Archive of Our Own

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It had been two days since the incident on Achlis-4. At least if James McLean Esquire the XIV’s own measure of time was correct. One moment he had been relaxing by his pool, attended to by one of his many companion dolls. Leisurely taking in the warm summer day, sipping on a martini when all of a sudden all hell was let loose. The planetary emergency sirens blared to life as a massive xeno ship suddenly appeared in the sky. 

It looked to be the size of several hive cities stacked on top of one another, with a gleaming red core, and five rotating pink.. petals? If he didn't know better it looked like a giant apple blossom. Tendrils emerged from its depths and started snaking their way down to the surface. Embedding themselves in roads and buildings. 

After a brief moment of shock he found his bearings and began to run for his private ship. And that's when things got fuzzy. He could have sworn he heard a pistol being unloaded. And then there were these creatures with horrible red glowing eyes stalking him through his compound. He was hurt? At some point things went dark. 

The next thing he knew, and what he counted as his first captive day. He remembered blinding white light and soothing calm. At first he thought he had died. But as his senses came back to him he realized he was laying on an examination table. Even though there were no straps, he still couldn't move his arms or legs. It was the freakiest feeling. He could move his head ever so slightly and that's when he noticed his right hand was completely missing. 

Where did his hand go? What happened to his hand? He could feel his heart begin to race. That was his dominant hand. How was he supposed to write? How was he supposed to tinker on his designs? He could always take one of his designs for his dolls hands. But even then, it wouldn't be perfect. There would be a delay, and even a slight delay could mess him up for years to come. And those doll hands were part of a full arm assembly. If he wanted it to work he would have to replace his whole arm. He was hyperventilating now. 

At that moment he heard a door hiss, and several large humanoid beings with too many eyes and too sharp teeth entered the room. He looked around wildly at them. Did they take his fucking hand? He was going to sue or kill them! Depending on what opportunity presented itself first. 

They were saying something in an alien language, and then he felt a prick on his shoulder. The world swam around him and faded to black. 

When he woke up the second time, what he would consider his second captive day, he was laying down in a large comfy bed. Unlike his first captive day he could use his arms and legs. And more importantly his right hand. He could feel his right hand move. Quickly lifting his arm up to his face he could indeed see that he had a hand again and it had no input lag. But it was different. Wrong. It wasn't his hand. There were obvious ball joints, the finger tips were pointed and painted to look like a galaxy. And it wasn't flesh, but some kind of polished light wood closely resembling his own pale skin tone. It was far too feminine for a man like him. 

And that's when he noticed his attire. He wasn't in his boxers like usual. Someone had put him in full lingerie. A dark maroon babydoll top and matching panties that barely contained his dick. And there was a thin collar around his neck. Whose idea of a sick joke was this? 

Well, he’d rather be naked than wear women's lingerie. He ripped the lingerie off his form and threw it as far as he could away from him. All but the collar. No matter what he did he could not remove the collar. It was odd, there weren't any seams. It was like the collar had been tattooed onto his neck and yet was still a physical object. He supposed he could figure out a way to remove it later once he escaped wherever he was. 

After gaining his bearings it looked like he was in some massive bedroom. Not too dissimilar to his own. Perhaps his captors wanted him to feel at peace in his new surroundings. Docile and weak and vulnerable. Bah, they could take it and shove it up their ugly asses. Looking around he eventually found a massive door. Better than nothing he supposed. 

It didn't take him too long to walk to the door. But by the time he got there the door began to open on its own, he didn't have time to hide as a 15 ft plant like humanoid xeno wanted into the room. It's leaves were a similar maroon to the lingerie he ripped off from earlier. Its six eyes scanning the room for what he could only assume was himself. It was now or never he quickly ducked between its legs and made a break for freedom.

Behind him the xeno merely turned around watching him run down the long dim hallway. He could hear its discordant voice echoing off the walls behind him, “Oh we’re going to start the day off like this, eh?”

McLean was surprised the xeno didn't give chase. It had to be his captor after all, so why wasn't it worried about him escaping? McLean took two more steps and suddenly his legs gave out from underneath him. He slid across the polished wood floor and came to a stop against a wall. 

The xeno merely walked over to him. Her hand was on her face with a slightly exasperated look. “I should have figured you would run again after the first time. And oh, you're naked. After all that trouble I went into finding the perfect nightgown for you. Well, we'll just have to fix that again won't we?”

He could feel its surprising warm vines wrap around his body and scoop him up. He scowled at the creature, “I don't know who you are, but you're holding James McLean Esquire the XIV, CEO of Dolls Incorporated! The most powerful man in this sector. Now, I want to talk to my attorney!”

The plant xeno let out a wicked chuckle, “Most powerful man in the sector. That's rather funny, little one. What would a little doll like you need with an attorney?”

“I am not a little doll! I am a full grown man you miserable pile of compost! And yes, I want to speak to my fucking lawyer.”

“Oh, good little dolls like you shouldn't be using such filthy language. It's unbecoming of a doll. For a first offense, that's five minutes without speaking.” The plant said as it carried him back into the room. 

Who did this plant think that it was? Terrans were the dominant species in the galaxy. It should be listening to him! Instead it was mocking him. He tried to open his mouth to let the plant truly know what was on his mind, and nothing came out. No words, not even a peep.

“Aww, Dolly is trying really hard to speak, isn't she? Well, you just have to wait until your punishment is over.” The plant entered the bedroom and began rummaging around. “I had a whole set of clothes compiled for the next week. It's just a matter of choosing the best one for today now that you're awake.”

The vines around his body prevented any kind of movement. There was no fighting, no running away in this moment. He had to grin and bear whatever was coming his way. He would escape later. He had big government contracts. He could call in some favours and have himself rescued. He could imagine a squad like The Hellcats bursting into the room, taking out his xeno captor and bringing him to safety after setting charges to blow.. wherever he was. Likely that ship from a couple of days ago. 

McLean was so lost in his fantasies he had completely forgotten about being in the plant's vines. A tap on his shoulders brought him back to reality as his arms involuntarily raised upwards. Blinking his eyes he could see that his arms were being placed in the sleeves of a maroon dress. He instantly tried to retract his arms but whatever the plant did to his fucking legs she probably did to his arms as well. He glared at her.

The plant, if it had noticed his glare didn't seem to pay it much mind. Instead it focused on its handiwork, “Now don't you just look so nice! I knew this dress would look perfect on you, my sweet little doll. Would you like to see?”

A vine gripped the hair at the back of his head and forced him to nod in agreement. He tried his best to grumble but he still wasn't able to make a sound. 

The plant picked him up once again and brought him out of his room and into what must have been the bathroom. There was a giant mirror over a tub sized sink. In the mirror he could see the horrendous outfit his captor placed him in. Unlike his companion dolls that were always wearing something strappy or sexy he looked like he came out of an ancient children's book. A big fluffy dress with a million bows and lace, with a large petticoat underneath, high socks tied with ribbon, with pretty black shoes. And to top it all off a bonnet on his head. He looked like a classical doll. At least his face and hair were still his. At least no one else but his captor had seen him so far. 

“You look so adorable, my darling Zinnia~, don't you agree?”

Once again he was forced to nod his head. That wasn't even his name! His name was Jane McLean Esquire the XIV. Wait, that wasn't right either. Janes? What was this monster doing to him?!

It was at point a voice came over what he could only guess was an intercom, “Cuties! You have a visitor!”

Crap there went his luck.