The Toymaker's New Toy
 
By Minako Tomoka and Shyny
 
A Doctor Who Roleplay
 
 
Minako
 
  It was a boring, rainy afternoon, and Minako had finished up the last of her errands to run in town. This wasn't the most ideal day for going out and doing chores, but things needed to be done, and now it seemed the pink-haired young lady could finally head home and take a nice long nap to sleep off the rest of the rainstorm.
 
  Walking along the sidewalk, making her way through downtown, she gripped her umbrella and seemed determined in her task to get home...until something caught her eye. She suddenly stopped and turned, glancing over at a store she hadn't recognized before. A quaint, old-style red building that looked like a toy shop. She had lived here for years and never noticed it before...it seemed like it had popped up overnight.
 
  Curious and intrigued, she chose to enter the shop, the bell ringing as she swung open the door. Inside the store was an emporium of antique toys beyond her wildest imagination. There was everything from simple blocks and toy trains to beautiful dolls and adorable stuffed animals. It seemed like a shop from a different time, like it could have existed a hundred years ago.
 
  Minako hadn't noticed anyone else in the shop, so she took her time browsing around, entranced by the beauty of it all. It felt like a place from a fairytale. While she glanced around at the wares, she spotted something interesting- a gorgeous Japanese-style ceramic doll in a red kimono. Surely this would look great in her room, but upon looking at the price tag, she noticed it was far too expensive...in fact, it seemed like everything here was a lot more expensive than it should have been. But well, this must have just been how it was for antiques...
 
 
The Toymaker
 
  It had been a while since the Toymaker had been able to play a game with someone. True, the concept of time was...nebulous for him, but it definitely felt like it had been too long. Noticing a customer entering his shop, he decided to play it cool, calm, gentle. Don't want to scare off the little mouse while it's still inspecting the cheese, after all.
 
  Seeing how the young lady seemed disappointed in the price, however, he decided now was the perfect time to interject. "Well good afternoon, young miss! I see you've taken a fancy to my dolls? They are awfully beautiful, aren't they? And such rare items, hence the price. But, since you seem quite enamoured, just for you...I could see about lowering it somewhat? You just need to...win a little game, and she's yours," he offered, smiling from behind the counter.
 
 
Minako
 
  Minako slightly jolted at the sound of a man's voice approaching her. She turned around to be greeted by a tall, rather eccentric-looking man with curly-looking white hair, dressed in a shopkeeper's outfit consisting of a formal white blouse and a plaid-patterned waistcoat. He looked quite snappy, one could say, and Minako was immediately taken aback, a bit intimidated once she glanced into his piercing blue eyes...but also curious.
 
  "O-oh! Sorry, I didn't notice you there...is this your shop? These toys are all very beautiful...and yes, I could see they were quite pricey...I would really love this doll, but there's no way I would be able to afford something like this. But if you say you'd go down on the price...what kind of game were you thinking of, sir?"
 
  She should have been a little more cautious, considering he seemed to appear out of nowhere and seemed like a somewhat strange fellow, but Minako was sometimes far too trusting of people...
 
 
The Toymaker
 
  "Hmm, well, I'm sure you're a busy lady, and it would hardly be fair to challenge you in a game of skill. After all, I own a toy shop! I have a home advantage, don't I? How about a game of luck then, a coin toss! You can even use your own coin, to make sure I don't cheat. You win, you name your price- I'll even let you have it for free! But, you lose? Well...I would very much like to add a wonderful doll such as yourself to my collection."
 
  There was a glint in his eyes, clearly something more sinister under the surface...but he just shrugged and continued smiling. "Don't feel pressured, of course. But I'm new in town, so as you can imagine it's a little lonely in here. Everyone is all into their modern gadgets, not enough appreciation for the more vintage items, like you and I..."
 
 
Minako
 
  Minako hadn't expected such a strange proposal, but despite the oddness of it all, she found herself rather...intrigued by this fellow, wanting to play along with him not only for her own curiosity, but also because she would feel quite rude if she just gave up and walked out after the shopkeeper suggested all of this, despite being told to not feel pressured. Unfortunately, not knowing when to say no was one of her biggest weaknesses.
 
  "A coin toss?" Minako repeated. "Sounds simple enough...let's give it a try. Minako searched through her purse until she discovered a single penny at the bottom. "Okay, if it lands heads, I win. If it lands tails, I lose. Also...what do you mean by your collection? Do you want me to work for you or something?"
 
 
The Toymaker
 
  "Wonderful! And yes, I suppose I should explain the terms. By...my collection, you'll be joining the rest of my fine dolls, okay? You're very beautiful, if you don't mind my saying, and as I said I get lonely, I'd feel an awful lot better with you sitting on the shelves, keeping me and the others company..."
 
  Again, that glint, that smirk. Was he being genuine? Was he just being cheeky? It was so hard to tell, and his face was impossible to read. He was being jovial, but maybe that was just part of his charm...
 
 
Minako
 
  At this point, Minako genuinely couldn't tell what he meant by what he was saying. She felt a little flattered by his compliments, but she couldn't read his intentions just by looking at his face. She assumed he was simply joking, and chose to accept his challenge. "Well, alright then...if you say so."
 
  Too embarrassed to back out now, and also a little intimidated, Minako flipped her coin, catching it and pressing it against the back of her hand...showing off the final face the coin had landed on. Tails.
 
  She felt her heart sink a little, not just because she wouldn't get what she wanted...but now she had to figure out what the hell this shopkeeper was talking about. "W-well uhhh...what do you want me to do?" she asked. "I-if you don't mind, I would just like to go home now, I feel a little nervous all of a sudden, I don't know why..."
 
 
The Toymaker
 
  "Aww, well that is unfortunate. But, that is luck, not much you can do about that. But no, my dear, you can't leave. We made a deal, we played a game...and you lost. And so, I claim my prize, that's how this works, no?" The Toymaker was grinning now, a sinister grin that wouldn't leave his face. As he simply stood, and smiled, puppet strings started to wrap around Minako, preventing her from leaving and lifting her just off the ground.
 
  "Now, I think it's about time that we get a look at my prize, don't you? So if you'd be so kinda, get off those pesky clothes for me..." he sneered, as he casually unbuckled his trousers, dropping his belt to the floorboards with a thunk, and tugging down his lower garments to reveal his cock, which he began to slowly stroke.
 
 
Minako
 
  Minako did not like the Toymaker's sudden change of voice. He seemed cheerful, even jovial at first...but that soon gave way to a menacing demeanor. Minako's heart raced at the sight of his devious, toothy grin, a mouth with far too many teeth for any normal person. All of a sudden, Minako found herself restrained by puppet strings that seemed to materialize from nowhere, binding up her arms and legs, suspending her in the air to keep her from escaping. "What the hell?! What is this!? Let go of me!"
 
  The Toymaker's prize suddenly came apparent, as at the command of his voice, despite her own mind's protests, Minako's arms moved on their own, pulling up her shirt and stripping down her clothes one by one, her limbs forcefully moved. She had no control over her own body- she was being merely puppeteered by some invisible force. Forced to watch in horror as she stripped herself naked against her will, she witnessed the Toymaker unbuckle his trousers and reveal his cock...knowing exactly what he meant now by making her into his doll...
 
 
The Toymaker
 
  Admiring the nakedness of his prize, The Toymaker strolled closer, stroking his member with one hand, and using the other to grope one of Minako's breasts, licking his lips nice and slowly as he felt how firm it was in his grasp. "My oh my, what a wonderful figure you have... Do get on with pleasuring your other breast, by the way, I want you in the mood and moaning for me, darling..."
 
  Bringing his mouth close, The Toymaker nibbled on Minako's tit, suckling on it gently as he spread her legs, before forcing his cock deep inside her, grunting as he fucked her like a simple sex toy, with no care for any protests she might make. She lost that privilege, to complain, when she lost the game, after all...
 
 
Minako
 
  Bound in puppet strings and helpless to do anything other than obey the Toymaker's wicked whims, Minako's other hand was forced to pleasure her left breast, while the Toymaker slurped and suckled upon her right. Minako couldn't contain her moans at the sensation, and as his cock penetrated her, she let out a loud cry of fear and pleasure as he filled out her insides. He bared upon her like a beast, thrusting in and out, caring nothing for her feelings or fear as he used her for his own devices.
 
  Her muscles felt like they had melted into jelly, not that she could move anyway, even squirming was restrained due to the puppet strings, and the only sounds leaving her were lustful moans and whimpers. This couldn't be real...it had to be some kind of horrible nightmare. But despite how frightened she was, she also found herself overcome by pleasure, the feeling of being rendered immobile and dominated relentlessly...she couldn't deny that a deep, dark part of her brain was...enjoying it.
 
  "S-stop it..." she muttered. "I-I don't understand...why are you doing this...who even are you?!"
 
 
The Toymaker
 
  "Oh, of course, how very rude of me. Well you see, Minako Tomoka..." he sneered, letting the fact he already knew her name casually slip out, "I am The Toymaker. I make toys, I play games, it's as simple as that! And you, my dear, are my newest acquisition."
 
  Uncaring for any protests she might make, he continued to fuck her like an animal, moaning to himself as he savoured her flavour, teasing at her breast with his mouth and hand to his delight, clearly savouring her like some sort of delicacy, not a human being with thoughts and feelings. Then again, he wasn't exactly human himself, so why should he care?
 
  The assault continued for several minutes, but it felt like it dragged on for hours, before he finally came, flooding Minako's innards with his seed, making sure to hold her close as he pumped every last drop within her depths. When he was finally satisfied, he slowly pulled out, cleaning off his cock with a hankerchief, smirking as he dressed himself, leaving her hanging there, a used and exhausted toy. "Well, that was quite enjoyable, wouldn't you agree, my dear?"
 
 
Minako
 
  Considering the gravity of the situation, the fact that he knew her full name barely sunk in to her. Of course, the Toymaker would never tell her his true nature...but she knew he was anything but human. The glare in his eyes, all of it...it was completely alien. But there was no time to think about that- she was currently being railed by this wicked white-haired man, her pussy being aggressively fucked and her breasts being slurped and sucked.
 
  She had zero control over the situation, not even any strength or ability to struggle or fight back, just left to be used up by the ravenous fellow...just like a doll, a helpless toy to be played with. This was what he really meant by his end of the deal...but now it was too late. All she could do was pray and hope that he would finish his business with her and let her go...
 
  By the time the Toymaker reached his climax, Minako could no longer hold in her own pleasure, and she ended up cumming at the same time he did, her insides fluttering as she was filled with his hot, thick seed. She moaned in ecstasy, but fearing what he had planned for her next. When it was all said and done, Minako dangled like a broken toy, sweaty and dripping, still unable to move. She panted and gasped for breath. "Please stop...let me go...I can't do this anymore..."
 
 
The Toymaker
 
  Enjoying how exhausted and pathetic she looked, The Toymaker simply nodded. Clapping his hands together, her clothes were magically returned and covered her, dressing her exactly as she'd looked when she arrived- though not bothering with the mess he'd made, just letting her continue to have that under her layers.
 
  "Why of course, my dear! I was done already, I've had my fun. By all means, the exit is right behind you. Go ahead, you've earned a long rest. But I hope you do understand our contract is binding...this won't be the last time we see each other," he sneered. By all intents and purposes it...seemed like he was being genuine, but given what he'd just done to her, how much he meant it was better seen to be believed, than whatever lies spilled forth from his mouth so readily. "Thank you for the entertainment, by the way, I haven't heard such wonderful and soft moans in quite some time, it was such a pleasure..."
 
 
Minako
 
  Seemingly in a flash, Minako's clothes were returned to her body in an instant just how they had been- though now the outline of her drenched panties could be seen underneath her skirt...
 
  The binds of the puppet strings unwound, releasing the exhausted woman, who collapsed to the floor and sucked in deep breaths, gazing up in terror at the inhuman being that had just violated her. He enjoyed every bit of her fear, her struggling, her pure helplessness...she had been merely a toy to amuse himself. But if he was letting her go after all this...she had to leave now, run as fast as she could before he changed his mind.
 
  Without uttering another word to the Toymaker, Minako staggered to her quivering feet and took off for the exit as fast as her feet could take her. Her heart was racing, even though her frail body was at the point of breaking. The bells jingled as she yanked open the door and ran to the exit...only to realize it wasn't an exit at all. It didn't make any sense, it looked like it led outside. But now, Minako was trapped in an infinitely long hallway, which seemed to stretch out forever in both directions, with no end in sight. Minako ran, looking for some kind of way out, but there was nothing. The Toymaker never intended to let her go...this must have been another one of his wicked games.
 
 
The Toymaker
 
  The Toymaker didn't make the slightest movement as he watched Minako attempt to scurry away. He was just toying with her, after all, and excited to see her reaction to his last little surprise. As she continued running down the hallway, he lifted a hand calmly, flicking his wrist, as if to beckon her back.
 
  In an instant, puppet strings wrapped around her limbs once more, binding her up and trapping her mid run. Like a doll, frozen in a perfect pose. The ceiling above her began to open up like a dollhouse, and above her was the Toymaker, grinning down at her. Steadily pulling her up, she was lifted out of the corridor and onto his counter. She was back in the shop, yet somehow no bigger than the toys she'd been admiring when she first arrived.
 
  "Aww, I do so love watching people run, as if they weren't already well and truly caught. But I'm afraid, my dear, the game was binding. There is no escape, not ever. But don't worry, I care for all my toys! And for you, I think I've got the perfect treat in mind..."
 
  Lifting Minako up further, she was soon left dangling over the Toymaker's jaws, her strings hanging from a frame in his hand, as he yawned his mouth open, his tongue slowly tracing across his unnervingly pristine teeth. "You will become part of me for the night, what do you say? After all, we both used up a lot of energy, and I think you'll fill me up nicely..."
 
 
Minako
 
  Caught up in the midst of running for her life and bewildered by the seemingly never-ending hallway, Minako was on the brink of collapse...until suddenly, the all too familiar tightening of puppet strings coiled around her limbs, freezing her in place and yanking her into the air, up to the purely surreal sight of the enormous Toymaker smirking down at her, holding her up by the strings dangling from the wooden marionette frame. The mere sight of his face froze her, and realizing she no longer had control of her body again struck her with sheer terror. She should have known better. He never intended to release her from the start. Squirming and flailing, Minako whimpered and cried, begging to be let free. "Put me down! Let me go, you monster!"
 
  Now the perfect size of a doll herself, Minako was entirely held by the Toymaker's whims, and a gust of hot breath misted upon her from below as she was held above the giant's maw, left shivering and gazing down into the humid darkness...
 
  "S-stop this, please!" she shrieked. "I...I don't want to be eaten!"
 
 
The Toymaker
 
  "Oh, it's not a matter of what you want, or what I want! We played a game, and the terms were clear. You lost, and now...you're mine," he sneered, winking at her. In his other hand, the glisten of sharp metal appeared, a pair of pristine scissors, ideal for cutting thread. Raising it above Minako, making sure every single thread was between the two blades, he yawned his mouth wide to claim his prize.
 
  "My dear Miss Tomoka, keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times. Keep all belongings on you, so that I remember you're still in there tomorrow. Enjoy~" And with that, and a simple ominous slicing sound, the threads were all cut, and the tiny woman fell feet first into The Toymaker's maw.
 
  As soon as her feet touched his tongue, his jaws snapped shut, the Toymaker calmly setting his implements down as he savoured his snack. He placed his elbow on the counter, resting his chin on his right palm, as if enjoying a casual sweet, and not the life of a terrified mortal he'd tricked.
 
 
Minako
 
  Of course, Minako's pathetic protests would mean nothing to an immortal entity capable of altering reality to his whims. To the Toymaker, the world was a game, and Minako was merely one of his toys to be played with...and promptly disposed of. The glint of a sharp blade caused the pink-haired girl to avert her gaze. The gleam of monstrous scissor blades slid into view, hovering above her head and aligning with each of the puppet strings suspending her above the chasm that was the Toymaker's jaws. Panic gripping her heart like a vice, Minako began to flail. "N-no, wait! Please don't do this! Please stop! I'm begging you-"
 
  The little lady's words were cut short as the threads were snipped, causing her to drop directly into the Toymaker's vicious mouth, snapped shut in the darkness. She attempted to clutch his slippery tongue to keep herself from falling into his throat, but she was so close to the gaping entrance of his gullet, all it would take was a single tilt of the head to send her down the hatch...
 
 
The Toymaker
 
  And, of course, inevitably he grew bored. Truthfully, he might have enjoyed this if it had been the main event, but he had already had his fun with her by now. This was just....tidying up.
 
  Standing back to his full height, the Toymaker flicked his head back and gulped deeply, yanking Minako down his throat and beginning the slow descent to his waiting stomach below. "Ahh...you humans always go down so nicely, such a meaty taste you have. Maybe that can be your job from now on, dear Minako, a tasty treat for me to enjoy as I mind my shop each day. But for now, rest...and enjoy being part of a being so much more than you. So, so much more..."
 
  Smirking to himself, the Toymaker cleaned up his outfit, tugging the edge of his waistcoat and brushing his hair. Minako finally crashed into his stomach, making a small but noticeable bulge, which he stroked and patted lovingly. "Enjoy yourself my dear, you won't be leaving until I say so, after all..."
 
 
Minako
 
  A sickening, thunderous gulp dragged Minako to her doom. The powerful tugging of the throat muscles sucked her down headfirst, sending her into the tight, fleshy tunnel of the Toymaker's gullet. Weakly whimpering, her face drenched with tears, the pink-haired young lady could do little more than writhe about, sliding down and down for what felt like an eternity.
 
  At last, she reached the Toymaker's stomach, plopping into the pit of his gut. It was dark, wet, and slimy, as to be expected...but there was no stomach acid. The stomach walls seemed to gently pulsate with a soft purplish glow as they contracted around the new meal, stretching and expanding to accommodate her form. Minako curled up into a tight fetal position, settling into the existential horror of her situation. If there were no stomach acids, then she wouldn't be digested...but she would be stuck here forever, imprisoned within his belly.
 
  The horrible sound of his echoing, taunting words drove the final nail in the coffin, letting her know that she would never be escaping, or even given the mercy of being digested. She was merely his tiny, helpless toy, for him to do as he pleased with. Minako crunched up into an even tighter ball, resigning to her final fate as the plaything of a terrible, frightening being far beyond her own comprehension...
 
 
The End...
January 18th, 2024.