Happy Doll Delivery Co.

by kingnothing1996 (ao3)

Chapter 1: Doll #377 - Ann Takamaki

Doll #377 - Ann Takamaki:

Ann Takamaki hated her life, or more accurately what her life had become.

Everything had started in High School, where her peers shunned her for her race and her perverted Gym teacher attempted to blackmail her into sleeping with him.

Ann hadn’t believed him when he said he could destroy her modeling career, assuming he was bluffing to try and scare her into sleeping with him.

She had been terribly wrong.

In barely a month Ann’s life went to hell. 

She was expelled from school for “trying to sleep with her teachers to get better marks”, which was a total lie. Once word that she’d been expelled and the reason for it reached the modeling world, not even Ann’s parents were able to salvage her career as all her contracts were canceled and she was dropped by her agency.

It became next to impossible for Ann to find any sort of modeling work, and after a few months, she had turned to the one thing she had sworn she would never do.

Porn.

Not just any porn though, BDSM porn.

As it turned out, there was a big demand for young women bound, gagged, and more often then not fucked in tight latex suits.

Within a year Ann had become the biggest fetish porn store in Japan, and she hated it, she hated it with all her being. She hated the tight revealing latex outfits, she hated being bound and gagged and the feeling of helplessness that came with it, and she hated that she had been used and abused by innumerous men and women.

Yet, despite how much she hated it, Ann couldn’t quit.

When she started, she had signed a contract saying that for three years she would be at the studio’s beck and call, and the penalties for breaking that contract were so ridiculously high that Ann had no choice but to keep working.

Today, however, there was a silver lining.

At the stroke of midnight, Ann’s contract would expire, and she would be free to abandon the porn industry.

All Ann could think of as she pulled on her outfit for her final shoot was her impending freedom.

Soon she’d never again be wearing a latex suit like the red one she was currently pulling on, which included a chest window that exposed a good portion of her breasts and three zippers, two of which ran from her chest to her toes while the third reached from her chest to her crotch. Pink latex gloves covered Ann’s hands, and completing the outfit was a red latex hood with a feline theme that exposed her eyes, mouth, and twin ponytails.

Of course, that latex suit wasn’t all Ann would be wearing for her final shoot, as once she was hooded the “production assistants” got to work. The first thing they did was lock a black leather collar around her neck, followed up with a pair of leather cuffs that had incredibly short chains connecting them to the collar. These short chains forced Ann to keep her arms bent, allowing a pair of short black leather sleeves to be pulled over them. Similar leather sleeves were pulled over her legs, forcing her to keep them bound, and forcing Ann to crawl on her elbows and knees.

A whimper escaped from Ann’s mouth as her ass was penetrated by anal plug, one with a long red latex cat tail emerging from the other end. 

This left two more items.

The first was a large metal ring gag. When she started, such a gag would’ve caused Ann’s jaw to ache for a week. Now, unfortunately, she was now used to it. 

The second and final item was a red latex blindfold that perfectly blended in with her hood, taking away her eyesight.

Now bound, blind, and gagged, Ann was totally helpless and ready to do her final shoot.

But that would never happen.

Unbeknownst to Ann, the studio her contract was with had been approached with an offer, a very big offer, to sell Ann’s contract, which they had eagerly agreed to.

As Ann was sealed inside of a latex vacuum-cube, with only her head sticking out, she had no idea the next year would make her three years as a pornstar seem like heaven and leave longing for those days.

For now though, Ann was blissfully unaware of what was in store for her, and still thought she was just a few hours from freedom.

Chapter 2: Doll #552 - Lady Obsidian

Doll #552 - Lady Obsidian:

‘Smile and wave,’ Lady Obsidian thought to herself as the curtains closed, hiding her from her cheering audience.

“And done,” Lady Obsidian said as she let out a relieved sigh. As much as the world famous escape artist enjoyed her live performances, she always felt a sense of relief when they were over and the gaze of hundreds (if not thousands) of people was off of her. It always felt as though a weight had been taken off of her shoulders.

That sense of relief was tenfold considering that not only was another live show over, but it was her last show of the entire year, giving her a few months before her next show, which offered her both time to relax and time to plan out her future shows.

And plan she would. Even as she walked back to her dressing room she was thinking about which daring escapes she would keep for her next set of shows, what she might retire, what new escapes she would attempt, and if she’d take any old favorites out of the vault. 

With each step towards her dressing room Lady Obsidian slipped deeper and deeper into thought. So deep in fact that she didn’t notice that the door to her dressing room was open, just a crack, but still open despite her closing it when she left. 

She also didn’t notice the theater employee walking down the hall. Granted, that in itself wasn’t of note, but the employee slamming her dressing room door shut immediately after Lady Obsidian was inside, and then sealing it shut, was.

“Huh?” Lady Obsidian said, her eyes going wide as she turned towards her door, missing her wardrobe creek open, revealing a figure clad in all black who stepped out, careful not to make a single sound as they approached Lady Obsidian.

“Hey! My door’s stuck!” Lady Obsidian exclaimed as she began trying to open up the door. The sound of her pounding on the thick wood drowning out what little sound the figure in black made, allowing them to get closer, and closer, and closer until they were able to clamp a chloroform rag over her mouth and nose.

“MPH!” Lady Obsidian tried to struggle as the figure wrapped an arm around her, keeping the rag fixed in place over her mouth and nose. “Mph!” Lady Obsidian’s struggles began to weaken as she unwillingly inhaled more of the chemical. “Mph,” one final moan escaped from Lady Obsidian’s lips as her eyes shut and she drifted off into a deep sleep.

Wordlessly the figure in black carefully laid Lady Obsidian down on the floor and began to undress her, carefully setting aside each item of clothing until she was naked. 

Lady Obsidian was not naked for long though, as the figure in black pulled a white latex unitard over her naked form, followed by a pair of black heels, then a black latex hobble skirt that would keep Lady Obsidian from stepping more than an inch at a time. The hobble skirt was followed up with a black box armbinder that pinned Lady Obsidian’s arms behind her back. A thick black leather posture collar was locked around her neck, forcibly keeping her gaze forwards. Granted, her gaze wouldn’t be focused on anything as a black latex hood was pulled over her head, covering it completely and hiding her identity from anyone who might come across the bound escape artist. Just before the hood was pulled over her head, her attacker placed a pair of earplugs into her ears.

Now bound in addition to unconscious, the world famous escape artist was easily scooped up by their attacker and carried over to an empty suitcase in the corner of her dressing room. Said suitcase was lined with latex pads that rendered it soundproof and also reduced the space for Lady Obsidian inside, giving her barely an inch to squirm when she eventually regained consciousness. 

A padlock was locked into place one the suitcase was closed, trapping Lady Obsidian inside. In a few hours, when she awoke, she’d be greeted by darkness, but not silence. No, the earplugs had already begun playing a special audio track that would help speed up the process of remaking Lady Obsidian. That audio track would be the only sound Lady Obsidian would hear for the foreseeable future, as the small confined space of the briefcase became the escape artist's entire world.

Chapter 3: Doll #566 - Ahsoka Tano

Doll #566 - Ahsoka Tano

Coruscant.

Until a few months ago it had been the home of the Galactic Republic and the Jedi Order, but now neither of those existed.

The Galactic Republic had been reorganized into the first Galactic Empire, and the first action taken by the new Emperor had been to exterminate the one group who could stand in his way.

In a simultaneous attack across the entire Galaxy, the Clone Troopers that had fought alongside the Jedi for years suddenly turned against their commanders and mowed them down like Battle Droids. The 501st Legion had directly assaulted the Jedi Temple, wiping out almost all inside.

Any survivors of this purge knew that, whether they liked it or not, they had to go into hiding. 

Many of those survivors who had been on Coruscant at the time of the purge had since fled the planet, but a small number remained, choosing to hide in plain sight of the new Empire.

Ahsoka Tano was one of those few. The former Padawan had chosen to leave the Jedi Order a few months prior to the purge, though that hadn’t stopped her name from being added to the list of Jedi “traitors” the Empire was looking for.

Thankfully, Ahsoka had managed to evade the Clone Troopers, or Stormtroopers as they were now called, stationed on Coruscant. Key to her evasion was that she had taken up residence in the lower levels of Coruscant. She had planned to dedicate herself to improving the lives of the residents of the lower levels, but the Empire’s emergence had put a wrench in that plan, forcing her to keep as low a profile as possible. She always made sure to cover her tracks as best as possible in the off chance that Stormtroopers, bounty hunters, or criminals seeking revenge.

However, as Ahsoka stared from her bed at the half-dozen assassin droids that had seemingly crept into her small bedroom while she slept, she realized she must not have done as good a job as she thought.

The first thought to pop into her head was to use the force to crush the droids, but she wasn’t sure if she could crush them all at once. Another option was to simply shove them using the force, but she doubted it would keep the droids down for more than a few seconds. Now more than ever she wished she had kept her lightsabers. 

“Ahsoka Tano,” one of the droids said, breaking Ahsoka from her thoughts. “We are not here to attack you,” it said. That much did seem to be true, considering that they were unarmed and could easily have shot her while she slept.

“Then why are you here?” Ahsoka asked.

“We are here on the request of Senator Bail Organa,” the droid said as they held up a hologram projector and switched it on.

“Ahsoka,” the holographic figure of Senator Bail Organa said. “I hope that my droids have found you, and I apologize for using Assassin Droids, but I knew the Empire wouldn’t suspect them.” 

“I am contacting you on behalf of Master Yoda,” Ashoka sat up in her bed at this point, allowing the sheets to fall and expose her underwear clad form. “He and Master Kenobi have established a safe haven for surviving Jedi here on Alderan, and wish for you to join them.”

“The decision is ultimately yours, but if you decide to come, my droids will need to take extensive measures to make sure you arrive safely.”

Ahsoka should have thought more critically. Why would Master Yoda seek her out specifically? Why not Anakin, Master Plo, or any other more powerful Jedi?

Alas, after nearly a year of no contact with anybody from her time as a Jedi, Ahsoka jumped at the opportunity that had been presented to her.

“Take me to them!” Ahsoka said as she stood up.

“Then you agree with our transport methods?” the droid asked.

“Yes, yes,” Ahsoka said, agreeing quickly to whatever the droids needed to do, a decision she would come to regret.

Two of the droids stepped towards Ahsoka, carrying a shiny blue sack that seemed to be almost as tall as Ahsoka. 

“Step into this,” the droid said, and though she was confused as to the purpose of the sack, Ahsoka thought nothing of it as she stepped inside. Once she was inside, the sack was closed around her neck. 

“So what’s the purpose of this?” Ahsoka asked as behind her another droid approached, this one carrying an odd device that they plugged into a slot in the sack. In just a single second the device sucked every single inch of air out of the sack, making it skin tight.

Immediately Ahsoka fell to the floor, her legs pinned together and arms trapped at her sides.

“What are you doing!” Ahsoka yelled angrily as she began to squirm, trying to physically break free of the sack.

“Securing the package,” one of the droids said as another droid, or maybe it was one Ahsoka had already interacted with, she couldn’t tell, approached her. In the droid's hand was a shiny blue mask, seemingly made of the same material as the sack.

Before Ahsoka could call upon the force to break free of her bondage, the droid pressed the mask against her face. The material immediately stuck to Ahsoka’s face, covering it completely. Her nose was covered by the material, and there was only a tiny tube for Ahsoka to suck air through. 

Ahsoka barely registered being picked up by the droids and carried out of her small bedroom, nor did she register the creak of the latex as she squirmed. 

Breathing was now Ahsoka’s sole focus, as every small breath was sucked in frantically, and with her focus now entirely on breathing, her chances of escape became zero.

Chapter 4: Doll #580 - Sakura Haruno

Doll #580 - Sakura Haruno:

Sakura hummed to herself as she undressed. The young woman had been out shopping when something interesting caught her eye. It was a brand new store in the village’s shopping district, one she would have never expected.

A lingerie store.

The shop didn’t even try to hide what it sold, uncreatively calling itself “The Lingerie Store” and not bothering to black out its windows, allowing anyone passing by to peer inside and see the lingerie inside.

Out of curiosity, Sakura had peered through the windows, trying to look inconspicuous as she did so.

Initially Sakura was unimpressed by the selection. She didn’t need any lingerie, and nothing in the store caught her eye.

Then, Sakura’s gaze fell onto a set of pink three piece lace lingerie. For reasons Sakura couldn’t explain, the pink lace stood out amongst all the other sets of lingerie in the store, and Sakura found herself marching inside the store, asking the employee if there was a changing room, and then marched into the changing room with the lingerie in hand.

Now all Sakura had left on her was her underwear, simple red and white striped panties and bra, and those only remained on her for a few more seconds before Sakura slid her panties down her legs and unclipped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.

Sakura’s gaze shifted to the mirror in front of her as she took a moment to admire her own naked body. The way the changing room was laid out meant that the mirror faced the door, making it the first thing Sakura had seen upon entering. 

It was thanks to this layout that Sakura saw a sheet of metal suddenly drop from the ceiling, blocking the entrance to the dressing room.

“What the hell?” Sakura said as she turned to the metal sheet blocking the doorway and attempted to shove it, only to find that despite her putting all of her strength into the shove it would not move.

“Hey, let me out!” Sakura shouted as she began to bang on the sheet, attempting to get the attention of the store's employees. 

As she banged on the metal, Sakura suddenly felt something dripping down onto her. Whipping her head up to look at the ceiling above her, she saw that the sprinkler above her had come to life, but instead of water some shiny pink liquid was being sprayed from it and was quickly pooling on the floor.

“The hell?” Sakura asked as she raised her foot out of the ankle high water. The young woman’s eyes widened as she saw her foot was covered in the shiny pink liquid, which stayed put even as she tried to peel it off.

“Let me out!” Sakura shouted as she began frantically banging on the metal sheet and shouting for help as the room filled with more and more of the liquid, soon reaching up to Sakura’s knees.

The franticness of Sakura’s pleas for help increased as with each passing moment more and more of her body was submerged, reaching up to her thighs, then her waist, her stomach. Once it reached her chest her arms were covered as well, with her hands now stuck balled up into fists.

“Somebody please help me,” Sakura whimpered out before she took a gulp of air, holding her breath as the liquid engulfed her completely.

For a few more minutes the liquid continued to fill the room, only ceasing when it hit the ceiling. For several minutes nothing happened until a few openings opened along the floor, allowing the liquid to drain, revealing walls covered by the shiny pink liquid, which had solidified upon contact.

Eventually, the form of Sakura was revealed, though nobody would have been able to tell it was her. Her body was completely covered by the shiny pink liquid, which had solidified into a latex cocoon. Her legs had become stuck together, and her arms had become stuck to her sides. No identifying features remained uncovered, with her head now a featureless blank latex slate.

Despite both her mouth and nose being covered, Sakura could still breath, just barely though, which kept her struggles from being anything more than a squirm.

The young woman was defenseless to do anything as the metal sheet slid back up and the door opened, allowing the shop's employees to walk in and pick up the cocooned girl, who could only moan and squirm, unaware of who had picked her up or of what was in store for her.

If she had been aware, she likely would have begged to stay in the cocoon.

Chapter 5: Doll #594 - Cana Alberona

Doll #594 - Cana Alberona

There was a grin on Cana Alberona’s face as she walked through the streets of Magnolia.

This morning the young woman had gotten some of the most wonderful news she could have possibly heard. A brand new tavern was opening in Magnolia, and being the alcohol enthusiast she was, Cana had immediately decided that she’d check it out.

“Alright, this is the place,” Cana said as she came to a stop. Admittedly the tavern was a bit out of the way, located on one of Magnolia’s less traveled back streets, it was still clearly marked.

Cana could already smell the sweet aroma of alcohol and hear the clink of glasses. 

Of course, those were just in Cana’s imagination, and she knew the one thing better than imaginary alcohol was real alcohol. Thus the young woman began to make her way into the tavern.

The inside of the tavern was exactly what Cana imagined. Walking straight forward would bring anyone who entered to the bar. There were six total booths lining the walls, three on each wall, and there were five tables out on the floor. 

Cana wasn’t the first to enter the tavern, with two of the booths already occupied by patrons enjoying drinks and food.

Cana flashed them a smile as she took a seat at the bar.

“Hey, you’re a member of Fairy Tail, aren’t you?” the bartender asked as they approached Cana, cleaning out a mug with a cloth as they spoke.

“I am,” Cana said, used to being recognized around Magnolia.

“In that case, this is on the house,” the bartender said as he poured Cana a drink and set the mug in front of her.

“Thank you,” Cana said as she picked up the mug and drank down its entire contents in one go. “I don’t suppose that was a one off?” she asked with a smile that she hoped would convince the bartender to give her a few more free drinks.

“Ahh sure,” the bartender said, seemingly surprised to see Cana down the entire mug in one go. “Here you go,” he said as he refilled Cana’s mug and watched the young woman down the drink in one go. “Here you go again,” he said as he refilled Cana’s drink.

“Sweet,” Cana said as she downed her drink. The process repeated itself for several minutes, Cana emptying her glass just to have it refilled, with the bartender’s expression growing more and more concerned with each refill. 

“Oh relax, I can hold my drinks,” Cana said. It was well known amongst Fairy Tail that it was next to impossible for Cana to actually get drunk.

At least, normally she couldn’t get drunk. But as Cana continued she found herself feeling increasingly lightheaded. 

“That’s weird,” Cana slurred as her vision first became double then triple, before finally blurring completely before Cana fell from her barstool, the young woman now completely unconscious. 

“Holy shit she can hold her booze,” the bartender said as the dining patrons abandoned their meals. “That was like half of the potion we brought,” he said, shaking his head. “Anyways, strip her and get her prepped,” he ordered.

The patrons who had been eating just a few minutes before got to work stripping Cana naked before bringing out a transparent latex sleepsack that they promptly began shoving Cana into. The patrons made sure to place Cana’s arms into the sleepsacks built in sleeves before zipping the hood up, covering Cana’s body from the neck down. The tight transparent latex brought attention to her naked body. 

While the latex of the sleepsack was transparent, the final part of the sleepsack was not. A large black ball gag was popped into Cana’s mouth, stretching it to its limit, followed up with a thick black latex hood that completely covered Cana’s head, hiding any trace of who was underneath.

When Cana regained consciousness several hours later she would be unable to see where was being taken and unable to move. She’d have no idea what was in store for her. All she would know was that she shouldn’t have accepted those free drinks.

Chapter 6: Doll #597 - Samus Aran

Doll #597 - Samus Aran:

‘Well this was a waste of time,’ Samus thought to herself as she made her way through the derelict remains of a Space Pirates base.

The famous bounty hunter had been contacted by the Federation, informing her that there was activity at an abandoned Space Pirates base they had been monitoring. Unfortunately, they had no way of knowing if it was Space Pirates who had decided to return to their former base, or if it was scavengers trying to find any leftover goods, or possibly even a false alarm.

Since Samus was in the area, they had decided to contact her and see if she would be willing to check it out before deploying any marines.

Samus, of course, had accepted. On the off chance it was Space Pirates, she believed they should be dealt with as soon as possible.  

Unfortunately, after hours of searching, Samus had come up empty handed. With the exception of herself, there wasn’t a single living creature within the base, and there was nothing to indicate that anyone besides Samus had been inside in years.

At the very least Samus could take comfort in the fact that even if she came up empty handed the Federation would still compensate her for the time she spent on what turned out to be a wild goose chase.

As she approached her ship, Samus suddenly came to a halt as she saw the ramp deployed. Samus made it a point to lock down her ship any time she left it, and that meant that the ramp shouldn’t be deployed.

Raising her cannon arm, Samus pointed it towards the ramp as she began slowly approaching. It could be a simple glitch in her ship's systems, or it could be that someone had managed to disable the security systems and sneak aboard.

Either possibility was bad, and Samus was already charging up her cannon, ready to fire at a second's notice.

All of a sudden Samus saw a light blue ball flying towards her out of the corner of her eye and immediately turned to face it, planning to fire her cannon at the sphere. The ball, however, was faster than Samus had expected, and before she could fire her cannon it smashed into it. Further surprising the experienced warrior was that the sphere burst, revealing a light blue slime that encased her cannon and quickly began to spread.

Seeing the slime spread, tried to fire her cannon, hoping the energy blast would destroy the slime. What happened instead was the slime seemingly absorbed the blast and turned it into fuel as its spread sped up.

Seeing as her primary weapon hadn’t worked, and with the slime quickly encasing her cannon arm, Samus did the only thing she could think to do, something she did purely out of desperation.

She ejected from her Power Armor.

Unfortunately, that proved to quickly be a mistake, as in the heat of the moment Samus forgot an important piece of information about the planet she was on.

While the atmosphere was breathable to humans, it was saturated with a chemical virtually identical to chloroform, and the second Samus began to breathe without her Power Armors built in filters, her became lightheaded, her ballance became unsteady, and her vision blurred all in a manner of seconds until the bounty hunter collapsed, rendered unconscious by the alien air.

Hours later, Samus awoke to find herself seated in her ship, but there were a multitude of things wrong.

Firstly, she was not in the pilot's seat, and instead a figure clad in black was. Secondly, the ship was not on the planet but instead in deep space. Third, she was dressed in what felt and looked like a latex version of her zero suit, only with the sleeves changed to those of a straitjacket, keeping Samus’s arms bound in a tight self hug and her legs were forced together by a blue legbinder. Finally, a blue latex hood, matching the color pattern of Zero Suit by having the left and right sides of the hood dark blue and the center light blue, had been pulled over her head. The hood preemptively silenced Samus, and her vision was tinted green thanks to a light green visor covering her eyes.

Samus’s immediate reaction was to begin frantically struggling in her bindings to try and break free. A series of black straps kept her seated, and no matter how much she struggled they didn’t give in the slightest. 

As she struggled, seemingly in response to her struggles, a spinning spiral pattern suddenly appeared on the visor. Samus tried not to pay attention to it, but her attempt to ignore it ended in failure as she found herself staring at it. As she stared, a feeling of calm washed over Samus, and the struggling bounty hunter became as still as a statue as she was her hijacked ship flew through the vastness of space, carrying her away to a new life, one that she never would have begun willingly.

Chapter 7: Doll Check-Ups

The Boss.

In any company there was someone at the top of the food chain whose employees worked tirelessly to please.

Though their products were certainly different from what most companies produced, the Happy Doll Delivery Company still had a boss, who was known only as The Boss, and had founded the company herself.

Despite that, next to nothing was known  about her. 

Most guessed she was in her late thirties or early forties, and it was commonly believed she had been a physicist or engineer before starting the company.

What was known was that The Boss was that she was caucasian, with dark blue eyes and long brown hair she typically tied back into a bun. She wore glasses, though nobody was sure if they were real or just for show. 

When dealing with clients or investors, she wore a gray pencil suit with a white shirt underneath and a black tie. Her gray skirt reached down to her ankles, and she wore black high heeled boots.

When behind the scenes at the Happy Doll Delivery Company, The Boss wore a much less conservative outfit consisting of a gray latex catsuit with a breast window, thigh high black high heeled boots, a black corset, and black elbow length gloves.

The Boss was wearing her latex suit as she walked through the Happy Doll Delivery Companies processing facility. Each day she made it a point to check on the progress of all the products waiting to be completed, though today she had a meeting with potential investors, meaning she was on a tight schedule.

Since she was short on time, The Boss decided to only check on six of the dolls. Some of whom were in the final stages of their time here at the facility while others still had a ways to go before they were ready for delivery.

First up was Doll #597. Formerly a legendary intergalactic bounty hunter, Samus Aran had been transformed into a latex maid. The latex zero suit she had been placed into upon capture remained, though the straitjacket, armbinder, and hood had all been removed. In their place were a pair of white latex stockings and light blue heels. White latex opera gloves had been placed onto Samus’s arms and a light blue corset laced up around waist. Short and puffy dark blue sleeves had been added to Samus’s latex Zero Suit. A dark blue latex skirt and white latex apron were around Samus’s waist, and along with the blue and white frilled headband on her head, Samus now looked like a proper latex maid.

Of course, the client who had requested a latex maid Samus doll hadn’t just wanted her to look like a kinky maid, they also wanted her to be a total masochist who loved being bound.

Hypnosis had instilled the desire to be bound in Samus’s head, and the former bounty hunter was currently in the final testing phases, which made sure that the hypnosis was in place and permanent. To that end, she had been placed in a strict hogtie, with yellow ropes wrapped around her legs and arms, binding the limbs, with a rope running from her ankles to wrists to her ponytail ensuring she was bound as tight as possible. No bondage was complete without a gag though, and a big black bit gag was secured in Samus’s mouth.

“Hello Sammy,” The Boss said as she entered the small room occupied by Samus. Each and every doll, once they were in the final phases, were given their own padded latex cell. “I trust you're enjoying yourself.”

“N nm! N nm!” Samus exclaimed, grinning as best she could with the gag in her mouth. “N mnfm hmnng hnnnn! N mnfm nph! N mnfm nph! N mnfm nph!”

“Well I’m glad to hear how much you love being bound,” The Boss said. “Now how much would you love being unbound?” she asked.

Immediately any and all joy on Samus’s face disappeared as she began shaking her head as best she could.

“NN! NN!” she pleaded, tears beginning to fall from her eyes.

“Good girl,” The Boss cooed. “I’ll be sure to tell your handlers to give you an extra orgasm tonight,” she said before leaving a relieved Samus to happily squirm in her bindings.

Next was Doll #594, formerly the Fairy Tail mage Cana Alberona, now a latex bimbo.

Cana wasn’t ready for shipment. Soon she would be, not quite yet.

The Boss found the bimbo in the section of the facility where staff had dubbed the salon. Often clients wished for alterations to be made to their dolls, such as a change in hair color, or the addition of a tan.

In Cana’s case her future owner wanted her to be a bimbo, and so the staff at Happy Doll Delivery Company got to work altering her appearance. 

The young woman was dressed in a long sleeved white latex blouse that hugged her curvaceous figure and had frills around the wrists and waist. From the waist down Cana’s figure was covered by a pink latex skirt which ended in a set of white frills. Brown latex stockings covered Cana’s legs, and a pair of pink heels were on her feet.

Of course, the outfit wasn’t why Cana was at the salon. No, she was at the salon because her future owner had made two specifications for the alteration of her physical appearance. The first had been to give her fuller lips and the second had been to give bimbo blonde hair. 

Everyday since her initial round of hypnosis had rendered her docile, Cana had been brought to the salon to have her hair re-dyed until its color permanently changed from brown to bimbo blonde.

Stepping in front of Cana, The Boss couldn’t help but feel a bit proud of her employees for having changed the young woman’s appearance so drastically.

“Tell me Cana, is there anything you’re looking forward to?”

“I totes can’t wait to please my owner!” Cana said excitedly with a big dumb grin on her face. In addition to hypnosis, Cana had been subjected to brain drain to lower her IQ down to what was acceptable for bimbos. The young woman was seated perfectly still in the seat she was strapped down to, a sign that the hypnosis was firmly in place.

“Good, good,” The Boss said. “I’m sure your owner is excited too,” she said before turning to walk away, still having others to check on, though she did hear Cana exclaim “Yaysies!” as she walked away.

Third in line for a check up was Doll #580, a former ninja by the name of Sakura Haruno, who at the request of her future owner was being trained to be a latex “nurse”.

Sakura had been a fighter, resisting her training with all her might. Of course, this merely meant more training and more hypnosis.

Currently Sakura was being subjected to another round of hypnosis, and The Boss didn’t dare interrupt it. 

She did however peer in through the window to Sakura’s room so she could see the pink haired young woman strapped to a chair and forced to look forwards at a screen displaying a hypnotic spiral while headphones pumped her head full of hypnotic phrases. The young woman had been dressed in a pink latex unitard with a red cross in white circle on her chest, denoting her status as a nurse doll. Pink latex stockings reached up to her thighs, and pink latex gloves reached up past her elbows. A large pink ball gag was wedged in her mouth, and drool was dripping down onto her rubber covered chest as she watched the hypnotic spiral.

The Boss smiled before walking away, happy to see another fighter broken down into a good doll before she check on Doll #566.

Ahsoka Tano, formerly Jedi, current doll.

The Boss couldn’t help but grin at the fact that a Jedi, one who had survived Order 66, was Doll #566.

Like Samus, Ahsoka was almost done, and had been taken to her own private padded rubber cell.

Unlike Samus, she wasn’t left to struggle on the floor.

No, Ahsoka was suspended a few feet up off the ground, sealed inside a transparent latex vacbed that left only her head uncovered.

Every inch of the former Padawans body was covered in shiny gray latex, specifically meant to invoke Carbonite, as requested by her future owner.

The suit she was wearing was a spin-off of the more popular Happysack that didn’t bind its wearer's body. Like the original, a big grin was forced onto the wearer's face, whether they wanted to smile or not.

Now, of course, the smile on Ahsoka’s face was genuine. Near constant hypnosis, combined with her limited breathing thanks to her suit only having two small breathing slits, had removed any and all thoughts from her mind unrelated to being a happy doll.

As much as The Boss wanted to go in and tease Ahsoka some, a glance at the time told her she needed to go now to see Doll #377 if she wanted to keep her schedule.

Doll #377 was a bit of an oddity. All of the other dolls in the 300 and 400 designations had been sent to their owners, but Ann Takamaki was different.

While they usually produced pleasure dolls, if the price was right, Happy Doll Delivery Company was happy to do something different. In the case of Ann Takamaki, her future owner didn’t want her as a pleasure doll, but rather a living decoration to be used by others.

To that end, Ann had been placed inside a red leather body bag that kept her arms pinned to her side and her legs together. There were black leather straps around ankles, knees, thighs, elbows, and shoulders that added to the tightness of her bondage. A thick red leather hood encased her head, modeled after the mask that different versions of Ann Takami had worn as a Phantom Thief. The thickness of the leather rendered Ann deaf, blind, and completely silent.

In lieu of normal hypnosis, Ann had been thrown immediately into a padded latex isolation room, where earbuds built into the hood played hypnotic audio 24/7.

Said hypnotic audio had made it so that even the tiniest touch drove Ann into a wild sexual bliss.

The Boss said nothing as she entered Ann’s room, seeing no point in talking to someone who couldn’t hear or respond, and without any formalities she got straight to business. 

The Boss pulled down the crotch zipper of her suit, exposing her wet pussy. Seeing all the rubber dolls had made her very horny, but she wouldn’t dare go into a meeting with potential investors horny. Her solution to this problem was to use Ann as a living sex toy, grinding against the young woman’s leather cocoon. 

The second Ann felt The Boss’s body against hers she had gone wild, squirming in her cocoon and attempting to hump whoever was on top of her.

The Boss had grinded Ann back, humping fast and eagerly for what felt like an eternity before she finally came.

After that, she zipped up her suit and walked out, leaving Ann alone in her room once again. 

The final doll was #552, the escape artist Lady Obsidian who had been unable to escape from the Happy Doll Delivery Company.

Unlike the other dolls, The Boss didn’t go to a room looking for her.

Instead Lady Obsidian was waiting for her in her office, clad in a black latex catsuit that had a black latex skirt and white apron, black heels, and white frills around her wrists and neck.

A black latex hood completely covered Lady Obsidian’s face, rendering her blind, a fact that The Boss took advantage of to change into her gray, normal, pantsuit before walking over to Lady Obsidian. Though her job mostly consisted of paperwork and inspections, The Boss was not afraid of manual labor. 

In this case, the manual labor was the fairly simple task of getting the broken and brainwashed Lady Obsidian tucked inside of the same suitcase she had been placed in for delivery to the facility.

The Boss knew from experience that bringing a physical example of the product did wonders at investor meetings.

Once Lady Obsidian was nice and secure The Boss locked the suitcase and began wheeling it out of her office.

Ultimately it wouldn’t matter if the potential investors didn’t end up investing, as there would still be more dolls coming in for processing, and the Boss couldn’t wait to subject more women to tight latex bondage and hypnosis.

Chapter 8: Doll #625 - Peri

Peri now, beyond a shadow of doubt, believed in Hell.

It wasn’t that she didn’t believe it before, but now any doubt in her mind was long gone, as she was in what she could only describe as Hell.

The sequence of events that had led to this was simple. Corrin had learned of several local women disappearing from the village they were stopped in, and sent out a search party. Peri had found an odd cavern, entered it, and been confronted with her worst nightmare.

Mummies.

Now, seeing mummies was bad enough for the childish killer, but what had happened turned her situation from a nightmare to Hell. She had been stripped and, despite her loud protests, turned into a mummy herself. Tight linen strips ensnared her body, forcing her arms across her chest and her legs together. Her head had been fully wrapped, with just a small tuft of blue hair sticking out to hint at her identity. Finally, before she’d been placed into a sarcophagus, she’d had a golden face mask placed onto her face. It was perfectly modeled after her likeness, and the smiling expression upon it betrayed the pure fear and panic that Peri felt. 

Peri had no idea how much time had passed since then. What she did know was that the linen encasing her body was soaked in her sweat from constant struggling, which only added to her discomfort and distress, as did the mask, which only had two tiny slits for her to breath through, which limited how much air she could get. She had spent so long screaming into her gag for help that her throat had begun to ache. Unbeknownst to her, her calls for help failed to even penetrate the sarcophagus she’d been placed in, let alone the now sealed chamber it was located in.

Slowly but surely it was dawning upon Peri that this could very well be the end. Her entire life could have been leading up to this moment. She’d never walk free again, never ride her horse, and never enjoy the simple pleasure of stabbing an enemy to death ever again. A soft whimper escaped from her as these thoughts ran through her head. She tried to push them away, but she just couldn’t. A sense of doom and gloom washed over her, making her cease her struggles and just stand in her sarcophagus, whimpering into her gag as the bandages became even wetter from her tears.

But then Peri heard something. As her sobs began to cease she thought for a moment that she was hearing things, that her mind had deteriorated even further in her isolation. She had no idea how long she’d been sealed in the sarcophagus for, leaving her unsure if enough time had passed or not for her to go even crazier. As the sound persisted though Peri recognized it. It was the sound of the sarcophagus lid being moved. The first and only other time she had heard it was when she was sealed inside, and hope began to swell up inside of her. This had to be it. Corrin or Xander or someone must have figured out where she was and come to rescue her! That had to be it, for the only other possibility was one Peri was wholly unwilling to entertain. Sure enough, when the noise ceased Peri felt mummified form being plucked from the sarcophagus and laid down. The blue-haired young woman was squirming with excitement. Her nightmare was almost over. In a matter of minutes she’d be free from these wrappings and would never have to see another mummy ever again.

The sound of Peri’s pounding heart filled her ears as she felt the golden mask being lifted off of her face, followed by someone fidgeting with the bandages. Slowly the linen strips engulfing her head began to come undone. Oddly enough her hair was freed first, and then her mouth.

“THANK YOU!” Peri shouted, unable to contain herself. “THANK YOU SO MUCH!” As the bandages around her eyes were undone and her head fully freed, Peri expected to see the faces of her comrades. 

What Peri saw was not the faces of her comrades. 

In fact, what Peri saw didn’t even have a face, for its head was enveloped in a smooth and shiny black material. In fact, looking more at the figure, Peri saw that its entire body was covered by the material, leaving her unable to tell the gender of the figure. 

“Who… who are you?” Peri asked, her voice dripping with concern. The fact that the figure had unwrapped her head provided her with hope, but at the same time the fact she didn’t recognize the figure instilled her with a sense of fear. 

“Subject's identity confirmed,” the figure’s voice didn’t provide any clues as to their identity, with it being distorted. “Retrieval beginning,” as it spoke, it produced a shiny black sphere. “Please open wide.”

“Why?” Peri asked. It was a mistake. With her mouth open, the figure shoved the sphere into place. The sphere fit almost perfectly and Peri was confused as to what the purpose of it was.

Until she bit down, that was.

It wasn’t even intentional on her part to bite down. She had already been about to close her mouth when the sphere had been shoved between her teeth, and she didn’t have enough time to change her course of action. The second her teeth put pressure upon the sphere, it burst like a balloon. A shiny black liquid erupted from it and swiftly began to spread. In mere seconds it enveloped the lower half of Peri’s face, silencing her before she had a chance to react verbally. It then moved upwards, covering the upper-half of her face and leaving two tiny slits for her to breathe through. Covering her face wasn’t the end though. The liquid continued to spread, moving into her hair and enveloping her pigtails, just like the linen strips had just a moment ago. 

Robbed of her sight, Peri couldn’t tell that the liquid wasn’t just enveloping her head. It moved downwards, forming a sleek and shiny cocoon over her mummified form. She had a vague awareness of the increased tightness around her body, but she wasn’t focused on that. Right now, Peri was panicking. She was thrashing around, trying to break free of her new cocoon without any luck whatsoever with strength she hadn’t thought she had moments ago, screaming with an intensity she thought wasn’t possible. 

“Binding complete,” the figure said as they stood over Peri. “Once struggling ceases, will complete retrieval,” and there was absolutely no rush. Peri stood no chance of breaking free, nor was there a tight deadline to begin her dollification. However long it took, the end result would be the same, which was Peri’s freedom becoming a distant memory.

Chapter 9: Doll #228 - Domino

Impel Down was in chaos.

Never before in the history of the prison had such a massive humiliation been inflicted. Monkey D. Luffy and Marshall D. Teach had both led separate prison breaks, resulting in hundreds of inmates escaping not just from their cells but from the prison as well. In her time at Impel Down not once had Domino seen even a tenth of this level of chaos. Every member of the prison staff who wasn’t dead or too injured to stand was taking part in the efforts to try and re-capture the escapees who’d not yet escaped from the prison itself. Domino, despite her rank, had been forced to run around the prison just like the rank-and-file. She wasn’t actually sure how long she’d been at it for, but her legs were aching as she leaned against a stone wall.

“Five minutes,” the blonde told herself. Surely a five minute rest wouldn’t hurt her, would it? Warden Magellan was busy trying to deal with the remnants of the Level 6 prisoners while Domino was on Level 2. She didn’t know where Hannyabal was, but she couldn’t imagine she’d run into him here. 

Despite her intention to rest, Domino didn’t let her guard down. She was tired, but she wasn’t a fool. To let your guard down at Impel Down was suicidal, especially in the midst of a jail break. Sure enough, the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps caught her attention, and as she lifted her gaze she saw a prisoner running in her direction. Whether or not the prisoner had seen her or not didn’t matter as Domino prepared to intercept them, taking a step forwards, her focus squarely on the approaching prisoner. Her focus was so intensely on the approaching prisoner that Domino failed to notice a black spot appear on the floor before her. It was small at first, about the size of her foot, and it was understandable to miss it at that size. It did not stay that size though. Rapidly it increased in size, growing so large so quickly that even if Domino had noticed it she’d have no way of avoiding it. 

Domino only became aware of the hole once she stepped forwards and found that, rather than coming down onto the stone floor, her foot continued to sink downwards. Her eyes widened behind her shades as she looked down and saw her foot sinking into the black spot, but it was far too late to do anything about it. It expanded until it completely consumed the ground she stood on, and once it did that, she began to fall. The slow sink her foot had been doing gave way to a rapid drop, with Domino disappearing in the blink of an eye.

For a few seconds there was nothing but blackness surrounding Domino on all sides. She found herself unable to move, and the thought crossed her mind that this may be the result of a Devil Fruit, or more alarmingly, that this may be the end for her. When vision did return to Domino, it was not a place she’d consider familiar. The floor and almost the walls were a sterile white, with the only exception being what seemed to be a glass wall. On the opposite side of it was a woman, with dark blue eyes, glasses, and brown hair tied into a bun. She was clad in a grey latex catsuit, a black corset, thigh high black boots, and black elbow length gloves. The woman’s outfit reminded Domino of Sadi, but there was an air of cold professionalism around her.

“The adjustable portals work, good,” the woman said, her arms clasped behind her back. “Now if only they were cheap enough to replace the regular ones.”

“Who are you?” Domino asked angrily. She didn’t know what the woman was talking about, nor did she care. She just wanted out of here.

“As far as you are concerned, your new boss,” the woman said, not a hint of emotion on her face as suddenly panels slid open on the walls, floor, and ceiling of the room Domino found herself in. Metallic hands emerged, and before Domino could even try and move away from them, they were upon her, forcibly removing her clothing, yet not ripping them. In less than a minute Domino was left naked. An angry expression flashed across her face. She was the Vice-Head Jailer of Impel Down. She was a figure of authority to be feared by scum, and yet she’d been abducted and stripped naked. Thoughts of revenge filled her mind, but ultimately she accomplished nothing. She managed to take a single step forwards before a fresh set of metallic arms emerged, these ones with nozzles at the ends.

“What now?” Domino hissed, and those would be the last words she ever spoke. The nozzles got so close they were practically touching her skin before they began to spray out a cool black liquid that immediately stuck to her skin. Domino tried to move away, but the nozzles followed. Trying to block them didn’t work either, and while she was distracted dealing with the nozzles another set of metallic arms emerged from the ceiling, these ones holding electric shavers that promptly went to work, sheering Domino’s blonde locks off so quickly that it was only when she saw them fall before her eyes that she noticed what had happened. All the while the nozzles continued their assault, covering every inch of Domino’s body in the shiny black material until not a single inch of flesh remained exposed. Now deaf and blind, all Domino could do was stagger around, blindly groping at her own body as the liquid settled into place, becoming a permanent second skin.

All the while, the woman on the other side of the glass just smiled. She’d needed a good right hand but none of the internal candidates had satisfied her. Domino, on the other hand, had caught her eye in many ways, and from this point forward she’d be practically glued to the side of her new boss.

Chapter 10: Doll #(EXPUNGED) - Madeline

If there was one thing Madeline could be certain of, it was that she would never let her parents forget what they had done to her. She would make sure to remind them at each and every opportunity of what they had done. 

What had they done you ask?

Well if you asked Madeline she’d say that they had thrown her trust in her face, betraying her and tossing her aside as though she was a disgrace.

If you asked quite literally anyone else, they’d say that Madeline’s parents had had enough of their ungrateful brat daughter and decided desperate times called for desperate measures. Measures so desperate that they hadn’t fully realized what they were signing. As far as they knew they’d signed Madeline up for an all-girls “academy” that was meant to quote “break brats''. Had they done more than just skimmed over the paperwork, they’d have seen they were signing Madeline up for intensive treatment with no release until it was deemed successful. Granted, they would have still signed it, in fact they’d likely have signed it with even more enthusiasm, but it just went to show how desperate they were to deal with the bratty young woman. They were honestly none the wiser to the fact that their daughter was currently bound in a skin tight latex-staitsuit, which forced her arms into a tight self-hug and her legs into a single useless limb. A leather panel covered her mouth, with straps running around her head to secure in place. The ensemble was made of some advanced material that provided her with all her bodily needs without needing to be removed, but Madeline hadn’t paid much attention to that explanation. 

Madeline wasn’t entirely certain how long she’d been here, but the attempted “treatments” had all failed miserably. Each and every time one of her attendants entered they were greeted by the same sour expression she had worn on her face when she first arrived. Unable to speak and barely able to move around her tiny room, she’d passed the time by making a mental list of everything she’d buy upon her inevitable release and, more importantly in her mind, everyone she’d sue. The family fortune would pay for the best lawyers, and once she won a nice bundle from this facility, she’d turn around and sue her parents too. Of course the finer logistics of this plan eluded her, but as far as she was concerned it was fool proof. Since the treatments (if they could even be called such) had all failed, it was clear to Madeline that she was mere days, possibly mere hours, away from being released. 

She was sure of this fact, despite having no evidence to support it, that her usual sour expression was replaced by pure smugness as her attendants made their regular entrance into her room. Initially they’d tried to keep up a friendly demanear, but the brattiness of Madeline had worn them down to the point that they no longer bothered to try and hide the annoyance merely looking at the young woman caused them. 

“Welp, you did it. You won. You’re getting out of this cell. Absolutely nothing we did worked,” one of the attendants said as they alongside a colleague grabbed hold of Madeline, hauling her to her feet.

‘Why aren’t they untying me?’ Madeline thought to herself as the two attendants began to physically drag her out of the room. Considering what had been said, she expected to be released from her latex outfit, not kept in it. She also didn’t expect to be dragged in the direction opposite to the exit (or what she assumed was the exit’s direction). As she was dragged further and further along more and more concern became apparent on her face until she was finally dragged into one of the various side rooms that lined the almost endless hallway. Inside of that room was something Madeline did not like the sight of.

By her own admission, Madeline had paid little attention in school. She was rich enough that it didn’t seem all that important. There were a handful of things she’d managed to unintentionally retain, including some tidbits about ancient Egypt. What specifically came to mind as Madeline gazed at the rubber object before her was a sarcophagus. It was opened, and Madeline could see the padded interior. 

Now, Madeline was a brat. She also wasn’t the brightest of minds. She was, however, able to put two and two together at the end of the day. Seeing as she’d been dragged out of her cell and told no treatments had worked, and then dragged into this room where a sarcophagus stood open before her, it was obvious what was about to happen. It was so obvious Madeline couldn’t deny it, and her usual facade crumbled as she looked up at her attendants. 

“Hrmrhm nrn'h. N'rr hm grrn,” She pleaded into her gag. Her words were muffled, but she hoped they were understandable. Sure her attendants had some compassion in them and wouldn’t be willing to just lock away a young woman before she had the chance to actually try and change.

(Please don’t. I’ll be good.)

Of course, the attendants were in fact perfectly willing to lock Madeline away. Not only that, they were prepared to do it without a second's hesitation. As she was dragged towards the sarcophagus it became clear that pleading wasn’t going to get her out of this, and so Madeline defaulted to what she always had used to get out of trouble.

Threats.

“NH MRR NRN'H RMH MM GR N RM GRNNG HR HRM MHMRMRNM HMRM! NR MRR RNNMRHHRNN? MRR'RR HM HRRRM MRR MHMN RRRCHMN RH MM!”

(IF YOU DON'T LET ME GO I AM GOING TO SUE EVERYONE HERE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND? YOU'LL BE SORRY YOU EVEN LOOKED AT ME!)  

Madeline’s angry threats didn’t hide the fear on her face though as she was dragged towards the sarcophagus. The padded interior didn’t look like it left much room for her. The restraints she was in were supposed to take care of her bodily functions, but would they still do that inside the sarcophagus? Madeline would have to get her answer from experience as she was roughly shoved into the sarcophagus, her back to the padding, allowing her to see outwards and see the sadistic expressions on the attendants faces. 

“Take a nice long look, because you’re not gonna see anything ever again~” as she heard those words Madeline felt tears starting to run down her face. It was a slow trickle at first, but it turned into a full on flood as the lid of the sarcophagus was slowly closed, eventually sealing shut and leaving Madeline in silence and darkness. The only things Madeline could hear were her heart pounding, her sniffles, and the whimpers escaping from her. She tried to move, but she was stuck in place, unable to move so much as an inch. It was cramped, stuffy, and uncomfortable, and unfortunately for Madeline she’d have plenty of time to get used to it.

Chapter 11: Doll Check-Ups 2

  “It seems a bit… much…” Mrs. Beaufort said, her husband nodding in agreement beside her as the Boss rubbed her temples behind them. 

“Well, you did sign the paperwork stating we were to do whatever we had to correct her behavior,” the Boss said, trying to keep a professional tone despite the fact the conversation had been going in circles for the past ten minutes. She was well aware of the fact that the Beaufort’s didn’t know what they’d actually signed their brat of a daughter up for, and she’d decided to meet them face to face in order to relish in their realization. Instead, to her annoyance, they seemed largely impartial to what had been done to their daughter. In fact they were treating the rubber sarcophagus barring Madeline’s likeness (which Madeline was permanently sealed inside of alongside life support equipment) more like a piece of artwork than the final resting place of their still-living daughter. So far the sarcophagus had been moved twice as the Beaufort’s tried to figure out where it looked best in their luxurious home. 

With each passing minute it was becoming increasingly clear to the Boss that she wouldn’t be getting the reaction she desired, and that sticking around was a waste of her time. She supposed she did have important information on the maintenance of the sarcophagus to share with the Beauforts, but there was no reason it couldn’t be sent out as express mail. Besides, she really didn’t care what happened to Madeline, somehow even less than she usually cared about the dolls.

 Thus, with the attention of the Beauforts still squarely focused on trying to figure out where best their daughter's sarcophagus would look, the Boss silently made her way out of the home and towards her limousine waiting outside.

“Drive,” was the simple instruction she gave, and right away the engine hummed to life as the vehicle began moving forwards, away from the Beauforts residence, as the Boss idly wondered how long it might take for them to notice her absence, or if they would even care. It was just a passing thought though, and she didn’t really care, with her attention moving towards two of the other occupants of the limo, both dolls, but in very different states.

The first one, Doll #228, formerly known as Domino, hadn’t been “recruited” solely for pleasure purposes. Instead, her skills as Vice Head Jailer of Impel Down made her an ideal dominant for the breaking in of new dolls, and because she herself was a doll, it meant one less person on the payroll. To reflect her position, beyond the black latex that covered her skin, she was clad in a latex version of her Impel Down uniform. Seated on her lap was Doll #625, formerly known as Peri. The latex covering her was black, though the latex covering her hair had been painted to match the blue and pink color of her hair. She was bound, with an armbinder forcing her arms behind her back and straps around her legs trapping her in a kneeling position. She mewled pathetically as Domino ran her hands over her body, groping the helpless woman as the Boss merely sat back and watched the show, enjoying the sight before her and forgetting all about the misery she’d just endured.