Dollhouse
Copyright© 2025 by Doll_House
Chapter 1
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Grace finds herself held captive in a dollhouse and commanded to fuck at the pleasure of her enormous captor.
Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant Slavery Heterosexual Fiction Horror Mystery Paranormal Magic Exhibitionism Masturbation Hairy Leg Fetish Size
Grace marveled at the shoddy makeshift tablecloth. She looked at the “table”. She saw the massive staples where tiny nails would usually be, nearly splitting the wood they drove into. And a scrap of plaid red and white cloth draped unceremoniously over it, not even big enough to drape over the table. Grace had been shrunk and she couldn’t take her eyes off of the shitty dollhouse furniture.
The furniture wasn’t the giveaway. That had been the half of the house missing, herself placed in the bedroom of a house sliced vertically like some science diagram of americana. She walked to the edge, finding herself on the second story of a half-house on what appeared to be a grimy table in a dark attic. The rusty sun above her, a filthy flickering lightbulb. She had always had bad vertigo and the scale of her predicament left her stumbling backwards into the object of her fascination - a poorly crafted scale miniature of a dining room table. She was transfixed by the stitching of the table cloth, practically made of rope at her size. Her fugue was broken by a thud like a loud car crash into the hazy distance of dust motes and stacked boxes.
A giant the size of a skyscraper shook the ground beneath her as he bounded over. First he squinted, barely able to conceal his excitement. When he spotted her it was the pure glee of a child holding a puppy they love. Practically moved to tears he stumbled over and fell prostrate before her, a head the size of a bungalow staring levelly at her from her second story room.
“You’re awake!” he croaked through tears before wiping them away with the arm that wasn’t holding a 7-11 bag.
He set his snacks down and took a quick sip from his slurpy before straightening up and really taking her in - a rare specimen. An unexpected success. A scientific marvel.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. Ha! Look at me. You’re barely awake and I’m - heh - I’m just ... Oggling you. No, we’ll get to that! Ha!”
He looked behind him over either shoulder before spotting a dusty stool and dragging it over. Now he towered over her, his open legs cliffs that rose to his trunk. His face was like a moon in an eclipse above her.
“My name is Brandon. And I just ... I can’t fucking believe this worked. I ... are the others awake?” The ground shuddered as he slid backwards and swept the moon of his head back and forth, scanning the floor beneath her and the rooms adjacent to her.
Brandon gave an, “Oh well” shrug and went back to blocking the sun and Grace lost her shit.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! WHAT HAPPENED TO ME?! I - I- I-” Grace’s throat closed her lungs refusing the air she desperately needed as she panicked completely.
“Miss, miss. Hey - uh. Hey look. Take a second. This is real, you’re not dreaming. This is permanent and irreversible. No one knows you’re here but me and soon two others, both fun size, like you.”
He skidded the chair back across the floor and the bouncing of the Earth underneath her did not aid in calming her panicking brain as she began to feel as through she might vomit.
“I’m not saying that to be cruel, I’m not. I just know when I have panic attacks - I think you’re having a panic attack - it helps me to just ... State things plainly.”
The moon swung towards her and her eyes were globes of water on either side, wet and sliding.
“That’s what is happening. And I have a feeling you’re not going to like what comes next. It can be fun. I think we can make it fun ... together. You just have to be willing to do some things for me.”
Brandon got more expressive as he spoke, and the odd light gave him an appearance of a maudlin cartoon.
“And you can even, you know, you can do what feels good for you. You know? Like. It’s.” He was barely able to contain a horrific grin and his lips and chin quivered to contain the joy.
“You’re going to fuck for me. You’re going to touch yourself. You’re going to touch others. You’re going to cum for me.”
His face became an effigy of earnestness, tears welling in his eyes. “And I will make sure you are happy and fed and entertained and ... You will live like ... Like royalty. If you listen.”
He looked down sheepishly for a moment before gaining his exhausted courage back. “Does ... is ... is that something we can ... Do?”
Grace had been in her second year of an M.S. in Accounting and more excited than anything to finally be on to the good part of life. That’s what she had always told herself, “You just need to get through this list and you’ll be to the good part of life.” And she steadily ticked things off the list. Her GPA. Her extracurriculars. Finding the right school. Getting the bachelors and now finally - with a job pending completion of her masters ... in just a few short months she’d be on the other side. The good side of life.
She had always supplemented her limited school budget, one that was mostly paid for by her devoted parents and grandparents chipping in for tuition, room and board, books and things - but left very little over for eating out or enjoying the very limited breaks she had with friends. So she would look through online marketplaces nearby, personal ads of sorts on reddit and facebook marketplace. She’d do dog walking, help old people move around furniture or put together an ikea table. She hadn’t told anyone but she even posed once for an art study group. She was a nude reference for about 8 men and a few women. Grace had always been studious and focused but being watched. Studied. Resisting the urge to squeeze her thighs together to release some of the pressure. Wondering if her wetness might run down her leg at any moment.
So, she had done some odd jobs and some odder jobs and the one she spotted that day appeared to be one of the oddest variety. A RandoBrando Corp. was seeking test subjects and paying $500 in advance for hair, nail, urine and blood samples that she submitted through a local drug testing company that this RandoBrando place contracted through. They would be in touch if she met the criteria for the actual test they were conducting. No further information was given about the test or what might be further expected of them. And she was grateful for the $500 all the same. This would put her that much closer to the dream vacation - once she was to the good part of life.
Until she got a packet in the mail on glossy, good quality paper. It advised she was selected for further participation along with a bonus $1,000.
Included instructions stated that in order to participate, she would need to make herself available for up to a week with any children or pets encouraged to be left in the care of others. The nature of the request seemed strange to her - why would any lab take particular care to children and pets? But she just so happened to be on the other side of Fall exams. With over a month to spare until school started back up for the final stretch. This would help her buy presents for the family while also setting aside a nice chunk for the fund for a much needed vacation.