She felt fingers—a touch far gentler than she expected—return to her backdoor, preparing her with slow, deliberate care.
Her breath hitched. Mercy rarely touches me there, Lois thought. It’s not her... it has to be Hope.
The realization sent a pang of fear and sadness through her. Tears pricked behind her sealed eyes, but she didn’t move. A good doll only has one owner, she reminded herself, her inner mantra trying to anchor her. I’ll take whatever Mercy decides for me.
The bed shifted slightly, and Lois heard the faint sound of something being adjusted. The realization hit her as the stranger positioned the strap-on against her. Her breathing quickened, her body trembling slightly. It’s happening, she thought, her emotions a chaotic mix of resignation, fear, and longing.
The first push was slow, the strap-on easing into her backdoor with careful precision. The stretch was intense but not painful, the preparation ensuring her comfort. Lois’s body quivered, her thighs trembling slightly as the toy moved deeper.
Lois’s mind raced, her emotions teetering on the edge of panic. But then she forced herself to focus—not on the stranger, not on the toy invading her, but on Mercy. This is for her, she told herself, clinging to the thought like a lifeline. I love her. I trust her.
The motions grew steadier, the toy sliding in and out with a rhythm that left Lois’s body shaking. Each thrust sent a wave of sensation through her, but she stayed perfectly still, her breathing shallow as she focused entirely on Mercy.
As the stranger continued, Lois’s thoughts became a steady chant. I love her. I trust her. I’m her doll. The physical sensations faded into the background, her mind consumed by her devotion to Mercy. She imagined her owner watching from the shadows, her sharp eyes filled with pride.
Tears leaked from Lois’s sealed eyes, a mixture of sadness and love spilling over. I’ll endure this for her, she thought. Whatever she wants, whoever she gives me to, I’ll accept it. Because I’m hers.
The steady rhythm of the strap-on slowed as the person using it paused, noticing something wasn’t right. Lois’s body trembled beneath the latex, her breathing shallow and uneven. Tears streamed silently from her sealed eyes, her chest hitching with sobs she couldn’t vocalize.
“Lois?” The familiar voice of Mercy broke through the haze of pain and confusion, sharp with concern. The movement stopped entirely, and Lois felt the cool air of the room as the strap-on was gently removed. Hands—Mercy’s hands—touched her shoulder, steadying her trembling form.
“Lois, what’s wrong?”
Mercy’s hands worked quickly, unsealing Lois’s lips with the adhesive remover. The balled-up stockings were carefully removed from her mouth, and the moment they were free, Lois gasped for air, her voice breaking into quiet, pain-filled sobs.
“Lois, talk to me,” Mercy said, her voice now tinged with worry. She cupped Lois’s face gently, her thumb brushing away the tears streaming down her cheeks. “What happened?”
Lois finally found her voice, her words shaky and broken. “I... I thought you left me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I thought you gave me away.”
Mercy froze, her heart sinking. She leaned closer, her forehead pressing against Lois’s as she whispered, “I would never do that. Never. You’re mine, Lois. Always.”
Mercy guided Lois to lie back, gently unbinding her restraints and wiping away her tears. The latex hood was removed, exposing Lois’s tear-streaked face. “Let’s take a break,” she said softly. “No more of this today. You’re safe.”
Lois nodded weakly, her body still trembling as Mercy covered her with a soft blanket. The moment settled into a fragile quiet as Mercy sat beside her, stroking her hair.
Later that evening, Mercy sat with Lois on the sofa, her expression serious as she reviewed the questionnaire Lois had filled out. A faint blush crept up her neck as she realized the oversight. “Lois,” she began carefully, holding up the paper. “You checked ‘yes’ under the rape fantasy section, didn’t you?”
Lois’s cheeks flushed as she nodded. “I did,” she admitted quietly. “But I forgot. And when it started happening... I thought it was real.”
Mercy’s heart broke at the admission. “Oh, my love,” she said, her voice filled with regret. “I never wanted to hurt you. I thought I was giving you what you wanted.”
Mercy reached for Lois’s hands, holding them tightly as she met her gaze. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I should have talked to you first, made sure you were ready. I pushed too far, and I won’t let that happen again.”
Lois squeezed her hands back, her voice steadier now. “I trust you,” she said softly. “I always will. But... let’s talk more next time, okay?”
Mercy nodded, her lips curving into a faint, grateful smile. “Of course,” she promised. “I’ll always take care of you.”
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Mercy stepped back, her gaze shifting as she fully embraced the persona of Hope.
“Now that I’ve got my hands on you,” she began, her voice dripping with mock malice, “there’s no way I’m giving you back to Mercy. You’re mine now, doll. Completely mine.”
Mercy moved closer, her smirk widening as she slipped out of her pants, holding them up for Lois to see. The soft fabric was warm from her body, the faint scent unmistakable. She leaned in, her voice low and teasing. “You’re going to remember my scent. And you’re going to forget all about Mercy.”
Lois’s lips parted instinctively as Mercy pressed the balled-up pants against her mouth. The fabric filled her mouth completely, muffling any sound she might make. Mercy adjusted the gag carefully, securing it with a strip of latex tape that matched the suit.
“I know Mercy is still in your mind,” Mercy said, her voice low and teasing. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against Lois’s ear. “But that won’t do, doll. You need to be reset.”
Lois’s heart pounded, her breathing quickening behind the gag. She couldn’t respond, couldn’t protest, but her mind raced with questions. Reset? What does she mean?
Mercy stepped back, holding up a peeled ginger root, its sharp scent filling the air. Her smirk widened as she twirled it playfully in her fingers. “Let me find your reset button.”
Mercy moved behind Lois, her hands firm as she adjusted the bound doll’s position. “Stay still, doll,” she murmured, her voice filled with mock authority. “This won’t hurt... much.”
Lois’s body stiffened as she felt the cool, slightly rough surface of the ginger root press against her backdoor. The sensation was foreign, and her muscles clenched instinctively. Mercy chuckled softly, her hand resting on Lois’s hip to steady her.
“Relax,” Mercy said, her tone soothing but commanding. “It’s just a little adjustment. You’ll feel much better once you’re reset.”
With deliberate care, Mercy began to insert the ginger root, her movements slow and precise. The initial burn was faint but immediate, a sharp contrast to the cool latex encasing Lois’s body. Her breath hitched, her thighs trembling as the intensity grew.
“Found it,” Mercy said with a smirk, her fingers pressing the ginger root further into place. The burn intensified, spreading through Lois’s backdoor and radiating outward. It wasn’t unbearable, but it was impossible to ignore—a constant reminder of her vulnerability.
Lois’s body quivered, her breathing uneven as she fought to stay still. The humiliation of the situation mixed with the sharp sensation, leaving her overwhelmed and completely at Mercy’s mercy.
“That’s better,” Mercy said, stepping back to admire her work. “You’ll forget all about Mercy soon enough. All you’ll think about is me. My doll. My creation.”
Tears welled in Lois’s sealed eyes, slipping down her cheeks beneath the hood. The burn was relentless, forcing her focus inward. She wanted to cry out, to beg for mercy, but the gag rendered her silent.
“The reset takes longer than I thought,” Mercy murmured, her voice teasing but firm. She leaned closer, her hand resting on Lois’s exposed hip. “I think you need a little... encouragement to speed things along.”
The sharp sound of the first spank echoed through the room, the sting reverberating across Lois’s exposed hips. She gasped through her gag, her muscles tensing instinctively. The sensation was sharp and sudden, amplifying the already overwhelming burn in her backdoor.
Mercy chuckled softly, her hand rubbing the reddening skin lightly before delivering another firm spank. “There we go,” she said, her tone filled with satisfaction. “That’s the reaction I wanted.”
Lois’s body trembled under the dual sensations, her mind lost in the mix of pain and pleasure. The burn of the ginger, the sting of Mercy’s hand—it was intense, almost too much, but she couldn’t deny the strange enjoyment building within her.
As Mercy’s hand continued its rhythmic spanking, Lois’s hips began to move involuntarily. She squeezed her buttocks tightly, her body reacting instinctively to the intense sensations. Each spank sent a jolt through her, the sharp sting melding with the burning heat to create a symphony of overwhelming feeling.
Mercy noticed immediately, her smirk softening into a look of pride. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice dripping with affection. “You’re feeling it now, aren’t you? The reset is working.”
Lois whimpered softly, her muffled sounds barely audible through the gag. Her mind swirled with conflicting emotions—humiliation, arousal, surrender. She stayed still, her role as a doll guiding her actions even as her body betrayed her enjoyment.
The burn in Lois’s backdoor lingered as the ginger root was finally removed, leaving a strange mixture of relief and emptiness.
“Reset completed,” Mercy said with a smirk, her fingers brushing lightly over Lois’s trembling hips. “You’re mine, doll. Completely mine.”
The sound of Mercy adjusting the strap-on sent a fresh wave of anticipation coursing through Lois. Her breathing quickened as she felt the tip press against her sensitive backdoor. Mercy leaned in close, her voice low and commanding.
“Take me, my doll,” she murmured, her tone dripping with dominance. “Show me how good you are.”
Lois’s body tensed as Mercy pushed forward, the toy sliding inside with deliberate slowness. The earlier sensations had left her unbearably sensitive, every movement sending sparks of intensity through her. She couldn’t cry out, couldn’t beg, but her muffled whimpers through the gag betrayed her arousal.
I’m a doll, Lois reminded herself, her mantra steadying her as Mercy began to move. A good doll obeys. A good doll belongs to her owner.
Each thrust was slow but deliberate, Mercy’s hands gripping Lois’s hips to keep her steady. The fullness was overwhelming, the sensations amplified by her heightened sensitivity. Lois’s tears returned, not from pain, but from the sheer emotional weight of the moment.
I won’t betray her, she thought, her mind swimming with love and devotion. I’m hers. Only hers.
As the movements grew more intense, Mercy leaned down, her lips brushing against Lois’s ear. “You’ll never forget this,” she whispered, her voice dripping with affection and control. “You’re mine, Lois. Always mine.”
Lois’s muffled whimpers turned into soft moans, her body trembling as the sensations pushed her closer to the edge.
I love her, Lois thought, her tears slipping down her cheeks. I’ll always be hers.
Lois lay trembling, her body still bound in the snug latex suit. Her breathing was uneven, her backdoor aching from the intensity of the ginger root and the strap-on session. Every sensation lingered, sharp and overwhelming, leaving her exhausted and raw.
Mercy leaned over her, brushing a gloved hand gently across Lois’s reddened cheek. Her voice was soft, tinged with affection. “Poor thing,” she murmured, her fingers stroking the curve of Lois’s hip. “You’ve taken so much for me, haven’t you? But I’m not cruel to my own doll. Let’s cool it down.”
Lois’s body tensed slightly as she felt Mercy’s hands move to her backdoor again, her touch careful and deliberate. She heard the faint clink of something cold—an ice ball—before Mercy pressed it lightly against her entrance.
The sensation was sharp and immediate as the cold surface made contact with her swollen skin. Lois gasped through her gag, her body quivering as Mercy began to push the ice ball inside. The chill was a stark contrast to the lingering heat, sending shivers through her body as it slid deeper.
“Feel that?” Mercy asked softly, her tone both teasing and caring. “That’s going to help. My doll deserves to be taken care of after everything she’s been through.”
Lois whimpered softly, the sound muffled by her gag. The cold was intense, radiating outward as the ice settled inside her. It was both soothing and startling, a strange relief after the relentless burning she had endured.