Page 6 of The Doll Factory
“Dr.Miles understands the necessity of this and I will prepare the doll myself.Not to worry.Please clean lab two and prepare it for another specimen.”
Mr.Corbund’s voice almost lulls me into another trance, especially when a wayward finger brushes against my bare calf as he grips the handle of my cart and wheels me inside the room he unlocks with a blue card.
“Beep!”he says in time with the keypad as his sparkling eyes smile at me.
I give a small chuckle, my body oozing onto the gurney like pumpkin pie.Still formed, but wobbly.
Inside is a bright room surrounded by long tables covered with cloths, hiding something beneath the drapes of starched fabric.In the center is a table like one I’ve recognized before from where…I am not sure.It has places for one’s legs with stirrups and straps to hold them in place.
In a span of some time, Mr.Corbund situates my floppy figure in it and I meld into one with the cream pleather until my skin peels off with a pop whenever I move.As he works around me, strapping me in and positioning a bright light above my head, Mr.Corbund hums a high-pitched tune, his head bobbing while his temple fade to a textured top haircut stays in perfect rhythm with him.
He sits on a stool between my spread knees and pumps it up several times until his face is at my core.An odd, tingling sensation hits me there, especially with every heated breath he exhales.
“Hello, Doll,” he says again with a wide grin, dimples flashing in both cheeks.
“Hell–”
“Don’t speak.”Even when he corrects me, it’s with a kind blink and a warm expression.
I close my lips and wait.
“You may feel disoriented, but that is to be expected.Miss Watson typically leads the breaking in, but I was told by Dr.Miles himself thatyouare a special case, my dear.”He swivels around and flips over the tablecloth, revealing a row of silver instruments of various shapes and sizes.My heart pounds in my chest, threatening to leap up my throat with a scream, but when he wheels back to face me again, I feel some comfort in those coffee colored eyes.
“Dolls don’t speak, as I’ve told you.And…soon…” He gets a look of pure bliss on his face as he prepares me for his next words.“You’ll learn not to think.Your body will go through changes, may experience certainsensations, but really you are only there to be a body used to pleasure others.What an absolute honor has been bestowed upon you!”
A tiny smile forms on my lips at his enthusiasm.“Pleasure.Not think,” I whisper.
He nods and lifts a syringe filled with blue fluid.Flicking it once, he squirts a little into the air.“Your doses will help you achieve everything you desire.”
It’s difficult to breathe.Somewhere, in a corner of my mind, a screaming voice tells me I should shirk away from the sharp needle in his hand.But I can’t move.“Desire?”
Mr.Corbund stands and plunges the needle into my thigh as I gasp at the piercing intrusion.“To be a perfect dolly for men to use all your holes, dear.”
Heat floods through my body as the liquid floods my arteries like battery fluid.Mr.Corbund doesn’t seem to notice and only tosses the used instrument in an orange box on the wall, then turns to me with a pair of nitrile gloves that he snaps over his large hands.My bottom lifts off the table at the burning surging through me, but as soon as it comes, it leaves an area and once it goes…I’m numb.Numb and tingly.
“Now.You need your pre-procedure test.”
“P-procedure.”I form the words in my mouth, but it is quickly becoming nigh impossible to move of my own accord.
“Dr.Miles will take over your surgeries.Waist whittling.Breast implants… He likes the largest possible.Facial restructuring.Body contorting.Dimples.Then, of course, his own designed frontal lobe implant.And, lucky girl, you’ll get to be the first to try the latest model.Hopefully, then you won’t need any more doses after that.”
He says it in such a way I feel privileged to receive such an honor, but when I glance down at my figure, my modest sized breasts, lengthy legs, and generous belly, I wonder if he means I’ll look like adollwhen they’re through with me.
This is a nightmare.Fight!
The screaming voice in the padded cell attempts to break through the recesses of my mind.
I nod and smile as Mr.Corbund presses a button on the wall, then grabs a small green packet, rips it open and spreads a glob of clear colored goo all over his fingers.“Number Six-One-Five-Four.Orgasm pre-procedure test now recording.”
Dark lashes shield me from a globe hanging from the ceiling that blinks at me with a mechanical eye, whirring in a monotone hum as it captures the footage of my naked figure, lying on an examination table as Mr.Corbund steps between my spread legs.
Chill makes me convulse when he dips his large digits between my dry folds, spreading the wet goop all over my pussy.“Do you enjoy music while you orgasm?”
“I don’t remember…”
“Play erotic bossa nova.”
A loud wailing saxophone interrupts the clinical sounds within the room as it blares through a screened speaker next to the eye above me.
