Ted's Dolls 39: Mr. M

If you haven't read any of the Ted's Dolls stories before, you can’t start here. Do you normally start a couple chapters from the end? You should start from the beginning and read Ted's Dolls 1: Jane before reading this one. If you haven't read Ted's Dolls 38: Doll before reading this, I doubt this one will make any sense.

The Sunday after Thanksgiving, Zoey found her way to her seat and looked out the window. She gave Ted and Paris one last wave before they turned to leave the platform. Zoey closed her eyes and waited. Someone sat down next to her.

The man sat in silence next her. She was so happy he didn’t try to talk to her. The next thing she knew she was tapped on the arm. “This is your stop.”

“Huh?” Her eyes snapped open. The station sign outside was for her stop. “Oh, thanks for waking me.”

“Not at all. Have a good day,” the man said. After she left, Mr. M called for a car to meet him at the next stop. He had gained a lot of insight into Ted from the young woman.

For the next few days, Zoey had a stray thought where she wondered how the man on the train had known which stop was hers. But the thought disappeared as fast as it happened each time.

* * *

Years of mental discipline allowed Mr. M to remain calm. He had never seen Mr. Perry so angry. Technically, he still hadn’t seen Mr. Perry angry as he was certain Mr. Perry was miles away. The anti-magic hood covering Mr. M’s head also stood in the way of potentially seeing Mr. Perry. White noise filled his ears so he had no idea if he were in a room alone or a room filled with a dozen gunmen.

“Let me get this straight,” Mr. Perry’s voice said from the speakers in the hood. “You removed Jane from campus while she was a doll with no way of knowing if or when she might turn back to normal.”

“You told me your goal was for her to be a mannequin in your art room. How is this any different?”

“A sex doll is not a mannequin, for one thing. And I was hoping to get Ted on the hook for her transformation so I could leverage him in the future. He wasn’t even involved?”

“No, it was a witch-whore named Emily Scarborough who transformed Miss Panabaker.”

“Any relation to Ted?”

“None that I’m aware of. The whore gives herself to a norm. Forget about her. I handled her. You will thank me.”

“I’m a norm.”

“You are a norm of distinction, Sir. Her boy toy isn’t.”

“Your superiority complex isn’t healthy.”

“I’ve been told that, Sir.”

“But you have no intention of changing.”

“None, Sir.”

“How did you handle her?”

“By Friday she should have fully enslaved herself to her owner. Put me within a hundred feet of Richard Bonaduce and I will be in full control of her in a moment.”

“How did you manage that?”

“She was already spending time as a doll allowing him to use her as he pleased. Her transformations are more powerful than Ionescu’s. While I was brainfucking her, I unlocked one of her abilities she knew nothing about. She can transform herself into a living doll.”

“A living doll. So, like Ted’s dolls she would not be human but could move on her own.”

“If she hadn’t made herself the property of the Bonaduce chattel. Yes. Since he can command the Doll. She is his slave.”

“Can she use this transformative spell on someone else?”

“I was unable to determine that within the limited amount of time I had to rummage through her head. I felt it was more important to get her under control, even if it was the chattel’s control, than to test what kinds of magic she was fully capable of.”

“And not get caught.”

“Caught? Yes, sir. Of course.”

“I’m not an idiot.”

“I did not mean to sound so condescending.”

“Funny.”

“If I may suggest?” Mr. M said.

“Go ahead.”

“I should go back to campus and finish her enslavement and also ensure no one notices her acting oddly. I didn’t have time to find all her friends and convince them that Emily was always a bit odd. There is a high probability that if Ionescu spends much time with her, he will know her mind was tampered with far more than was likely revealed to him when it was first discovered Jane was missing.”

“You shouldn’t have tried to make her forget Jane.”

“Calculated risk. Right now, any odd behavior on her part could be a trauma response to her friend going missing and someone trying to make her forget it. But without my re-enforcement, that could easily go off the rails. Ionescu isn’t stupid. None of his line are from what I understand.”

There was no answer for a moment.

“Sir?”

* * *

Stockton looked at the display. There were seven mannequins, all with the same face and figure arranged on a platform in seven different poses. Six of them were real mannequins. The seventh was the prize he had been seeking: Jane Panabaker. She was the model for the mannequins and through the use of magic she had been a mannequin. She was suppose to stand among the production mannequins as the seventh in a series of six mannequin models. She was where he wanted her to be doing exactly what he wanted her to do. And it was all wrong because she was not a mannequin. She was a sex doll.

He should be pleased. He could fuck the doll. Jane would probably enjoy it greatly. But anything that made his plans fail stabbed at his heart. He wanted the original Jane mannequin to stand on display in his collection. The doll wasn’t right. And that gnawed at him.

He fucked the doll. It took the edge off. The idea that he could control a transformer also took some of the edge off. He just had to have Mr. M make Stockton the transformer’s owner. He’d seen pictures of the Scarborough girl. He’d make Ronson her handler. Ronson had been sniffing around for a new perk. It would be a test for Ronson. He suspected Ronson was not as loyal as he should be.

Stockton took a shower to get his own sweat off his body. Conveniently, the Jane doll didn’t leak bodily fluids on him. He returned to his desk and turned on the view screen. The phone on his desk rang. He picked it up, “ETA?”

“Mr. M should be here in fourteen minutes. All defense protocols are active.”

“Call off the rocket launchers. That way he knows we aren’t really mad at him.”

“Yes, Sir.”

* * *

Mr. M sat on a bench outside one of the dorms watching the students go by. Several of the prettier students would pass by the bench again around seven that evening without knowing why they did so. One of them would sit on the bench in his place.

He looked up into a window of the dorm. There she stood, just as he had planted in her mind. Weak minded fool that she was. When he spotted her owner, he planted the thought in his mind that he should look at her and then go somewhere else. Let her stand there all day. Show her who’s in charge.

Richard stared up at the window to his room. He gave a curt wave and walked away. Mr. M got up and followed him, unseen. As Richard met with his friends, Mr. M planted thoughts that it was normal for Emily to obey Richard. She wasn’t really human. She was a doll. Once he had this established in his friends’ minds, he had Richard take leave and seek out other friends.

While he did this, he planted a few other thoughts into Richard’s mind. He wanted Richard to think of her as nothing more than a thing. He wouldn’t know how well it had worked until seven.

* * *

Doll spent the whole day cursing at itself. The laughing voice eventually fell silent and Doll was left alone in Doll’s head. Doll could not cry. Doll wished Doll could weep. Instead, Doll stood in the third floor window with a smile frozen on its face. Doll saw Owner in the middle of the day.

Please Owner. Please rescue Doll from Doll’s foolishness.

Owner waved and walked away.

Doll wondered if Doll could anti-bliss. Doll assumed Doll was anti-blissing now.

Doll waited. Doll despaired.

The sun went down. There was no one outside where Doll stood. A bench sat empty under a street lamp. As it grew darker a woman sat on the bench. Doll did not know who she was. She was blond like Doll was. The woman was looking at her phone when she lifted her head. She was talking to someone outside of the light. She rolled her shoulders back to give this person a better view of her ample chest. She laughed at whatever the other person said. Doll wondered if they were in love.

Owner stepped into the light and held his hand out to her. She took his hand and they walked off toward the center of campus. Owner briefly looked up at his dorm window and winked.

Time passed.

Owner looked happy when Owner walked away.

Time passed.

Doll should be happy because Owner is happy.

Time passed.

Doll stood in the window, the smile frozen on its face lit by the rising sun.

Time passed.

Doll did not see Owner the entire day or night.

The door to the dorm room opened.

Mr. M entered the dorm, unseen. Richard had given him the key to the room a couple days ago. “There you are,” he said to the Doll looking out the window.

Doll didn’t care. Doll was broken.

“Cat got your tongue? How is my favorite chattel whore?” He laughed. “Don’t worry. I won’t be long. Oh, my, look at the ruin that was once your mind. I almost feel sorry for you. Almost. I just need to make a few adjustments. And I need you to take a trip when Winter break starts. I’m sure once you present yourself to my boss and he takes ownership of you, he’ll treat you far better than I ever would. He might even give you your name back. I won’t. Doll is Doll.”

“Doll is Doll.” It echoed through Doll’s head. Doll was relieved. Doll could say Doll’s name again. Doll is Doll. This made Doll happy. Weird man in room was laughing. Doll had no idea why.

* * *

Mr. M was a professional when Stockton told him to leave Emily alone. If she didn’t show up to her exams, too many people might notice. And if she flunked all her exams, too many people would notice. Mr. M didn’t think it would be more people than he could handle. But Perry was the boss.

Stockton hadn’t told Mr. M to return. He hung out on campus looking for interesting patterns and avoiding Ionescu.

One pattern he noticed was several women visiting a young man’s dorm room frequently with sex on their minds. He caught thoughts in each of the women’s heads that were regimented and identical. Could there be a mentalist on this campus? If so, having only recruited three women, that Mr. M could confirm, was an amazing level of restraint for someone this young.

Carson, he discovered, was not a wizard. But he had built up some wizard like power somehow. While Carson was eating lunch on the Wednesday of exam week, Mr. M joined him at his table.

“Who are you?” the boy said.

“You can call me Mr. M.”

“That’s sounds like a name used in espionage.”

“Not untrue. Tell me, Carson. How did you do it?”

“Do what? And how do you know my name?”

“Ask enough passers by ‘who’s that guy?’ eventually one of them will know your name.”

“I guess.”

“As for your first question, do the names Fiona, Bailey, and Lilian mean anything to you.”

“Friends of mine.”

“Friends you’ve only really known since Friday, five days ago. And that only applies to Fiona. Lilian you met yesterday for the first time.”

“If you know all that, why are you asking?”

“Because I don’t know how you made these three women love you so quickly.”

“Well, sure, if you think they love me, that would be suspicious. But that isn’t true. We just have common exams that we’re studying for.”

“You share no classes with them.”

“We share no classrooms. But we’re taking the same classes here and there.”

“Tell me what the first and second signs are.”

“First and second signs? Like of the apocalypse?”

“My patience is wearing thin. Do not trifle with me. Let me demonstrate.”

Carson was grabbed from behind by a woman he’d had no idea was near by. She pulled him back in his chair. She straddled over his legs and sat on his lap. She opened her top, grabbed him by the hair, and forcefully rubbed his face all over her well-endowed tits. A moment later she had straightened out her top and walked away without saying a word. No one in the cafeteria seemed to notice this happened.

“Fuck.”

“Yes, fuck. Well articulated.”

“This is probably a stupid question. But do you know about Ted’s dolls?”

“Yes, but I haven’t examined one.”

“If you convince them to read something, they believe it.” He whispered.

“No need to whisper. No one in the room can hear us. By believe it, you mean they repeat it constantly in their heads.”

“I suppose. I don’t read minds. I’m guessing you do.”

“And Ted doesn’t know this.”

“If he does, he doesn’t warn his dolls not to read things.”

“Fascinating.”

“I appreciate that you have been useful. Rent a doll tonight. Penelope France, the woman you just motorboated, will rent herself tonight. She will be your doll. It will be arranged.”

“Okay.”

Mr. M stood up. “Don’t get caught. If you manage to acquire a decent harem by the end of next semester and not get caught, I’ll give you a prize.”

“And if I fail?”

“I’ll reach into your head and make you impotent till you die.”

“What? Wait. How large is ‘a decent harem’?”

“Good day, Mr. O’Neil,” he said, tipping his hat. “See you next summer.”

Before Carson could say another word, Mr. M vanished from his sight. “I know you’re still here, you bastard. Probably right in front of me laughing.”

He had just shouted in the middle of the cafeteria and no one had turned to look at him.

“You didn’t say what the prize was either.”

* * *

Mitch put the doll down in Ted’s bathroom. He closed the door and walked over to Ted to give him a hug. “We had a rough semester. I hope we’re good, Man.”

Ted hugged him back. “We’re good. I’ve already had reports that nothing bad happened to that doll.”

They said their goodbyes and Mitch left.

Zoey stepped out of the bathroom and also hugged Ted. “Do you think Paris would mind if we fucked?”

“Maybe,” Ted said. “Don’t think I want to risk it.”

“That’s too bad. I am wound up.”

“Perhaps you enjoy being a doll too much.”

“Perhaps. I’m going to leave campus. My sister is expecting to see me for the holidays and if I stay, I’ll try to seduce you into taking me back to your house.”

“As much as I love being seduced, it’s probably better if you go back to your normal life.”

“As if. Classes start early in February, right? I’ll be here.”

“Don’t lose your job, Zoey.”

“I won’t. Maybe I’ll take a graduate class.”

“That would be cool.”

They hugged and she left. She headed to the staircase at the end of the hallway farthest from the exit and went up two flights of stairs. She found the door she was looking for and knocked.

Paris watched from the stairwell. She had been on her way to Ted’s room when she saw Zoey head for the back stairs.

The door in front of Zoey opened and she said, “Should I sit in the chair?”

Paris didn’t hear the response. She stood there for a moment as Zoey went inside and the door closed behind her. Who lived there?