The Queen of Dolls

Snoink · 2006-05-15T06:10:18Z

The Queen of Dolls It’s full of dolls. Dolls litter the room, some on the bed, some on the windowsill; they’re everywhere. Most of them have short necks. They used to have long necks, but She would bang them together with glee before ripping them off. They were afraid of Her, but there was nothing they could do. Nothing they could do but watch. She comes in. She’s dressed as a princess, as usual. Pearls hang down her neck, and she has a sparkly pink shawl covering her shoulders. She is beautiful and the dolls blink at her. They love her, and despite all that has happened, with their short stubby necks, they can’t stand to be without her. She grabs one of them. Her fingers are brown and sticky. She’s been eating chocolate again. She looks at the doll critically before flinging her aside. Then she picks another one. It takes ten tries, but she finally finds one she likes. It’s a doll with a beautiful purple dress and sparkling eyes. She tears the dress off. Then, very carefully, she goes through, her finger going in between the doll’s plastic breasts, slipping under beneath her legs. She stares at the doll. “You like that, don’t you, you little whore?” The voice is light and soprano; more like an angel than an actual human, and this makes it even better. True, the voice does have a hint of a lisp – She is wearing braces – but otherwise, it took the doll’s breath away. She flings her aside. She is searching for another doll, and it isn’t until she picks up a small toddler does she stop. The doll’s name is Kelly. Kelly looks very much like the girl, and the girl gazes at her intently, slowly peeling off the pretty pink dress Kelly is wearing. Then she nods, setting her aside, letting her sit on a desk. “You’re looking pretty today.” The doll does not respond. “Do you want to play?” The doll says nothing to this, but the girl eyes her carefully before nodding. She searches through the dolls, flinging one so hard that its plastic head falls off. Then she stops, picking up another. His name is Ken. She brushes off his polo shirt, as if he had been playing hard in the grass, and takes him to Kelly. In a deeper voice, the girl says, “Do you want to play?” Kelly’s dress isn’t totally off. It is opened so that it can be easily pulled off though. The girl grabs Kelly, sitting her on one knee and Ken on the other. She manipulates Ken’s arms to reach for Kelly, but she is quickly frustrated. His motions aren’t fluid. She frowns and lets his plastic hand, his hard hand, pull off the rest of Kelly’s clothes. “Do you like that?” Kelly doesn’t respond. Her expression is soft, her painted eyes staring away at something… The girl is not quite sure what. She sets the girl upon her knee and looks at Ken. He is too overdressed. She fumbles with his clothes, the Velcro making a tearing sound. And then he is undressed. But not nude. The girl frowns, letting her hand go between his legs, almost reverently. He is wearing bronze plastic briefs, and they look silly to the girl. She is used to boxers. She smirks at this. He is wearing panties. They must come off. She tries to tear at them, peeling off the plastic that is firmly in place. She scratches him a bit, but nothing. He smiles faintly at her. “Be a man,” the girl says impatiently. He does nothing. She sighs and turns to Kelly. “Well, you must pretend.” She moves his arms again. It frustrates her that his fingers will not move, but she compensates for this as much as possible by moving Kelly so that every possible inch on her small body is covered. Touched. Ken moves down, first on her immature breasts, then down to her tummy. Then the middle of her legs. The girl is trembling. It’s taking too much time. Then, together, Ken and Kelly embrace. He’s twice the size of her yes, and he is wearing panties, but that doesn’t matter. Now Kelly is touching him. It is love in its purest form. The front door slams open. She immediately puts clothes on Ken, pulling the slacks up and the dirty polo shirt on. Before she could get to Kelly, her bedroom door opens. Her father comes in. He looks around. It is a mess, and in the middle is his daughter, sitting complacently. She looks to him with deep brown eyes. “Whatcha doing? “Nothing,” she responds. One of the pink ribbons in her hair flutters as she speaks. He looks around again and then back at her. “Wanna play?” She grins and nods. Before she leaves the room with him, she flings Kelly away.

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Thu Aug 24, 2006 3:50 am

Nameless_And_Shamed says... · Thu Aug 24, 2006 3:50 am

It didn't scare me. I really liked this story, it's quite unique. I think every girl can relate to this because that's what they did their dolls, haha. Good job. Keep up the amazing story writing.

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Thu Aug 24, 2006 4:22 am

Snoink says... · Thu Aug 24, 2006 4:22 am

It's not a really scary story, really. The ending just hits you pretty hard.

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Sat Sep 23, 2006 10:16 pm

Emerson says... · Sat Sep 23, 2006 10:16 pm

I liked how morbid and disturbing this was, amazing job. Things like this entertain the hell out of me. Ever since I read Lolita its a source of interest :-D

It is a mess, and in the middle is his daughter, sitting complacently.

I don't think you need a comma after mess, seeing as there is a 'and'

The only other thing I noticed is your verb tense. It has a heavy feeling of present tense, but now and then I saw -ed verbs and instead of pointing each and everyone out to you, I figured I would just tell you.

Otherwise, really good :-)

I love your voice, and the story was so enthralling for me. I'm glad it was short also, I'm kind of lazy lately!

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Mon Sep 25, 2006 12:47 am

armonia says... · Mon Sep 25, 2006 12:47 am

Great its totally strange. and written great. (unlike that sentance)

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Mon Sep 25, 2006 12:49 am

Snoink says... · Mon Sep 25, 2006 12:49 am

*stabs past tense*

Ah, one day, it will be completely pretty!

And I think I put that comma there to add the next clause, almost as an afterthought, if that makes any sense...

Glad you two liked it!

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Fri Oct 06, 2006 3:25 pm

CandyVille says... · Fri Oct 06, 2006 3:25 pm

i really like it!!!

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Fri Oct 06, 2006 4:22 pm

Snoink says... · Fri Oct 06, 2006 4:22 pm

Thanks!

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Tue Oct 10, 2006 10:59 am

lexy says... · Tue Oct 10, 2006 10:59 am

This is kinda disturbing and ... well... scary.
*shudders*
good style but.... the content was horrific!

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Thu May 03, 2007 12:59 pm

Zen says... · Thu May 03, 2007 12:59 pm

I HAVE to ask this.

Does the Girl have a thing for her Father?

But other than that, nice story. My favorite kind of fiction.

And... are you published yet?

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Thu May 03, 2007 10:03 pm

Snoink says... · Thu May 03, 2007 10:03 pm

Glad you liked it! ^_^

The girl, in my mind, is five or six years old. She may be older or younger, depending on what you perceived her to be, but that's my thought. I believe that she is so severely psychologically upset that yes, she does like the attention her father gives her because it makes him happy and anything that she can do that can make him happy makes her happy as well. I don't think that she fully appreciates sex nor do I think that she has a thing for her father, but this can be interpreted in many different ways.

Er... not published yet. Too lazy to be published, sadly, lol. But I have finished a novel and am looking for an agent.

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Fri May 04, 2007 3:52 am

luna_the_shiekah says... · Fri May 04, 2007 3:52 am

I read this story on your website and I still love it.

Love love love! <3 Fantastic job you delightful deviant you ^_~

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Fri May 04, 2007 4:06 am

Shriek says... · Fri May 04, 2007 4:06 am

Hm, I have some critiques, but I will save those for a time other than 12:03 AM (Eastern Standard Time, of course.) Just using this post as a placeholder to remind me to come back later.

But yeahh ... realll disturbing, Snoink.

i thought you were shallow, but then i fell in deep.

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Tue May 08, 2007 1:55 pm

KittieCat88 says... · Tue May 08, 2007 1:55 pm

Very well written, a little scary i must admit but wow it really got my attention.

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Sun Jun 03, 2007 10:20 am

Reyu says... · Sun Jun 03, 2007 10:20 am

Snoink wrote:
Er... not published yet. Too lazy to be published, sadly, lol. But I have finished a novel and am looking for an agent.

Novel? Since when? Email me a chapter?

Anyway, lovely story. Takes more than this to disturb my mind though

You don't need any help on this one. It is so smoothly polished that I am almost jealous of it

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Mon Jul 09, 2007 12:18 am

Squall says... · Mon Jul 09, 2007 12:18 am

I didn't get scared by this (happens when you've been desensatized by video games lol). However I thought it was quite interesting and original. The way you worded the story made it simple and engaging for me to read. Kept me interested Snoink.

Good work XD

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