Page 7 of The Doll Factory
Mr.Corbund’s thumb presses against my clit, rubbing it gently at first as his finger dips into the entrance beneath it.“Or your ass played with?Your breasts?Nipples?”
My back arches as he delves his finger deeper, then curls to the front wall while his thumb pulses in sync.The lubricant seems unnecessary as wetness floods the table, seeping between my butt cheeks.
“Subject enjoys pulsing maneuvers.”
Fingers grasp at air when he adds a second finger to the mix, and his piercing gaze never leaves my face, other than to monitor my breasts rising and falling with each breath.
“Oh.”I murmur when he slides one finger out and edges it to my taint, then lower to my asshole.
“Subject enjoyslightanal touching.”
When his eyes flick to the wall above my head, I squirm to look with him and notice a wall of monitors filled with lines that jump in rhythm to his touches and my heart beats.
“Relax, please doll.Focus on the orgasm I will give you.”
As the words leave his mustached lips, a large finger delves into my ass with force and I jump in my restraints.“Subject does not enjoy rectal intrusion.”Instead of stopping, he adds a second finger to the first, pumping my ass rapidly while keeping his thumb on my clit.
“Ouch!”
“Subject doesnotenjoy rectal fucking.”
My pussy pulses against the emptiness while my clit sings in response to his timed strokes, but my ass feels violated, like I need to squeeze everything out.Shifting my hips, I scoot away from his thrusting hand, but he follows the movements.Then, he leans over my torso until the shortened hairs of his clipped mustache tickle my sensitive pink nipple.
Glancing at my face, he lets his tongue ease out of parted lips before he strokes it across one of the pebbled peaks and I arch into him.Seizing it like a lost treasure, his mouth devours my breast in a languid suck.A wailing cry surges from my chest at the torrid of pleasure that combats the pain in my backside.
When he backs up, he looks at the ceiling and says, “Subject doesnotenjoy rectal intrusion, unless accompanied by nipple sucking.Possible test subject for Hucow.”
Mr.Corbund removes all his fingers, leaving me needy, wanton, and a sopping wreck on the table.Where is my orgasm?Where is the bliss I was promised?I want to demand, but my mouth has stopped functioning like an instrument of communication.
Turning his back to me, he wheels a box between my legs where he once stood and undrapes it.A large, black dildo jettisons from the white box and he aligns it with my entrance.
“Now, you belong to Dr.Miles after the procedure.So only his cock is allowed to enter until you’re perfected, then shipped to The Doll Factory for pleasure.But, for your pre-procedure test, you may have this.”Clapping his hands loudly, his star winning grin resumes.“Also, you are lucky because today we have a group of students visiting that will get to observe your orgasm.Student!”He opens the door and a trail of young men pile into the room, most wearing glasses and short white coats, all holding clipboards and wide-eyed stares at my naked body.
You should feel ashamed.
“Students, this is lot number Six-One-Five-Four.She enjoyslightanal touching and pulsing clitoris maneuvers.Feel free to latch onto a nipple as the machine brings her to the height of orgasm for the cameras.Make notes of her body’s reaction to every sensation and see how many you can identify on your checklist.Ready?”
The boys surround my body like I’m a specimen of science, pens held tightly in their grasps.
I can’t even sayI’mready before the black dildo surges into me with a loud hum, even over the erotic bossa nova music filtering through the room.
Their innocent eyes watch as I writhe as much as I can against the thickness delving deep inside of me, thrusting in violently and hitting every spot that Mr.Corbund found earlier.Tingles erupt over my skin as they rake their gazes over my skin.One man bends, hovering over my breast and holds there as if waiting for permission.Another on the other side of the table joins and they stare at one another until they both pull a nipple into their mouths and suck with force.
It’s all too much.Ecstasy tears through my nerves in a warring pattern of destruction down my spine, ripping like wildfire through my pussy as it pulses around the machine.“Oh!”is all I can breathe out, a flood of wetness coating my inner thighs.If I had movement in my arms, I’d hold the boys' heads to my tits as I rode out the pleasurable pulses deep inside me.
Instead, it feels like a violation, causing my body to become overly sensitive and I thrash against my binds, hoping everyone stops touching me.
“Good.Number Six-One-Five-Four has orgasmed to multiple sensations from distinct figures.She’ll make a great dolly for the boys.”Mr.Corbund stops the thick cock from thrusting and I can relax again.He reaches over my body to bop my nose while the students scribble furiously against their clipboards.
“Andshe’ll make an excellent subject for Dr.Miles.”
Run!
CHAPTER3
MILES
“Dr.Corbund has finished the assessment.”Miss Watson’s hoarse voice cuts through my concentration.
