“You killed a complete stranger and used its corpse to get off just now,” I murmur. “Why? It’s not because I told you to do it, is it?”
“No,” she cries.
“Then what is it?”
“Because I don’t want her in your life anymore.”
I beam. “That’s right.”
I let go of the corpse’s hand and pinch the freak’s clit. The freak’s cunt tightens, inadvertently pushing the dead fingers out, and all that’s left is her gaping, drenched hole and my long cock. Tears stream down the freak’s face, and release bursts from her core, her pussy muscles constrict around me, and I pump my cock and choke the empty-headed twat until she blooms purple. Once I let go, she gasps, gratitude swelling in her eyes, and that submission, that utter obedience, pushes me to my limit, and I cum too. I spray her insides with my seed.
When Violet was born, I had no desire for her then, but I had a powerful instinct that she would grow up and be different from the rest. I haven’t installed the microchip yet, but I have no doubt she will do absolutely anything I want. She has already surpassed my expectations.
As I pull out, the freak whines incoherently. The cunt wants more, but I have two bodies to dispose of and patients to attend to. She’ll have to wait.
I dress myself. Blood dots the freak’s chin, and like an obedient cunt, she stays on her knees, positioned at my feet, ready to please me again. My commands, my pain, and my pleasure give her life.
One failed experiment down, six to go. Then the freak will truly have me all to herself.
I wipe my thumb across her chin, smearing a drop of blood. Then I press the finger between her lips. She greedily sucks, cleaning the failure’s life essence from me.
The freak wants to belong. To be loved. To be cherished.
And I will cherish her.
“You would do anything to keep me forever. To know your daddy wants you and only you,” I murmur.
The freak coos, nuzzling into my leg. I pat her head, and a relaxing warmth crawls over my chest.
“Don’t worry, sweet one,” I say. “You’re mine. Now and forever.”
And she’ll become a Living Doll before she can truly understand what forever means to me.
Chapter 29
Dr. Ambrose
The next few weeks fly by with ease. Knowing the freak is chained to the floor in my home office motivates me to end my shifts at the asylum early. Some days, I even assign Oliver my patients and duties for the entire day. I have more important matters to take care of with the freak, and I continue to trust Oliver with increasingly more tasks. Until the Living Doll product line at The Pure Companion Company is fully released and thriving, I will need to limit my time at the asylum to focus on the production process.
The asylum and the doll company will work in tandem; the asylum will provide additional specimens. Any patients with sexual behaviors embedded into their psyche like the freak will be especially valuable as raw materials to become our Living Dolls. The Founder has his own resources for gathering materials, but I have no doubt he’ll enjoy the asylum’s manufacturing potential.
Oliver will also spend a portion of his time with me at The Pure Companion Company. And once he finalizes the perfect microchip, I will have the perfect use for him. There have been a few times where patients have caused Oliver great pain, and during those times, he showed signs of both sadism and masochism. He will make an excellent Living Doll; I have no doubt our customers will bid highly for his ownership.
I haven’t implanted the newest chip into the freak’s brain. I will very soon, and I’m certain the Founder will be quite pleased with the results. She’s already such a submissive creature, ready to complete any of my demands with complete vigor.
But the freak will remain mine alone. Thus, once I’ve seen the transformation take effect in the freak, I will begin transforming a new final prototype. And if the Founder isn’t satisfied with the results, then I will experiment on the next specimen until we achieve perfection.
Oliver and I shake hands. He will finish the rest of his shift without me, but I will see him soon.
“Next week,” I say. “At the laboratory.”
Oliver nods. “I’m looking forward to it, Doctor.”
The drive home is excruciating; I’m so eager to return to my favorite experiment, it seems longer than usual. I drive, knowing the reward will come sooner than my overly excited nervous system realizes.
Tonight is the night.
The freak has never been my only offspring. I have always enjoyed breeding women and seeing how each of my children have flourished and failed. It’s been a guessing game whether they needed to be nurtured into deviance or if the depravity began at their core. Sometimes, after they became adults, I gave a nudge here, a push there, all through proxies who acted in my will. And other times, I gave complete distance until they reached the mature age of twenty-five, like I did with the freak.
