Doll takes a deep breath, moving her head from side to side, probably to stretch her stiff neck. Cutting the plastic around her neck, I wrap my hands around it and massage her muscles. She freezes, her lips parting on a gasp when she feels hands on her throat, but she stays quiet. Her pulse pounds under my fingertips as I savor the smoothness of her skin.
“Good girl,” I whisper into her ear, relishing how her breath catches. Like a scared little bird. All mine. For a week. Only for a week. “You’ve done well, Doll. Relax now.”
Despite being tied up, having been tortured, and having a stranger’s hand wrapped around her neck, Doll relaxes. “Thank you, Master,” she repeats, her voice hoarse. I love when theirvoices go rough and tear-soaked from all the crying and screaming. It’s the best sound ever.
“You are very welcome, Doll.” Cutting through the shrink wrap on the upper part of her chest, I part it just enough so I can rub her shoulders. Her pleasured groan shoots straight into my cock; trouble waiting to happen.
I don’t fuck Dolls. Their mouths, yes, that’s necessary to make sure their blow job game is perfect, but for their cunts and asses, I use toys, because putting my dick into those holes makes me dangerously possessive, and I can’t afford to be possessive with Dolls sent to me for training. Each one’s a custom order, built to a client’s exact wishes. Irreplaceable. If I need to fuck someone, I can take from the lower ranks of Morozov’s trade, people sold off to brothels or small-time perverts, but Dolls are off limits.
Dolls are not for you, Mikhail.
My mother’s words ignite fury in me, and only Doll’s faint whimper makes me realize I’m squeezing too hard. I summon another memory instead. The crack of the hammer against my mother’s skull. The same hammer she’d used to smash my dolls. I mean, what was she expecting me to do? Thank her? She was a stupid cunt, but she couldn’t have been that stupid.
Doll is chewing on her lip again, her dainty teeth almost breaking the skin. I pull it free, then squeeze her chin. “Don’t do that,” I order roughly. “This body is not yours to damage.”
Her throat bobs. “I’m sorry, Master.”
She’s well-behaved, catching on to the rules fast. A stark contrast to the last Doll I had down here just a week ago—a defiant, ungrateful bitch who fought me for three whole days before lack of sleep and constant torture finally broke her. After that, I deserve a nice, soft Doll who will obey without a fight. Hopefully, I’m not wrong about her.
Her muscles tense, then loosen under my hands as I work down her shoulders. Later, I’ll do her back too, but right now,it’s just her front that’s available to me. A few more clips of the scissors reveal her beautiful tits to me. Customers are usually after the giant-titted Dolls so her small ones are a change, but a welcome one. Their size fits her delicate frame, making her look almost like a real toy. Perfect little doll for my big hands to play with.
For a week, I remind myself again. Just for a week.
A muffled whimper escapes her as I remove the electrode clamps from her nipples, but she stays remarkably still. No fighting, no begging. I like that.
Running my nose up her sternum, I kiss the dip between her collarbones, tasting her salty skin. I can almost hear her heart hammering against her rib cage, her chest heaving with sharp breaths. Her fear is intoxicating, stirring the urge to devour her—but I don’t want her passing out from panic. “Calm down. Slow breaths,” I command her as I kiss my way down to her nipple. Doll whimpers as I suck it into my mouth, tugging on her abused peak not so gently before moving to the other one. This time, Doll moans. I grin as I bite down on her nipple before soothing the sting with my tongue. “Are you horny, Doll? Would you like to come?”
“N-no…”
I expected the answer but it still irritates me. She should know better than to lie to me. With a flick of a button, I activate the electroshocks again, relishing how her scream rings out through the room, unimpeded by the tube gag. “No!” She writhes in her restraints, the loosened shrink wrap giving her a few inches of space to do so. I can’t have that, so I pin her down with a hand on her throat. “Please,” Doll whimpers before I squeeze and cut off her airflow.
“Did you just lie to your Master, Doll?” I ask, watching her mouth open and close as she struggles to breathe. “You should know I won’t tolerate that. I’ll give you one chance to fix yourmistake. Fail, and you’ll need more rounds of orientation to better learn the rules.”
Doll shakes her head the best she can with me holding her neck. Easing the pressure, I let air flow into her lungs, and she greedily draws it in, her pulse thundering beneath my fingers.
“No, please, Master,” she whimpers breathlessly. “I’m sorry I lied. Yes, I’m horny, and yes, I would like t-to… I-I would like to…come.” She whispers that last word so quietly I would miss it if I weren’t listening so intently. Interesting. Seems I have a shy one on my hands.
I know for a fact she’s not a virgin. We do occasionally get requests for virgin Dolls but that fact is clearly marked in their files, and any form of vaginal training is off the table with them. There was no such information on this Doll’s file, which means she must have had sex at some point. Not much of it, though, judging how incredibly tight her pussy felt when I lubed her up for the vibrator. The thought of those tight walls squeezing my cock nearly sends me to my knees.
No. No fucking the Doll, Mikhail.
“How many times have you had sex, Doll?” I find myself asking, my curiosity getting the better of me. It’s risky because I have no way to verify her answer, and if I don’t catch her lie, she will think she can get away with lying to me in other matters. I spoke before thinking, which isn’t like me.
“I, um…” She pulls her lower lip into her mouth again but remembers my earlier command and releases it before I can berate her. “I’m sorry, Master. I… Once. Just once.”
I should have taken off the blindfold to see the truth in her eyes. Did this beautiful thing really only have sex once? I find that difficult to believe. She might not have the curves most men want, but there’s an undeniable beauty about her. She must have had desperate men lining up to be with her. “Is that so?”
Her throat moves beneath my palm as she swallows. “Yes, Master. I’m not lying, I swear,” she adds frantically. “It was in high school and then I—”
I cut her off with a squeeze of her neck. “High school?” Motherfucking Anton! I told him kids are off limits. I might be a sick bastard but I don’t fucking hurt kids. This Doll better not be a high-schooler, though it’s difficult to say with how young she looks. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-one.”
I relax a fraction. Not a high school kid, then. She’s so tiny she looks much younger than she is. How no one bent her over and fucked that tight pussy in years is a mystery, but I guess it doesn’t matter. She’ll get plenty of fucking once she’s shipped off to her new Master and until then, I have work to do.
“Don’t move,” I warn her as I cut the plastic wrapped around her arm and carefully free her balled-up fingers. It’s a little touch, immobilizing someone’s fingers like that, but it works wonders. Before I started, Dolls would always claw at the wrap, focusing on tearing it instead of listening to the rules.
Doll’s fingers tremble as she carefully moves them. Working down from her shoulder, I massage her arm, wrist and hand, taking care to help her stretch her fingers. I could let her do it herself but, for the time being, she’s my doll to play with and only I decide what happens to her body.
