Page 11 of The Doll Factory
The pain!Agony!It hurts!Stop!No!
Somewhere in my body is an overwhelming urge to scream.Instead of a pulsing comforter over my nerves, the sensation is one of sharpened knives cutting through my connected receptors, telling me to remove myself from this situation as quickly as possible.
But I can’t.
Forced to lie on the slab andtakehis thickness as he thrusts once, twice, thrice, and over and over and over again.Each one causes a twisting of my thoughts.
Pleasure him.Be a good doll.You love this pain.You need a gigantic cock in your ass.
Kill him.Run away.Harm him.Cut off his dick.
“Such an amazing piece of plastic.You feel this utter shocking agony in your ass and you don’t do anything about it.You are functioningperfectly, doll.And with your ostomy, I can go in dry.Clean anal, I’ll market on your box.It’ll be an update to the old models.”A grunt vibrates all the way through his chest, down into his testicles, which hit my pussy in a rhythmic pattern.“Now with lessE.coli.”
His fingers dig into my hip bones, pulling me just as much as he pushes inside.“Let’s see how good my implant has taken hold… Come for me, my doll.”
At the words, my body seizes with pleasure, replacing every burning blade of pain.My pussy convulses at his command, spraying his abs with my orgasm.
“Oh, my darling!You’re a squirter.”
Is he…Is he crying?!
“Fuck!”Even while I reach heights of ecstasy I never knew were possible, his cock swells inside my ass, filling it with heat as he comes deep inside of it.“You should be proud that you pleased me by staying silent and obedient.Just a thoughtless toy.A pure puppet ripe for pumping full of cum.”
He sniffs and slowly withdraws, his spend spilling onto my thighs from my gaping and ravaged hole.
“Miss Watson?Prepare the doll for transport.She’ll need to perform one final test before her auction.”
She shuffles in while I’m still bent over the table while Dr.Miles leaves reluctantly, his hand clutching the frame of the door while his eyes scan my backside one more time.In my periphery, I can just make out that he grasps his crotch again before leaving the room.
Then, another injection of the blue.
With another blink, I must be in a different time, though it doesn’t feel as if any has passed.In front of me is a red carpeted room, velvety red drapes surround the walls, and in the center are red leather circular booths filled with men in suits who observe the front of the room while sipping doubles of amber colored liquid and smoking cigars.
A stage with a single microphone stands to my right, dimmed, but at the ready with a single light shining on the black plank floor.
Low murmurs travel throughout the smoky atmosphere along with clinking glass and an occasional burst of riotous laughter.
Dr.Miles hovers on my left in a tuxedo while his scar shrinks as he winces to every high pitched sound.
I can’t see exactly what I’m wearing, but I’m betting it looks like the other grotesquely misshapen women skirting through the tables, wearing large numbers on their backs.Little doll dresses with petticoats as fluffy as marshmallows beneath gingham skirts, thigh high white stockings capped with tiny bows, and a corset top so tight and low, the tops of the nipples peek out to say hello.Black patent Mary Jane shoes shine in the maroon light like mirrors on their feet.
Dr.Miles clears his throat and points to the room with a wave of his hand.“Doll, you must entertain these men prior to being auctioned off on the stage.Do your best to entice them with your new assets.”The strain from his throat belies the words he speaks.Does henotwant me to do this?
Even as I think about it, though, my legs are shifting one in front of the other as I step through the tables with a bright smile on my face.When I pass some tables, men grasp my bare ass beneath the layers of fabric, or even reach for a handful of my enormous tits.
“Damn, this one here looks like she could take the entire table without putting up a fight.What do you say, gentlemen?Want to split the bill?”One bald man shakes his gullet as he speaks, tapping his ash on my shoe.But I keep moving.
With a loud pronouncement, the microphone on stage squelches as a man with a mullet approaches.He is not wearing a typical suit, but something from probably the last decade with its ruffled orange shirt and brown polyester style.
Everyone’s attention is enraptured by the naked woman standing on stage missing an arm.Her stump is raw and ruby colored, as if the cut isn’t fresh, but maintained to be open.Shoulder length brunette hair almost covers the dog collar surrounding her neck, but what is most striking is that her belly is round and full, almost as if she could give birth on stage.
“Lot twelve nine-nine here.Pups have been sold to the highest bidder already.We’re selling this prime bitch, who is a known runner.No tongue and, uh, just a stump of an arm to do with as you wish.Starting bid at fifty grand.Go.”
A cacophony of calls comes out of the men as the money rings out in higher and higher numbers.While distracted with the activity, a pair of hands grabs my waist and shifts me onto a lap before sliding up to my breasts and cupping them harshly.“Let me try out the product now before your auction, doll.”
Dr.Miles appears at the end of the table and slaps his hand against it, the men sitting around shifting in their seats.“You’ll get your chance, but only if you pay the auction fee first.If you’re serious about touching my creation, you must buy in.”
The way he grips my arm and spins me toward him like his property makes me think he’s angry.“Follow me, doll.Only the men who pay can touch you.”With a deep grunt, he walks us over to a wall where we perch as the auction on the stage comes to a close.
