Page 2 of The Doll Factory
Her compliance will be a well-earned reward, making my climax all the sweeter.
Sinewy muscles contract around my length, squeezing me as her body fights for air.
Watching the bulge of her hyoid when she struggles to swallow around my thick length calls my thumb to press down on the ridge of her frantic esophagus.
I should do this more often.The sensations are incredible.
I can feel the swollen head of my cock through the thin tissue, and when I pull back to give myself some friction, I can see the bulge arcing beneath my fingers.
Magnificent.
The manic clawing of her fingers slows, and the violent workings of her neck grow flaccid.
If I don’t stop, I won’t have this bauble to play with any longer.
It will have to go to the Chop Shop.I’m not sure I’m ready to let go quite yet.
Begrudgingly, I withdraw from her supple sheath, letting the strings of saliva fall unfettered to the slick floor.
Her jaw hangs slack and her eyes are listless, glazed.
Hmm.Must be the position adding tension to her implant.
Straightening her head, I reach over and strike with my fist in the middle of her chest.
With a gasp, she refocuses and takes a shuddering breath.
I fear her time is limited if my mechanism is failing.
“I worry you’re broken.Even Andy won’t want this useless toy.You wouldn’t survive the breeding.”I peel the sweaty hair from her forehead and squat, my hard on pressing against my belly when the tight scrubs shift over my legs.
Her eyes flick wildly around the room.“No, please?—”
Bitch.She doesn’t learn, does she?
Still fucking talking.
Perhaps this won’t be as difficult as I thought.
With my pants drooping beneath my dripping cock, I take the few steps to the instrument rack and select my favorite tool.
The blunt end of the bone chisel has mushroomed over from years of tapping, but the edge is still crisp from its most recent sharpening.
It’s handy for molding those features I detest in my dolls.I just wish they would heal faster after altering them.
Nutrition is not my strong suit.The argument, I suppose, could be made if I fed them better, they’d recover more quickly.
That’s not my job.
Andy treats his pets as he wants.I shouldn’t need to nurture my trinkets.
They’re there to be seen and fucked.Not maintained.
I thought perhaps this one was different.Andy does have the right idea of cutting out their tongues.The silence may be worth the loss of feeling it undulate against my shaft.
I’ll think about it for the next one.
In the meantime, this one needs disposing of.
