The Dangers

of

Daring Officer

Dolly

by Skytower

Chapter 2.  Ensnaring Fantasies

{Let them go.}

The command was so sudden, so curt and so chilling that Officer Merry McCormick nearly dropped her handcuffs. No one else would have heard the command. It didn't come through over the canned music that the mall played on every speaker. There were only three of them in the girls bathroom, Merry and her two cringing shoplifters. Neither of them had a Walkman that the order could have come out of. The command appeared in Merry's thoughts, in a voice and tone that was not hers.

Merry swallowed and looked at the girls. They were both scared. Friends, best friends of the type Merry never had. Cutting school on a Friday morning, shoplifting, having a grand old time until Merry had caught them.

{Let them go.}

"Alright listen." Merry said, pulling herself together as the command was repeated. With a quick move she replaced her handcuffs onto her belt. "We're going to call this one a joke."

Both girls seemed to sag with relief. Merry envied them. Not for their youth, both of them were only 14, but for the fact that they were relieved and she wasn't. Merry was in fact terrified.

"Give me the stuff." Merry said, holding out her hand. "I'll return it and we'll call it a day."

"Deal." Stacy said. She was the taller of the two with short red hair and too much makeup.

"Deal." Gwen said at almost the same time. Color started to return to her dark skin.

Merry waited patiently while the girls pulled the Victoria's Secret underwear out from under their shirts. Once she had it all she waved them out.

"Thanks." Stacy said.

"Really, really thanks." Gwen added.

Merry sighed and looked at the underwear. It was red, black and silk and it was not even their size. Merry glanced at herself in the mirror. Her uniform; blue shirt, black tie, blue pants and gun belt looked ok, they weren't a size too big for her. Sighing with relieve Merry hoped it was just going to be a message. Sometimes The Group only sent her messages. Squaring her shoulders she went out into the mall.

Mall duty was dolled out in two ways. The first way was to assign patrol duty on weekends. That was assigned to who ever incurred the desk sergeant's wrath. On the weekends the mall was a hotbed of teenagers and most of them were wannabe toughs. Rich suburban kids who tried to talk and act like the street gangs they saw in the movies. Shoplifting and fights were common. The second way was mall duty during the week, dolled out to whomever the desk sergeant felt deserved some down time or whomever he wanted to sleep with. Merry was pretty sure she fell into the second category. So for the past week Merry had been in the mall in the morning when it opened and stayed until it closed. It was hard at times, boring and frustrating as she looked at merchandize she could never afford. The Suncoast rack of anime and Star Trek dvd's and the Best Buy row of HD plasma TVs' were mouth watering to someone on her budget. But she was used to that. And her work had been harder of late. Ever since that night, almost five months ago when Merry had been enslaved by The Group.

That was a silly thought and Merry tried to dismiss it. It was not only silly it was overly dramatic. But it was true. Since then the fear of what they could do to her body had ruled her life.

The Hawk Hill Mall was standard of most the malls in America. It was two stories high, had an underground parking garage and there were as many empty stores as there were full ones. Victoria's Secret was located on the second floor between All Things Wicker and Ultima Comics. As she walked into Victoria's Secret Merry saw Deborah and Delilah Pennytorch in Ultima Comics. Pushing past her fear Merry tried to appear calm.

"You really should get a better theft protection system." Merry said putting the stolen underwear on the counter. The manager of the store picked it up. Suzie Wilcox was a burnt out Queens salesgirl pushing forty. She stood five feet tall, had blonde hair with streaks of purple in it and was as thin as a rail. She was probably the worst manager in the mall.

"Hey, they steal em now, they get used to wearing em." She said. She held up a flimsy gold bra. "You should try this."

"Not while I have self respect." Merry said and left.

"Would you really have taken those poor girls out of here in handcuffs?" Deborah asked.

"Cutting school is one thing, stealing is another." Merry said.

"I wonder if your ideal match is Dudley Do-right?" Delilah mused.

Merry held her tongue. The twins had waved her into All Things Wicker as she was leaving Victoria's Secret. Deborah was sitting in an immense wicker chair with a cone shaped covering on top of it. A pair of blue short-shorts revealed her long legs. She curled up in the chair and skimmed through a comic book. She wore a black T-shirt with a Superman symbol on it. Bright red painted toenails poked through her sandals. Delilah stood next to the basket/chair, wearing the same outfit except for her T-shirt that was red and had a Flash symbol. Both girls were slender but the T-shirts were tight enough to outline the nipples on their breasts. Their faces were slim, matching their bodies, but like their bodies holding more than would be guessed at first glance. Aristocratic eyebrows stood over intense blue eyes and small noses stood over slim lips. Both had the same long brown hair and fair skin.

"You do realize that most of the stuff in Victoria's Secret is overpriced?" Deborah asked.

"Today it's underwear, tomorrow it's jewelry." Merry said. "Taking them out in cuffs would have shown them the cost of what they were doing. The real cost. They're too young to be thinking of dirty underwear anyway."

"You really think playing nazi would help them?" Deborah asked.

"They were doing something wrong." Merry insisted.

"By your standards." Delilah said and her voice took on a hard edge. "But our standards supersede your standards Officer Dolly."

"I..." Merry stopped herself, or rather the fear of getting either of them mad stopped her.

"We decide what is right and wrong." Deborah said, her hard tone matching her sisters.

"I know." Merry said. "I'm sorry."

There was a part of her that wondered if she really needed to add the apology. But there was also a part of Merry that wanted to give it. But that dichotomy had been part of her ever since that night. Fear contested with self respect and neither really won.

"You know I think putting a fancy underwear store next to a comic book store is sadistic." Delilah said in a light tone of voice. "All those poor geeks."

"Oh come on Del," her sister chided, "we both love teasing them every week."

"You two collect comic books?" Merry asked.

"Professional interest." Delilah said.

"After all we do plan on being supervillains someday, and comic books are the only text book for the aspiring supervillain."

They both laughed but Merry did not join in. As far as she was concerned they were both already supervillains.

"We still need costumes, a name and a plot." Deborah said.

"We have a plot, we just need the costumes and the names." Delilah said.

"We'll I'd never wear anything like this." Deborah said holding up a Vampirella comic book. On the cover a large breasted black haired woman wore a very thin red string ribbon.

"Neither of us have the chest for that." Delilah said. She looked at Merry. "But you do."

Merry paled.

"As my sister said we have a plot." Deborah said. "And you are a part of that plot. Have you had lunch yet?"

"No." Merry replied, caught off guard by the simple question.

"Call in for lunch, we have some shopping to do."

"What about self respect?" Suzie asked.

"I'm on lunch." Merry said as she, Deborah and Delilah walked into the store.

"Besides she lost a bet." Deborah said. "We'll be choosing a few things, we'll let you know if we need help."

Suzie nodded and went back to reading the paper.

"Why are we here?" Merry asked.

"Because we want to play dress up with Officer Dolly." Delilah said. She started to pick out bra and panty sets.

"I have underwear." Merry protested.

"Not like this you don't." Deborah said, holding up a floral lace demi-plunge bra. "You have the body of a model, you should dress like one."

"But..."

"Be quiet." Delilah snapped.

Merry shut up, as much as she hated too. Over the next ten minutes the twins led her through the store, picking out underwear styles that disturbed Merry at prices that scared her.

"Fitting room." Deborah ordered and Merry followed them into the stores dressing room. It was a larger place than most dressing rooms, ten feet wide by 15 feet long, with numerous mirrors set at different high and low angles. A control on the wall could simulate various lighting conditions. A table, couch and an empty clothing rack stood to one side. On the table were a tape measure, a vase of roses and a snack tray filled with peanuts, m&m's and mints.

"Haven't you ever shopped for underwear here before?" Delilah asked, unzipping her jeans.

"I shop at Wallmart mostly." Merry said, making no move to undress.

"Our pawn is a peasant." Delilah complained. "Take it all off Officer Dolly, it's time to show you how good this can feel."

Merry sat down and took off her shoes and socks, then unbuckled her gun belt and put it on the table. By the time she had finished that both twins were completely naked. Merry looked away as she realized it. They both had the supple bodies of gymnast.

"Enough." Delilah snapped. "You only have an hour for lunch. Batting Merry's hands away she loosened Merry's tie and pulled it off while her sister started to unbutton Merry's uniform blouse. Despite the fact that they had seen her nude before Merry could not stop blushing as the twins pulled off her clothing. Soon Merry's clothes were all off.

"Look at you." Deborah said look at Merry's body in the mirror.

Merry looked as well, though she knew what she would see. Her main fear was that the body she saw would be smaller. It wasn't. Not yet anyway. But Merry knew the twins could change that in an instant.

For the moment though her body was as it had been through her adult life. Merry stood an inch over six feet, with long platinum blonde hair, slim eyebrows, blue eyes and a strong jaw. She had wide shoulders and large, perfectly formed breasts with flaxen nipples. Years of intense exercise had resulted in a washboard stomach, incredible muscle tone and very little fat.

Deborah reached over and picked up a tape measure. Delilah stood ready with a notepad.

"Arms out." She ordered. Merry obediently lifted her arms.

"36." Deborah said. She moved the tape measure down to Merry's waist. "21?"

"You're kidding."

"Take a look."

Delilah bent down and looked at the tape measure.

"Unbelievable."

"34." Deborah said measuring Merry's hips.

"36, 21, 34?" Delilah grabbed Merry's ass and squeezed. "Hard as a rock."

"Why are you only a cop?" Deborah demanded. "With this body you could be a lot more."

"I... " Merry started to defend herself but she was so flustered by the examination she couldn't find the words. "I mean..."

"Relax." Delilah cut her off. "As long as you serve us you don't have to worry about making life choices ever again."

"Oh I like that." Deborah said, looking at her sister with admiration. "That is true supervillain-speak."

"I'll write it down." Delilah said scribbling a note on the notepad.

Deborah picked up a grey-lace balconet bra and held it against Merry's chest.

"Slip this on." She ordered.

Merry couldn't deny the thrill she felt as the expensive fabric pulled her breasts upward. A few moments later Deborah had pulled a matching pair of boyshort style panties up her legs.

"What do you think?" Deborah asked Delilah. Taking Merry's arms she pulled them behind her back as if she were tying Merry's wrist together. Her sister took a few steps back. She dimmed the lights slightly.

"Great." Delilah said. "Let's try the black.

Over the next twenty minutes the twins put Merry into so many pairs and styles of underwear that the poor officer lost track. Merry was allowed some input, but only as to comfort, not looks. The twins also had fun trying on matching outfits, dressing the three of them exactly the same.

"This is like being a private jet next to a 747." Deborah said looking in the mirror. They were all wearing blue lightly lined plunge bra's and panties.

"I'm just bigger that's all." Merry said.

"That's what I meant." Deborah said giving Merry a quick spank.

"I think I have the right pair." Delilah said handing Merry a different set.

Merry pulled off the blue ones and pulled on a bra and panty set that had a rose floral print. To her surprise they fit, stretching to contain and lift her breasts, yet not binding them. The V panties didn't ride up when she moved and felt soft against her skin.

"We should have known." Deborah said reading the label. "Angels by Victoria's secret."

Delilah spanked Merry again.

"Angels." She said as they laughed.

"Ok, take them off." Deborah said.

Merry took off the underwear and stood naked.

"That's it." Delilah said. "Now lets get dressed, only five minutes left on Officer Dolly's lunch break."

"How much of this do you want me to buy?" Merry asked, grateful to be able to put her own cloths on again. She slipped her own bra on.

"Everything that fit." Deborah said.

"What?" Merry couldn't help but yelp in surprise. "That's over 300 dollars!"

"Relax Officer Dolly." Deborah said as her sister laughed at Merry's protest. "You serve us, we outfit you."

"Oh." Merry let out the breath she had been holding and reached for her panties.

"Stop." Delilah ordered.

"What?"

"We had to give you an order twice to let those kids go." Reaching over she pulled the strap on Merry's bra and let it snap back. "You can put the uniform back on, but no underwear for the rest of the day."

"And at the end of the day come to our place." Deborah added. "We have a task for you."

The rest of the day was pure torture for Merry. Aside from the anxiety about what was to come that evening was the physical discomfort. With underwear her uniform scratched in places it shouldn't have scratched and her breasts bounced if she moved faster than a walk. Still Merry got through it and after her shift was over went back to the station, changed, and here was another problem, she had a spare bra and underwear in her locker, dared she risk putting them on?

In the end Merry put on her jogging suit, a pair of sweat pants and a halter-top. It was comfortable without underwear. But still the fact that such a small thing made her so scared battered at her self-esteem.

The Pennytorch estate was a large place with a mansion, garden, pool, gym and just about anything else the idle rich demanded. Merry peddled her bike up to the gate, which opened before she could even stop.

{Come around to the small house in the back.}

Shuddering Merry did as she was ordered. The house was a carriage house converted to a guesthouse. Tow story plus attic and cellar. It was there that Merry had first been altered. Merry peddled up to the door, got off of the bike and opened it. Inside Tremont Coach, the Pennytorch's cousin sat on a large overstuffed recliner. He looked up from the papers he was reading. Tremont was short, about five feet four and skinny. His black hair was slicked back and brown eyes looked at her from under thin eybrows. His face was as skinny as the rest of him with a nose that Merry suspected would grow more and more as he got older. He wore a pair of black pants and a black shirt.

"Upstairs, first door on the left." Tremont said. He went back to his papers without another word.

Merry went up the steps slowly, taking in the fine woodwork and turn of the century architecture. The first door on the left was a bathroom and Molly Dolemont, the last of The Group stood waiting. Where Tremont and his cousins were slim and skinny Molly was wide. Not fat, unless put beside the twins, but heavier set. She had thick eyebrows, a pug nose and full lips. Framing this was a head of dirty blonde hair that was bobbed around her shoulders. She wore a pair of jeans and a Joker T-Shirt. Unlike the twins Molly's T-shirt was loose.

"Take a shower, wash your hair and let me know when you're done." She said handing Merry a bottle of shampoo. "But do it quick. I'll be in the next room."

Puzzled and a bit put off by the brusqueness of the orders Merry stripped out of her jogging suit and got into the shower. The shampoo was not her brand and stung her eyes, but she used it and was done as quickly as possible. When she came out of the shower her clothes were gone. All that was left was a short towel that Merry used to dry herself with.

"I'm... done?" she said.

"Come on in here." Molly called from the next room.

Merry felt awkward but stepped out into the corridor and walked into the room. A barber's chair was set up in the room and Molly, Deborah and Delilah stood around it.

"Have a seat." Delilah ordered.

Merry sat down. Molly started to work on her hair while Delilah started to do her nails and Deborah her toes.

"What's..." Merry asked her voice fading as their attentions increased.

Molly giggled.

"We know you're a trekkie." Deborah said. "But how much do you really know about Star Trek?"

Merry waited patiently, but not without anxiety. The Group had been right when they called her a Trekkie. There had been a time in her life when Merry would have done anything to aggravate her parents. Painting herself green to go to a Star Trek Convention as an Orion slave girl filled the need nicely without being too daring. Until she was out of high school Merry had been a faithful fan of the show and she still loved it. But she hadn't been to a convention in years. Trying to be the perfect cop had filled her days and nights. Gradually she had left behind all the childhood hobbies and until now Merry hadn't noticed the loss. Where she was sitting and what she was wearing brought back all the old memories.

Merry was inside a model of the Galileo, the shuttlecraft from the original Star Trek show. The detail was incredible, more so because of the size. After fixing her hair and nails The Group had shrunk Merry down to 20 inches tall. The Shuttlecraft was scaled to match her. But they hadn't built a full sized one and shrunk it, for some reason they could only shrink certain types of matter; they had built a semi-working model. When Merry had first sat in it they had flown by remote control around the room. It moved silently, smoothly and Merry could see them all through the three view screens at the front of the craft.

How far, how fast and how it worked mystified her. There was no motor, only a slight hum and she was even able to fly it from the controls in the craft if they let her.

Merry wore the red tunic/mini-skirt and black boots of security. Her outfit was almost completely authentic. The only difference was that she was not wearing the black pantyhose. Her hair was done up in the beehive style of the late 60's and strapped to a belt at her waist was a phaser and a communicator. Over her shoulder she carried a tricorder. The details on the small props amazed her. She had the feeling that the tricorder would actually record, the communicator would work, and the only thing she doubted was the phaser.

She flew with the view screens off, feeling the craft move beneath her. She guessed it was a ten minute flight before she felt the craft settle onto something.

{You're on.}

Merry took a deep breath, steeled herself for what was to come, and moved to the door. It slid open revealing an alien landscape of rocks and bushes. The Merry took a step down and then opened her communicator. The sound it made when she flipped up the antenna was the same sound as on the show.

"Rand to Enterprise." Merry said. "This is Yeoman Janice Rand to Enterprise please come in."

"I'm afraid they are a bit out of your range Yeoman Janice Rand."

Merry looked up at the voice and didn't have to feign her fear in any way. A giant woman wearing the uniform of a Romulan stood above her. Right on cue Merry screamed.

The woman wasn't a Romulan of course, despite her make up and the pointed ears that poked through a graying black hair. Her name was Calico Briggs, and she was the president of the city council. She was also, to Merry at least, very large. Reaching down she closed a hand around the shrunken officer and picked her up. President Briggs was a short slim woman with a face that vaguely resembled a cat. She had green eyes, a sharp nose and thin lips. The Romulan costume wasn't strictly authentic, the Trekkie in Merry told her that. The colors were right, crimson and deep grey, but the costume was a tunic, pants and boots. Still this was Miss Briggs fantasy. The Group had given Merry orders; what the president wanted, she got.

"Who are you?" Merry demanded.

"I am sub-commander T'krel." Calico said. "And you are the first to feel the effects of the greatest weapon of the Romulan Science Corps."

"You'll never defeat the Federation!" Merry proclaimed.

"We won't have to defeat them now, just step on them." Calico said. She carried Merry over to a table. Merry got a good look at the room and was astonished. It was a good copy of the Romulan commanders quarters in the show where Spock and Kirk had stolen the cloaking device. The only difference was that they had fused part of Dr. Mcoy's sickbay to it. Merry was set on the table and the president picked up a Romulan style tricorder.

"Record examination." She said. "Subject and ship were captured without incident." Reaching over Calico pulled the tricorder from Merry's shoulder, examined it and put it aside. Then she did the same to the communicator and phaser. Then she smiled, pushed Merry down and pulled off the helpless woman's boots.

Merry needed neither scripting nor prompting to scream and kick and struggle with all her might. None of it did her any good as the boots were pulled off. She laughed as Calico stroked the bottom of her now bare feet.

Calico then rolled Merry over onto her stomach and pulled at the seam of her costume. When Molly had handed her the clothes she was to wear Merry had been astonished. She had expected doll clothes, but unlike doll cloths the seams were not coarse and the fabric not stiff. The underwear was an exact copy of the underwear she had worn that afternoon. She didn't know how The Group had made it, but they seemed to be able to produce miracles when they needed them. Merry had realized that the seams on the uniform were somewhat larger than they had to be. Calico's fingers found the pre-arranged loose thread, pulled and Merry's costume came off easily. Suddenly Merry understood the reason for the slightly larger seam.

Merry rolled onto her back and panted while the fake Romulan examined the uniform. Underneath she was wearing the stretch lined floral print demi-bra with lace and matching V panties. Merry wasn't sure why Calico... why T'krel__(Merry realized it would be better to think of the president as a Romulan, Delilah had not threatened punishment explicitly if something went wrong, but the implication was certainly there, that meant that Merry would be giving the performance of her life)__wanted the change from the standard black bra and panti-hose, but then Merry doubted she would ever know.

"Enterprise." T'krel said. "Kirk's ship. Are you his pet?"

"I'm a star fleet officer!" Merry protested.

"Kirk has quite the reputation." T'krel said. She put the costume aside and bent down closer to Merry. "I've heard to get on his ship you have to give him inspection rights."

"That's a lie!" Merry shouted.

T'krel laughed and Merry folded her arms and did her best to look mortified, which wasn't very hard. A second later she was pushed onto her back and T'krel was pinning her arms above her head. Merry struggled futilely as her wrists were locked together by some sort of medical clamp. The length of the clamp was almost as long as Merry's body and T'krel fastened it to the tabletop with another clamp.

"Tell me does Kirk tie up his pets?" T'krel asked as she used both hands and pulled down Merry's panties.

"He never touched me!" Merry shouted, kicking wildly with her legs.

T'krel laughed again and ran her fingers long Merry's legs. She pried them apart and pressed her little finger against Merry's pussy, pressing in and out. Merry's heart skipped a beat and her stomach tightened. She had known this would happen, but she wasn't prepared for the shock of her enhanced senses. As frightened as she was Merry let her body react to the stimulus, hating the orders that directed her to do so, but fearing the consequences if she did not.

After a few minutes T'krel pulled away a moist finger and licked it. Then she released Merry's wrist and rolled her onto to her back. Merry still squirmed as the woman undid the bra and then rolled her over. T'krel pulled the bra off slowly, letting her fingertips roll over Merry's breasts as she did so.

"Outwardly subject is not changed." T'krel said, putting the bra with Merry's other clothing. Picking the shrunken woman up the Romulan carried Merry over to the medical bed. Hitting a switch she placed Merry on it and the familiar sounds of Star Trek medical scanners played out of a speaker. At the same time the readouts came alive. Merry still marveled at the detail of the recreations.

"No differences internally." T'krel said. "But we will now see how she responds to stimulation."

Merry swallowed hard as T'krel picked up a slim wand shaped device with a buffer on the end of it. The buffer started spinning with an electronic whine. Merry's hands were pulled over her head once more as T'krel started to run the buffer over her body.

At this point Merry wasn't acting anymore. She wasn't fighting her body at all, and she wasn't even sure she could. When shrunk Merry's senses became more acute. The cotton(?) buffer running along her bare skin, back, breasts, legs, pussy, neck... it was enough to send her body into a sensual overload. She twisted helplessly in T'krel's grip.

"Response to stimulation is excellent." T'krel said as Merry moaned weakly. "Now Rand, you can start by giving me the Enterprise's security codes."

"No!" Merry protested weakly.

"Tell me." T'krel said, rolling Merry onto her stomach she started to run the buffer over her back and butt.

"Never!" Merry moaned.

"Tell me!" T'krel said. The buffer was put down and Merry screamed as her captor started to spank her.

Why, SPANK, does, SPANK, everyone, SPANK, want, SPANK, to, SPANK, "MEEEEEEE!?" Merry wondered silently, saying the word: "me" out loud and drawing out the E sound in a pain filled squeal.

"Give them to me!" T'krel shouted, spanking harder and faster.

"Alpha nine seven seven ten Gamma!" Merry shouted after a few more minutes. She she had resisted long enough, some of her instructions were simply too open ended.

"HAH!" T'krel snapped, releasing Merry. "Weak starfleet woman. Kirk's pet!"

"I'm not his pet!" Merry screamed. Which was truer than she hoped anyone suspected. Why anyone wanted Kirk when Sulu was around had always been a mystery to Merry.

T'krel grabbed Merry's ankles and ran the buffer over the bottoms of her feet.

"Tell me where the 12 starships are, what are their assigned sectors!"

Merry laughed hysterically, not holding back at all now, and to her amazement not even trying to hold back. A part of her had simply given into the fantasy and in fact reveled in it.

T'krel was patient, thorough and persistent. She ran the buffer along Merry's legs, up and down her spine and let it sit on Merry's butt.

"Where is the Intrepid?" T'krel demanded, pulling the buffer away and spanking Merry.

"Sector 4!" Merry shouted.

"Who's in command?" T'krel demanded, rolling Merry onto her back she ran the buffer over her breasts.

Merry moaned and tried to fight the romulan off but it was impossible. After a few seconds she broke.

"Stark!" She shouted, the shout mixing with her own moans. "Steve Stark!"

"What about the Hornet?"

They went through all 12 of the original starships. As Merry alternately moaned in pleasure, gasped in pain and laughed hysterically she drew on the knowledge that only a fangirl would have. While she screamed out names and places T'krel ran the buffer all over her body. When they ran out of ships she moved it between Merry's legs. She pressed it down and released, repeating that for a time. The she forced Merry's legs wide enough to expose her clitoris and when the spinning buffer hit that Merry's world exploded.

When Merry woke up she was laying on T'krel's stomach. The romulan had shed her own costume and they were on the bed. A tiny collar with a leash on it ran from Merry's waist to a ring that pierced T'krel's right breast.

"You're my pet now." T'krel said.

Merry stood up. By now her capacity for amazement was gone, or at least it should have been. But as she balanced on T'krel's stomach it came back to her. The woman stretched out before her like some prehistoric beast. Her breasts were large and wide, with bright red nipples. Merry turned around and saw legs extending far into the distance and a hairless pussy between them. A vibrator was clenched between T'krel's legs, half in and half out of her. Merry swallowed and turned around again. T'krel reached over and picked her up, setting her down on the free breast.

"Open those legs." She ordered. Merry did so and the giantess pressed her down hard enough for the extra large nipple to force it's way into her. Merry gasped as the woman laughed and bounced her up and down. Merry was too far gone to fight the stimulation and soon enough her hands reached up to her own breasts to aid it. The orgasm was not as harsh or wonderful as the first one, but it was enough to leave Merry laying on her back gasping for breath. T'krel did the same. It was a while before she stood up, catching Merry as she fell. T'krel let the vibrator fall to the floor. Unclipping Merry from her breast T'krel walked back over to the table and set her down, anchoring the leash to a ring.

"We have a lot more to talk about starfleet pet." T'krel said, turning back to the bed.

{I don't think so. This woman has had enough fun for one night.}

Merry almost screamed, as her mind fought its way back from the fantasy. For a few minutes there she was actually a starfleet officer held captive by a romulan. She shook her head to clear it.

{Pick up the phaser, when she comes back, aim it at her and shoot it.}

Merry spotted the phaser and scrambled over to get it. It didn't matter to her that it was supposed to be a toy, in her dazed state Merry didn't care. A part of her told herself that she was a starfleet officer and that the weapon would work. The other part told her that The Group would not tell her to do something without meaning. Either way Merry's hand closed around the plastic of the phaser like a drowning person would grab a lift raft.

"Now starfleet pet..." T'krel turned and walked toward her. She had put on a sheer blue robe but before she could say another word Merry pulled the trigger. A thin beam of blue light shot from the phaser, hitting T'krel in the chest. The woman stopped, blinked and fell to the floor unconscious.

{Good work. Now get out of that belt.}

Merry blinked, forcing herself to remember that she was on some sort of mock up stage set, that the woman on the floor was Calico Briggs, not a romulan. Merry looked down at the belt. It was a collar meant for a cat. Her hands fumbling Merry managed to unbuckle it and drop it on the floor.

{Be ready, you are going to grow to your normal height.}

Merry had a second to brace herself before the world exploded and reformed. When she opened her eyes she was standing on the table. Now that she was full sized she could see the painted plywood, the electrical wires for the lights and consoles. Calico Briggs was revealed as a medium sized human woman. A part of Merry almost regretted the change.

{Open the front door for us.}

Merry looked around and saw a door. Going to it she took a step back when it opened on its own with the "swoosh" sound effect she knew so well. But beyond the door was a normal living room. The room was tastefully furnished and neat, with a couch, coffee table and rug. It was an eerie feeling, moving from one world to the next. Stumbling naked through the room Merry entered a hallway with a stair case going up to her left and a two large doors on her right.

{The security panel to your right.}

Merry looked and found the control pad, a standard security panel from Radio Shack.

{Enter in 1701.}

Not being able to stop herself from giving off a short bark of a laugh Merry did so. Then she opened the door. Molly, Deborah, Delilah and Tremont moved past her and into the house, quickly closing the door.

"Some people have interesting hobbies." Tremont said. They were in Miss Brigg's garage, the Star Trek set that Merry had spent her evening on. Miss Briggs lay on the bed, a VR helmet on her head and electrodes attached to her nude body. Tremont was working on a laptop attached to the VR helmet.

"You're hypnotizing her?" Merry asked. She was sitting on the medical bench while around her Molly and the twins searched the room.

"In simple terms yes." Tremont said. "As you are no doubt aware Miss Briggs is running for mayor next year. She'll win, we'll see to that, and we'll have someone we can control in charge."

"Why her?" Merry asked.

"Her two great obsessions." Molly called out from under the medical bench. "Star Trek and shrinking. She's been fairly open about her Star Trek hobby, even putting this set together for a short fan film once. We saw the film, featuring Miss Briggs and a woman who looked like Yeoman Rand and a man who looked like Spock. Not a bad film really. Then we discovered that the woman we sometimes chatted with in the shrinking chatroom was our Miss Briggs, the rest of the plan came together easily."

"Oh." Merry felt dazed.

"We simply contacted her through her internet chat room persona, quoted her a high enough price that she believed we were legit, and sent her pictures of you shrunk."

"She... she knows me!" Merry said.

"She won't recognize you at full size." Deborah said.

"Just think." Delilah said. "Once she is in charge the chief of police will be history. This mayor won't protect him when you "Discover" his hidden camera setup in the shower at the station."

"Talk about hidden cameras." Molly said. She and the twins met at the table and each deposited a camera onto it.

"We did tell her no pictures." Deborah said. "But when it all comes down to it she is a politician. Once she is properly programmed we'll have to make sure there aren't any others."

"She'll remember this though?" Merry said. "I mean what we... what we did?"

"Yes." Tremont said, working steadily on the laptop. "Every blissful second of it. It wouldn't be fair to take the experience away from her. But the ending will be that she put you back into the shuttlecraft and then was so exhausted she fell asleep here. When she wakes up you'll be gone, just as we agreed. She might request you in the future, but we'll just have dropped out of sight."

"Anyone who's ever seen the Twilight Zone will be familiar with that ending." Molly said.

"But... but couldn't I have shot her with the phaser when she first found me? Why did I have to go through all this?"

"Is that a question?" Deborah asked, her voice turning hard.

"Not possible." Tremont said looking up.

"Not from our Officer Dolly." Molly said.

"She couldn't be questioning us." Delilah added.

"No... I mean..." Merry tried to talk but suddenly couldn't form a straight sentence.

"It couldn't have been a question because you don't question us." Delilah said. As she talked Molly, Deborah and Delilah surrounded Merry.

"No, please, I..." Merry's mind simply refused to work past the dread that they were generating. She looked from one to the other, her head darting back and forth as if seeking some sort of escape. When there was none her body seemed to fold in on itself. Merry curled up on the medical bench and hugged her knees to her chest, coiling her body into a ball as tightly as she could. Her voice came out in garbled bits of words as she tried to avoid whatever possible punishment her question might generate.

"No, she's not questioning us." Delilah said calmly.

"But I think she's been through too much for her poor little mind to take." Deborah added. She reached out and stroked Merry's hair.

"Why don't you two take her home?" Molly suggested. "Tremont and I can handle programming Miss Briggs."

"Good idea." Delilah said.

There was a lurch in Merry's world and she looked up to see the three women standing over her now small form. It was too much for Merry and she fainted.

The next few hours were a bit of blur to Merry's mind. She remembered being placed, wrapped really, in a warm blanket and put in a basket. Then there was bike ride home... Merry was sure it was a bike, though why they didn't use a car she had no idea. She remembered lifting her head up enough to see her house as they turned into her driveway. The house was a small one, but all Merry had been able to afford when she moved from LA Merry remembered giggling softly as she saw the house from her 12 inch height. It wasn't small now.

"You live here?" Deborah had asked, putting a semi-conscious Merry onto the couch. Merry didn't answer until she found herself at full size again. Still dazed she looked around at her living room. The house itself was small, two rooms and a kitchen bellow, one bedroom and bathroom upstairs. Merry had turned one room into a gym, the other was her living room. The place was a mess, with clothes, magazines and a few old pizza boxes strewn around randomly.

"It's comfortable." She said trying to stand. The room swirled around her and the next thing she knew the twins were helping her into the shower.

"She's really weak." Deborah said.

"We let it go on too long." Delilah agreed.

As they had done once before Deborah and Delilah gave Merry a meticulous cleaning. Merry was awake through some of it, but her mind was still fuzzy. She was also turned on through part of it, at one point she tried to kiss Delilah.

"After all that she still wants some?" Deborah marveled.

"Maybe a side effect." Delilah said, taking hold of Merry's breast she squeezed. Merry moaned and tried to hug her.

"I think you've had quite enough for one night Officer Dolly." Deborah said pulling Merry back.

"Not that we might not take you up on it someday." Delilah said. "I think she's going through experience resonance, remember Tremont speculated this could happen."

"We'll tell him about it later." Deborah said.

Merry faded out after that and only revived briefly when they dried her hair. After that there was only a blissful dreamless oblivion.

Merry woke up feeling rested and puzzled. She opened her eyes and sat up. The twins had put her to bed, but instead of leaving her naked or putting her into the old sweats she used to sleep in they had put her in a gown. Merry recognized it. A vintage inspired gown from Victoria's Secret. It was a white long and flowing empire gown in embroidered sheer tulle. The gown was belted just bellow her breast and dropped to her ankles. The fabric felt wonderful against her skin. More changes awaited Merry's eyes. Her bedroom had been cleaned, not perfectly so, but it was neater, without the flotsam and jetsam that she usually tolerated. In place of her battered 12 inch vcr/tv combo a 25 inch plasma screen tv hung on the wall, and beneath that was a combination dvd player and vcr. A note was laying on the bed beside her. "Officer Dolly." She read out loud. "Things to do today. 1, follow your normal routine of exercise, we do not want you loosing one bit of your hard muscles. 2, CLEAN YOUR HOUSE! We will not have our Officer Dolly living in such a grubby environment."

"Clean the house?" Merry repeated. Then she went on.

"As a reward for your service you may watch ONE episode on ONE of the dvd's, but only one. Tonight at midnight come to the house once more. We must do something about your off duty clothing and your house is in need of new furniture."

"My house?" Merry lay back on the bed, suddenly tired again.

"What do they think of me?" She asked the empty room. "Oh God I don't even know what I am anymore!"

'She's really weak.' Deborah had said.

'We let it go on too long.' Delilah had agreed.

"Did they really care about me?" Merry asked, hope in her voice. Had she heard concern in their voices or had she just imagined it? She squeezed her eyes closed. Last night she had played a sex game, prostituted herself. She had done so on their orders. This morning she woke with her reward and more orders.

"I'm their doll." Merry said calmly as the truth hit her. She ran her hand along the fabric of the gown. "I'm their doll, and this is my sexy doll nightgown and they want to put doll furniture into my doll house! Maybe I should invite Barbie over and we can gossip about Ken and GI-Joe!" Merry giggled and laughed for a few minutes until she managed to pull herself together again. For a time she simply lay on the bed and breathed deeply.

Getting out of the bed she looked at the dvd's. It was the boxed set of the original Star Trek show. Of course they would know what to give her. They could tune into Merry's life anytime they wanted thanks to what they had done to her.

"Is that so bad?" Merry wondered. "I could never move against the chief. It wasn't so bad last night... it was... fun? I wasn't hurt."

Merry went over to the closet and opened the door. A lot of her clothes were gone. The old worn clothes that she had brought from LA. She looked in the draws of her dresser. Many of her other clothes were gone too, and all of her underwear had been replaced by Victoria's Secret.

"I am their doll." Merry repeated. "I was their servant to start with I guess, but now I'm their doll." Merry shrugged her shoulders and took off the gown. She started to toss it on the bed, then stopped herself. It was still clean. Going to the closet Merry put it on an empty hanger. Then she went back over to her dresser. Reaching into the draw she took out her exercise tights. "They are doing good things, they are going to do good things, I can be part of that."

She should have been angry. Merry knew that. But the anger had died in her when they first used her to steal evidence. That had been only a month ago. Since then they had forced her to let criminals go. But Merry had to admit that most of the criminals were just kids. In the past four months Merry had stopped being the scourge of the towns teenage population. Nothing really bad had happened though. Civilization had not fallen because Merry had not pulled in some kids having a party in the park. And because of what she had done with Miss Briggs a crooked police chief would soon be gone. She had not really been hurt, and when she remembered the star trek fantasy Merry felt an erotic thrill shoot through her body. The Group was doing the right things, maybe in the wrong way, but was anyone really getting hurt?

Merry was rationalizing. Lying to herself. She knew it, but didn't, couldn't find any anger about it. The Group had shrunk her, now they had a city council president under their control. What could she do? Any thought of trying to stop them, of risking exile to the microscopic world filled her with an unreasoning terror.

Merry slipped the top of her tights over her breast and slipped a headband over her hair to hold it in place. She looked at herself in the mirror.

"I'm a doll." She told her reflection. Reaching over she picked up the note. "And I have orders to follow."

Merry took the note downstairs with her to start her morning exercises.

End.

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