Page 9 of The Doll Factory
Her chin drops in a stiff nod, but her tongue moves against her teeth to loosen a small “no”.
Interesting.
Dividing my hand, I shove two fingers into each wet hole roughly to gauge her reaction.A sheen of sweat spreads over her brow, but she doesn’t cry out.It makes me wonder if it’s the drugs or her very personality keeping her in such a rigid display.Time to worry about that later.
My thumb idly winds over her swollen clit as my hand grinds within her.With only a few strokes, I can see the quake in her lips, the catch in her inhale.“Does my toy enjoy my touch?”
This time, her bobbing head seems much more genuine.
“Splendid.Now, be a good dolly and come for your puppeteer.”Both of my arms piston, one buried in her needy holes, the other jerking over the mushroomed head of my engorged cock.
Her obedience is intoxicating.
And when her head tips back, those lips clenched between her teeth, I can see her swallow down the moan that’s fighting to leave the oval of her panting mouth.Her divinity pushes me over the edge when her body locks around my fingers in a convulsing orgasm.My own spurts of hot cum over my wrist, bathing her pulsing pussy in the white cream of my lust.
The silence that lingers in the air as we both climax makes me shiver through an exquisite wave of aftershocks.
She’s everything I’d hoped for.
Withdrawing my hand from her soaking body, I stuff my softening length back inside my pants.
The rubber end of the catheter lies on the tray of instruments, just where it’s supposed to be.Miss Watson knows I enjoy this part.Rolling the tapered end in the sticky beads of my semen, I push the tube into her.“That’s it.You’ll take whatever I give you in any hole I choose.”
Pain pinches the bridge of her nose as she takes a rapid inhale, but she doesn’t twitch.She’s making me hard again with how motionless she remains.One flushed cheek puckers with the flexing of her jaw muscle, yet her big doe eyes remain on me, unblinking.
“You’re going to make me jack off over you again.You’re such a perfect toy,” I growl, feeding the tube into place.A stream of yellow fluid races down, signaling that I’m in the right spot.
My thumb brushes over her clit, making her jolt in the tiniest way.She wants more, her body is begging for it.
“Soon.I have work to do.”Prying her fingers off her knees, I pull her legs down and tighten the chains on her wrists.“Can’t have you touching what you shouldn’t.”
The last step is rolling her on her side so I can inject her spine.Survival rate has been so much higher since I began this protocol.While I wait for the anesthetic to kick in, I glove up and take meticulous care to slather her body in antiseptic.I’ve seen the ravages of infection after my procedures, and want to minimize them.No one enjoys misshapen playthings.Just in case, I give her a heavy loading dose of antibiotics.
It’s been sufficient time.Using a scalpel, I make an incision along the ridge of her pelvis, peeling open the thin tissue to expose the bone.“Can you feel this?”
Her head jerks sideways, but her wide eyes lock on me.She’s breathing fast enough to pass out.Doesn’t matter.I’ll still be able to make the necessary adjustments.When I pull out the grinder, blood slicks over the table and drips onto the floor.
Careful.Don’t slip.Not like that one time…
Bone and cartilage fly past my shielded face, spattering the plastic guard in gore as I mold her waist into what I want.Turning off the obnoxiously loud tool, I glance at her face to see if she’s still conscious.Big brown eyes meet mine, with unfettered tears streaking down her temples.She’s everything I’ve desired, making the urge to fuck her becomes almost overwhelming.
I’m going to come where no one ever has, marking her as mine.
Frantic, before I lose control into my crusty pants, I whip out my rigid cock and rub it into the splayed flesh of her pelvis.Gritty chunks and clots add the friction I need.The flap of her incised muscle works to wrap over me.My hips thrust rabidly before the familiar tightening starts in my aching loins.
Pressing the loose sinew and tendons snugs the cavity enough that with one final piston, I come again, spilling another load of fire into her body.
Crimson mixes with the white that oozes around the sliced edges of the incision.
I own her.
Her chin tilts to the sterile white ceiling as I withdraw, smearing the grisly fluids down her thigh.When I tuck myself back in, I’m not sure if it’s me or her dribbling down my leg.
My closing sutures are meticulous.She shouldn’t show any scarring in a few months.Her new breast implants bubble over her flexing ribs.Her new levels of perfection bring heights of arousal I haven’t experienced in, well, years.
“Only one more step, and you’ll be more magnificent than anything Mattel could shit out.”Moving to stand by her head, I sweep her luxurious hair to the side.I see Miss Watson has shaved the exact amount I needed near the center of her skull.
My doll gasps when I make the incision, but remains still.
