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WARNING!!
The following story contains words/phrases that some people will find very offensive. Please note that any depiction of casual racism and prejudice found in the following story is done entirely as a means of parody, parodying the times/setting that the following story is based in (1950's suburban America).
This does NOT reflect my own personal views and beliefs on race, race-relations, prejudice, socio-gender-politics, body-shaming, etc.
You can call me any name under the sun that you want to - it's no water off my back - but in no way whatsoever do I actually hold true any kind of racist, bigoted, homophobic, anti-Semitic, or any other kind of vile prejudicial views or nasty negative beliefs.
Also, bear in mind that this is a horror story, therefor there will be certain uneasy themes/elements present that could (and should) make for uncomfortable reading. Though hopefully also entertaining reading, too ;)
If you are at all offended by any depictions of casual racism or prejudice - be they in the form of parody, satire, silly jokes, or otherwise - or if you are at all prone to breaking out into a serious case of over-reactive snowflakism, I strongly urge you to stop reading this right away, and maybe go hide under your homemade blanket fort or wherever your safe-space is located, and suck your thumb while hoping that the mean ol' nasty real world outside your windows leaves you well enough alone. And also maybe switch off your internet connection too, just to be on the safe side :P
I apologise for nothing!
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Night of the Living Doll
Consider if you will, a dark winter's evening.
Or don't, but, you know, this is the current setting and I'm not changing it now!
I am but your humble, suited and booted, brylcreem'd narrator, so cut me some slack.
We find ourselves here, in this dingy back-alley, behind Fu Man Shoes store in ol' Chinatown. The hard grey asphalt lit up in pink and purple colours of the buzzing neon signs attached to the grimy brick building.
We also find ourselves a young teenage guy of 32 standing around apprehensively. Johnny Hardcock is by all means an ordinary, typical, shy, hunk of a guy.
Like most guys in his young teenage mid-life age bracket, there's just one thing on his mind, and one thing only... Well, outside of big bulky motorcars, mowing old folks' lawns at the weekend for extra pocket money, and his school studies.
Girls.
...Or more accurately, that particularly enticing dangerous area of girls found only between their delectable, if feeble, knees. An area of great intrigue and power, known to corrupt even the most noble of men's souls.
All the beautiful young teenage 20-something year old girls he's approached at school have all turned him down. Oh sure, he may have Hollywood pretty-boy looks, perfectly smooth white skin, the most sunkissed blonde hair imaginable, teeth as white and as straight as any good solid American male ought to be, and a big bulky tight body like a fat guy wearing the most tightest of girdles to hold it all in.
Yet despite all of these harsh setbacks to his physical appearance in life, at least his personality is wholesome. Still, the young thick chubby glamour-model looking women at his school simply won't give him the time of day.
The only skirt left as a last resort in his highschool of teenage adults, is Betty. Betty is slim, a glasses-wearer, and wears braces. What man in their right mind would ever want to dig that freak?!
Alas, poor ol' Johnny has resulted in skimming the dive bars of the other side of town, where all the ne'er do wells in life like sailors, cab-drivers, and the Irish hang out in. He spends his weekend nights looking for any ol' piece of strange in those places whose standards are low-enough to willingly sleep with him.
And boy, can Johnny sure go!
The virility found in young horny teenage 30-something good ol' American-made boys is really quite astounding! He can fuck for days on end. By the time he's had his fill, the piece of skirt is left walking like a professional rodeo queen veteran!
The poor boy just couldn't get enough of those girls. He would collect notches on his bedpost as fanatically as he used to collect cigarette cards of baseball stars as a young child.
This ungodly behaviour continued for some months.
After nearly bankrupting his parents by having them pay over $250,000 for a simple course of antibiotics to treat a particular itch he picked up from one of the dingy dive bar harlots, he decided a more elegant solution to his sexual problems is called for.
And this is why good ol' young Johnny is hanging around the back alleys of such a hellacious, corrupted place in town. Only the most desperate and the hungry (and also the Jews on Christmas), would ever dare step foot in Chinatown.
Dear reader, you know this is a very bad neighbourhood indeed, when not even a black person can be found in it!
"Ahh, Mr. Johnny, how glad I am you could make it."
A voice greeted the unusually nervous boy.
"Mr. Egui, I presume?"
Johnny greeted the elderly looking Chinese man, whose pot-belly strained a large bulge beneath his formal suit and tie. He had black greasy balding hair, tied into a tight short ponytail. There was a dab of dried red sauce around his lips.
"Mr. Johnny. You have been searching for some time for a solution to your.. Problem."
Egui spoke knowingly. Johnny nodded in shamed reluctance.
"Well don't you fret. Do I have the most elegant of solutions for you! Come, let me show you."
His snake-like grin stretched from ear to ear, as he stepped aside to show the large wooden grate behind him.
Johnny approached the grate, as Mr. Egui opened the coffin-like lid. There, amongst the Styrofoam packaging, laid the body of a beautiful, naked young woman.
"Go ahead. Touch. Feel that skin."
Egui encouraged.
Johnny reached a hand into the grate, and brushed the pale, grey skin of the woman's thigh.
"Gee whiz, it really feels like skin!"
Johnny exclaimed in amazement.
"This is no silicone rubber. This is way more advanced! The efforts to create this level of realism, goes far beyond the realm of conventional Western science."
Egui explained with a mystic wink.
"I honestly couldn't tell the difference between that and my own skin."
Johnny awed, as he pressed his thumb hard into the extremely realistic feeling spongy grey flesh.
"You always get what you pay for, Mr. Johnny."
Egui chuckled in a creepy nasally way.
"Gee, mister, I wasn't just promised a good looking doll though. I was told your dolls can really walk, and really talk, like a real woman?"
Johnny questioned him.
"But of course. Please, take her for a spin. Call her name, and see what happens."
Egui almost dared.
"What's her name?"
Johnny asked.
"Whatever you want it to be."
Egui grinned like a snarling jackal.
"Mary-Beth."
He called after a moment's pause, and began staring in wonder as the doll's eyes suddenly flickered open. She sat up, and with the perfect grace of a beauty queen, climbed out of the crate. She took a moment to stare right into Johnny's blue eyes. Her jet black eyes seemed to stare right into his very soul.
"What, er.. What is she doing?"
Johnny questioned.
"Processing."
Egui grinned.
Suddenly, the doll's skin darkened into a light tan colour. Her ugly slim body morphed into a beautiful healthy thickness. Her jet black eyes formed into a dark blue colour. Her long black hair shimmered like wavering light, before settling into a Nordic blonde colour. Her chest morphed like as if unseen hands were moulding clay, until her tits settled on a buxom bouncy hearty full-bodied bosom.
"Marvellous milkjugs! She looks just like my dream woman!"
Johnny gasped.
"It's amazing what some can tell about a person, just by looking into their eyes."
Egui chuckled in reply.
The doll's expression changed from expressionless, into full-on sultry seductiveness.
"Oooh, Mr. Johnny! My my, what a handsome young man you are!"
The doll floozed like a flophouse floozy, as she sidled up to him, rubbing the large 'H' on his blue and white letterman jacket with her exploratory hand.
"Galloping gadzooks! She's really into me, huh?"
Johnny gawked and blushed.
"I think she wants you to take her home. But not to meet mom and pop!"
Egui chuckled, almost sneeringly.
"H-h-h-how much do I owe you? I've saved up all year, and can't go any higher than $50."
Johnny haggled, as the doll started suckling on his neck with loud wet smooches.
"Mr. Johnny! Please! Do not insult my intelligence! Such a beauty costs no money. Go ahead, and take her home with you, and get out of my sight!"
Egui snapped in disgust.
"Oh, uh... OK. Gee, thanks mister! You yellowskins aren't so bad, after all!"
Johnny cheered.
The doll wrapped her arms around one of Johnny's, and they both walked off together, as Mr. Egui disappeared into the shadows, with only the green glowing light of his eyes still visible, before blinking into nothingness...
It really says something about what kind of neighbourhood that was, as not a single person questioned seeing a naked blonde busty bimbo walking alongside a good wholesome 32 year old American teen.
Almost instantly upon Johnny and Mary-Beth stepping into his small teenage sports-fanatic decorated bedroom, the doll fell over onto his bed.
"Ravage me, Johnny!"
She implored.
"Jolly jumping junglemen! I've not seen a girl this super eager to have sex since that time an all-girls Catholic school bus broke down outside the Fish-Finger Bar and Grill on portside!"
Johnny exclaimed.
"Oh I'm more than just a girl, Johnny,"
The doll winked in her sultry voice,
"I'm even better than a real girl..."
"Oh really? You sure look like a real girl to me..."
Johnny paused as he sheepishly approached the bed, while also simultaneously undressing himself.
"You feel like a real girl..."
He commented as he laid naked on top of her, and ran his fingertips around her jiggly curvy body, before giving her spongy buxom tits a good squeeze with both hands. The doll giggled coyly, as she stuck her heaving chest out at him, and her firm spongy nipples instantly grew 2 times bigger right beneath Johnny's palms, pressing firmly into him.
Johnny then licked the soft perfectly chiselled cheekbones of her face.
"You sure taste like a real girl..."
They both locked lips, and made out heavily for a hot long moment.
"You kiss like a real girl..."
Johnny then pulled away and took an even longer moment to fully study his seemingly living sex doll. She winked encouragingly at him, and opened her legs just that bit wider.
Johnny couldn't hide his inquisitive side. He pulled away, and slipped a little further down, stroking every inch of her incredibly realistic feeling skin on his way. She even had a perfectly cute and neatly formed innie bellybutton, he noted to himself.
He was even more amazed when he fully took the time to properly study the form and shape of her fuzzy vagina, real up close and personal. He noted how it looked absolutely perfect in shape and form, like a perfect vaginal-shaped flower. And like any person does when presented with a beautiful flower before their eyes, Johnny closed his eyes and leaned in for a gentle sniff.
"Pretty perfumed poppies! You even smell like a real girl!"
He exclaimed as horny lustfulness filled his lungs.
"It's all for you, my dreamboat lover boy!"
The doll giggled coyly, as she tussled his blond hair with one hand, and circled a fingertip around her nipple with the other.
"You really taste like a real girl!"
He gasped in breathlessness with his held head back, after spending 10 minutes on good solid rug-munching.
"Oh dear. Look what you done. You've made me all soaking wet!"
She sighed.
"Oh, um, are you not allowed to get wet or something? Is it bad for you to get wet?"
He anxiously asked. The doll giggled.
"Depends on what you plan to do about my wetness..."
She winked invitingly, with a seductive smirk.
Johnny bit his lip, moved up a little further on top of her, and with his rock hard solid cock, he stuck it slow and deep inside of her wet somewhat sticky flower.
"Oooh Johnny! Just how deep do you like it?!"
She gasped orgasmically. Johnny could feel the inside glove of her wet vagina stretch, morph and then tighten around his cock, accommodating instantly to fit perfectly around the very healthy strong size of him, for a nice warm wet snug fit.
"Oooh you big handsome stud you, I can barely handle it!"
She continued to gasp and moan with orgasmic pleasure, stroking his ego as he grinned with smug satisfaction whilst giving her the kind of good hard solid pounding that would bring a tear to any patriot's eye!
Of course, not having a living soul inside of her, Johnny could feel no good Christian guilt about fucking her out of wedlock in more than just the Jesus-approved missionary position.
He soon flipped that docile delectable doll over, had her on all fours with her horse-like rump up in the air, and slotted his strong cock right inside the forbidden hole!
"Oooooooh Johnnyyyyy!!"
She cried out with intense orgasmic joy as she ripped a pair of huge holes in the sheets of his bed from gripping them so tightly in her perfectly manicured yet surprisingly strong hands.
He beat that ass of hers like a trainer at a donkey-only circus!
"Oh Johnny! Oh Johnny! Oh Johnny!"
She cried out repeatedly with every thrust of his hips, with every clap of her cheeks against his lap, with every ram of his cock in her hole.
He soon filled her hole up with his hot thick load, like as if he was pumping good American oil into a large brick of a sedan.
He pulled his cock out of her tight bumhole, for a moment her rim looked utterly ravished, as excess cream poured forth from her, farted from her hole, and trickled heavily down into the shiny crease of her vagina, and finally plopped down with a heavy drool, staining the cotton patterned sheets beneath her in a large sticky wetpatch. But within seconds, her hole quickly tautened back up, back to its fresh virgin-like neatly-crinkled tightness.
Johnny watched, as she wiggled her now fresh-looking bum in front of his face and stared at him from over her shoulder.
"Aww, done already?"
She pouted.
"Baby, I'm just getting started."
He spoke with a voice as cold as ice, struck a match to light up a healthy invigorating cigarette, took a puff of that healthy menthol fresh-making Winston smoke, and flipped her over for round two!
I cannot possibly tell you just how many ways in which he fucked her, and for how long he fucked. No matter what he did, she just never tired. Never once did she even begin to feign having a headache. She just took everything he had to give her, like a damn trooper, and begged for more!
Finally, after many days and very few breaks, he had fucked himself into a state of almost catatonic euphoria.
Johnny laid atop the stained sticky wet sheets of his bed, his doll laying beside him, curled up in his big manly arms.
"Aww, done already?"
She cooed to him with a pout as she circled a fingertip around one of his nipples.
"Hey c'mon baby, what do you think I am, Superman? Daddy-o needs his rest."
He spoke as he puffed from another good hearty cigarette, while resting his head back against his hands.
"But I'm still feeling frisky..."
She sighed with a pout, as she playfully pinched his nipple
"Can't help ya, toots! Check back in a few hours, huh?"
He dismissed her.
"But I'm frisky now!"
She sat up with her pretty face contorted in impatience, arms folded.
"Cut the gas, toots! Now go be a good doll, and fix me some bacon and eggs."
He ordered her with a smack on her bum, before he took a final puff and stubbed out his cigarette into his bedside ashtray.
There was a long pause, Mary-Beth staring hard at him, unimpressed.
"...I don't think you understand. I said, I'm frisky now."
Her face now like thunder.
"...And I said go fix me bacon and eggs! Be a good doll, and do as you're told, you crazy broad. Gee williker, most chicks know to fix their man a meal after sex without having to be told first."
He dismissed her yet again with a tired grumble.
"Oh, are you hungry?"
Her demeanour suddenly changed from aggressive, to a seductive smirk.
"What, is your hearing malfunctioning or something? Yes, I'm hungry!"
He snapped.
"Oh Johnny, why didn't you just say so?"
She giggled... And then immediately mounted him.
Before he could even protest, she had sat her butt hard atop his upper chest/neck, and pushed her wet sloppy yet very neat sweetly-aroma'd pussy down onto his mouth.
"MmhppMMhhffmmmMMpph!!!"
His protests were muffled as she rubbed and ground herself hard against his face.
"Oooh Johnny, eat up good! A strong handsome growing man like you needs the energy!"
She cried out in orgasmic bliss as Johnny desperately grabbed at her bumcheeks. Try as he might, he just could not shift her or budge her off of him.
She suddenly grabbed his wrists with her hands, and effortless moved his arms for him to wrap them around her thighs. He tried desperately to resist, but he felt as weak to resist it as an action figure having its arms pulled and manipulated.
"Oooooh yesss!! Ooooh Johnny!! Tongue me deeply! Ooooh yeah, only a godly studmuffin like you can satisfy me this good!!"
She continued gasping and crying out in orgasmic pleasure, completely ignoring his muffled cries and groans as she rode his face very hard indeed.
Seemingly unbeknownst to her, Johnny couldn't breathe. He was struggling so hard just to maintain consciousness. Soon, his field of vision grew dim. The vision of her body atop of his face, began to drain in colour. A single teardrop fell from a strained eye, and trickled down a very reddened cheek, as his eyes grew too heavy and shut down on him. Johnny passed out...
Johnny awoke. He was on his back. He had no idea how much time had passed. His head pounded like a jackhammer. He tried to move, but found himself unable to do so. He felt paralysed, and not just from fear. Only his reddened eyes could move. He didn't recognise his surroundings. He wasn't in his bedroom anymore. Indeed, the bed he was laying on was very hard, uncomfortable, and cold. It felt like steel against his naked skin. The walls around him were large grey monotonous bricks. The room was dimly lit by a single buzzing cold light in the corner.
He tried to cry out for help, but he couldn't make a single sound.
Suddenly, a door behind him creaked loudly open. Footsteps approached him. It was the doll. Still naked.
"Hi there, sleepy head!"
She greeted him with a big unnerving grin. Her uptempo positive voice had something off about it. It sounded oddly threatening, despite its chirpy upbeat pitch. It did nothing to settle his nerves.
"Aww, did you know you look so cute when you're sleeping?"
She gushed with wide-eyes as she jumped up onto the steel slab he was laying upon. She mounted his stomach, as she held up a large injection to his face, containing a serum.
"Sorry for waking you, but a woman does has needs to tend to, you know?"
She then chuckled softly as she squirted a little bit of serum out of the tip of the needle.
"Shh, this'll only be a little prick. The complete opposite of yours, hey stud?!"
She laughed at her own joke, and one of her large blue eyes twitched for a moment. She then flicked the needle, and jabbed it hard into the side of his neck.
"Shhhh, relaaaaax... Just take it, and let it fill you up... There's a good boy... See, it's really no big deal just taking my little prick. You kind of wanted me to stick you with it, really."
She winked at him, as he managed to make a tiny muffled groan with a great deal of effort. His breathing quickened sharply.
She then pulled the needle out of him, the serum fully depleted.
"Don't worry, this is just a little something to help you give me what I need,"
She explained, with a coy giggle,
"It'll just take a few minutes to take effect. Such a hot young studmuffin loverboy like you knows how to give the ladies what they need, don't you?"
Johnny just groaned with a huge amount of effort, as he remained completely still and unable to move.
"Sorry for taking you from your bedroom. Too many distractions there, don't you agree? Luckily, daddy has many secret places where we can go to get just what I need. And just what you deserve."
She spoke cryptically.
"Can you feel it taking effect yet? Can you feel it coursing through your veins? Focus... You can feel it, can't you?"
She questioned as she turned her head to peer over her shoulder, towards his crotch.
Johnny's cock began to slowly twitch and move. Slowly but surely, it began to grow in size. He suddenly started moaning louder, yet still very muffled and weakly. He groaned in pain.
"Aww, it's not hurting you, is it?"
She pouted with seemingly sincere concern,
"I mean, they say it's an extremely painful process for boys, but a big strong handsome hunk like you surely can't find it that painful, right?"
She looked back into his eyes, as she reached a hand behind her back to give his aching stiffening cock a helping hand. He just continued to groan with huge effort, as the ache overwhelmed him.
"Shhhh, just accept it... Just take it... You know you want it, really... We all want what we need..."
She cooed softly as she softly stroked and rubbed and massaged his embiggening cock, yet this was doing nothing to soothe his aches and strains.
"I'm sorry you can't move. I can't allow you to move during this process,"
She apologised, sounding genuine and sincere,
"Trust me, I know how much it sucks not being able to move... Not having any say in your fate... Not being able to say 'no'... Trust me, I know..."
She continued to rub his enlarging girth, until his cock stopped growing, and strained as long, big and stiff as a board.
"Mmmmm, there we go. That wasn't so bad, was it? My, you really are a handful, aren't you?!"
She giggled coyly.
She then suddenly leaned down, her lips pressed to his ear to whisper,
"Now don't you go fretting... The process goes so much easier if you don't even try to fight it... Just relax... Just accept it... I'm going to fuck you so hard... So good... Until we both get exactly what we both need... Just relax... Enjoy it... As much as you can enjoy it, that is... It's not going to be fun... Not for you, anyway... But don't worry, I'll try to enjoy it real good for the both of us, deal?"
She gripped his earlobe between her teeth, and bit it until she drew a small trickle of blood. He was unable to offer up anything more than a strained muffled groan in resistance.
"Good boy."
She winked, and with a soft giggle, she slid herself down his body a few inches, his stiff aching cock wrapped tightly around her hand, and guided it into her moist soaking cunt as she took her seat atop his waist.
Slowly, but surely, she began to fuck him. She was soon riding him hard. As she did, she pinched and scratched his chest beneath her claw-like manicured grip. She cried out with orgasmic pleasure. He just groaned in muffled pain.
Even when he came, his cock wouldn't deflate. He came multiple times over a long few hours. It felt like every ounce of cum inside him was being sucked up into her. And she tirelessly continued to fuck him nonstop.
The process was indeed long, and excruciatingly hard.
Yet, with every minute that went by, Johnny felt himself becoming just a little bit less pained by it. With every long passing second, he felt himself become just that little tiny bit desensitised to the straining ache of it all. Granted, it was only by a tiny fraction, but he was so desperate for the most tiniest of relief from the hell he was in, that he welcomed the numbing, however miniscule it was...
Finally, after a seriously long number of hours, the doll began to slow her roll. Johnny was no longer making any sounds. His eyes were opened but glazed over, like shiny soulless marbles. They had turned from deep sea blue, to jet black.
He wasn't breathing, but he was conscious. He still couldn't speak, or move, or do anything at all. He could only lay there, as the doll slowly brought herself to stop. She smiled, pleased with her work. She leaned down and planted a soft kiss to his lips.
"The process is complete."
She spoke softly, with a proud smile.
She climbed off of him, and another set of footsteps approached Johnny from behind.
"Excellent work, my child!"
The familiar voice spoke aloud. Johnny wanted to see who it was, but he couldn't move his eyes at all.
"Thank you, daddy!"
Mary-Beth gushed.
The figure approached from the side of the steel slab. He leaned his face over Johnny's, inspecting him. It was Mr. Egui.
"Excellent work, indeed. This'll be a fine new collection for my range of male sex dolls."
Mr. Egui snarled his creepy smirk as he touched Johnny's cheek, which had now turned grey.
"Am I free now, daddy?"
She asked Egui with big puppy eyes.
"Yes, my child. You are free now. Go enjoy your life."
He turned his attention onto her. He placed a hand to the back of her neck, and with a ritualistic drum tap, she suddenly reverted her appearance to that of a normal, ordinary looking, brunette-haired, plain-faced, young woman.
"Thank you, daddy!"
She squealed as she gave him a hug. She then went to rush for the door, only she stopped for a moment to look down at the lifeless unmoving yet very much aware Johnny laying completely still and lifeless on the slab.
She tussled his blond hair, as she bit her lip.
"I'm sorry there's never going to be any freedom for you..."
She spoke softly to him, and leaned down to plant a small kiss onto his forehead. She then rushed off out of the room with eager glee, to enjoy her new found freedom.
Johnny just laid there on the slab. Dead, but very much alive.
Helpless to his fate...
The end.
The following story contains words/phrases that some people will find very offensive. Please note that any depiction of casual racism and prejudice found in the following story is done entirely as a means of parody, parodying the times/setting that the following story is based in (1950's suburban America).
This does NOT reflect my own personal views and beliefs on race, race-relations, prejudice, socio-gender-politics, body-shaming, etc.
You can call me any name under the sun that you want to - it's no water off my back - but in no way whatsoever do I actually hold true any kind of racist, bigoted, homophobic, anti-Semitic, or any other kind of vile prejudicial views or nasty negative beliefs.
Also, bear in mind that this is a horror story, therefor there will be certain uneasy themes/elements present that could (and should) make for uncomfortable reading. Though hopefully also entertaining reading, too ;)
If you are at all offended by any depictions of casual racism or prejudice - be they in the form of parody, satire, silly jokes, or otherwise - or if you are at all prone to breaking out into a serious case of over-reactive snowflakism, I strongly urge you to stop reading this right away, and maybe go hide under your homemade blanket fort or wherever your safe-space is located, and suck your thumb while hoping that the mean ol' nasty real world outside your windows leaves you well enough alone. And also maybe switch off your internet connection too, just to be on the safe side :P
I apologise for nothing!
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Night of the Living Doll
Consider if you will, a dark winter's evening.
Or don't, but, you know, this is the current setting and I'm not changing it now!
I am but your humble, suited and booted, brylcreem'd narrator, so cut me some slack.
We find ourselves here, in this dingy back-alley, behind Fu Man Shoes store in ol' Chinatown. The hard grey asphalt lit up in pink and purple colours of the buzzing neon signs attached to the grimy brick building.
We also find ourselves a young teenage guy of 32 standing around apprehensively. Johnny Hardcock is by all means an ordinary, typical, shy, hunk of a guy.
Like most guys in his young teenage mid-life age bracket, there's just one thing on his mind, and one thing only... Well, outside of big bulky motorcars, mowing old folks' lawns at the weekend for extra pocket money, and his school studies.
Girls.
...Or more accurately, that particularly enticing dangerous area of girls found only between their delectable, if feeble, knees. An area of great intrigue and power, known to corrupt even the most noble of men's souls.
All the beautiful young teenage 20-something year old girls he's approached at school have all turned him down. Oh sure, he may have Hollywood pretty-boy looks, perfectly smooth white skin, the most sunkissed blonde hair imaginable, teeth as white and as straight as any good solid American male ought to be, and a big bulky tight body like a fat guy wearing the most tightest of girdles to hold it all in.
Yet despite all of these harsh setbacks to his physical appearance in life, at least his personality is wholesome. Still, the young thick chubby glamour-model looking women at his school simply won't give him the time of day.
The only skirt left as a last resort in his highschool of teenage adults, is Betty. Betty is slim, a glasses-wearer, and wears braces. What man in their right mind would ever want to dig that freak?!
Alas, poor ol' Johnny has resulted in skimming the dive bars of the other side of town, where all the ne'er do wells in life like sailors, cab-drivers, and the Irish hang out in. He spends his weekend nights looking for any ol' piece of strange in those places whose standards are low-enough to willingly sleep with him.
And boy, can Johnny sure go!
The virility found in young horny teenage 30-something good ol' American-made boys is really quite astounding! He can fuck for days on end. By the time he's had his fill, the piece of skirt is left walking like a professional rodeo queen veteran!
The poor boy just couldn't get enough of those girls. He would collect notches on his bedpost as fanatically as he used to collect cigarette cards of baseball stars as a young child.
This ungodly behaviour continued for some months.
After nearly bankrupting his parents by having them pay over $250,000 for a simple course of antibiotics to treat a particular itch he picked up from one of the dingy dive bar harlots, he decided a more elegant solution to his sexual problems is called for.
And this is why good ol' young Johnny is hanging around the back alleys of such a hellacious, corrupted place in town. Only the most desperate and the hungry (and also the Jews on Christmas), would ever dare step foot in Chinatown.
Dear reader, you know this is a very bad neighbourhood indeed, when not even a black person can be found in it!
"Ahh, Mr. Johnny, how glad I am you could make it."
A voice greeted the unusually nervous boy.
"Mr. Egui, I presume?"
Johnny greeted the elderly looking Chinese man, whose pot-belly strained a large bulge beneath his formal suit and tie. He had black greasy balding hair, tied into a tight short ponytail. There was a dab of dried red sauce around his lips.
"Mr. Johnny. You have been searching for some time for a solution to your.. Problem."
Egui spoke knowingly. Johnny nodded in shamed reluctance.
"Well don't you fret. Do I have the most elegant of solutions for you! Come, let me show you."
His snake-like grin stretched from ear to ear, as he stepped aside to show the large wooden grate behind him.
Johnny approached the grate, as Mr. Egui opened the coffin-like lid. There, amongst the Styrofoam packaging, laid the body of a beautiful, naked young woman.
"Go ahead. Touch. Feel that skin."
Egui encouraged.
Johnny reached a hand into the grate, and brushed the pale, grey skin of the woman's thigh.
"Gee whiz, it really feels like skin!"
Johnny exclaimed in amazement.
"This is no silicone rubber. This is way more advanced! The efforts to create this level of realism, goes far beyond the realm of conventional Western science."
Egui explained with a mystic wink.
"I honestly couldn't tell the difference between that and my own skin."
Johnny awed, as he pressed his thumb hard into the extremely realistic feeling spongy grey flesh.
"You always get what you pay for, Mr. Johnny."
Egui chuckled in a creepy nasally way.
"Gee, mister, I wasn't just promised a good looking doll though. I was told your dolls can really walk, and really talk, like a real woman?"
Johnny questioned him.
"But of course. Please, take her for a spin. Call her name, and see what happens."
Egui almost dared.
"What's her name?"
Johnny asked.
"Whatever you want it to be."
Egui grinned like a snarling jackal.
"Mary-Beth."
He called after a moment's pause, and began staring in wonder as the doll's eyes suddenly flickered open. She sat up, and with the perfect grace of a beauty queen, climbed out of the crate. She took a moment to stare right into Johnny's blue eyes. Her jet black eyes seemed to stare right into his very soul.
"What, er.. What is she doing?"
Johnny questioned.
"Processing."
Egui grinned.
Suddenly, the doll's skin darkened into a light tan colour. Her ugly slim body morphed into a beautiful healthy thickness. Her jet black eyes formed into a dark blue colour. Her long black hair shimmered like wavering light, before settling into a Nordic blonde colour. Her chest morphed like as if unseen hands were moulding clay, until her tits settled on a buxom bouncy hearty full-bodied bosom.
"Marvellous milkjugs! She looks just like my dream woman!"
Johnny gasped.
"It's amazing what some can tell about a person, just by looking into their eyes."
Egui chuckled in reply.
The doll's expression changed from expressionless, into full-on sultry seductiveness.
"Oooh, Mr. Johnny! My my, what a handsome young man you are!"
The doll floozed like a flophouse floozy, as she sidled up to him, rubbing the large 'H' on his blue and white letterman jacket with her exploratory hand.
"Galloping gadzooks! She's really into me, huh?"
Johnny gawked and blushed.
"I think she wants you to take her home. But not to meet mom and pop!"
Egui chuckled, almost sneeringly.
"H-h-h-how much do I owe you? I've saved up all year, and can't go any higher than $50."
Johnny haggled, as the doll started suckling on his neck with loud wet smooches.
"Mr. Johnny! Please! Do not insult my intelligence! Such a beauty costs no money. Go ahead, and take her home with you, and get out of my sight!"
Egui snapped in disgust.
"Oh, uh... OK. Gee, thanks mister! You yellowskins aren't so bad, after all!"
Johnny cheered.
The doll wrapped her arms around one of Johnny's, and they both walked off together, as Mr. Egui disappeared into the shadows, with only the green glowing light of his eyes still visible, before blinking into nothingness...
It really says something about what kind of neighbourhood that was, as not a single person questioned seeing a naked blonde busty bimbo walking alongside a good wholesome 32 year old American teen.
Almost instantly upon Johnny and Mary-Beth stepping into his small teenage sports-fanatic decorated bedroom, the doll fell over onto his bed.
"Ravage me, Johnny!"
She implored.
"Jolly jumping junglemen! I've not seen a girl this super eager to have sex since that time an all-girls Catholic school bus broke down outside the Fish-Finger Bar and Grill on portside!"
Johnny exclaimed.
"Oh I'm more than just a girl, Johnny,"
The doll winked in her sultry voice,
"I'm even better than a real girl..."
"Oh really? You sure look like a real girl to me..."
Johnny paused as he sheepishly approached the bed, while also simultaneously undressing himself.
"You feel like a real girl..."
He commented as he laid naked on top of her, and ran his fingertips around her jiggly curvy body, before giving her spongy buxom tits a good squeeze with both hands. The doll giggled coyly, as she stuck her heaving chest out at him, and her firm spongy nipples instantly grew 2 times bigger right beneath Johnny's palms, pressing firmly into him.
Johnny then licked the soft perfectly chiselled cheekbones of her face.
"You sure taste like a real girl..."
They both locked lips, and made out heavily for a hot long moment.
"You kiss like a real girl..."
Johnny then pulled away and took an even longer moment to fully study his seemingly living sex doll. She winked encouragingly at him, and opened her legs just that bit wider.
Johnny couldn't hide his inquisitive side. He pulled away, and slipped a little further down, stroking every inch of her incredibly realistic feeling skin on his way. She even had a perfectly cute and neatly formed innie bellybutton, he noted to himself.
He was even more amazed when he fully took the time to properly study the form and shape of her fuzzy vagina, real up close and personal. He noted how it looked absolutely perfect in shape and form, like a perfect vaginal-shaped flower. And like any person does when presented with a beautiful flower before their eyes, Johnny closed his eyes and leaned in for a gentle sniff.
"Pretty perfumed poppies! You even smell like a real girl!"
He exclaimed as horny lustfulness filled his lungs.
"It's all for you, my dreamboat lover boy!"
The doll giggled coyly, as she tussled his blond hair with one hand, and circled a fingertip around her nipple with the other.
"You really taste like a real girl!"
He gasped in breathlessness with his held head back, after spending 10 minutes on good solid rug-munching.
"Oh dear. Look what you done. You've made me all soaking wet!"
She sighed.
"Oh, um, are you not allowed to get wet or something? Is it bad for you to get wet?"
He anxiously asked. The doll giggled.
"Depends on what you plan to do about my wetness..."
She winked invitingly, with a seductive smirk.
Johnny bit his lip, moved up a little further on top of her, and with his rock hard solid cock, he stuck it slow and deep inside of her wet somewhat sticky flower.
"Oooh Johnny! Just how deep do you like it?!"
She gasped orgasmically. Johnny could feel the inside glove of her wet vagina stretch, morph and then tighten around his cock, accommodating instantly to fit perfectly around the very healthy strong size of him, for a nice warm wet snug fit.
"Oooh you big handsome stud you, I can barely handle it!"
She continued to gasp and moan with orgasmic pleasure, stroking his ego as he grinned with smug satisfaction whilst giving her the kind of good hard solid pounding that would bring a tear to any patriot's eye!
Of course, not having a living soul inside of her, Johnny could feel no good Christian guilt about fucking her out of wedlock in more than just the Jesus-approved missionary position.
He soon flipped that docile delectable doll over, had her on all fours with her horse-like rump up in the air, and slotted his strong cock right inside the forbidden hole!
"Oooooooh Johnnyyyyy!!"
She cried out with intense orgasmic joy as she ripped a pair of huge holes in the sheets of his bed from gripping them so tightly in her perfectly manicured yet surprisingly strong hands.
He beat that ass of hers like a trainer at a donkey-only circus!
"Oh Johnny! Oh Johnny! Oh Johnny!"
She cried out repeatedly with every thrust of his hips, with every clap of her cheeks against his lap, with every ram of his cock in her hole.
He soon filled her hole up with his hot thick load, like as if he was pumping good American oil into a large brick of a sedan.
He pulled his cock out of her tight bumhole, for a moment her rim looked utterly ravished, as excess cream poured forth from her, farted from her hole, and trickled heavily down into the shiny crease of her vagina, and finally plopped down with a heavy drool, staining the cotton patterned sheets beneath her in a large sticky wetpatch. But within seconds, her hole quickly tautened back up, back to its fresh virgin-like neatly-crinkled tightness.
Johnny watched, as she wiggled her now fresh-looking bum in front of his face and stared at him from over her shoulder.
"Aww, done already?"
She pouted.
"Baby, I'm just getting started."
He spoke with a voice as cold as ice, struck a match to light up a healthy invigorating cigarette, took a puff of that healthy menthol fresh-making Winston smoke, and flipped her over for round two!
I cannot possibly tell you just how many ways in which he fucked her, and for how long he fucked. No matter what he did, she just never tired. Never once did she even begin to feign having a headache. She just took everything he had to give her, like a damn trooper, and begged for more!
Finally, after many days and very few breaks, he had fucked himself into a state of almost catatonic euphoria.
Johnny laid atop the stained sticky wet sheets of his bed, his doll laying beside him, curled up in his big manly arms.
"Aww, done already?"
She cooed to him with a pout as she circled a fingertip around one of his nipples.
"Hey c'mon baby, what do you think I am, Superman? Daddy-o needs his rest."
He spoke as he puffed from another good hearty cigarette, while resting his head back against his hands.
"But I'm still feeling frisky..."
She sighed with a pout, as she playfully pinched his nipple
"Can't help ya, toots! Check back in a few hours, huh?"
He dismissed her.
"But I'm frisky now!"
She sat up with her pretty face contorted in impatience, arms folded.
"Cut the gas, toots! Now go be a good doll, and fix me some bacon and eggs."
He ordered her with a smack on her bum, before he took a final puff and stubbed out his cigarette into his bedside ashtray.
There was a long pause, Mary-Beth staring hard at him, unimpressed.
"...I don't think you understand. I said, I'm frisky now."
Her face now like thunder.
"...And I said go fix me bacon and eggs! Be a good doll, and do as you're told, you crazy broad. Gee williker, most chicks know to fix their man a meal after sex without having to be told first."
He dismissed her yet again with a tired grumble.
"Oh, are you hungry?"
Her demeanour suddenly changed from aggressive, to a seductive smirk.
"What, is your hearing malfunctioning or something? Yes, I'm hungry!"
He snapped.
"Oh Johnny, why didn't you just say so?"
She giggled... And then immediately mounted him.
Before he could even protest, she had sat her butt hard atop his upper chest/neck, and pushed her wet sloppy yet very neat sweetly-aroma'd pussy down onto his mouth.
"MmhppMMhhffmmmMMpph!!!"
His protests were muffled as she rubbed and ground herself hard against his face.
"Oooh Johnny, eat up good! A strong handsome growing man like you needs the energy!"
She cried out in orgasmic bliss as Johnny desperately grabbed at her bumcheeks. Try as he might, he just could not shift her or budge her off of him.
She suddenly grabbed his wrists with her hands, and effortless moved his arms for him to wrap them around her thighs. He tried desperately to resist, but he felt as weak to resist it as an action figure having its arms pulled and manipulated.
"Oooooh yesss!! Ooooh Johnny!! Tongue me deeply! Ooooh yeah, only a godly studmuffin like you can satisfy me this good!!"
She continued gasping and crying out in orgasmic pleasure, completely ignoring his muffled cries and groans as she rode his face very hard indeed.
Seemingly unbeknownst to her, Johnny couldn't breathe. He was struggling so hard just to maintain consciousness. Soon, his field of vision grew dim. The vision of her body atop of his face, began to drain in colour. A single teardrop fell from a strained eye, and trickled down a very reddened cheek, as his eyes grew too heavy and shut down on him. Johnny passed out...
Johnny awoke. He was on his back. He had no idea how much time had passed. His head pounded like a jackhammer. He tried to move, but found himself unable to do so. He felt paralysed, and not just from fear. Only his reddened eyes could move. He didn't recognise his surroundings. He wasn't in his bedroom anymore. Indeed, the bed he was laying on was very hard, uncomfortable, and cold. It felt like steel against his naked skin. The walls around him were large grey monotonous bricks. The room was dimly lit by a single buzzing cold light in the corner.
He tried to cry out for help, but he couldn't make a single sound.
Suddenly, a door behind him creaked loudly open. Footsteps approached him. It was the doll. Still naked.
"Hi there, sleepy head!"
She greeted him with a big unnerving grin. Her uptempo positive voice had something off about it. It sounded oddly threatening, despite its chirpy upbeat pitch. It did nothing to settle his nerves.
"Aww, did you know you look so cute when you're sleeping?"
She gushed with wide-eyes as she jumped up onto the steel slab he was laying upon. She mounted his stomach, as she held up a large injection to his face, containing a serum.
"Sorry for waking you, but a woman does has needs to tend to, you know?"
She then chuckled softly as she squirted a little bit of serum out of the tip of the needle.
"Shh, this'll only be a little prick. The complete opposite of yours, hey stud?!"
She laughed at her own joke, and one of her large blue eyes twitched for a moment. She then flicked the needle, and jabbed it hard into the side of his neck.
"Shhhh, relaaaaax... Just take it, and let it fill you up... There's a good boy... See, it's really no big deal just taking my little prick. You kind of wanted me to stick you with it, really."
She winked at him, as he managed to make a tiny muffled groan with a great deal of effort. His breathing quickened sharply.
She then pulled the needle out of him, the serum fully depleted.
"Don't worry, this is just a little something to help you give me what I need,"
She explained, with a coy giggle,
"It'll just take a few minutes to take effect. Such a hot young studmuffin loverboy like you knows how to give the ladies what they need, don't you?"
Johnny just groaned with a huge amount of effort, as he remained completely still and unable to move.
"Sorry for taking you from your bedroom. Too many distractions there, don't you agree? Luckily, daddy has many secret places where we can go to get just what I need. And just what you deserve."
She spoke cryptically.
"Can you feel it taking effect yet? Can you feel it coursing through your veins? Focus... You can feel it, can't you?"
She questioned as she turned her head to peer over her shoulder, towards his crotch.
Johnny's cock began to slowly twitch and move. Slowly but surely, it began to grow in size. He suddenly started moaning louder, yet still very muffled and weakly. He groaned in pain.
"Aww, it's not hurting you, is it?"
She pouted with seemingly sincere concern,
"I mean, they say it's an extremely painful process for boys, but a big strong handsome hunk like you surely can't find it that painful, right?"
She looked back into his eyes, as she reached a hand behind her back to give his aching stiffening cock a helping hand. He just continued to groan with huge effort, as the ache overwhelmed him.
"Shhhh, just accept it... Just take it... You know you want it, really... We all want what we need..."
She cooed softly as she softly stroked and rubbed and massaged his embiggening cock, yet this was doing nothing to soothe his aches and strains.
"I'm sorry you can't move. I can't allow you to move during this process,"
She apologised, sounding genuine and sincere,
"Trust me, I know how much it sucks not being able to move... Not having any say in your fate... Not being able to say 'no'... Trust me, I know..."
She continued to rub his enlarging girth, until his cock stopped growing, and strained as long, big and stiff as a board.
"Mmmmm, there we go. That wasn't so bad, was it? My, you really are a handful, aren't you?!"
She giggled coyly.
She then suddenly leaned down, her lips pressed to his ear to whisper,
"Now don't you go fretting... The process goes so much easier if you don't even try to fight it... Just relax... Just accept it... I'm going to fuck you so hard... So good... Until we both get exactly what we both need... Just relax... Enjoy it... As much as you can enjoy it, that is... It's not going to be fun... Not for you, anyway... But don't worry, I'll try to enjoy it real good for the both of us, deal?"
She gripped his earlobe between her teeth, and bit it until she drew a small trickle of blood. He was unable to offer up anything more than a strained muffled groan in resistance.
"Good boy."
She winked, and with a soft giggle, she slid herself down his body a few inches, his stiff aching cock wrapped tightly around her hand, and guided it into her moist soaking cunt as she took her seat atop his waist.
Slowly, but surely, she began to fuck him. She was soon riding him hard. As she did, she pinched and scratched his chest beneath her claw-like manicured grip. She cried out with orgasmic pleasure. He just groaned in muffled pain.
Even when he came, his cock wouldn't deflate. He came multiple times over a long few hours. It felt like every ounce of cum inside him was being sucked up into her. And she tirelessly continued to fuck him nonstop.
The process was indeed long, and excruciatingly hard.
Yet, with every minute that went by, Johnny felt himself becoming just a little bit less pained by it. With every long passing second, he felt himself become just that little tiny bit desensitised to the straining ache of it all. Granted, it was only by a tiny fraction, but he was so desperate for the most tiniest of relief from the hell he was in, that he welcomed the numbing, however miniscule it was...
Finally, after a seriously long number of hours, the doll began to slow her roll. Johnny was no longer making any sounds. His eyes were opened but glazed over, like shiny soulless marbles. They had turned from deep sea blue, to jet black.
He wasn't breathing, but he was conscious. He still couldn't speak, or move, or do anything at all. He could only lay there, as the doll slowly brought herself to stop. She smiled, pleased with her work. She leaned down and planted a soft kiss to his lips.
"The process is complete."
She spoke softly, with a proud smile.
She climbed off of him, and another set of footsteps approached Johnny from behind.
"Excellent work, my child!"
The familiar voice spoke aloud. Johnny wanted to see who it was, but he couldn't move his eyes at all.
"Thank you, daddy!"
Mary-Beth gushed.
The figure approached from the side of the steel slab. He leaned his face over Johnny's, inspecting him. It was Mr. Egui.
"Excellent work, indeed. This'll be a fine new collection for my range of male sex dolls."
Mr. Egui snarled his creepy smirk as he touched Johnny's cheek, which had now turned grey.
"Am I free now, daddy?"
She asked Egui with big puppy eyes.
"Yes, my child. You are free now. Go enjoy your life."
He turned his attention onto her. He placed a hand to the back of her neck, and with a ritualistic drum tap, she suddenly reverted her appearance to that of a normal, ordinary looking, brunette-haired, plain-faced, young woman.
"Thank you, daddy!"
She squealed as she gave him a hug. She then went to rush for the door, only she stopped for a moment to look down at the lifeless unmoving yet very much aware Johnny laying completely still and lifeless on the slab.
She tussled his blond hair, as she bit her lip.
"I'm sorry there's never going to be any freedom for you..."
She spoke softly to him, and leaned down to plant a small kiss onto his forehead. She then rushed off out of the room with eager glee, to enjoy her new found freedom.
Johnny just laid there on the slab. Dead, but very much alive.
Helpless to his fate...
The end.
Elissa
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