Ted's Dolls 41: Stockton Perry

Ted's Dolls was meant to be an anthology series of doll transformations. But the continuity has become very important. Please read them in the suggested order as found in this gallery on deviantArt or as listed on my Patreon.

Stockton Perry first appeared in Ted’s Dolls 25: Jane 3. He is a billionaire venture capitalist who had Jane kidnapped by his mental-magic-wielding henchman, Mr. M.

The woman’s face was covered in tears, saliva, and other bodily fluids. She gasped desperately for air before the man’s cock was rammed back down her throat. Despite her situation, the man’s attitude was one of annoyance that he had to let her breathe occasionally. The manner in which he pulled out and pushed back in was practiced, expert-like if such expertise existed.

The door to his office opened and his assistant entered. “What are you doing here, Silvia?” He bellowed.

“There’s a phone call I believe you’ll want to take despite how busy you are: Leslie Pauluva.”

His face contorted and cum flooded the mouth and throat of the woman under his desk. Some of it escaped her lips but she could do nothing to stop it. He pulled his dick out and tapped it against her face until he released another stream of cum. The woman didn’t flinch as this happened.

“Should I remove the girl?” Silvia said.

“Yes. She’s a keeper. Give Mr. M a bonus for finding her. She does need cleaning up. Bring her back after the call.” He stood up, his wet, softening dick swinging in the breeze. “Line 3?”

“Line 3.” Silvia came around his desk and pulled the woman out by her shoulders. The padded board she was kneeling on slid forward. Silvia flipped a switch on the board releasing her legs from the clamps holding her down. The woman attempted to stand. Silvia did not release the cuffs locking her arms behind her back as she led the wobbling woman to the bathroom attached to the office.

“Mr. Pauluva, I wasn’t expecting your call. Has your thirty million dollar retainer brought you to my ear?” Perry said as he zipped up and sat down.

“Mr. Perry, I’ve called to warn you. You have stuck your dick a hornet’s nest with one of your latest acquisitions.”

“You’ll need to be more specific. I acquire a lot of things quite frequently. Are you referring to my buyout of all of France’s television broadcasters? The island in Japan? The daughter of Shiek Faraad Sahamin?”

“None of those things. I’m referring to the mannequin girl.”

“I don’t talk about the mannequin girl. What a fiasco!”

“Fiasco? What you didn’t like the final pose? A mannequin in the fetal position is rather avant garde.”

“We’ve been unable to get the witch to fix the pose.”

“There’s a whole lot more wrong with the mannequin girl than her pose.”

“That was like a month ago? Why are you only calling me now?”

“You didn’t tell me about her ahead of time like you usually do. It was six weeks ago. The tangle didn’t show up in my readings until a week ago and it took me another week to untangle it sufficiently to figure out where it started. As usual, your Mr. M was the catalyst but I assume he was working under your orders.”

“You are always complaining about my best underling.”

“You don’t need a mentalist to get your dick wet. You don’t need him at all.”

“She’s just a piece of ass. How can she possibly be significant?”

“She wouldn’t be significant if you had just wined and dined her like a normal billionaire asshole. She would have fallen for your charms in about two weeks and would have begged to be a mannequin for your collection. You would have paid the Ionescu scion $15,000 for a mannequin transformation and she’d be yours forever. Instead, you decided to take her. Her fate is now entwined with a few different magic families. Release her and her friend at once or the consequences for you will be devastating.”

“I will not be lectured to by you about my methods.”

Laughter pealed from the speakerphone. “No, Mr. Perry,” Leslie’s voice dripped with sarcasm as he said Stockton’s name. “My contract has a clause in it that specifically allows me to talk to you like you’re four years old just for this conversation we’re having here. I don’t need you. There are a thousand other billionaires who would retain me in a heartbeat. You fucked up. You get lectured to. You would do the same thing to your people.”

“I’m not one of your people.”

“No. I’d have had you permanently taken care of if you were one of my people. Do we understand one another?”

“I have never known you to be so hyperbolic.”

“You’ve never swam in so much shit before. And you don’t even know you’re drowning.”

“What families are you talking about? I know the Ionescu kid probably cares about his friends. Who else?”

“That’s not important. You will do as I said or we will amicably terminate our contract. You have until Friday.”

The line went dead.

Silvia was listening to the call on the intercom in the bathroom adjacent to his office. Perry had installed it so he could leave people alone to discuss things while he was in the bathroom. Silvia used it often in order to manage his expectations.

She looked at the woman in the shower who couldn’t hear her. “I’m so sorry for you.” She held up a towel as the woman stepped out of the shower stall. Once she was dry, the woman put the cuffs back on her wrists behind her back. Silvia locked them in place before leading her back to the thinly padded board under Stockton’s desk.

* * *

Doll opened its eyes. There was an antiseptic smell in the air. A thin track on the ceiling held curtains that could be run around whatever bed Doll was on. Doll was in a medical facility of some sort. Doll turned her head and there was pain as Doll’s skin rubbed against the smooth pillow it was on. Doll could see an intravenous bag hanging above her. It probably went into Doll’s arm. Doll didn’t want to look.

Doll was human. Doll was Doll. Doll knew being Doll was just a prison Mr. M had created in Doll’s mind. Doll was someone. Doll held on to that belief like a lifeline.

Doll opened its eyes. Shadows on the ceiling indicated hours had passed. No one had noticed Doll was sometimes aware. This time Doll was able to turn Doll’s head with only mild discomfort. A door to the room Doll was in was closed to Doll’s left. Doll attempted to lift Doll’s arm. Doll was strapped to the bed. Doll expected this.

“Nurse?” Doll said. Doll’s voice was raspy and ineffective. Doll could not produce a louder sound.

Doll opened its eyes. Sunlight from a window on Doll’s right indicated it was probably sunrise. Someone moved about the room. “Nurse?”

“Oh, you’re awake. You gave Mr. Perry such a scare, young lady. How’s you’re head?”

“Water.”

“Oh, of course.” Something cold pressed against Doll’s lips. “It’s an ice chip. Suck on that for now. When you can sit up, we’ll try normal water.”

The ice chip was heavenly.

“Now, I’m told you had a severe concussion with memory loss and some motor skill problems that caused you to lapse into a coma. Do you know your name?”

“Doll.”

“Doll? That’s what is says on your chart. Very good. Do you know where you are?”

“Hospital?”

“This is actually a long term care hospice. But hospital is a great answer. Do you know what year it is?”

“December 2023 or maybe early 2024.”

“Oh dear. It’s 2026, Doll. August third.”

“What?”

“Don’t panic. Here’s another ice chip. Let me get the doctor. She’ll be so glad you’ve awakened. She’ll answer your medical questions.”

Doll sucked on the ice chip. The doctor didn’t arrive for another hour.

“Hello, Doll. I’m Dr. Gawande. It is so good to see you awake. Your brain scans started looking much better last week. I had a feeling you’d come back to us in no time. Nurse Yokohara says you got the year of your injury correct. It’s natural you wouldn’t be aware of the span of time spent in a coma. Any pain?”

“Some when Doll turns Doll’s head.”

“That’s probably bed stiffness. Let me check your extremities.” She put her hand around Doll’s hand and squeezed it. “Can you feel that?”

“Yes.” Doll could also feel Doll’s other hand. But, there was no sensation in Doll’s feet.

“This isn’t unusual in coma patients. We’ll try that again tomorrow. I’m going to have Nurse Yokohara sit you up and see if you can eat some gelatin. Real food will help immensely with your recovery. You’ll see.”

“Where’s Jane?”

“Who?”

“My friend Jane. She was kidnapped.”

“Miss Panabaker isn’t here. But she’s fine. You don’t have to worry about her. We’ll have someone call her and see if she can make the time to get here. She’s a very busy woman these days.”

Doll relaxed. Jane got away.

* * *

Mr. M half listened to Mr. Perry ranting. Part of his mind was enjoying the show taking place in his doll’s head.

“What are you smiling about?” Stockton snapped, pulling Mr. M out his toy’s mind.

“Nothing.”

“Are you tormenting my transmuter again? I told you I want her to work for me. Not to be your horror toy.”

“She still hasn’t broken, sir.”

Perry’s hand smashed across Mr. M’s face. “Broken. Are you a fucking moron? What good is a broken wizard?

Mr. M smiled broadly. He put his finger in the blood leaving his nose and sucked it off his finger. “Not even I can convince her that working for you would be a good idea. Not after everything else that’s happened. If I don’t break her, she will find you eventually and kill you. Or worse.”

“And all of that is your fault according Pauluva.”

“What did Less-lee tell you to do now? Sometimes I wonder why I work for you and not him.”

“You know for a fact he would never hire you.”

“True. What did he say?”

“He said there’s a few wizard families tied to the mannequin girl.”

“And did he also tell you you should have just showered the Panabaker girl with charm and gifts and you wouldn’t have needed me to do anything at all? Like I told you?”

“So, you agree with Pauluva.”

“Sadly, yes. Regardless of the pleasure I take delivering whipped pussy to an already powerful man, you rely on me far too much. I am a very large wrecking ball that you smash into powerless women when the change in your couch would suffice to get you plenty of pussy. You’re either the most insecure billionaire ever or you’re fucking lazy. Perhaps both... Sir.”

“I don’t recall you complaining about making those desk girls for me.”

“Why would I complain? I enjoying fucking brains as much as you enjoy getting head from mindless girls. But even there, I’m sure money and charm could get you the same results. Yes, that would take effort on your part. I know.”

“I don’t like your attitude.”

Mr. M looked at Stockton and then laughed. “Aw, did Leslie yell at poor Mr. Perry? Did he make you sad? You think shit runs downhill? I am not downhill. Take it out on your desk toy. I bite.” He got up. “I’m leaving. Figure out how you want to handle those wizards families and let me know what you want to do. But frankly, Leslie is right. If you end this now, you might get away unscathed. The whore is sufficiently pliant right now that if she and the mannequin find themselves safe from you, I can probably make her believe revenge would ruin their escape. That’s probably the best outcome.”

“What about my collection?”

“Your secret collection only you, me, and a handful of others know about? The one with the star of the attraction locked in the fetal position and made of plastic? That collection? A cleanup team will make it as though you never had a mannequin display in that room. And if necessary, I can make you forget.”

“You aren’t allowed in my head.”

“No, of course not. More’s the pity.”

Mr. M left. He already knew Perry wouldn’t back down. Didn’t even need to read his mind to know that. If there were other wizards in addition to the Ionescu kid, he did not like being put in danger. He knew he had to protect himself first.

Stockton watched Mr. M leave. It looked like he would need to deploy plan B against the Ionescu child. He opened a drawer and selected a burner cellphone. He dialed the only number in its contact list.

“Hello?” A man answered.

“Randall, my friend, how goes the filming?”

* * *

Mr. M stopped at Silvia’s desk and said nothing.

“Sir? Can I help you?” She said.

“I can’t find her.”

“Who?”

“Did I say that out loud?” He said to Stockton’s assistant.

“Yes, you said, ‘I can’t find her.’”

“You can forget that.”

“I can forget that.”

“If Mr. Perry is looking for me, I’ll be off grid at the storage site.”

“I’ll tell him.”

“Tell him only if he asks.”

“I’ll tell him only if he asks.”

A moment later, Silvia found herself staring off into the empty space between her desk and Mr. Perry’s door. She wasn’t sure why.

* * *

Doll woke up. Doll’s back hurt. Doll was on a cement floor, its legs curled up under it. It was pitch black. Doll tried to straighten its legs but there was a wall inches from its bottom. Doll reached out and could easily touch the wall to either side. Doll reached up and touched the ceiling. All the surfaces were cement. The box Doll was confined within was probably less than four feet long and only two feet high and wide. There was a thin seam at the top of the box. Doll was in some sort of sarcophagus.

Doll had a plan. Doll would transform itself into a form that was immune to evil man’s mind control. It should be possible because anything was possible. The form would also help Doll recover instead of draining Doll’s power.

Earl would approve. Earl was not Doll. Doll couldn’t remember who Earl was. But Earl was important to Doll. Earl and… someone. Doll tried to remember why.

Discomfort made that hard. Doll knew the solution to its trouble. But was it safe for Doll to cast a spell? Doll didn’t believe it was 2026. The hospice had been a lie. Another taunting of Doll.

Doll cast a spell similar to a spell Doll had heard Ted cast. A few minutes later, Doll could easily imagine how it looked. The figurine of a dragon perched atop a pile of gold coins, jewels, and other treasures looked small in the vast cavern that was its domain. And when a dragon had more room than its horde filled, it needed to grow its horde. Dragons lived a long time and their thirst for revenge was as unquenchable as the fires they breathed.

Earl would approve.