Sarah wandered through the empty mall, the emergency lights casting everything in a strange glow. Outside thunder boomed. At a staggering 6’9”, it was hard for her to not stand out, so she’d taken a job as an overnight security guard at the mall, a place where she could hide and not be a spectacle. It was by no means her dream job, but she’d acclimated quickly and gotten over jumping at every shadow or noise, but even after almost a year, she found the power outage gave the usually calm mall an eerie atmosphere.

The emergency lights were bright enough that she didn’t need it, but still she reached for her flashlight. The bright beam cast spooky shadows as she aimed it through the gates barricading the various stores.

Sarah paused in front of the doll store, sure she’d heard a noise from inside. She scanned through the bars, craning her head to listen over the dull patter of heavy rain on the roof.

“That’s not good.” She spotted that the gate was unlocked. It was not unheard of for shopkeepers to forget to lock up the gates for the night, and normally she’d just lock it and keep whoever had made a mistake from getting in trouble in the morning, but tonight, she felt compelled to investigate. The emergency battery kept the power to the mall’s security system, but not the individual stores’, so she opened it without fear of triggering an alarm.

The heavy metal gate creaked as it ascended up into the ceiling, and Sarah ducked under the last few inches, leading with her flashlight.

Another faint noise came from the back; it sounded like something shifting. The towering security guard shuddered as her light illuminated dozens of frozen dolls faces staring at her from behind glossy plastic display boxes.

“This had better be just a rat,” she muttered to herself as she pushed open the office door.

“Mmmmph!”

Sarah’s eyes widened as her flashlight lit up a large display box. The packaging looked pretty similar to all the ones out on the floor, but it was much larger, and the figure inside was no doll.

She almost didn’t recognize her at first, dressed in a Victorian era dress, but it was the manager of the store, Tammy. The woman was fastened to the back of the box by her wrists, waist, neck and ankles, as if she were a doll herself, and another what looked like a zip tie was pulled between her lips, holding in a wad of cloth.

“Hhhmmph mmmph!” she cried again, breaking the stunned security guard out of her shocked stupor.

“What happened?” she asked as she rushed forward to the box, forgetting that in her current state Tammy couldn’t answer her.

“Mmmm mnnph!” Tammy screamed, her muffled cries of distress getting more urgent. Sarah caught her eyes while she was trying to find an easy point of access, and a chill ran down her spine as she realized Tammy wasn’t looking at her. She turned her head slowly, the beam of her flashlight following close behind, illuminating a small doll standing behind her. It was dressed in an elegant, frilly, Victorian style red and white dress, its blonde hair done up in a fancy weave.

Sarah was sure she hadn’t seen the doll there when she came in. Admittedly, she’d been distracted by seeing Tammy in the box, but she would have had to step over the thing.

Something was weird, but Tammy’s panicked cries demanded her attention. She started to turn her head, when she was she saw the doll move out of the corner of her eye.

“You’re a great big brute of a thing, aren’t you?”

Sarah was speechless. The words came from the doll’s mouth. Its porcelain lips moved, forming the words. The security guard fumbled at her side, feeling blindly for her taser, unable to take her eyes off the doll. Its head cocked slightly to the side, its glassy eyes staring up into her.

“Looking for this?” The doll held up the taser, its little fingers not even able to wrap all the way around the handle.

“Wha- what are you?” Sarah stammered. The taser was huge in its little arms, but one of its tiny hands was poised on the trigger.

“I preferred you when I thought you couldn’t speak. No matter, I’ll muzzle you soon enough. Though in answer to your poorly worded question, first of all, it’s ‘WHO are you’. I am Madam Duprey, though you may consider me as Mistress Duprey.”

The stunned paralysis that had come over Sarah broke. She didn’t know what the hell the tiny doll speaking in a prissy British accent was, but she did know it was tiny, and she was huge. Her long legs could cross the distance between them in three steps and with one powerful kick she could send the doll flying.

Sarah made it one step before the doll squeezed the trigger, and the twin prongs of the taser shot out, striking the security guard in the chest. The amazonian figured woman went down, hard, electricity jolting through her body until she blacked out at the feet of the doll.

* * *

“It’s about time you woke up, lazy beast.”

Sarah moaned. Her entire body ached, and as she tried to reach up and rub her eyes, she found she couldn’t.

She opened her eyes, looking around. She was lying on her side on the floor of the doll shop where she’d been tased, but while she was unconscious, she’d been stripped completely naked. She heard a ratcheting sound and looked down to see the doll tightening a zip tie that bound her ankle to her thigh. She realized that her other leg was already bound the same way, and as she tried again to move her hands, her wrists had been secured to her upper arms as well.

“What are you doing to me?” she asked, her mouth dry.

“Quiet. No more stupid questions from you.” Madam Duprey walked over to the pile of clothes she’d stripped off of the unconscious guard.

“Wait! Stop!” Sarah panicked as she saw the doll untangle her panties from her pants and pull her belt free. “I’ll do what you want!”

“I know you will,” Madam Duprey said, her tiny hands shoving the panties into Sarah’s protesting mouth with surprising strength. “Starting with learning that beasts of burden have no need to speak.” She deftly swung the buckle the belt around Sarah’s head and caught it on the other side. She pulled the leather between Sarah’s teeth and buckled it, trapping the panties inside.

“Hnnnff!”

“Much better,” Madam Duprey said, patting her bulging cheek.

Sarah cringed as the cold, smooth fingers caressed her skin. Those hands must have been all over her body while she was unconscious, stripping her, binding her.

“On your feet,” the doll ordered.

“Mmmph!” Sarah kicked her bound legs back and forth, trying to point out that standing was impossible in her current state.

“You stupid creature, you don’t walk on your hind legs like a person. Now get up.”

Again the helpless security guard flailed her hobbled limbs, moaning into her gag.

“I see you’re going to need some training.” Madam Duprey walked over to a desk and opened a drawer. Sarah’s eyes widened when she pulled out a wooden ruler. “This will do,” the doll said, swinging it back and forth.

Sarah was already trying to roll over when pain exploded across her exposed thigh. Again the doll surprised her by the level of strength it possessed. “When I give you an order, you obey,” Madam Duprey said sternly, continuing to strike Sarah until she managed to roll onto her front, squashing her large breasts beneath her, and then finally the hobbled woman got her knees and elbows under her and stood. “Good beast,” Madam Duprey said, tapping her lightly on her firm ass. Sarah winced but tried to remain still, until she caught sight of the box with Tammy still in it. She’d been so preoccupied with her own plight that she’d forgotten about the doll shop’s owner, and was surprised to see Tammy still imprisoned in the box as she had found her, silently watching as Sarah was subjugated to the strange doll’s whims.

“She was not very useful to me,” Madam Duprey said, noticing her new pet’s gaze. “But a thing as big and strong as you, I can make use out of you.” She grabbed the dangling edge of the belt and used it to climb up onto Sarah’s back.

It took every ounce of self control the giantess had to not try and throw the doll off of her back. Tiny little heels dug into her shoulders and back with each step. She felt her long black hair being pulled and with a tug, her new mistress turned her head towards the door. A pitiful moan came from the trapped store manager in the box, and Sarah tried to look back, only for Madam Duprey to yank her hair again, jerking her head back towards the door.

“Walk.” Another sharp slap of the ruler against her backside punctuated the order, and Sarah began walking. She couldn’t think about the poor shopkeeper bound and displayed in a box like a doll. She had her own doll to worry about, one that had with relative ease brought her literally to her knees.

The dim fluorescent glow of the emergency lights reflected up at her from the waxed and polished floor on the mall as she trudged along, unsure of where the doll wanted her to go. Without the support of a bra, her large pendulous breasts swung uncomfortably beneath her with each step, and her knees and elbows quickly began to ache from contact with the hard ground. The taste of her worn panties assaulted her taste buds as her drool saturated the undergarment gagging her and the belt dug into the corners of her mouth, though not nearly as uncomfortably as the zip ties cinched tight around her arms and legs.

“Stop!” Madam Duprey yanked hard on Sarah’s hair, and despite the pain in her scalp she was grateful for the respite. That was, until she looked up and realized why her mistress had called her to a stop.

“What is this?” There was a tone of interest and intrigue in the doll’s voice that Sarah hadn’t heard before. It scared her, especially regarding what she was curious about.

Another tug at her hair turned her towards the shop that had garnered Madam Duprey’s interest. A swat from the ruler got her to take a few reluctant steps until her nose was pressed up against the metal gate of the store. Sarah took a good look through the metal bars and then closed her eyes, grateful that the gate was locked.

Until she heard the jingle of keys.

Her keys.

“I knew you would be useful to me.” The doll hopped off of her back and began sorting through the rings on her keychain.

She had a lot of keys. Even she didn’t know what they all went to, and she’d never had call to use most of them. But one of them would open that door, and Sarah didn’t want to be there when Mistress Duprey found it. As the doll started trying keys in the lock, Sarah started slowly backing away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The doll asked without even looking.

Sarah froze. And then she bolted. Panting through her nose, ignoring the pain in her elbows and knees, she ran as fast as she could on all fours. The click of tiny heels on tile floor followed her, but she dared not look back. Biting down on her belt and panties, she pushed herself to go faster.

The clicking got closer, coming up beside her. Sarah suddenly felt excruciating pain burst across her right nipple and she careened to the side and fell on the hard floor. She looked down, watching the doll push her breasts aside and climb out from under her.

“Clearly you need more obedience training.” Madam Duprey grabbed her nipple again, her cold, smooth fingers grabbing the sensitive nub in a vice like grip, and Sarah quickly climbed back to her elbows and knees, allowing herself to be lead by the nipple back towards the store her captor was so interested in getting into.

“Perhaps I should have the teats on these great big udders of yours pierced,” Madam Duprey said as she picked up the pilfered key ring. “It would be a great way of controlling you.”

Sarah’s mind immediately went to the piercing shop she also had the key to and she shuddered, but she didn’t try to run again when Madam Duprey released her nipple to sort through the keyring again. She stood obediently behind her until they both heard a click, and the lock came free.

“There we are,” she said, lifting the heavy metal gate with ease. “Come along, pet.”

So that’s what she was to the strange doll. Reluctantly, the pet followed her new mistress into the BDSM shop at the edge of the mall.

Sarah had never been inside before, and she largely ignored it on her rounds. The shop was for perverts, the same kinds of people that fetishized her for her abnormal size, and Sarah had no time for them or their kinks. But now she was treated to a full tour of the sex shop, the emergency lights from outside casting everything in a faint red glow from the crimson carpeting. Mannequins dressed in leather loomed above them, displaying all manner of fiendish devices.

“Yes, this will do quite nicely,” Madam Duprey said, discarding the ruler she’d been using in favor of a leather riding crop. Sarah yelped when she struck her flank, and the doll’s porcelain lips twisted upwards in a smile. “Quite nicely indeed.”

She climbed up on her mount’s back and forced her to carry her around the store, even making her balance on her knees so her mistress could grab some of the higher up items she required.

Sarah could see the collection of devious devices intended for her growing, but she saw no opportunity for escape. Just being slow to respond to her mistress’s bidding brought a swift strike from the crop to her ass, and she couldn’t fathom the wrath an actual act of defiance might bring, especially with so many more cruel implements at Mistress Duprey’s disposal. The doll had been particularly fascinated with a whip-like device with many leather strips at the end that Sarah was keen on not experiencing herself.

“Now let’s get you into your new gear,” Madam Duprey said, dismounting and sorting through the large collection of bondage gear she had amassed.

As tempted as she was to run when the doll cut through the zip ties binding her arms and legs, Sarah stayed put and even willing offered up her sore limbs again for their new restraints. It would have felt so good to stretch her aching arms and legs, but the doll’s body language made it clear that even though Sarah was at least five times her size, Madam Duprey was in control.

“There’s a good pet,” her mistress praised her as she latched tight the last belt, securing the last of the sheathes that encased her arms and legs. They hurt less than the zip ties digging into her flesh, but the hooves that capped off the restraints and completed that animalistic role her Mistress wanted her to play were far more humiliating. Sarah took a few tentative steps, the cushion that they provided on her sore elbows and knees little consolation to the degraded woman.

“Isn’t that more fitting for a big animal like you?”

Her mouth still packed with her own panties, Sarah couldn’t argue, though Madam Duprey had something for that too. She pulled Sarah’s head down and undid the tight belt between her teeth. The guard had scarcely spit out her panties when her mistress was already shoving something else in her mouth: a huge red silicone ball that seemed to lock in place behind her teeth, wedging her mouth open while filling it to the brim, and the leather strap was just as uncomfortable digging into the corners of her lips than her own belt had been.

“What do we have next? Ah yes, this is perfect.” Sarah balked when the doll held up a hood. “Bow your head, pet.” Sarah lowered her head, allowing the hood to be pulled over her head. The stifling smell of leather assaulted her nose, and it wasn’t until it was being laced up behind her head that she realized there were no holes; nothing for her eyes, not for her mouth, not for her nose.

“Mmmph! HHNNNFF!” She started panicking, thrashing her head back and forth.

“Settle down.” Her mistress’ sharp tone reached her ears, and then another stinging swat of the crop across her tits forced her to obey. She forced herself to calm down, finding she could breath, albeit barely, if she kept it under control.

“Good girl.” The crop smacked the insides of Sarah’s thighs. “Spread your legs, pet.”

Dread filled the pit of her stomach, but the helpless woman did as she was told. “One final piece.”

Sarah shrieked when she felt something pressing against her asshole. “Hold still.” Tiny porcelain fingers grabbed her labia, keeping her from trying to bolt as her back passage was violated. “I’m sorry this is so small. The bigger ones didn’t match.”

So small? Bigger ones? Match what? It wasn’t until her mistress had forced the whole plug, which was anything but small, in and Sarah felt something tickling her butt cheeks, that it dawned on her that the plug that had been forced into her was holding a tail. She’d been given a tail.

She felt Madam Duprey climb back up onto her back, and she was once again commanded to walk. She’d patrolled the mall so many times; she would have thought she knew the place blind. But crawling around on her elbows and knees, hooded and blind, being steered by her mistress, she had no idea where she was, or how long she’d been the doll’s pet and steed. Occasionally Madam Duprey would dismount and she’d hear the jangle of keys, and the doll would get into another store, but Sarah was fortunately spared any further humiliations. It was only when she didn’t hear the familiar clank of the metal gates rising after her mistress used the keys that she realized something was different. Muffled through the hood, she could hear the gentle patter of rain, and a cool, damp breeze chilled her naked flesh.

“You’ve been quite the useful pet.” Madam Duprey told her, patting her leather-covered head. “Perhaps I’ll have need of you again.”

There was no further goodbye, no explanation of what the doll was or how it had come to exist or where it would go. The door shut and Sarah stood there, afraid to move for fear that it was some sort of test, until she was found by the staff when the mall was opened in the morning. The police were called and she was freed of her bondage.

“Burglars,” Sarah told the officers when they questioned her. The security footage had been cut off when the storm knocked the power out, and Sarah was relieved to discover that the shopkeeper Tammy had told a similar story when she too had been found and freed. How were they supposed to explain that a tiny living doll had overpowered and tied them up? The two victims shared a look; one that said they would talk with the only other person that understood what they had been through, but not yet. Sarah had been put on leave from work until she had felt comfortable to return, and she was unsure if she’d ever feel totally comfortable again.

She was referred a rape kit based on how she was discovered, with the somber advice to not get her hopes up, often times any DNA evidence found didn’t lead to an arrest of the perpetrators. Sarah nodded, knowing there would be no DNA evidence found. She instead went straight home. Her body ached from the tasing and the prolonged bondage on her elbows and knees, and she wanted to scalding hot shower to wash the stink of leather of off her skin before passing out.

Perhaps after her shower she’d take a bath, she thought as she opened the door to her house. She shut the door behind her, making sure to lock it.

“About time you got back.”

Sarah froze, hearing the familiar voice. She noticed her wallet on the floor, open with her ID in the front. The police had never recovered it.

“Assume your proper position.”

Gulping, Sarah slowly turned around and got down on the floor on her elbows and knees for her mistress.