Page 12 of The Doll Factory
“Sold to the Hucow Hotel owner.Congrats, Cherry girl.You’ll get to feed so many men.Such a good pet.”He pats the heat of the woman, who maintains her gaze front facing before being ushered off behind a curtain.
“Next up, we have our dollies!”A robust man holding a cigar takes over the microphone.“The highest bidding table will get atasteof what they will receive.Each doll will perform on her knees for all eight sitting down.Just think, no gag reflexes, no squirming away, only fit to please you.Now… I have the table bids in hand.Let’s see.”
He rummages through an envelope and produces a white card.Holding it up dramatically to the light, he adjusts his glasses and reads aloud.“Tables twenty-four, sixteen, seven, nineteen, three, and fifty-six can test out the dolls tonight.Auction for each individual doll will begin after dinner.Enjoy, gentlemen.”
Dr.Miles places a firm grip on my shoulder and points ahead.“Walk.”I follow his command, teetering on the plush carpet toward a table with a golden plaque reading sixteen.“Lay on your back and spread your legs.”The gruffness of his voice is harsh, reticent.As if he doesn’t want to speak the words.
“This is my finest creation.Treat her as such.”
When I lay against the hard surface of the table, my dress sliding up to my waist, my breasts popping out of my top, I focus on the dark ceiling tiles until an old man’s face appears between my spread legs.“Going to take all eight of us, dolly?”
Another gloating figure stands at my head, unzipping his black trousers and swiping at his sweaty forehead before saying, “Open wide.”
I do just as the men tell me to do.
The one between my legs presses his thin chub against my thigh and the other, his veiny short dick on my chin.When the older man attempts to slot himself in my pussy, the furniture beneath me sways to the left slightly.I’m laying on aturntableto give each of them a round easily.
Despite my vision being filled with gray hairy balls from the man poking at my face, my eyes try to find Dr.Miles, my creator.
When they do, the ire that settles on his lips confuses me.Cheeks flushed red and eyebrows narrowed at the men surrounding me.I wonder for a moment what he may do.
And that’s when he makes a move.
CHAPTER5
MILES
They aren’t playing with her the way she should be.She’s a highly valuable collectible.They’re treating her like a broken can to be kicked down an alley for a quick chuckle.
When Mother would pull out a new doll, it was with reverence.Almost ritualistic.Once the plastic was off, each tie was meticulously unwoven, every errant crease straightened until it was worthy of being placed on the mantle.
How many years did I sit in front of the rows of unblinking eyes and fist myself to their timeless perfection?The everlasting glow of their cheeks, the upturned noses and wide mouths almost begging for a drop of my lustful needs.
Until Mother caught me with my erection in one hand, and the silky lace of her favorite porcelain child in the other.
But she didn’t know how much I loved them.They didn’t scream at me.
It wasn’t until her stroke, when she was trapped in the cataclysm of her catatonic state, that I learned how enticing it is to have a living, breathing, frozen doll.
I could do what I wanted to her, free from the judgement or the beatings.
She served me until I broke her with my manhandling.I was too rough with my ministrations on her souring skin.I didn’t know then how to properly maintain Mother in her vegetative state.
Knowing I broke her with no way to fix her was devastating.
That’s how this feels.
They’re tarnishing my creation with their catcalls and lewd stroking.If she’s shattered like the delicate ceramic, I’ll hook them all to my draining tank to supply my blood storage needs.
Cretins.
“Enough!”I bellow.My voice carries over the fondling fools.
With vapid gazes, their hollow eyes upturn, fury mottling their bloated features from being pulled from their prize.
“She is not designed to be yanked on like dogs fighting over a stick.”I slap the hand of a graying suit from her supple thigh.“Her gift is complacency.Not persevering through the heavy groping of apes.”
“She’ll be ours to do with what we want, doc.You can’t make the rules after she’s sold.”A furry faced fuck sneers at me from behind her, his half hard cock in his palm.
