Page 13 of The Doll Factory
My thumb finds the remote in my pocket.Caressing it seems to lower my blood pressure dealing with these double digit IQ imbeciles.
I could end this game with a simple squeeze of the fob.
“You’re wrong, Jerry.”I spit his name.“I made her.I’m her god.So it ismychoice if I want to let her frolic or strike her down at any moment.”
With a single step, I’m in his space, clutching his sweaty balls in a vice grip.“And you’re on trial.Be nice, or don’t play.”
He chokes with a nod, crumpling to the sticky carpet when he falls.
“Now, let me show you what she can do.”Finding my doll’s red lips, I run my thumb over her chin.“Open.”
Without hesitation, her dainty jaw drops with the pink tip of her tongue guarding her lower teeth.I shove my finger as deep as I can, yet she doesn’t twitch.
“See?Complete obedience.But she isn’t designed for reciprocation.She is the ideal.”When I withdraw my hand, she takes a calm breath.
Fuck, she makes me hard with her acquiescence.
“Spin the table,” I bark.
Her shaved pussy rotates in front of me in a glorious presentation.“This, gentlemen, is how she’s to be used.”I pat her thigh, making them spread almost as an automation.
“If I find any tears in her skin from your little ‘trial’, I’ll have you banned from any future auctions.”I gesture to the pocket beneath the dais.“There’s lube.Use it liberally.Her rectum is permanently clean.Just don’t pull this.”I run my palm down her pale abdomen to the patch covering her ostomy.
“Can I fuck her mouth?”The morbidly obese owner of a chain of gas stations drops the tent of his trousers.Sweat drips from his forehead to the stained plateau of his stomach.
“If you can find your flaccid dick beneath your rolls.”I don’t hide the sneer that pulls up the scar on my cheek.“Don’t suffocate her.”
His affect doesn’t change as he reaches beneath his hefty gut to feed his hidden genitals into her mouth.
“For those of you with minuscule cocks, the tendons in her arms have been snugged to give her a deathly tight fist.Use this feature with caution if you enjoy your testicles being squeezed.”My finger runs down the faint lines of her incisions.“She’s made to please.”
“What about her feet?”Frederick’s long hair is pulled back into a slicked ponytail.His nail skims the shiny black leather of the strap of her shoe, making his breathing shallow and fast.The bulge beneath his loose slacks juts against the fabric when his touch heaves along the sole of her foot.
“No added features.Enjoy yourself.”I try not to cringe, watching him tug her bare foot free from its confines, then tuck his lanky cock between her toes.
Within moments, every orifice and every limb are being thrust into, and she takes it all without a sound.
Her full breasts bounce in opposite directions as two fat fucks rail her from either end.The round globes are yin and yang in orbit, rolling over the snug corset of her dress while her fists squeeze with enough force to make one of the short men scream.
“She’s ripping my dick off!”He yanks backwards, jerking her askew.His high-pitched scream cuts through the sounds of the auction.
Thrashing his body, he strikes at her stiff arm to try and break her hold.
He’s going to ruin her.
Rage threatens to consume me, but I force my breathing to level.
“Let go,” I say calmly, but loud enough for her to hear me.
Her body falls limp, releasing her fingers.
Exemplary.
The shrieking stops, but shifts to a sobbing choke when he falls back into his chair.“I should sue you,” he gasps between heaves.
“Can’t.You signed the contract, you knew the risks.I hope she crushed it off.You nearly damaged her.”When I inspect her arm, the blue tinge of a bruise is already forming beneath the skin.
Unacceptable.
