Page 9 of The Doll Factory (Horror Hotel)

The doctor removes his scrubs and my pulse rate speeds up, seeing his black, hairy chest and firm cock. He’s hard for me, as is Tim, as he sheds his boxers.

Dr. Miles slides underneath me and places me on his lap backward as he sits up against the headboard. Without any lube, he forces the head of his generous dick into my ass. A whimper is all I can make, but his hand grips my neck to choke the sound from me. “Dolls don’t make sounds.”

Tim strokes himself, glancing between me and the other woman as if deciding who he wants first. Dr. Miles thrusts slowly inside my back hole, the band of tightness around his thickness rubbed raw.

My husband climbs on top of the woman next to me and she latches her arms around his neck. He leans forward and whispers, “I need you, baby. Get my dick wet before I fuck her, too.”

She offers her body up for him. As he lines up, his eyes meet mine, then he plunges inside of her.

I wince at the sight. Tim was never one to stray. What happened? The vision of them making love is painful. Jealousy heating my insides.

Dr. Miles pulls me closer to him and whispers, “He doesn’t matter, doll. You’re mine. And I’ll prove it for all eternity.”

Tim’s grunts of passion grow louder, then he pulls out of her, swivels his hips and grabs mine. With a forceful thrust, he shoves inside me, filling me so full with Dr. Miles, working himself into a frenzy.

“Fuck! She was never this tight before.”

“You can’t have her back.”

Tim’s eyes narrow on my face as if he’s considering something, then flash to the other woman. “I don’t want her back.”

If only I could return to that blissful state of numbness in my mind, I wouldn’t hurt so much. Not just in my body, but in my heart and soul.

With great effort, I part my mouth and say, “Blue.”

Dr. Miles’ arm grips my waist tighter as he latches his lips against my neck and wails a cry of ecstasy. His cock throbs deep inside me as he erupts, hot liquid spewing filling my ass.

Tim’s face grows slack with pleasure. “Fuck… I gotta use my doll.” He tugs himself out of me and climbs on top of her again to finish himself, but Dr. Miles is already sliding my robe back over my shoulders and dressing.

Tim’s hips canter swiftly inside his doll and I stand at attention, waiting for my new master to give me some instruction.

Without warning, Dr. Miles pulls a shiny scalpel from his pocket and grips my husband’s hair, pulling it until his neck is lifted to the ceiling. Then, he stabs one side, slicing it across in a smooth motion.

If I could scream with horror, I would. Instead, I’m stuck in my resting position, arms at my sides and waiting for Dr. Miles.

Blood sprays in torrid waves across the woman’s face, chest, the bed, everywhere. Even on the scientist, who acts as if he completed a successful surgery.

“I must clean my hands and then we’re off.” Dr. Miles says, hurrying to the nearest bathroom. My husband’s limp and deceased figure falls on top of the other doll, who continues to lie in the same position she was, but her eyes are widened and focused on the ceiling like she died, too.

Frozen, I can only stare at the scene in front of me until the doctor’s footsteps approach. A sharp pinch invades my arm and when I glance down with my eyes, I spot a syringe filled with the heavenly blue liquid, the one that sends me into dissociation. Dr. Miles thrusts the plunger in slowly.

“Blue…for my doll.”

* * *

Straps surround my wrists and ankles. The lull of cloudy thoughts lingers as I awaken in a dark lab filled with green lights. I’m laying on a medical table, but one I haven’t seen before.

Silence fills the air for so long, I lift my head to find my master. When I do, everything in me wishes I hadn’t.

Along every wall are giant tubes filled with bubbles of neon colored liquid that flow upward in rapid waves. Behind them stand women with various tubes coming from every orifice they have that snake around their bodies. When I wonder if they are dead specimens, one blinks.

No…no…

“My doll. You were such a disappointment. So close to Mother, but not there, yet. I need to make one tweak on the next specimen to perfect it. I’m sure.

However, I can’t let you go. You’re mine from now until forever.

” Dr. Miles scoots between my legs and waves a palm toward the women in the tubes. “Do you like my doll collection?”

“No!” I scream, surprised by my own voice. The serum must have worn off. I fight against my binds, but Dr. Miles makes a soothing sound.

“Shh… You were almost perfect as you were. But now, you won’t have a choice.” He lifts a syringe of a thick oily substance, flicks the tip of the needle until it oozes, then rams it into my arm as I pant a protesting grunt.

The fluid enters my arteries like sludge filled with sharp glass. Pain sears through every nerve I own as my heart pumps it throughout my body. Everywhere it touches solidifies like metal.

Dr. Miles pulls his scrubs down, gives himself one stroke, then thrusts inside me.

For the first time, I see a tiny smile on the corners of his mouth.

“Yes, beautiful. Embalming fluid is just what you needed to stay with me. And you’ll remain in my collection forever.

” He grunts with every piston of his hips. “Oh my darling doll. I love you.”

My face locks in a terrified yell as I’m mummified alive.

My last thought is