Page 6 of The Doll Factory (Horror Hotel)

THE DOLL

A wareness snaps into my brain like a rubber band. Fog around my eyes clears and I struggle against the mammoth cock throbbing in my pussy as warm liquid oozes from my gaping asshole.

Don’t move, Lily. Pretend you’re still locked in.

Every instinct I have says to scream, to thrash, and run away, but I’m surrounded by too many men to get very far if I tried. Tiny sips of air through my nose steady my rapid pulse until I force my face to relax like an automaton.

With a penetrating gaze, Dr. Miles assesses me with scrutiny as he drags himself from me, like he misses being tucked inside. My own orgasm shakes my body until it convulses involuntarily, but I maintain a distant focus on my master.

No, not your master! He’s a creepy weirdo!

Okay, okay. I must stay still until I find an opportunity to get out of here.

“Alright, Freddy. You may take your bride home after checking out with the clerk,” Dr. Miles says, maintaining an eye on me as he stuffs himself back in his tuxedo pants.

Did he say his bride ?

“Once you’ve paid the full price, she will obey all of your commands. You may try some now.”

The old man that fucked my ass straightens his bowtie, but leaves his flaccid little dick hanging out of his trousers. “Stand up,” he says, stroking his salt and pepper beard.

I slide off the table and focus over his shoulder, trying to keep my giant breasts from heaving too much to let the men know how terrified I am. Given how large they are, I almost tip forward, but maintain my balance and straighten my spine.

“Get on your knees.”

A part of my brain lights up and makes me do so with little effort, but I can override the command if I wanted. This much I know. That blue injection… Is that what makes me obey them?

“Clean me up, you naughty girl.” The old man lays his slippery cock on my nose and I lift my face to suckle the underside of the shaft, then swab it a little with my tongue. “Get in there. My taint. My ass, doll. Stick your face in there.”

Dr. Miles watches carefully, as if he’s suspicious of my movements. Without hesitation, I lean into Freddy’s crotch and stroke him with care, cleaning up his ass soaked dick. Despite my belly, threatening to lurch with disgust, I maintain a neutral face.

“That’s a good girl. Can I pee in her mouth, too?” He asks, and my eyes widen.

The gesture does not go unnoticed by the doctor. “You disgust me. She is not just a toy . She’s a creation! Not some toilet to be pissed in.”

Freddy waves his hands in the air. “Fine, fine. I won’t do that.” But when his dark eyes gleam down on me, I know he doesn’t mean it.

With a tiny snarl, Dr. Miles waves him toward a door that has a glowing exit sign above it.

“Arise, little girl. Let’s go.” When I do, he juts out an elbow and forces my hand to take hold of his bicep.

A hint of gin assaults my nostrils when he leans over to whisper, “I think I’ll name you Candy. Because you’re so sweet.”

My lips almost roll up with disgust, but I stare straight ahead. The scar trailing down the scientist’s face scrunches as he scans my frame, most of it hidden beneath mammoth tits and a fluffy petticoat.

Teetering on my Mary Janes, I follow beside Freddy toward the back door, my asshole puckered in on itself from the violation I received. Once we reach the empty hallway, coated in red brocade wallpaper, Freddy gives one last look at the room filled with other women and disgusting buyers behind us.

“Don’t worry, Candy. You’ll get drinks of my piss every morning and love it. Nod if you agree.”

With a stutter in my heartbeat, I move my head into a slight affirmation.

“From now on, you’ll be my little Candy doll. Only twelve years old, okay? That’s why we have to put it in your ass, so that we don’t get my little girl pregnant.”

He must really be trying to make me vomit, but I maintain a firm gaze on the horizon. At the end of the long stretch we approach another black door that leads us into a white, sterile room with signs pointing to a Check Out area and beyond, a metal door that could be my way out.

Breaths come more freely as we approach. On the side are windows where a few women sit on stools and Freddy drags me over to one.

As soon as the man releases my hand and reaches for his wallet in his back pocket, I take off in a sprint. For some reason, I cannot speak, but a silent scream rips through my throat.

“Stop! What are you doing? Candy! Don’t move!” Freddy yells.

My brain tells me to obey, but I shake my head and keep moving.

It’s so difficult to operate this new body; everything feels foreign and disjointed. But I have to find the way out.

The bright lights in the hall change to a flashing red as a blaring alarm rings through the atmosphere, almost deafening me. I cover my ears with my hands, then shove a hip into the door bar to rush outside.

Busting through the door, I scramble to take in my surroundings. Brick alley of tall buildings. Metal fire escapes. Puddles of rain from the pouring storm above me that soak my now blonde hair into waves. It’s dark, desolate. Other than dumpsters, nothing else seems to be near.

I can’t remember the last time I saw the sky, but now it’s ferocious. Maybe it missed me as much as I did it.

I pick the direction to my right and head that way, running as fast as my elongated legs will allow. Figures emerge from the door I left and I hurry to the end of the alley as they search for me. Yells and splashes follow, echoing off the walls, creating a disorienting effect.

Freedom is only a few feet in front of me, but when I reach it, I make a silent cry. It’s a fence. Too high for me to climb. Nowhere to go under. Defeated, I turn and face my chasers, a group of security guards.

Am I resigned to this fate?

A small staircase leads underground and ends with a tiny metal door just to my left. I hurry down the steps and hope that I can enter it without my posse following. When I grip the handle, it gives and I toss it open, then hurriedly slam it shut.

My heart sinks.

The area I’m in looks familiar, like the labs I was transformed in. Though the red lights are still flashing at regular intervals here, the alarm has been silenced. With a hand tucked into the stitch in my side, I amble away from where the guards may enter, trying to find a spot to hide.

But as I round the corner, my breath halts in my lungs.

Dr. Miles stands at the other end of a hallway, leaning against the wall, one leg tucked up and his arms crossed over his broad chest. With the crimson waves flashing over him and the tilt of his head, his scar appears like it’s freshly cut, making his face look like he’s bleeding. And his eyes narrow as he spots me.

When I jerk to run away, I heard one command. “Freeze.”

I do.

Every synapse stops its messaging. Muscles grind to a halt. Even my panting breaths crystalize in my chest.

The doctor holds up a remote control, dangling it as if showcasing a new toy. “Your kill switch.”

With a strolling gait, he walks straight at me, stuffing the little box in his suit coat pocket. He stands before me with a slight smile on his face, an expression I have never seen him hold.

It’s absolutely terrifying.

“You are my most absolute perfect creation and do you know why, my doll?” He strokes his chin with a fist and pauses dramatically before continuing. “Let me show you why. Walk with me.”

My feet obey, but my brain is still trying to overcome his words. What if he truly hurts me? I think I may rather go with Freddy. If I’m traveling away from here, maybe there’s a better chance of escape. Perhaps he’s taking me back to my new husband?

Instead, we enter a lab room, probably one I’ve been in before. It contains a white leather examination chair in the center, with stirrups on the bent legs jutting out from the bottom. “Get in your chair.”

I do, all the while my voice wants to break free to scream. To resist. But my instinct to move the opposite as he tells me fails.

Once I’m strapped in, he lowers the top of my dress, exposing my nipples completely.

Then, he stands between my thighs and digs his girthy length from his trousers.

My pussy pulses at the sight of it, knowing how violated I felt earlier when he was inside.

Not because of him being there, but because of the orgasm he made me feel.

It felt like it wasn’t programming and I hated it.

He places a smooth palm under my chin and lifts my face to his, brushing his lips against mine as he thrusts inside with a grunt.

One of his fingers strokes my cheek as if he’s proud of his work.

His hips jut fervidly in and out of me, but every time he draws himself out, my pussy clamps down as if to pull him back in.

When he finally focuses his russet eyes, locking his gaze with mine, he says, “My perfect creation because, my doll, you are awake inside. But your body is obedient. You could override this. I know that now, but… You’re choosing not to .”

Then he presses his lips to mine and kisses me deeply. His wet tongue sweeps inside my mouth, violating the last part I thought I held back.

Is he right? Am I allowing this to happen?

Am I truly so far gone that I want him like this?

Pleasure rips through my body in shocking, cresting waves as he tweaks my nipple, his thickened dick surging inside of me, almost ready for his release.

An involuntary whimper escapes my throat as he twists the other, sending me into another body riveting orgasm.

Heated tears form in my eyes from the ecstasy that coats every nerve inside.

He stills within me, heaving a breath onto my bare chest. “The only sound a doll should make is to answer one question.” With a forceful grunt, he explodes deep inside of me, then grabs my face with both of his hands. “Do you love me?”

How long has it been since my voice was heard? Weeks? Months?

But the words are out of my mouth before I can even stop it from climbing out of my windpipe.

“Yes, master.”