Page 3 of The Doll Factory (Horror Hotel)

MILES

“D r. Corbund has finished the assessment.” Miss Watson’s hoarse voice cuts through my concentration.

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.

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.

She doesn’t budge when I bore the small hole I need through the bone, then slip my latest version of my implant through. Delicate wires span over that I feed into place.

Those bastards in the neurosurgical wing should see me now. They’ll never fully understand my genius.

It wasn’t until I found Pert Richards that I knew I had my calling. He helped me to attain absolute freedom, feeding the ravenous hordes of fetishized tastes he panders to.

And they all want pliant dolls like this.

I wish I knew the magic formula to replicate her. Perhaps that should be my next endeavor?

No. I don’t want more. I want to be the sole collector of this specimen.

“Miss Watson!” I call through the double glass doors. She must have been waiting. She pushes through silently to stand in front of me. “Make sure everything is bandaged accordingly.” Flipping my gloves into the garbage, I ignore her glance at the stained crotch of my pants.

She should know better.