The rhythmic sound of fabric being cut echoed through the eerie room that teemed with realistic looking dolls as I was forced to watch my peer’s clothes be forcefully ripped to shreds by this creepy pervert.
His actions appeared to be precise and every snip he made was calcuted as he removed Ichigo’s top which left her upper body cd in her training bra. Its pyful red polka dots on a sea of white stood out as it did not seem to fit the current ambiance of the room with its childish pattern.
I knew that she was the same age as me yet our choice in underwear varied so much. To be honest, I did still own a few pairs of such childish printed lingerie but I rarely wore them as I did not want to deal with the teasing that would have come from my friends if they found out I was still wearing such underwear.
Furthermore, I preferred the silk material over the typical cotton girls my age wore but I could see why many would still choose to wear typical cotton underwear. It was quite ironic given my current predicament where my panties were stripped off earlier and are now in this creepy dollmaker’s possession.
My train of thought was then broken by the sound of metal as I noticed that the dollmaker known as Masayoshi reached for the hem of Ichigo’s shorts which showed that he was not finished with whatever he was pnning to do.
Soon her shorts were cleanly cut off with a few snips of his scissors which exposed Ichigo’s red and white polka dotted panties which were a matching set with her bra.
Even in this state of undress, Ichigo still showed no signs of regaining consciousness but with her upper body now exposed, I could see that she was still breathing which meant that she was still alive and just unconscious.
Suddenly, a thought came to mind. If Ichigo’s shirt was removed from her, it meant that her sticker was removed as well which should have meant that she would have been eliminated but there was no announcement which only made the current situation more peculiar.
“Maybe, this has something to do with him being a VIP.”
Masayoshi then put down his scissors after leaving Ichigo cd in only her underwear and headed to a rge cupboard on the opposite side of the room. When he opened it, the sight of its contents was truly appalling.
The cupboard was lined with a rge number of frilly lolita dresses simir to what the dolls in the room were wearing.
Then it hit me. The life-sized dolls, the oddly unsettling feeling I got once I entered the room and the weird pseudo alive feeling I felt from the dolls.
“Those things are not dolls. They are girls like me and Ichigo! Are you pnning to do the same to us?!!” I excimed out instinctively after the conclusion came to mind.
Masayoshi who most definitely heard me let out a slight chuckle yet not breaking his calm composure as he carried on rummaging through his cupboard.
“Yes you are most certainly right. But you are slightly mistaken. Those “girls” are no longer alive. They belong to me now and will live on forever without ageing. You can think of them as mere mannequins but don’t worry, soon you and your dear friend will be joining them and we can have all the fun in the world together.”
Masayoshi expined as he apparently managed to find what he was searching for in that cupboard and slowly headed back to the stands where Ichigo and I were still hanging.
In his hands was a frilly dark red dress with bright red ce and some other articles of clothing fitting the lolita theme. He then pced the clothes he picked out next to the trolley where he had pced his tools earlier and he headed towards one of the “dolls” that was sitting on the floor.
There were about 50 dolls which meant that he had done this to at least 50 girls.
“Wait hang on, if there were girls before us this means that we were not the first group of girls to be put into this prison to py these games. Who knows how many batches of poor girls have been subjected to this cruel fate.”
I thought to myself as he picked up a “doll” that looked like she was around 19 years of age and cd in a full coordinated white lolita outfit. She looked to be the typical nerdy girl in school and was honestly above average in terms of looks yet she was in this sort of pce.
He carried the doll with utmost caution and care as if he was taking care of a newborn. He then sat down on a chair and pced the “doll” on his p.
One of his hands then reached under the long hem of the lolita dress and pulled it up which exposed the white bloomers she was wearing. Using his other hand, he reached inside her bloomers and started to grope her crotch region.
He did that for about 5 minutes and I could see a slight stain on the crotch region of her bloomers yet she had no reaction whatsoever. It was as if the “doll” was in some vegetative state where it was lingering on the boundary of being alive and dead.
After enjoying himself, he pced the doll back to its initial position and returned to the stand where Ichigo was.
“That was Mako-chan, cute isn’t she. Pying with her is always so enjoyable.”
“You sick piece of shit. How could you do such a cruel thing to that innocent girl and all the other girls in this wretched room!”
I called out in anger but it did not faze him one bit as he merely ughed. He then picked up the dreaded pair of scissors once again and this time he headed straight for the straps on her bra.
“My dolls do not wear such pathetic and crude lingerie. Such pieces of cotton have no pce on the bodies of my creations.”
He monologues before using his scissors to cleanly cut off the 2 straps that held up Ichigo’s bra. Next he headed for the hook which was the st remaining thing that held the bra to her body.
With another precise snip, the hook was cut cleanly in half and with it the red and white polka-dotted bra fell lifelessly to the ground.
Ichigo’s bare chest was now exposed but Masayoshi seemed to have no interest in her breasts as he quickly took out a measuring tape to measure her chest circumference.
“Ah yes as I expected, my trained eye is always right. This dress will fit you nicely.”
Masayoshi proceeded to pce his scissors on the estic waistband of her panties and with 2 precise snips, the cotton that once protected Ichigo’s crotch fell lifelessly to the ground to join the rest of her clothes.
At this point, Ichigo was completely naked and was somehow still unconscious. Part of me wanted her to wake up but another part of me felt that ignorance was bliss and it would be better for her to not experience this perverse hell.
Masayoshi then picked up a pair of white frilly underwear that seemed to be 50 years out of fashion and quickly slipped them through Ichigo’s legs. I had to admit they looked quite comfortable if not for the man that was putting them on. God knows where he got such articles of clothing.
Once Ichigo’s panties had been repced with a more frilly version, he picked up a pair of white bloomers and wore them over her panties. His actions were quick and crisp as if he had done this a thousand times.
I gnced over the other girls whom have became his pythings and thought about how he must have repeated this exact process of stripping them before dressing them up in such Lolita attire and how after Ichigo, I was going to be next.
Finally, he draped the poofy dark red Lolita dress over Ichigo’s body and started dressing her as if she was some sort of doll meant for his amusement.
Once he finished dressing Ichigo, he smiled and started to monologue once again.
“Ichigo-chan. You look splendid. A fine addition indeed. I shall enjoy pying with you thoroughly but first I wouldn’t want your dear friend to feel left out.”
After finishing his sentence, he headed over to my body and started to stroke my skin which made every hair on my body stand on guard.
“What smooth skin, its almost as if you were born to become a doll.”
“Shut the fuck up you creepy doll pervert. I can’t believe you did such cruel things to those girls.”
I tried my best to struggle but it was to no avail as my limbs were restrained too tightly. I then saw Masayoshi reach into his suit pocket and pull out a piece of mint green cloth.
Upon unwrapping it, I realized that it was no ordinary cloth as it was my panties that he was holding which reminded me of the fact that I was going commando underneath my thin white dress.
The mint green silk reflected the light and its delicate and intricate floral ce embroidery stood out which made me even more angry as the underwear I loved was being held by this creep.
“It seems you like the color green, I have the perfect dress for you.”
He said before heading back to his clothes drawer and rummaging through its contents before heading back with a light green and white fluffy Lolita dress.
Simir to what happened with Ichigo, he picked up the pair of metal scissors on the table and headed for the hem of the white sundress I was wearing.
While watching him do this to Ichigo, experiencing it firsthand was a completely different feeling as I could feel his perverted gaze and the glint of the scissors he held made my body shudder.
With the thin material of my dress, I could feel his touch alongside the metal of the scissors graze my skin as he pced the sharp end at the hem of my dress.
“SNIP!”
Before I knew it, he had started to cut my dress. Piece by piece, I could see white fabric dropping to the floor as more and more of my skin was exposed.
Fear was not enough to describe my feelings as I was powerless to stop this creep from ripping my clothes to shreds. I remembered that I loved wearing this white dress because of how feminine it looked and felt. Yet, now it became nothing more than strands of ripped fabric on the ground.
Within seconds, the dress no longer existed and I was cd in only my mint green ce bra.
The air felt cool on my skin, I was embarrassed, this was the first time a man has seen my most private pces. I was always taught by my mother that only the man I loved had the right to see my naked body and my first time was something memorable and special.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!”
I screamed internally as Masayoshi headed towards my bra straps. I loved my underwear and the thought of them about to be torn to shreds by this creep disgusted me and pissed me off.
With a couple of snips of the metal scissors, the straps of my bra alongside its hooks became mere pieces of fabric as they separated from my body and gathered at the floor.
I was now completely buck naked with no way to even cover myself from the perverted eyes of this sick man. I had the urge to cry and scream out but I held back my emotions to the best of my ability as I did not want this guy to see any weakness from me and if I was going to be vioted against my will, I was going to remain strong the whole way.
At this point, I had little to no hope in escaping the clutches of this guy let alone this entire fucked up prison.
Masayoshi then picked up the panties he took from me earlier and started to put them through my legs which caught me off guard.
“These underwear is quite fitting for you and for my work so it is quite a waste for you not to be able to wear them again don’t you think?”
My underwear which had a little of the warmth of his hands was slowly being raised through my legs and through their thin fabric, I could feel the touch of his fingers grazing past the skin on my legs.
It was a sick feeling that I had never experienced before and I most definitely did not want to experience it again. A man I did not know putting on my underwear for me as if I was merely meant to be his pything.
After returning my panties to their original position on my crotch, he proceeded to reach for a pair of white poofy bloomers which he was most likely going to wear over my panties simir to how lolitas dress.
As he reached for my legs again and put on the pair of bloomers over my panties, a loud arm rang out that resounded across the whole room. Along with it came an announcement.
“The game of capture the fg is now over. The girl team has successfully eliminated the required number of prisoners to clear the game and so will be escorted out to await the next game. Fumizuki Aya and Okura Natsume have been eliminated. On the other hand, Tsukishima Yuka, Himarizaki Ichigo, Tachibana Kanade and Hiragi Yuzu have successfully cleared the game. Congratutions to all the girls who managed to survive!”
Upon hearing that, the first thought that came to my mind was shock and confusion.
“Tch, just as we were about to get to the fun part. That old man sure has impeccable timing. I guess its my own fault for leisurely taking my own time to have my fun while trusting in the other imbeciles in this prison.”
As Masayoshi started to monologue, I too was extremely confused.
“Why am I and Ichigo still in the game? Does this not count as disqualification? Does it have to do with the fact that he is a VIP?”
Questions popped into my head one after another but I had no answers to any of them.
Soon after, a group of armed guards entered Masayoshi’s room and Masayoshi promptly untied both Ichigo who was still unconsious and myself from our restraints. As I was being untied, I saw a crushed piece of paper that was in the remmnants of my dress pocket and remembered the note I received earlier. Not wanting to attract attention, I quickly stuffed the note inside my panties inside the bloomers Masayoshi wore on me.
The guards then took over and “escorted” us out of the room and through the corridor which we used earlier to enter the arena.
Walking back into the prison, I could see the lifeless bodies of 4 prisoners which included the 2 that Kanade killed off earlier. The sight of dead bodies sent chills down my spine but the amount of adrenaline that was in my brain from the series of events up till now kept me from fainting.
Soon after when we reached back to the initial corridor, I saw Kanade and Yuka waiting there for us. Kanade still had her unfazed expression while Yuka ran towards us in tears.
“YUZU-SAN!!! I’M SO GLAD THE 2 OF YOU ARE ALRIGHT!!”
“Yes, the feeling is mutual. I’m so relieved that you made it out as well. It must have not been easy.”
Before Yuka could reply, the guards took out a suspicious looking canister and sprayed some chemical at all our faces.
It must be some sort of anesthesia as I could feel my muscles going numb and giving way. My consciousness soon followed and I bcked out.
When I awoken, I had no idea how much time had passed and as I scanned my surroundings, I realized that I had been transported to some sort of room.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ROOM!” was the only thought I could think of upon taking in the contents of the room.
