Kairi came too with a shudder. She wasn't sure she had been asleep as such, or even if that was possible, but she had certainly zoned out for a few minutes. 

The past few days had been intense to say the least. She had been delivered in a box to what seemed to be a large country house. She wasn't sure, as an immobile doll from the neck down she had only seen where she had been left. The house seemed to be hosting some sort of get together. Male only and she had been the only female diversion. So her holes had been used well and often in manners and positions she had never even dreamed of. 

Things had taken a turn for the worse about three days in. She had been left draped over a coffee table while her custodian was watching a movie with a glass of scotch. It struck Kairi that so much had she been accepted as a mere sex toy that people acted and talked as if she wasn't there. A sobering thought. In this case Mitch had been happy to sit naked on an old armchair watching the action movie without any feeling that he was in company. It seemed that he grew bored with the movie and began leafing through a handful of papers. Something clearly struck a chord. He got up, well staggered up and walked over to her with a look of intense curiosity. She had braced herself mentally.  Even so she wasn't expecting what happened next. He grabbed her hair, hard. It hurt. But only for a second. Because then he stepped away and to Kairi's horror she saw he was holding her brown locks in his hand like a wig! Kairi flinched inside, wondering how much more of her humanity could be taken.

She didn't have to to wait long to find out. To her consternation her tormentor had vanished returning with what seemed to be a wooden childs toy. Kairi's first reaction was to shudder at the thought of a kid having been around though there was no evidence that there was. This was confirmed as Mitch ripped the wooden horse off the small wooden platform on wheels on which it had been mounted. Kairi had a sinking feeling she would soon be on her hands and knees on that platform.

In the event Kairi had been proved to be not completely wrong. Mitch flipped her onto her back on the coffee table and posed her with her arms and legs sticking up. Still locked within the doll body all Kairi could do was watch with a sort of morbid fascination as Mitch grabbed her left hand and wrist, then pulled. She felt a shuddering crack and flash of pain followed by a wave of , something else as she watched Mitch yank her hand right off the end of her arm, then toss it away. Her right hand followed in much the same way except the warm tingly feeling seemed stronger this time. Mitch next turned his attention to her left leg. With another crack he separated her leg above the knee. By the time her right leg had received the same treatment she was feeling fit to burst with sexual tension. She needed to touch herself so bad, but of course that was quite impossible at many levels.

And so it was she had spent her last few days at the house. It seemed Mitch had run out of interest or imagination. She had been mounted onto the small wooden toy's platform with 6 inch nails through the stumps of her wrists and knees, head posed looking forwards. A leash had been clipped to the collar round her neck and she had been dragged around the place to wherever she had been needed. It had been a transformative experience for Kairi in more ways than one. Whenever she caught a glimpse of reflection as she was wheeled about whether it was to be used or tidied away it made her shudder. Bald, nude and almost androgynous. But she also found she was looking forward more and more to being used. To being of use. She wasn't sure if it was simply the desire some human contact, however fucked up and freaky. Maybe she was starting to enjoy being used. Sven had been right she could feel everything. And the constant arousal without release seemed to be having an effect. Or maybe she was just more kinky than she had ever dared admit to herself. She had agreed to this job after all.

And so it was she found herself loaded into the trunk of Sven's limo on the way back to his place, still nailed to her platform, jerked out of her reverie by a pothole or the like. It occurred to her that she was almost looking forward to being back. Then it dawned on her that her hands lower legs and hair weren't loaded with her....