Dolls in Clear Plastic Sacks

by Daniel Guy

Robert stands at the window of his converted barn, looking down the narrow tree-lined track leading to the road. He glances at gold watch strapped to his wrist. Delivery hours between one and five, they said and now it’s five exactly. His mouth is dry. He’s drunk a bottle of wine already. His cock is hard and his hands are shaking. 

A van turns into the driveway. Two men in blue overalls open the back of their van and bring a large rectangular cardboard box to his door. They lean it against the wall of his porch and one of them smiles at Robert, standing at the door.  

Hi there. Mr Williams?  Here we are. Alexis, mark three model. There’s some tape inside so you can seal the box up when you’ve finished. We collect at five o’clock tomorrow. Can you just sign here, sir?

As the sound of the van’s departure fades, Robert stares down at the box, left on the floor of his lounge. He kneels down beside it and begins to pull off the thick silver tape sealing the flaps together. He opens the box and inside is another box with a clear plastic front, and inside that is a loose clear plastic bag, and inside that is Alexis.

He tips the box gently till the box inside flops out. He opens the second box at one end and grabs the end of the plastic sack. He pulls the rubberdoll out and then pushes both boxes out of the way. 

He gently tips the rubber doll onto her back. It is still, lifeless, but beautiful. Its hair is long and dark, its face is smooth and flushed with pink and very pretty, its body is slim its breasts are exactly the sort he prefers. 

He notices a small bag has dropped out from the box. There are instructions inside and two small plastic envelopes, one containing two tablets, one red and one blue. He reads the instructions carefully…

The doll is sealed up in a long clear plastic sack, knotted at her feet. Her eyes are closed. 

He gently unties the knot and then he sits back on the floor, in awe of the sight of her. Twenty four hours alone with Alexis. His cock bulges through his jeans. He leans forward and touches her cheek gently through the protective bag. Her skin is soft and warm. He slides his hand down to her breasts. The plastic crackles gently. Her breasts feel so good under the plastic. 

He undresses at once, throwing his discarded clothes recklessly about the room. He cannot resist kneeling astride the doll, and caressing her breasts, leaning down to kiss her cheeks. He feels her warm wrapped body beneath his thighs and he feels close to orgasm. He doesn’t want to come yet, so he climbs off. He sits and stares at the doll once again. 

Her hand moves. He jumps back. The doll’s fingers waggle for a moment. Her eyes flicker open. She slowly turns her head toward him and smiles.

Hello Robert. My name is Alexis. I am here to satisfy your every desire and you have me for twenty four hours. I am your slave doll and I will do everything you tell me to do.

Her voice sounds almost human. Top of the range electronics, he thinks. He pulls the bag up till her legs and thighs are exposed. He is about to slide her out of the protective plastic bag completely, but the sight of her inside the plastic is arousing him in a way he has never experienced before. 

So while he fucks her, he leaves her upper body covered. The doll moans softly in all the right places, even when without thinking, he wraps his hands tight around her neck so her head is sealed tight in the plastic. To his amazement he realises the doll is actually breathing. The plastic expands and contracts, tight against her face when she sucks in all the air she can, and billowing out like a balloon when she breathes out. This makes him even more horny and it wasn’t long before he’s pounding her hard in a mindless frenzy, and then howling with the release of his sperm inside her. 

He collapses beside her and closes his eyes for several moments while he recovers his breath. These rare moments of elation and peace…

Ten minutes later he’s smoked a cigarette and downed two large shots of whisky, and pulled her out of the bag. 

Stand up.

It’s the way the doll is able to lift its upper body up to a sitting position without any apparent stress that consoles him. That and the faint mechanical hum, each time it moves its limbs. It’s just a robot.

Kiss me.

The doll steps forward and her arms lift up so they can rest on his shoulders.  She smiles, moves her face close till her soft rubbery lips meet his. He feels her soft wet tongue slip inside his mouth at once. The kiss lingers. He has the sudden urge to burst into tears but manages to hold back. 

Suck me off.

She pulls away, still smiling, and he hears her hum softly as her body sinks down to its knees. She sucks him better than he’s ever been sucked before.  He holds the back of her head and comes inside her mouth. He cannot believe just how good this feels. 

Ten minutes later they are lying arm in arm in his bed. He’d dozed off for a while and during this time the doll had turned itself off, since its sensors detected no movement or sound for a minute.  

When he wakes he studies the doll’s body once more. It’s skin is unblemished and taught, and you’d believe she was real, but for the faint touch and smell of rubber. He wants to fuck her again, but he’s not sure he has the energy.  Then he’s reminded of the blue pill. He goes to the box, finds the bag and breaks the seal. He swallows the blue pill and then goes to the kitchen for a glass of water. 

Come here.

Moments later Alexis walks into the kitchen.  He studies her irresistible body and her sexy ‘anything goes’ expression. He stares at her eyes. Yes, she’s a robot. There is something vacant in her eyes. She looks like she is looking at him, but there’s something missing in her gaze. He doesn’t mind a bit.  He decides that Alexis perfect in every way.  She does what she is told. She won’t be moody or incomprehensible or irrational, not like all the women he has tried to keep. He starts to feel a warm sensation spreading down through his body. His cock stiffens. He fucks her again, this time over the kitchen table. Afterwards he sits on the floor and leans against the fridge, exhausted and covered in sweat. She stands up and faces him. 

That was so sexy, master. Fuck me again. Fuck me again master.

Shall I beg you to fuck me, master?

Robert is still breathing hard and is unable to speak. His hand is on his chest and he stares up at her, wondering if he’s going to die, as his heart still pounds hard and fast and it seems like it will never slow down. She waits patiently for a response and when none comes she offers another idea. 

…or maybe it’s time to take the second pill. 

We still have… twelve hours, thirty two minutes and twelve seconds left.  

Ah, he thinks - another of those occasional erratic pauses in the middle of sentences - they’re the giveaway.  Little electronic blips which interrupt the flow. He finds the little plastic bag and takes it back to the kitchen. He stands in front of her and takes the little red pill out of the bag. He swallows it.  She watches him. He turns away to go over to the sink, to drink more water. His heart is still pounding. His cock aches but it is getting hard again. He’s very thirsty. He fills a second glass from the tap.  Within moments he feels weak, dizzy, relaxed but at the same time, very awake. Before he has turned round to face her, he hears her say - 

Are you ready?

Without thinking he nods. She continues. The tone of her voice is harder. 

Time to change roles, sucker. Your turn to be the slave.

He turns and looks at her face. The expression has changed. Now the fixed sexy grin has gone. Now she looks serious. She points down at her feet. 

On your knees, pathetic slave.

Without thinking Robert sinks to his knees. She makes him masturbate and threatens painful punishments if he dares to come. She makes him crawl around his flat. She makes him lie on his back on the bathroom floor and open his mouth. She stands astride him and pisses over his face. 

Say - ‘thank you mistress.’

- Thank you.

She makes him lick the toilet seat. She makes him piss and then drink it like a dog, from a saucer on the floor in the middle of the lounge. This games continues for hours. She makes his fetch a belt so she can lean him over a chair and lash his ass with it. Robert stops thinking. Whatever is in the red pill keeps his head empty and his cock hard. He’s drooling too but he doesn’t notice it. 

Now we play my favourite game…

She orders him to stand by the front door.  She fetches the long clear plastic bag and the roll of duck tape. She ties his wrists together so he can still access his cock, and then straps his arms tight around his body so his hands are all he can move. She straps his ankles together. She pulls the plastic sack over his body. She nudges him and he tumbles to the floor. She kneels beside him. 

Now I am going to tie the knot in the bottom of the bag so soon there won’t be any more air inside and you are going to suffocate. But if you do as I say, I will give you air.

Now say out loud - ‘I am a plastic dolly and I will obey my Mistress Alexis.’ 

- Say it over and over again.

He starts repeating the phrase like a mantra. 

She fetches the belt and straps it tight around his neck. 

Now you have to come before you run out of air. If you come I will give you air.

So he starts to come. The air is already hot around his head. His breathing quickens. He rubs hard although despite the drugs he feels vaguely anxious. But still he does what he is told. It’s very hot inside the bag. Soon the soft clear plastic sticks to his skin. Soon he shoots his spunk and the creamy spunk smudges over the inside of the bag. 

She laughs a strange robotic laugh. She releases the belt around his neck and unties the knot at the bottom of the bag. A few minutes later she reties the knot, collars him again with the belt and makes him do it all again. All the time he has to repeat the phrase

‘I am a plastic dolly and I will obey my Mistress Alexis.’ 

This happens five times and on the fifth time he passes out. She stares for a moment at the pale still body, inside the bag, now all misted up with sweat, condensation and semen. She slides him inside the box with the clear plastic front, and then effortlessly slips this box into the larger box. She reaches for the tape and seals the flaps closed. 

Ten minutes to go. She walks into his bedroom and dresses herself in his clothes. The doorbell rings and a few moments later two men in blue overalls lift the box into their van and drive away.

Daniel guy