Page 18 of The Doll Factory
Yet he doesn’t stop, just curses the buckle he’s messing with.“I’d rather have her.Do you know how rare it is to find someone who can come on command?Her pussy is so tight, it’s like she really is twelve.That’s priceless to me.”Sweat dots his forehead as he shifts himself between us with his body.
After he removes the last of her restraints, he jerks her to her feet.Fucker.He’s going to break her.
She’smine.
But I don’t fight.My hands are finely tuned instruments, not blunt objects to be used in melee.Pulling out my phone, I saunter casually behind him and send Andy the code word.
Before Frederick has her to the end of the hall, it’s filled with the broad, hulking forms of six of the biggest hunters from the cabins.They really do make the best bouncers, even if their intelligence is lacking.I relish in the power to simply point towards their prey and they respond like the savage animals they are.The high-pitched scream that Freddy loosens when they grab him in their meaty hands makes me giggle.
“I own her!”he howls as they drag him away.
“But I made her,” I whisper, taking her delicate fingers in mine.“And I’m never letting you go.”
“Thank you.”Her words come out quiet, yet the impact weighs heavily on me while I lead her to my quarters.
I’ve never had one choose me.There’s a strange feeling in my chest guiding her into my private space.
When she gets to the finely dressed mannequins, she pauses.“May I?”Her thin finger outstretched toward the ornate brocade dress.
“Even better.I want you to wear it.All of them.”With a broad gesture, I encompass my most prized dolls in their glorious attire.
Not the cheap lace and frills for the auction, these are the finest quality that have only brushed the skin of royalty.
“This one,” I say reverently as I pull her near.“Is my favorite.I’d like you to wear this one first, then lie in my bed.”
The worn velvet crushes between my fingers.Stroking the memories, my touch dances over the missing pearl on the lapel, the faded eyelets and the stained pocket.
“Master?”Her brow raises.“How do I get it off of her without damaging it?”
“Don’t worry, I’m well practiced at taking Mother’s dress off.”I shift the desiccated arm, careful not to dislocate the shoulder again.The brittle hair has wrapped on one of the ivory buttons, causing me to pause in my efforts to open the zipper along Mother’s exposed spine.
“Sometimes she’s shy.She should know better.”Anger at the defiance wells into a poisoned pool within me.With frustration in my movement, I tear the damn clasp free of the material.
“There.”Mother’s barren corpse, shriveled and threaded with gilded lines, sits back in her rightful place between the plastic faces of my other elegant displays.
My perfect plaything has already disrobed, standing before me in her divine nudity, so close to the woman who raised me, it makes my cock harden.How many times can I orgasm in a single day?
For this beauty?Indefinitely.
“Careful, don’t force your arm through.Yes.Just like that.Push your breasts up in the bustier.Ah, delicious.”Guiding her into the thin dress stokes a violent need to pull out my erection.
The pale globes nearly spill over the top of the hem, straining the threadbare fabric.
“Look at you.Turn for me.Pretend you’re on a dais.”I take a step away to get the full experience.
She rises to her tiptoes and slowly pivots with such grace.I briefly wonder if she was a dancer in her previous life.
Quite fortuitous.
“Raise your arms out.”She extends them out to the sides, forming her lithe body into a cross.
Hmm.“No, like one of the porcelain figurines.Straight out front.”
When she does as I asked, my fist finds my hard length, and I pump myself, watching her slowly spin.“You’re the first one, you know?”My breath comes in rapid pants when I reach out to touch her velvety sleeve.
“I am, Master?”Her big eyes follow me through her turn.
“Yes.”My word comes out almost a hiss.“You’re the first I’ve ever considered keeping as a replacement.”I jut my chin towards my mother’s empty eye sockets, watching me with her same hollow look of disdain.
