The Witch's Dollhouse Pt. 04

"So I sent another letter to your residence after you arrived, one to hypnotize your parents into believing that you died in a most tragic car accident while removing memories of this place from their minds."

Phil grew colder and colder with her words but couldn't muster up the strength to resist her again. If anything her words only served to bring him into a slothful stupor more than her juices.

They think I'm...dead?

Can it really be so easy to trick a mind to believing such a thing without question, even with all the power she's displayed thus far? It was honestly too absurd for Philip to believe despite everything he's seen thus far.

Or maybe it was the one truth he didn't want to believe, the one absurd thing he wanted to reject from the bottom of his heart in this absurd reality.

Cecilia simply giggled on top of him, that giggle erupting into rapturous laughter.

"Now you have nothing weighing you down and holding you back! You have no reason to go back my love! No reason to leave me! You can be together with me forever, and ever, and ever, and--"

She cut herself off, sitting up on top of her beloved and staring at the door.

"Hmph, it took them far too long for such a simple task, honestly..."

With a snap of her fingers and a pout on her lips, an unheard order to enter bade the return of the missing four dolls.

The redhead and the missing mother strode in with another statue held between them while the daughter and petite blonde carried a wooden box each, which they both settled on the desk.

Phil was drawn to the statue, he initially expected it to resemble another of the dolls present but as it was being settled down, it became clear just what, or who he was looking at.

The statue was a man, completely naked with dishevelled hair and a slovenly expression, as if he had experience an ordeal so immense it left him catatonic. He wasn't muscular but he wasn't out of shape either, an awkward in between of the two states, and an erection jutting outwards like the bow of a ship, the only part of it that wasn't made of stone much like the pussies of the women statues.

It was odd seeing himself like that, different from looking into a mirror it was like he was having an out-of-body experience in that moment.

Had his mind not been so thoroughly exhausted already he might have been disturbed.

The young witch eagerly hopped off of his face, striding towards his original body with a purposeful sway to her hips, letting Phil watch her cute cheeks jiggle to and fro.

"Now then, our night of consummation can finally begin!" She chimed excitedly, circling round Philip's statue her hand drifting across the surface until it lightly brushed against his dick.

A sensation, like a brief breeze, passed over the back of his dick in accordance to her touch and he gasped from the sudden feeling. As the witch gripped his statue's cock, the sensation of his own doll body's effigy being held in a vice came to him. As her hands moved up and down, so too was the feeling shared with Phil as he lay there panting to a phantom pleasure.

Cecilia soon knelt before his member, looking up with a fanatical smile worshipping an erotic figure that haunted her dreams for as long as she could remember.

She pumped him hard with one hand, cupping his heavy balls in the other and kissed, licked and sucked his meat stick to absolution

with her tongue and her lips, all the while gluing her face as close to the source of her arousal as possible, slapping herself with it as if to remind herself that she wasn't dreaming.

And Phil felt it all yet was absent from her warm touch, the unusual phenomenon flipped his brain on it's head and made him squirm harder than before.

But he couldn't cum.

Brought to the edge of what his body -- his new body -- could take, he experienced a heavy orgasm but no cum burst out in celebration.

His cock remained engorged on the thick cream racing through him just waiting for release, causing even greater agony as the witch continued toying with his sensitive dick.

"Not yet dear..."She gasped between mouthfuls of her beloved cock, a trail of saliva tracing down the corner of her mouth.

"I'll have you...haaa...wait until we've...we've immersed you...in our...love...right girls?"

Phil was too busy focused on the assault on his senses to notice that the dolls had busied themselves with the two wooden boxes while he was distracted.

Now each of them held in their hands one of the flesh-like dildos that were used as their torture devices, though dormant compared to it's agitated counterpart he saw.

Horrified, he had a sinking feeling for what they were going to use them for on his defenceless and exposed body.

It was perhaps unfortunate that they had another more diabolical use for their toys.

One of the dolls -- the mother -- held the false member in clear view and began to open up the base of the dildo, revealing four flaps like a peeled banana, lined on the inside with a squirming mass of ridges and bumps that wriggles in morbid anticipation.

Phil watched with grim curiosity as she brought the abnormal instrument further from the place he initially believed she would shove it and towards his head, settling the base of the dildo on his forehead.

He felt the slimy touch of the little bumps rest on his skull, hot and sticky to the touch and then--

A burning, shocking sensation passed from his head all over his body.

His muscles clenched as his body went rigid, he screamed with the foreign shock if only for his sanity's sake, it was like a bolt of lightning had lanced throughout his body and ignited every synapse he had.

And no sooner did it happen did the feeling pass, leaving Phil panting wide eyed, afraid that whatever happened had permanently damaged him in some way.

Strangely enough though, while there was still a sort of pressure on his forehead, he could no longer feel the distinct, slimy ridges from before the shock.

The mother reached out for the dildo however, so maybe it had simply fallen over and she was trying to right it back up. At least, that's what he thought had happened.

As she grabbed it, a tight pressure was felt on the base of his cock, the suddenness had him gasp out loud.

He presumed Cecilia was responsible for this new sensation but to his confusion, she was standing apart from the statue, a wide, sultry smile on her face as she watched him squirm.

The mother began moving her arm in slow, stroking motions and the pressure on his penis corresponded to the same movement, it was just like when Cecilia played with his statue's cock.

As the pieces clicked into place in his brain, Phil could only watch horrified when he realized that each of the dolls around him now had one of the same fleshy dildo in hand, each with their base opened like a maw of thousands of hungry tongues, ready to fuse into his flesh and become one with his body.

"St...stay a—aahhhhh!!"

His attempts to resist broke down as the stimulation continued to increase along with the tempo of the doll's strokes, even Cecilia was returning to her original position worshipping the stone shaft before her.

"Do not fret dear" she called over cheerfully "they are not permanent fixtures to your body, but they'll most certainly spice up your time with your servants I'd say"

She gave a dainty little giggle, and then proceeded to sloppily take in the entirety of his cock into her mouth.

The feeling of having his shaft stroked and deep-throated at the same time was indescribable; like the witch's tiny mouth had grown another inside of itself to torment him further, but even then the feeling of having one girl's palm press into his flesh in the exact same place a tongue was sloppily caressing at the same time was impossible to process.

With Cecilia noisily slurping up the entirety of his penis and the doll firmly gripping, what felt like, the same appendage, Phil was far too distracted by the united assault against his senses to pay any heed to the other dolls.

At least, not till they punctuated his rapture with the feeling of sticky, soft flesh followed immediately by a tsunami of sudden, intense pleasure -- blasting through his senses and flooding his synapses.

Every time the feeling calmed down, another appendage was attached and he was forced to endure the unbridled shock again and again in their entirety.

He found himself unable to catch his breath let alone think straight by the end of it. He didn't need to look to know eight fake dicks had now fused to his body, he could feel them standing erect like he could his own original member.

The one on his forehead, one on each nipple, slightly below his belly button and one attached to either shoulder and thigh.

Though he saw it coming and though he had previously experienced what it was like to be teased in the same spot simultaneously, nothing could have prepared him for the sheer agony he experienced when each doll reached out and toyed with a penis each.

Imagine the feeling you would receive when a girl jerked you off while you were already close to the brink, now imagine that pleasure times 8 or 9.

Their firm but gentle movements as their nimble fingers danced along the length of his shafts while kneading his flesh with their soft palms all the while.

In order to keep their free hands from remaining idle, the dolls began fingering each other, drawing out orgasm after orgasm while they serviced their master. Some even strayed to other penises, offering assistance to already hard working handjobs, sometimes it was a tongue instead of a hand, coiling around the erect rods and dragging them into their wet mouths, filling themselves on the essence and taste they gave.

Licked, swallowed, kissed, stroked and gripped all at the same time, the impossible pleasure should have made him cum from the start, yet almost as if something was stopping him from achieving such release, he was forced to remain on the brink of madness while the dolls availed themselves over what his body offered them.

"Now, now" Cecilia chimed, throttling the statue's dick in between her thighs, her naked, juicy slit tortuously rubbing against the back of the penis all the while. "We wouldn't want you letting loose this early now would we?"

He felt her slide up and down his shaft, up and down, painting his dick with her juices, marking him as her own.

In spite of the maelstrom of sensation he was feeling, the pleasure she was providing him was the most distinct and recognizable by comparison.

Her monotonous movements matched the rhythm the dolls were pumping and sucking his new genitals at and spiced up his agony more and more.

"Please..." he sobbed. "Please just...just end it—ARRRRGHH!!"

If his complaints did anything it hastened the speed of her torture, he felt her tighten her thighs as she quickened her pace, smothering his penis with her tiny, yet soft, body.

"I've waited centuries for this..." she panted manically, grinning ear to ear as she looked down at his peeking bellend with unabated hunger "I'm confidant you can wait a little bit longer while I get my fill!"

Her slick folds slid back and forth, back and forth until finally they kissed the tip of his stone cock.

Lingering on the head for a moment too long, savouring finality of her goal while Phil felt her increasingly wet fluids tickle his shaft as they trailed slowly down from the tip to the base.

And finally, after a deep breath, the small witch pierced her tight, virgin cleft onto his eternally erect length.

Phil let out a silent scream, absorbed into the immense pleasure, arching his back and bucking his hips as much as he could without limbs for leverage.

The penis naturally attached to his hips was left untouched by the dolls around him, wagging in the air unable to unload the building semen inside him, begging for attention.

The little witch was left in a standing doggy-style position with her butt pressed tightly against the statue's crotch, the disparity between heights left her on her tiptoes but if it inconvenienced her, she gave no evidence to such with her enraptured face.

He could tell that even without effort Cecilia's insides were naturally, insanely tight -- likely due to her immortally petite body -- but in spite of this she continued to constrict his cock greedily, reluctant to part with his warmth as her insides clung to him.

The constant groping of her servants despite his crushed cock's condition did little to help alleviate himself.

"I never...imaginnnnnnghh...imagined...that it would feel...this...good..ahhhhhh!!"

Breaking out of her brief reverie, Cecilia stood up straight, one hand to her crotch and her right hand arched over her head, hooking onto the statue's back as if for support.

She moved her other hand further down, tracing the length of the shaft with a single, extended finger before reaching it's balls -- a light impact which startled Phil briefly.

Then she heaved her body upright, wincing the whole way as the penis, buried inside her, shifted with her

Once she felt her body press up against the statue's torso, she moved her finger in circular motions causing Phil to flinch in his bed-bound state. He noticed a creeping grey wash over his balls and the base of his penis, turning the root to stone to keep the rest of the shaft towering skyward with Cecilia suspended on it.

Feet dangling and panting with exhaustion, Cecilia appeared trapped where she lay, though that was likely her intention.

She attempted to move, hoisting her body upward an inch before collapsing back down into a heaving wreck, her insides fastened around his cock tighter as an explosion of warmth erupted from within, coating Phil's phallus with a seemingly never ending stream of liquid lust.

Phil twitched and moaned in response to the feeling of his dick being exposed to her hot insides and warm juices. The dolls too changed their tactics as well, switching to giving each penis a blowjob while running their hands across his body, the added feeling of his penis being trapped in several flesh tunnels, drowned by overflowing saliva, several times over meshed with the constricting pleasure Cecilia's pussy yielded and brought him closer and closer to madness.

Now utterly silent save her erotic breathing, Cecilia clung tightly to the stone frame and rocked her hips atop him with reckless abandon.

Without much purchase however she could barely rise halfway up the shaft before falling back down again, though it seemed more than enough to satisfy her lust. With her tight sheath plunging his cock deep inside her and the dolls tongues tasting every inch of flesh that entered their mouths, Phil's dick felt like it was caught within the coils of half a dozen horny vipers, trapping him in their slimy bodies while he remained unable to ejaculate.

This hell continued for some time.

Phil continued to beg and plead but his cries fell on deaf ears so it wasn't long before he remained silent and weathered out the storm. The dolls continued their endless service, some beginning to use their bountiful breasts to enslave their chosen dick while some returned to teasing his cocks with their hands, the variety of different techniques was a stunning spectrum of euphoria that no human could possibly replicate. His body was nothing more than a toy, powerless to do anything but lay there and take what they gave him.

He was aware however, that the dolls were still in a passive state and weren't nearly as aggressive as they were the previous times he was caught by them. He could only imagine what would happen to him now if they went berserk while he was trapped in a body that would never exhaust itself.

Their bodies were trembling however, their stoic faces were becoming more and more flushed by the second, their eyes growing misty, their breath hotter and they were bringing quivering lips close to his own as if in an unconscious effort to meet him in a kiss, only to snatch themselves away at the last second. It was clear that, as bad as he was having it, the dolls were likely being tortured in their own way.

Meanwhile Cecilia remained blissfully unaware of the suffering of her dolls and lover. She came several times now, each one as drawn out and violent as the first with her whole body shaking from the feeling. After about the third orgasm, he felt her insides twist and warp around his dick as she twisted on her seat so that she was facing the statue with her legs locked around it.

Now in a position to bounce up higher, the feeling of her snug insides became more prominent than ever. She also took to melding her lips to the statue's, kissing it passionately while her tongue infiltrated the insides of it's mouth.

Phil felt this, the forceful, sloppy smooch was more than he could bear, especially since he had no means of fending off her tongue.

The choking sensation made him panic but his struggles were easily subdued by the more powerful dolls as they continued to drown him in their lust.

Eventually, whether by calming herself down or after remembering the state she left the dolls in, Cecilia briefly ceased her bouncing and turned to the bed.

With a drunken expression and giddy laughter she said nothing but waved her hand in a rather simple motion. That simple motion however, must have carried some kind of command with it for all the dolls soon terminated their teasing and stood up. The eight bare-naked babes then took a hold of Phil's torso and hoisted up from the bed, holding him between their gorgeous bodies as they began to march out the door.

"H...have...fuuuuunnnnnngggghhh..." The witch slurred as they left, her polite, sophisticated facade long gone, now replaced with the vulgarity of a nymphomaniac.

Phil felt, rather than saw, her firm vagina pulse around him as he was lead through the empty hallways, the feel of her phantom tongue intrude into his throat and the burning heat of her erotic waters bathing his member again and again.

At this point, Phil's mind, body and spirit were all battered and exhausted, too weak to argue back or even struggle, he lay limp in the arms of his captors -- his "servants" if they could be called such -- as they took him away for god only knows what.

They arrived at the second floor balcony over looking the main hall: the place of Philip's final surrender and the tomb of his freedom.

Had he the energy or the time he might have scowled at the front doors and how they mocked him in his helpless state, but as it stood he was preoccupied analysing the scene before him.

The entire hall was packed tight with a crowd of naked dolls of different shapes and sizes, some he recognized and some he didn't.

Juices flowed out of their crotches and splattered onto the floor, marring the crimson carpet with darker splotches at different intervals.

At first they just looked up at his arrival with the same apathy they all showed at first. It almost made Phil forget that had he been in the middle of that horde they would have torn him apart just to taste a male's dick.

As he thought this, a shudder broke out across the sea of flesh, dolls began to quiver before, one by one, each of the glorified sex dolls collapsed to their knees or just falling down into a heap.

Not even before half the dolls in attendance had been seized by this violent episode was Phil suddenly jostled by the ones holding him up, each of the dolls consumed by this quaking sensation before dropping him and falling into a heap or leaning against the bannister with weak legs for support.

A pregnant silence filled the air, spoiled only by the heavy breathing of each doll and the sound of liquid shooting out or trickling from the honey pots of the aroused horde.

He knew what was happening, even though he never saw a reaction this violent before, he was already too broken down to care.