If you haven't read any of the Ted's Dolls stories before, you should start with Ted's Dolls 1: Jane before reading this one. Knowing what happened in Ted's Dolls 2: Emily and Ted's Dolls 7: Jane and Emily are also important to this part.
“Excuse me, may I join the two of you?” Emily said.
Rhana and Earl looked at one another. Rhana said, “Sure. I guess so. But there are plenty of empty tables.”
Emily sat down. “Oh, I know. I'm not sure I should say this or not but I'm going to. You see, a month ago, I was your Princess Mylya. I was Chief Grundle and then the Succubus. Last week, I was the Gorgon. As you might suspect, I was disappointed when Ted told me last night that you guys weren't renting a doll that night.”
Earl looked at his partner and then at Emily and said, “Well, Lady Elswood's story is over. She's now a statue in a garden a long distance from the Barony of Norford where Princess Mylya remains captive.”
“I thought someone would rescue her and she would resume her quest to save the Princess.”
“So did I,” Rhana said. “But I suppose it would not make a lot of sense. Lady Elswood has turned down help many times before, before we would play with the um... prop dolls.”
“There is one source of a champion,” Emily says. “What if the Princess escaped from Baron Norford and found out her lover had not been heard from in some time? It could be months even years since Lady Elswood's disappearance.”
“I'm amazed you remember all the names so well,” Earl said. “Do you play?”
Emily laughed. “No, I've never played. But I've found these stories so riveting. If someone told me a month ago that I'd approach the people who had rented me as a doll, I'd have laughed in their face. No way would I want anyone, especially those who had been um... intimate with doll me, to know I'd been a doll.”
“And yet here you are talking to us.” Rhana said. “Did Ted give you to us on purpose?”
“Well, after experiencing the game that first week, I asked to be your doll again.”
There was a momentary silence before Rhana said, “I was kind of sad to think the story of Lady Elswood was at an end. Maybe there's something to this idea.”
“So you want us to invite... I didn't get your name.”
“Oh, goddess, I'm sorry. Hi, I'm Emily.”
“Invite Emily to game with us this Thursday?”
“If it means we can continue Lady Elswood's story in the future, sure,” Rhana said. “I enjoyed being the doll last week. I wouldn't mind being one again next week.”
“What?” Emily said. “Oh, you would be the doll? I thought you might play the Princess coming to rescue the Lady.”
“Oh, no. You are Princess Mylya. You would play the game and I would be the doll.”
“Are you sure about this?” Earl said to Rhana.
“Absolutely. Emily has enjoyed the games as a doll. Why wouldn't I?”
Earl looked at Rhana dubiously. “Okay, I'll whip up a story for next week. Be at our apartment at seven o'clock, I suppose.”
“Oh, no. Be there at six and have dinner with Earl. It's tradition. And besides, Earl will need to give you details of your character's abilities and where the story line starts.”
“Um, okay. Let's exchange phone numbers in case something comes up,” Emily said.
“Of course.”
* * *
Earl opened the door and was visibly shocked to see the cloaked figure before him. “Come in.”
She stepped in and pulled the cloak's hood from her head revealing a woman with long purple hair. The ends of her long pointed ears poked out from her tresses. She removed the brown cloak revealing a blue corseted dress with puffy white sleeves and white trim that ran across the bodice displaying amble cleavage, thanks to some extra stuffing in her bra. The skirt of the dress was long and puffed up by unseen crinoline.
“Emily, that wig is perfect.”
“Thanks.”
“You didn't have to dress up,” he said taking the cloak and hanging in on a hook nearby.
“Rhana always wears an outfit as Lady Elswood. So I managed to put this together. Besides, Halloween is in a few days and now I have a costume. Where is Rhana?”
Earl pointed to the bed where a stone-colored doll lay, awkwardly posed exactly as it had been when Rhana first saw the gorgon.
“See? She's in costume, too. Dinner smells amazing. I kind of feel like I'm intruding.”
“Don't,” Earl whispered. “She really enjoyed being a doll last time and I suspect she was so glad you introduced yourself since it gives her an excuse for becoming a doll without having to admit she likes it.”
They sat down at the table and Earl set out plates for the two of them. He got a pan from the stove and dished out the food.
“Are you a cook?”
“I want to be a chef,” Earl said. “I'm studying business here at the college but the goal is to open a restaurant in a couple years.”
Emily took a bite. “This is fabulous. I can't wait to be the first diner at your restaurant.”
“Thanks.”
“You guys only play on Thursdays?”
“No, we are both players in a normal game on Sunday nights. It's funny. In that game our characters are rivals.”
“Really?”
“Yes, we don't do everything together. Rhana hangs out at the chess club Mondays and Fridays. And I play in a poker game on Wednesdays with some guys on campus.”
“I can see why you have such a healthy relationship.”
“Thanks. So I decided we would not start with your escape. We'll start with the Princess returning to her home and finding out Lady Elswood has been missing for the last three years.”
“Three years? So the Princess was a prisoner for almost four years.”
“Yes. And while her parents are certainly glad she's safe, her two younger sisters have fulfilled the duty of being married for power. The King is unsure what to do with you as he has no contracts that need a wedding to seal the deal. There is some small scandal about whether the Princess would still be desired by would be suitors beyond those who would just like to be close to the King.”
“So the politics of the realm are very Medieval?”
“It was Rhana's idea to make the game strict to gender roles so that she could play Rhana as one breaking those molds.”
“There are strict gender roles and the Lady and the Princess are lesbians?”
“Makes perfect sense.”
Emily laughed.
Earl said. “Now the Princess was never supposed to be an adventurer so I've reimagined her as a sorceress. The baron stopped her from using her powers with a necklace that she could not remove because it would zap her if she tried to remove it. Part of her escape was her tricking one of the Baron's retainers into stealing it from her as she 'slept'”
“Clever.”
Earl started describing what a sorceress is and how they are generally played. After a few moments, they were both done eating.
As he started to clear the table, she said. “I'm curious. As you know I've never played this game but I know of it. Isn't the game usually played with more than one protagonist?”
“They're called player characters, not protagonists. And yes, when we started I suggested we put up a notice on a bulletin board and find more people to play with. But she enjoys sleeping with the GM as part of the game too much for that to be practical,” Earl said. “Speaking of which, Rhana has a video for you to watch in private.” He pointed to a side table with a laptop on it and said, “There are headphones and you can watch it there while I have the sink running as I wash the dishes. There's a single icon on the right side of the desktop labeled 'Rhana talks to Emily'. Watch it. I have not seen it.”
“You sure you don't need help with the dishes?”
“Certainly not. You're a guest,” Earl said. And he started washing the dishes and cleaning up a couple pans that had been used to make dinner.
Emily sat at the table and found the video file on the laptop. In the video, Rhana was seated at the dining table. She said, “Emily. I can't tell you how glad I am that you are going to rescue the Lady Elswood. I love playing her. I'm also in love with being a doll. Don't tell Earl I said that. But that night when I became as petrified as my character I was in heaven. Earl treated me so well. Just like we both treated you when you were a doll. I don't say this lightly. But you have my permission to be with Earl as part of the story. As part of the game, if the Princess find herself in a situation where sex will progress the story favorably, you may accept or decline Earl's advances or make your own advances with my sincere blessing. The game we play can be very steamy as you have silently witnessed this past month. I have a feeling about you. And I will never utter a single word to you in jealousy, anger, or both.
“Touch Earl outside of the game and I'll kill you.” She laughed. “Well, no actual murder will take place. But I would be sad to banish you from our home. We may not really know each other now. But I hope we will share a friendship for a long time to come. I won't be able to say it tonight before you leave, but thank you. Thank you for introducing yourself to us. Thank you for taking our silly game as seriously as we do. Thank you for all that. And thank you for rescuing me tonight, I hope. You may share as many or as few details of this video with Earl as you wish, except the part about me loving being a doll. I'll hug you later.” The video ended.
She closed the video player app and then closed the laptop. She got up and walked over to the bed. She traced a finger along the stone face of Rhana or was it Lady Elswood. “You need to tell him how much you love this. Don't be embarrassed. Never hide who you really are from your lover,” she whispered. She walked back to the table and sat where Rhana usually sat. On the table was a lone piece of paper. It looked like a fancy tax form. At the top was a field for name which contained Princess Mylya. There were words and numbers in various boxes. Some of them made sense. She had heard Rhana say things like Perception or Stealth and those words were in a section labeled skills along with over a dozen other skills.
Earl came to the table with a set of books and other stuff. He set up a folded panel of cardboard in front of his notes and books to shield them from her sight. “Let me get you some dice.”
“Oh, I bought dice,” Emily said. She pulled a pouch from the belt on her dress and opened it spilling out seven violet dice with white swirls and a gem motif.
“Cool,” Earl said. “Okay. You might need more later but that should suffice for now. Do you have any questions before we begin?”
“Probably too many. We can start. I know the game up until a fight starts just from observation.”
“I suppose that makes sense. Okay. Here we go.” He looked at a couple things behind the screen. After a moment, he said, “The Princess is in her chambers, a five room suite in the upper reaches of the north tower of Hillsbluff Palace. Moments ago, a courier had arrived with a missive for the Princess. He was directed to your quarters where one the King's four undercaptains of arms, Lieutenant Abraham, has been trying to teach you which end of a rapier is the pointy end.
“'Milady,' the courier begins, 'I bring news from the lands of Dradalin in the north.' He hands her rolled parchment and steps back. The scroll is sealed with the wax seal of Sir Wentworth, one of the men your father hired to seek out Lady Elswood's whereabouts at your insistence. It reads:
"'Your Royal Highness, your humble servant has found three men along the road to Highpointe who remember seeing the Lady Elswood several summers past riding north. One of the peasants claimed the Lady told him that she was headed to the Gnarlwood, just east of Highpointe. In Highpointe, I found a livery woman who also claims the Lady bought a horse in order to ride into those selfsame woods. She claims she warned the Lady against this action as only fools travel the Gnarlwood.
"'Rumors of many kinds of monsters roaming the Gnarlwood are legendary in Highpointe. I am planning to hire some men-at-arms and investigate.
"'Humbly Yours,
Sir Lyle Wentworth of Poltaria
“I think,” Emily said, sitting up straight with a regal bearing. “'I think I must go to Highpointe.'”
“'That would be journey at least two month, Princess,' your man-at-arms says.”
“'That only means I should have left two months ago. Who knows what else has transpired in the time it took Sir Lyle's missive to travel to me.' She summons her maidservant, 'Tatiana!'” She drops the regal bearing and says, “It's okay that I just made Tatiana up, right?”
“Yes. Your maidservant appears shortly.”
“'Tatiana, inform the chamberlain I wish to speak to my father before sunset.'”
“'Yes, Princess,' she says as she curtsies and exits your royal suite. I'm curious why you said before sunset.”
“The King is probably busy and wouldn't want his daughter barging in on some trade agreement or similar realms business.”
* * *
Over the next few hours, the Princess convinced the King to allow her to go to Highpointe along with several of her maidservants, Lieutenant Abraham, and 30 men-at-arms. The trek north was not without a few encounters where she demonstrated a penchant for not getting harmed. The group was staying at an upscale inn in the city of Highpointe, a city of merchants, not lords and vassals. A few days after their arrival, the men-at-arms were starting to find some information about the now missing Sir Wentworth but no leads on the Lady Elswood.
Earl said, “That night the Princess is dining with Abraham when she calls for a servant and the servant does not arrive. She starts to get up to find out why when Abraham stands, 'I'll go look, Milady.' As he tries to stand, his knees buckle and he slumps to the floor. 'Poison?'
“Before the Princess can do anything she loses consciousness. She wakes and finds herself seated in a chair, her arms are tied behind her. She is not in her inn suite. The room is lit by a single dim lantern.”
“I call out for Abraham,” Emily said.
“As you try to call out you voice is weak and thin. A cold chill runs down your spine. You have heard your voice muffled in this manner before: when Baron Norford held you hostage. He had a necklace that stopped you from casting spells and from speaking in anything louder than a whisper. How does the Princess feel about this?”
“Before I answer, you should go get the handcuffs and lock my arms behind me.”
“Are you sure?”
“It's what you would have done to Rhana.”
“True. I'll be right back.” Earl said as he went to retrieve the cuffs. When he returns he finds her sitting in the chair with her arms put through the slats that make up the back of the chair. He closes the cuffs around her wrists. “How's that?”
“You can make them tighter,” Emily said. “Mylya is putting on a brave face about the thought of being captured again.”
Earl tightened the handcuffs. He placed the key on the table in front of her before returning to his seat. “You are not sure how much time passes before you hear a door behind you open. 'Ah, I see you are awake,' an unfamiliar man's voice says.”
“'Who are you? What do you want?'” Emily hissed through her teeth.
“'I will not tell my name to a sorceress. But as you may have guessed, I work for Baron Norford. He sends his regards.' The man walks around the chair and stands before you. He is a handsome man, dress in tight, black leathers. He holds a knife lazily in his right hand. 'I am greetful that you left the palace. But I wonder why you have traveled so far from home.'”
“'I can pay you more than you are getting from Norford.'”
“'I'm sure you could, if your father were here. But, he isn't. And promises of gold are not worth very much.'”
“'I can pay in coin other than gold,' I say looking at his crotch. I lick my lips. Can you make a seduction roll for me?”
Earl laughed and rolled a die. “The man places the knife between your breasts and cuts upward quickly, releasing your breasts from your bodice.”
“Go ahead and pull the bodice down. Just don't actually cut it. I want to reuse this outfit.”
Earl stepped in front of Emily and released her breasts from her dress.
“'I was getting a bit hot anyway.'”
He laughed, though Emily was not sure if that was Earl or Mylya's kidnapper.
“'Drop your pants,'” Emily says in a commanding whisper. “Did I succeed with the seduction?”
“Oh, yes, you did,” Earl said dropping his own pants. He was obviously aroused.
“'All I ask rapscallion is that you spill your seed on my chest and not in my mouth. Do that and I promise not to bite,'” Emily whispered, before forming her mouth into a circle. She ran her tongue around her lips. “'Come closer. I can't reach you from here.'”
“We don't have to do this.”
“Don't ruin the mood, Earl.”
He straddled the chair she was in and placed the tip of his rod close to her mouth. She leaned forward and tried to apply suction to get him to step closer. Earl obliged and soon she was bobbing her head forward and back on him.
“'Where does a Princess learn the secrets of the greatest whores in the land?'”
She applied more suction and then resumed bobbing.
“Fu-u-u-uck!”
Emily smiled around his cock as she continued the deed.
“I'm getting close,” Earl said. “I mean, 'I need to start capturing more Princesses.'” Earl pulled out of her mouth and unleashed his load on her neck and chest. Cum dripped onto her breasts as he released the last of his load.
“I cast a charm on him.”
“How?”
“As I understand it, a man's seed is considered a magical substance. He just covered the necklace with his seed so while the necklace keeps me from reaching my magical reserves, he just gave me a source to draw my magic from.”
Earl laughed. “That's brilliant!” He turned and rolled a die. “Failed. He says, 'That was wonderful, Princess.'”
“'Thanks. How about your remove the Baron's necklace from me? It doesn't go with my outfit.'”
“'Oh, sure. I don't know why I put it on you.'”
“'And untie my hands, I'm starting to chafe.'”
“'Okay,' he says as he unties you.” Earl took the key and unlocked the handcuffs.
Emily stood up, “'Have a seat. It's your turn to be tied up and service me.'”
“'Gladly, Princess.'” Earl sat down.
Emily unziped her dress and it fell to the floor. She locked the cuffs around Earl's wrists and then stood in front of Earl and placed her private parts in his face.
Earl's tongue teased at her wet lips before parting them and teasing further inside her.
Emily moaned as Earl ate her out. When she found it hard to stand she lowered herself onto his shaft and rode him cowgirl style. After coaxing another orgasm from him, Emily said, “'And could you be a dear and lick me clean. You seem to have spilled something on my chest.'”
“'I would be honored,' he says.” Earl smiled as he cleaned his own seed from her chest.
“When he finishes, the Princess opens her amble bosom, far larger than mine, and smothers him with her breasts.”
Earl looks up at Emily, “After a moment or two of struggle he falls unconscious. Do you stop?”
“No, she finishes him off.”
“The kidnapper is dead. And you are mostly clean.”
Emily leaned down and kissed Earl before standing up. She unlocked the handcuffs.
Earl returned to his seat at the table without getting dressed. He said, “The Princess finds her way back to her inn. Abraham is relieved that you are okay. And as it's after eleven, I guess we should stop here.”
“Do we have to stop? I wanted Mylya to write in Journal.”
“You can do that out of game and just send it to me in an email if you think I should see it.”
“Okay.”
“Well, I need to go make her happy since she has suffered being a doll all this time.”
Emily whispered, “You can watch the video. There's nothing on it that you don't already suspect is true.”
“I'm sure. You might want to use the bathroom before putting your dress back on. I might have missed a few spots.”
Emily washed up and got dressed in the bathroom. When she returned to the loft area, Earl was wearing a pair of boxerbriefs.
“I suppose you had fun,” he said.
“Yes. Since I didn't rescue Lady Elswood, does that mean we'll do this again next week?” Emily said as she retrieved her cloak and put it on.
“I don't see why not. Unless Rhana was not as open to this arrangement as she thought she would be.”
“Of course. Have a good evening, Earl. You too, Rhana.”
“Good evening, Princess.”