Page 8 of The Doll Factory
If she wasn’t so old, I’d strip her vocal chords and teach her sign language, so I never have to hear her grating words.It’s a pity she’s one of Pert’s favorites.A holdover from his younger days.His weakness is in his nostalgia.There shouldn’t be sentiment involved with the search for perfection.
“What did he find?”I grunt without looking up.My schematic of the implant is much too important to be distracted from.
“He determined her to be an eight plus, sir.”She clears her phlegmy throat.“He said she may even be a nine.”
My cock twitches against my will.Of course the specimen is.
I knew it when I saw her.
A willing plaything that will come on command.
“Is she prepped for the final procedure?”My fist digs against my thigh, pinning my growing erection in the tight fold of my scrubs.
I’ve never found a subject so alluring that combines with their complete lack of reaction.She’s just a touch away from immaculate.But I can push her to it.Molding her into the ideal image.I swivel in my chair towards the nurse when she doesn’t answer immediately.
“Yes, Doctor Miles.The restraints are in place and the instruments have been arranged per your specifications.”Her rheumy eyes blink quickly over her nose, swollen with the red capillaries of alcoholism.
Disgraceful.Miss Watson has a crucial job.She should be celebrating her status, not drinking it away in her hovel.
Waving her away, I shut my notebook and stand.Giving in to temptation, I let my palm ride beneath my waistband, cupping my aching testicles.The anticipation of my flawless doll hurts.Her bare knees rise like pillars to an altar above the stainless steel table.If only her smooth chest matched it in a quest for the ceiling.
I’ll fix that.Such a rudimentary procedure to fill out her curves.
Purple ink marks blemish her pale skin, where my assistant has made his suggested changes.
Dr.Corband has been paying attention.I see he’s even noted the removal of the bottom ribs for added flexibility.He knows how much I love to bend my playthings in two, folding them until the very weight of their own body constricts their lungs.
Fuck.Pre-cum leaks against my wrist, envisioning her doubled over and climaxing around me when I allow that sweet rush of oxygen to swath through her soul.
Touching the inside of her leg, she complies beautifully, letting her thighs open as if begging for my presence.
The wild flash of her eyes as she watches me, seeing the war within her mind over what her body does versus the turmoil I’m sure her thoughts are in…I nearly come in my pants, knowing she’s relenting.
“That’s it.I’m here to help you.”Stroking down her quivering belly, I’m happy to see Miss Watson was thorough in her pre-surgical prep.
Every hair has been shaved and waxed, giving an almost plasticine hue to the skin.The IV is in place.The syringe with my custom anesthetic sits nearby.It’s really a much better design than what hospitals use.Removing the perception of pain lets me operate while my toys are awake.
I don’t want extra men in the room.They’re mine to alter and bring to beauty.No other eyes should stray upon them until I’m complete.
“Only one last step before I begin.I need to give you a catheter.But don’t worry, I’ll give you a little something fun first.”My fist locks around my stiff cock as my other traces the bare lips of her pussy.“Show me you want it.Pull up your knees.”
Her rapid breathing escalates my pulse until it pounds in my ears.With jerky movements, the chains on her wrists rattle as her palms wrap behind her lean thighs and she tugs herself wide.The flare of her nostrils and rolling whites of her eyes betrays the fear that shivers through her.
But she complies.
Just what I wanted.
Curling my finger, I let my knuckle stroke her exposed clit in slow circles until the sallow color in her cheeks brightens with the flush of pink.
My confidence in Dr.Corband reassures me he has done all the necessary birth control and disease screening.If she’s here, she passed and is ready for anything I want.
I continue to stroke her tightening bud as I assess his marks.“I’m not sure I’ll thin your hips as much as he suggests.”I lean over her, letting the rigid head of my cock press through the thin fabric of my pants against her glistening pussy.“You’re getting wet for me.Can you feel that?”My touch trails the length of her, smearing the proof of her arousal over her quivering cunt, then further to circle the puckered hole of her ass.
Her breathing freezes, but she doesn’t move.
“What?Not used to being touched there?”That makes my strokes up and down my shaft hasten as the need for release tightens in my loins.“You’ll learn that every part of you belongs to me to do with as I wish.Do you want me to fuck your ass?”
Time to see if her inoculations are working.
