Page 7 of The Doll Factory (Horror Hotel)

MILES

M y chest aches as I stare into her eyes, looking for any tinge of doubt.

Is it the programming? Or is it real?

“Do you want to stay with me?” I choke the words out past the lump in my throat. No one has ever wanted to. I’ve grown so used to locking them down to force their compliance. Acceptance has never been on the table.

Until now.

Her painted lip rolls between her bright white teeth as she gives me an almost imperceptible nod.

My softening cock is still lodged deep within her. “Then come for me again,” I whisper.

The bouffant coif of her hair barely ripples as her neck arches, the cords tightening into a silent moan while her magnificent pussy clamps and shudders over my sensitive glans.

She truly is perfect.

“There you are.” Frederick’s voice carries down into the operating room. “I see why she ran off. Did you train her to do that? Like a fucking Banksy doll?” He stomps closer, unphased by her panting climax.

“I didn’t have to teach her to do that. She made her choice.” I finally withdraw myself once the fierce grip of her inner muscles relaxes enough that I can free myself.

His nose turns up with his sneer. “Since when do they get a choice? That’s never been the deal.”

“It is if I say it is.” I tuck my flaccid dick into my tux pants. “Do you really want to have a conversation about what I can and cannot do around here? You know who my brother is.” I may not enjoy Andy’s company, but he will have my back.

“ Half- brother. You and I both know he’d rather be running around with his cock in your sister than worrying about what you’re doing.” Frederick reaches past me and unstraps my doll.

I let him. “We’ve all fucked my half- sister. It isn’t anything special.” I can’t resist reaching out to stroke my creation’s smooth skin. “But this one, she’s spectacular.”

“Yea,” Frederick grunts. “That's why I’ve already paid for her. She’s going home with me. I can’t wait to really see what she can do.”

“I’ve changed my mind. She isn’t for sale.” I’m keeping her.

He raises one bushy eyebrow, then glowers at me. “Like hell. I had to pay a lot of damn money for her.”

“You’ll get a full refund. I can promise that.” Cash is nothing to me. This line of work, we practically print it.

Yet he doesn’t stop, just curses the buckle he’s messing with.

“I’d rather have her. Do you know how rare it is to find someone who can come on command?

Her pussy is so tight, it’s like she really is twelve.

That’s priceless to me.” Sweat dots his forehead as he shifts himself between us with his body.

After he removes the last of her restraints, he jerks her to her feet. Fucker. He’s going to break her.

She’s mine.

But I don’t fight. My hands are finely tuned instruments, not blunt objects to be used in melee. Pulling out my phone, I saunter casually behind him and send Andy the code word.

Before Frederick has her to the end of the hall, it’s filled with the broad, hulking forms of six of the biggest hunters from the cabins.

They really do make the best bouncers, even if their intelligence is lacking.

I relish in the power to simply point towards their prey and they respond like the savage animals they are.

The high-pitched scream that Freddy loosens when they grab him in their meaty hands makes me giggle.

“I own her!” he howls as they drag him away.

“But I made her,” I whisper, taking her delicate fingers in mine. “And I’m never letting you go.”

“Thank you.” Her words come out quiet, yet the impact weighs heavily on me while I lead her to my quarters.

I’ve never had one choose me. There’s a strange feeling in my chest guiding her into my private space.

When she gets to the finely dressed mannequins, she pauses. “May I?” Her thin finger outstretched toward the ornate brocade dress.

“Even better. I want you to wear it. All of them.” With a broad gesture, I encompass my most prized dolls in their glorious attire.

Not the cheap lace and frills for the auction, these are the finest quality that have only brushed the skin of royalty.

“This one,” I say reverently as I pull her near. “Is my favorite. I’d like you to wear this one first, then lie in my bed.”

The worn velvet crushes between my fingers. Stroking the memories, my touch dances over the missing pearl on the lapel, the faded eyelets and the stained pocket.

“Master?” Her brow raises. “How do I get it off of her without damaging it?”

“Don’t worry, I’m well practiced at taking Mother’s dress off.” I shift the desiccated arm, careful not to dislocate the shoulder again. The brittle hair has wrapped on one of the ivory buttons, causing me to pause in my efforts to open the zipper along Mother’s exposed spine.

“Sometimes she’s shy. She should know better.” Anger at the defiance wells into a poisoned pool within me. With frustration in my movement, I tear the damn clasp free of the material.

“There.” Mother’s barren corpse, shriveled and threaded with gilded lines, sits back in her rightful place between the plastic faces of my other elegant displays.

My perfect plaything has already disrobed, standing before me in her divine nudity, so close to the woman who raised me, it makes my cock harden. How many times can I orgasm in a single day?

For this beauty? Indefinitely.

“Careful, don’t force your arm through. Yes. Just like that. Push your breasts up in the bustier. Ah, delicious.” Guiding her into the thin dress stokes a violent need to pull out my erection.

The pale globes nearly spill over the top of the hem, straining the threadbare fabric.

“Look at you. Turn for me. Pretend you’re on a dais.” I take a step away to get the full experience.

She rises to her tiptoes and slowly pivots with such grace. I briefly wonder if she was a dancer in her previous life.

Quite fortuitous.

“Raise your arms out.” She extends them out to the sides, forming her lithe body into a cross.

Hmm. “No, like one of the porcelain figurines. Straight out front.”

When she does as I asked, my fist finds my hard length, and I pump myself, watching her slowly spin. “You’re the first one, you know?” My breath comes in rapid pants when I reach out to touch her velvety sleeve.

“I am, Master?” Her big eyes follow me through her turn.

“Yes.” My word comes out almost a hiss. “You’re the first I’ve ever considered keeping as a replacement.” I jut my chin towards my mother’s empty eye sockets, watching me with her same hollow look of disdain.

Fuck her.

I have.

So much that her pelvic floor rotted out from the constant pool of cum I left. I’ve learned to rotate to slits between her ribs to disperse the damage. Just the thought of it makes my testes tighten with imminent need.

“On your back, dolly.” I grunt out as my palm quickens. “Careful of the dress.”

She complies, but with a tinge of fear lingering in her eyes. Shuffling herself from the edge, she leans back, flattening her palms on the mattress.

“No, raise those fingers to the wall, nice and stiff. Be my porcelain angel.” The frantic need to come in her has me crawling to my knees between her thighs.

She looks just like Mother, stretched out and frozen in place.

Sinking myself in a single motion, her tight pussy embraces my throbbing cock as if it was made for it.

Her full bottom lip drops, forming an “O” with her lush mouth.

I’m on the edge. Every nerve ending is burning, every muscle in my body clenches with a level of intensity I haven’t felt in years.

Thrusting into her is a version of heaven I never knew existed.

The dress rubs against my abdomen, bringing back the violence of my first time I felt it.

Raw anguish, loathing, and triumph mixes into a potent nectar.

I’ve done it. I’ve created the final version. A better one.

“Do it. Come for me,” I pant as the first ripples of ecstasy crash through me.

With titanic force, her prime pussy locks down on my spurting cock and squeezes every drop out of me.

My thighs quiver and lose all function until I collapse over her. Spasms rock through her inner muscles, making me jerk with every clench.

Stars burst behind my eyes. Rolling off her, I throw my elbow over my face in a pitiful attempt to block the offensive lights.

I know letting her stay here while I sleep. I’m breaking all of my own rules, but I don’t care.

She’s perfection personified.

And she’s mine.