Page 1 of The Doll Factory (Horror Hotel)

DOCTOR MILES

S he was almost perfect.

Stroking her long auburn hair from her quivering cheek, I let my fingers dance along the trail of tears that shimmer along her temple.

“If only you had listened.” I trace her clenched jaw line and amble my touch over the racing pulse in the arch of her throat.

Such exquisite lines. I really thought she was the one.

“You’re a disappointment, Number Six-One-Five-Three. All that beauty, but the impetuous will of a child.” Knotting my gloved hand into her sweaty locks, I want to see just how far I can wrench her head backwards off the table she’s so firmly fastened to.

Her blue eyes widen, then squeeze shut as I push her chin toward the ceiling.

“I’m-I’m sorry,” she whimpers.

I don’t want to hear it.

Clamping my palm over her mouth and nose, I hold tight until she thrashes.

Silence is best.

My dolls should never speak to me.

They are to be seen, not heard.

Her struggles weaken. Like a good girl, she falls limp.

“That’s it. Give in. I’m in control.” I let her take a shuddering breath. Gulping at the air, her bare breasts heave in tremulous spasms.

She can only live because I let her.

It makes my cock swell beneath my scrubs, tightening the restrictive fabric around me in a familiar vise.

Her antics have earned it, but the punishing side of my lust.

Those full red lips…how many times have I thrust myself inside, training her to keep from gagging?

Perfect girls don’t choke. They politely open and let me ram as far down their throat as I want.

She’s often been ideal, taking every inch of me with the hollow, vacant look that tips me over the edge.

Let’s see if today she obeys.

“Open.” With my thumb, I slip my rigid erection free and use it as a meaty club to tap it on her trembling chin.

Obediently, she spreads those luscious petals like a willing flower.

Without waiting, I shove myself into her hot mouth and pause.

She’d never dare bite.

I can feel her nose flaring against my sensitive testicles and her fingers twitch beneath her restraints.

“Naughty dolls don’t get to breathe.” My thighs ache with the need to piston into her, but I manage to restrain myself.

The lesson here is too important to succumb to carnal desires.

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.

Sending a quick text to the Chop Shop, they may have a buyer who wants a warm one. Or she can just go into the stew pot.

All those dogs need to eat.

“I’m disappointed. Vocal chords are an unfortunate option in your model. It’s a pity they kept erroring.” I press the filed edge against her growing pupil and pull back the hammer. “Time to reset to factory settings.”

With a calculated strike, the blade slices through the center of her widened eye, popping it with delicious noise. Clear viscous fluid drains over her tightening cheek and she tries to turn away, struggling against the thick guards on either side of her face.

I’m not sure why I like this part so much.

Perhaps it’s because the decision has been made.

Or, more likely, it’s that I know I’m going where no one else has ever been, or will be again.

I’m tempted to cover her screaming mouth. The shrill cries so close to my ears hurt.

Silence is my friend. My partner in life. It dictates my movements in my need for quiet.

The boney plate behind the ruptured globe stands as an incidental barricade to loosen. Not too deep. I don’t want to turn her off completely, yet.

I just need to open the channel and turn off this infernal noise.

Why do I always forget my headphones?

I didn’t expect her to be useless, just needing a tune-up. Next time I’ll plan accordingly.

There. Obstacle removed.

I’m harder than ever. Standing above her, I line up the end of my leaking cock with the newly vacant hollow.

“It’s time to turn—” My swollen head presses against the bloody hole.

“—you off.” With glorious force, fueled by the possessiveness of the act, I plunge my stiff length through her vacant orbit, ripping through the virginal membrane of her frontal lobe until the mashed tissue oozes from around my shaft and she falls still.

Shoving my thumb into her sagging mouth, I use the leverage of her jaw to fuck her skull.

It only takes three rapid assaults before I’m spurting into her cerebral matter.

The shiver of orgasm is intense, making me shudder over her inert form.

Glancing around the room, a wall of eyes stare back. Some plastic, some organic, all mine.

Until I get bored with them, or they lose the ability to obey.

“This is what happens to dolls who don’t listen,” I grunt, with a final shiver of cum dribbling from the slit of my sensitive dick.

Flipping the waistband of my scrub pants back over my softening length, I work on unbuckling the restraints that hold this defunct garbage to the table.

“Doc?” Andy’s voice wafts from the office.

“Coming!” In more than one way.

My surgical gloves hit the rim of the garbage can with a practiced flick after I peel them off.

“Doctor Miles. We have need of more of those implants.” Pert Richards stands next to Andy in the foyer, idly dropping ashes of his thick cigar.

“Will it work for the Cabins?” Andy leans against the counter, then jerks the matching leashes he holds in his hand.

A woman with gloves over her hands falls to her knees at his feet, while the other stands frozen beside her.

I’m intrigued.

His pets normally don’t draw any of my attention, but this one, she’s so still.

So…perfect.

Turning back to her master, I nod. “I can set it up to allow for primal instincts, cutting their logical thoughts. They’d make wonderful prey for the hunters.”

I untie my blood spattered apron and drape it over the back of my chair. Making them promises I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep will need a little more tweaking to my design.

Damn paperwork. But with the right adjustments, I might be able to remove the fucking need to talk as well.

Pert runs his thick fingers over his gray beard before taking another acrid puff. “Love your work, doc. I can’t wait to try out a few of these dolls once you have the bugs worked out.”

I can see him lean to look past me into the storage room where my collection is displayed.

My gaze keeps straying to the doe eyes of the rigid specimen standing next to Andy. Her tall, lithe build is so reminiscent of the figurines I grew up secretly playing with.

Lean and feminine, with a vacant focus.

I bet she wouldn’t talk. She’d just let me manipulate her perfect body in any way I chose.

Like a good plaything.

Andy must have followed my interest, because he reaches out with the dangling leash attached to the collar on her elegant throat.

“I brought you a gift, doc. This one just huddles in her cage like a scared, whooped puppy. I have no patience for her, and I’m too busy training this new one.” His lips purse as he appraises his mindful dog huddled next to his knee.

She must be learning quickly. I haven’t been called to participate in the breeding night yet for this one.

Although, I detest those. Having to come where so many others have in a single round is unappealing.

And the animals generally make noise when they’re being fucked.

Not my forte.

This tall one would be different. She’d lie there and let us all grunt and groan while spilling our seed in her ravaged cunt.

Hmm. No, I want to be the first.

“Have you studded that one?” My chin juts in the direction of the statuesque beauty.

Andy shakes his head, making his longer hair in the back wave.

“I’ve been busy fucking this frisky girl.

” His fingers drift down to stroke the tangled blonde hair of the girl by his knee.

Then he raises his chin and winks at me through his glasses.

“Caught her speeding on the way through town last week. She’s learned her manners since then. ”

She’s unblemished?

Even more appealing.

Pert coughs, then stabs out the blunt end of his cigar on my desk.

“Take the tall one, see if you can fine tune your device. Then we can start filling rooms at the Dollhouse for our patrons as soon as possible.” He turns to Andy.

“Find me a tiny red head that has a big round ass I can whip. I haven’t had a good bloody fuck in a while. ”

Andy loops the rope over the back of my chair, then tugs on the remaining line in his hand, pulling his pet to stand.

“I think I can do that.” His words work over his shoulder to me as they leave. “Father said he has a whole family scheduled for one of the cabins next week. He found their family photo on their socials when they booked. There’s at least two daughters that will fit the bill.”

My new toy watches them leave without turning her head. The only movement she makes is the subtle twitch beneath her left eye when I pick up the tethered end of her leash.

“Come.” I give a soft yank to see what she does.

Nothing.

She’s making me hard.

So exceptional.

Time to go to sleep. When you wake, you’ll be ready.