Spiked Roses: The Complete Top Shelf Series

by Alta Hensley

  I gasped when I felt the tip of the thermometer against my anus. I jumped at the intrusion.

  Victor gave a small swat to my pussy. “Stay still.” The swat and the command sent a jolt of electricity through my entire sex. I didn’t think his intent was to turn me on, but that is exactly what it did… what all of this was oddly doing to me.

  The thermometer pressed against my hole again, but this time was inserted all the way in my bottom. Lin left it firmly in place and walked around the table to examine my breasts. Her hands grabbed each one and massaged. She then pinched each nipple causing me to stifle a moan. She nodded in approval and walked back so she stood between my legs once again.

  The thermometer was pulled out slowly. “No temperature. She also has plenty of sensation in her breasts and nipples. From just the inspection, she appears completely healthy. I’ll send everything to the lab to be tested just in case.” The doll grabbed a damp rag and wiped the lubrication off of my pussy and anus. “You can sit up now, Ivy. When you go back to your room, there will be a cup waiting for you in the bathroom. Please collect your urine so we can test you for pregnancy.”

  I quickly did as ordered and instantly met Victor’s approving gaze.

  “Good girl. I’m pleased,” he stated simply. For some unexplained reason, his praise really meant something to me. I felt as if I was passing his tests with flying colors. I couldn’t imagine that every new doll was as willing to go through what I just did without some protest.

  “Almost done, Ivy. Please roll over onto your stomach and spread your legs,” she directed.

  I did as asked without delay.

  “Lift your bottom up, and spread your legs wider.”

  I spread my legs as wide as I could and pressed my bottom up toward the ceiling. I had a pretty good guess as to what would be examined next and tried to calm my swelling nerves. The intimate invasion wouldn’t end with just a thermometer.

  “This part of the examination is going to hurt a little. I need to see how much your little bottom hole can take. We need to see how much anal training is required for you before you are ready to do some of Mr. Drayton’s exhibits.”

  The doll approached me and pressed her lubricated finger to my exposed hole. She dipped her finger beyond the tight entrance and did the motion over and over spreading the lubrication all around. Just the finger almost seemed too much to bear in this unaroused state.

  “It’s important that you are honest with me, Ivy. Do you understand?”

  I nodded.

  “Even if it stings, you must accept what I put inside you until the sting turns to pain. Are we clear?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do not cry out or ask me to stop until you absolutely cannot accept anymore. Are we clear?”

  I nodded.

  “I am going to start by putting one of my fingers inside and then adding a second.”

  She did so, and I tried my best to relax and breathe deeply. I knew if I cried out now, I would risk being told I wasn’t ready to be part of The Dollhouse. The woman’s fingers went in and out in small, slow thrusts. My pussy pulsated along with every push and pull, and I resisted the urge to close my legs so that I could hide any signs of arousal. I knew Victor was watching closely, and the last thing I wanted him to see was what was involuntarily happening to my body.

  “I am now going to put a small, slender dildo in. This may hurt, so you’ll need to calm down and allow the submissive sensations to take over.”

  I wasn’t exactly sure what a dildo would feel like since I had never had that done to me before, but quickly felt it invade my backside. I squealed as it pressed past my puckered entrance. The doll paused for a moment, but then continued to press the dildo deeper within. I wanted to cry out and beg for just her fingers again, but I also didn’t want to fail what I was certain was another one of Victor’s tests. I took deep breaths as instructed, but the sting became almost unbearable. My bottom stretched to what I felt was impossible limits as the woman pushed it all the way in. I bit my lip and clenched at the edge of the table to quiet my building need to beg for mercy.

  Lin reached between my legs and found my clit. She pressed firmly and rolled the tip of her finger in small circular motions. I couldn’t help but moan in pleasure and relax a bit.

  “Allow the submission to set in. Relax and focus on submitting to the anal training. Know that with every stretch, you are getting closer and closer to where you can accept a dildo in your ass for the art exhibits.”

  I did as commanded and allowed myself to feel something different. I couldn’t explain the sensation, but it was as if all the fight had left my body. The dildo no longer seemed as foreign. It actually started to feel pleasurable. I rocked my hips back and forth to match the circling of my clit. Heat radiated from my ass to my dripping wet pussy. I wanted to explode. Lights sparked behind my closed eyes, and my body tingled everywhere. The pleasure grew with every thrust in my ass and every movement of Lin’s finger. I couldn’t fight the urge to moan between my pants any longer. The sensation grew more and more until I cried out. Lin sped up the thrusting, and applied more pressure to my clit, until my body tensed uncontrollably and fire shot through me. I let out a small scream as the foreign sensation racked my body over and over again. The pulsating in my pussy took my breath away.

  Lin stopped what she was doing and removed the dildo. I collapsed on the table struggling to regain my composure.

  “Ivy is able to orgasm easily, although her bottom hole will need daily stretching.” She patted my behind. “Go ahead and sit up. The inspection is complete.”

  I did as instructed, although my muscles felt like jelly. I looked into Victor’s eyes and saw satisfaction and… arousal? That was my first orgasm that didn’t involve sex or really anything sexual at all on Lin’s part, and I didn’t know exactly what to think about it. My mind swam, my heart pounded, and all I really wanted was to be comforted and held.

  As if I had voiced my wants, Victor sat down on a large chair and patted his lap. “Come here, Ivy. You pleased me with how well you took all that. Very few dolls are as willing at first. It usually takes a lot more acts in submission before a doll would be as compliant as you just were.”

  I rushed over to him and sat on his lap. I didn’t care that I was completely nude, or barely knew the man on whose lap I sat. The inspection and the dildo inside of me made me desperately want to be held. He wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back as I nestled my head into his shoulder. His warmth, his whispered praise, his soft touch, made the odd beginnings of training at The Dollhouse worth it. The Dollhouse would be my home, and for some reason, at that very moment, I felt it. I nuzzled my face deeper into his neck and released a small whimper.

  “Shhh… I couldn’t ask for more, my new doll. I think we discovered a special find in you. You are going to be absolutely perfect as a Drayton Doll.”

  Chapter Six

  Ivy

  “It’s time we take you to get groomed and transformed into a doll.” Victor lifted me off his lap, the heat of his body instantly missed.

  I hesitated, wanting to close my heavy eyes and just feel safe in his arms. Safety in a man’s arms was something I had never experienced… until now.

  “Go on, Ivy.” He guided me through the same door we had entered. “The Dollhouse consists of two levels and ten bedrooms. The grounds are extensive, but you are forbidden to walk them unless permitted to do so by me or one of my staff, and only if escorted by another doll. There are two pools and a hot tub. You’ll be spending most of your time in the central room with the other women of The Dollhouse,” Victor explained as we walked down the hallway. “I have my own wing, and you are only allowed to go there by invitation.” He guided me to the right with his hand on my lower back. His fingers were only mere inches from my naked bottom.

  As I walked down the corridor, my thoughts were overpowered by the opulence of the ornately decorated hallway full of Asian décor. The tiled floor, colored in white stone ga
ve it a regal look. Elegant Tiffany lamps provided light intermittently along either side of the narrow hallway. At either end were two tall windows that reached from floor to ceiling. Tables flanked the walls of the hallway with statues of naked women and men placed on top.

  We continued down the hall. “Here we are.” He opened the large double doors revealing a large bath the size of a pool. It reminded me of something you would see in the Roman days. Easily twenty people could bathe at the same time. Three crystal chandeliers hung above, catching the rays of the sun and painting shimmering rainbows along the walls. I scanned the room and noticed several dolls standing off to the side, appearing to be awaiting their orders.

  Victor led me over to the pool and helped me ease into the warm water. “Sit down.” He motioned for one of the dolls to approach. “We’ll start by washing your hair.”

  Engulfed in the magnificent waters, I closed my eyes and released a soft moan. Heavenly. The smell of jasmine filled my nose from the steaming water and a rich oil seeped into my skin as I sank as low as I could go, allowing the water to cover my shoulders.

  “I feel like I’m in a dream.” I never opened my eyes in fear of waking up. The doll washed my hair, scrubbing an eternity’s worth of stress and anxiety from my skull.

  I could have stayed in the bath for hours if it weren’t for Victor’s sharp militant command. “Stand and allow them to remove your body hair.”

  I blushed as I quickly followed his command. For some reason the act seemed more invasive than the inspection by the first doll Lin. Maybe it was that my pussy hair displeased Victor, but I couldn’t help but feel some shame.

  A dizzying sense of embarrassment assaulted me as another doll spread my legs and began to shave the curly hairs off my mound. The doll took special care when she spread my pussy to remove the hair hidden by my silky folds. I felt the need to snap my legs shut, but changed my mind the instant I glanced at Victor. He observed every move the young woman made, guaranteeing the job was performed to his level of satisfaction. One stroke at a time, the doll’s delicate fingers fondled my sex. Once again, arousal rose from within. I struggled to fight the sensation, self-conscious that an act of hygiene could stimulate such a reaction from me.

  While one doll worked on ridding me of unwanted body hair, another doll applied my oversized eyelashes. I had worn fake eyelashes before, but never ones as large as the ones being glued on to me now. The weight of them alone felt as if I wouldn’t be able to keep my eyes open for long.

  Painstaking moments passed by until I stood completely bare, with large doll lashes, in front of Victor for inspection. My body was clean and my long brown hair had been combed and hung straight down my back.

  “Perfectly smooth,” he said as he rubbed his fingertip over my hairless pussy. “This is what’s required to be part of The Dollhouse. The people attending my galleries will want to be able to observe your purest and rawest form. And if the exhibit is meant to arouse, they’ll want to see your juices and your engorged clit.”

  I nodded, making direct eye contact. Though I tried, I couldn’t keep the connection long and looked down at my feet.

  He lifted my chin with a gentle nudge of his finger. “There is something different about you, Ivy. I’ve trained many dolls in this dollhouse, but there is something that stands out with you. You’re no ordinary woman.”

  I held his gaze, almost forgetting I stood before him nude until the breeze from the open window brushed across my moist skin.

  “I think you’ll fit into The Dollhouse seamlessly. But are you positive this is something you truly wish for? You’ve had a small taste of how very different your life will be. Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” I replied, captured by his sensual eyes. They were like a drug to me… the only drug I seemed to crave at the moment.

  He nodded as he pulled my hair forward with both of his hands, allowing it to tumble over my shoulders. The hair barely touched my nipples. Such a simple act, yet it sent an intense rush of emotion through my body. Nerves swept over me as I wondered what was next. Would the training begin with something new?

  His hand slid over my hardened nipple, resting just beneath the curve of my breast. His movements were so controlled, so entitled, so powerful. “You don’t flinch at my touch. You don’t struggle with my command. All I see is arousal. What’s going on in that mind of yours?”

  “I don’t kn… know,” I stammered. Filled with desire I couldn’t explain, I struggled for air. If he could read my true thoughts, I wondered if his hands would work their way down to my hungry sex like I craved. What I really wanted was to be touched, but not by a doll—just by the master of them.

  “I see that today has awakened your sexual appetite,” he said, reading my thoughts as his hand cupped the searing flesh between my legs. I remained still, even though I wanted to rub against his hand, fueling another orgasm from my ravenous body.

  “I think I’ve always had the appetite,” I whispered, hoarse.

  I sighed as his thumbs brushed across my clit and then pulled away completely. He teased me to the point of begging. What would he think if I did?

  “You truly are a gem, my dear. My patrons will be pleased. I can do a lot of things with this level of passion in my art.” He moved a wayward hair from my forehead and examined my eyes. “You look tired.”

  I nodded. Exhaustion caused my legs to feel like jelly, not to mention the sexual heat pulsating through my veins.

  “I can see you’re not fully recovered from your extra curricular activities before arriving here. Also, I know you worked late and long hours at Spiked Roses, and I’m sure today has been overwhelming to you, no matter how well you did and accepted it all.”

  I nodded. I didn’t want to appear weak, but lying would be futile.

  “I’m going to take you back to a private room for a nap. Later, you can meet the remainder of the dolls, and then you’ll room with them. But first, you need your rest.”

  I wasn’t going to argue. Sleeping sounded almost as heavenly as the bath I’d just had.

  I walked with Victor down another hallway in a lust–filled fog, the need for sexual fulfillment titillated my very core, yet I wanted nothing more than to lie on the luxurious bed and dream of my future.

  Victor opened the bedroom door and waited for me to walk past him. “Rest now. Be sure to eat all your food. You’ll need your strength for all the dancing required. I’ll be back later today for you after I meet with my production staff.”

  I barely had enough strength to nod. “Yes, Mr. Drayton.”

  “You did well today. I am glad you chose to join my dollhouse.” He closed the door behind him quietly.

  Victor

  “Sorry to keep you waiting, gentlemen,” I said as I walked into the large room that once served as the formal ballroom of the mansion. Today we used it for choreography and staging the art exhibits for the dolls. “I brought in a new doll, and I’ve been busy getting her situated.”

  “Good,” Allen Blake, one of my choreographers, said. “We were short one once Livia vested out last week. I was thinking that we were going to have to regroup for Milan.”

  “When can we start working with her?” Joseph Crane, the second choreographer, asked.

  “Later today. I don’t want to overwhelm her too much at first. She just got inspected and groomed.” I smirked. “I don’t want her running out of here screaming in shock on day one.”

  The men laughed. “The training for Milan is easy. It’s the Japan show that we have to worry about,” Allen said.

  “Yeah, are you sure about this, Victor?” Joseph added. “The staging and vision for Japan is intense. Not all the girls can dance. And to hip-hop music? That is going to require each one of them to have rhythm and be able to find a beat. We have a bunch of white girls on our hands if you haven’t noticed.”

  “I’m aware of that,” I said, not prepared to bend on my artistic vision in the slightest. “They can do it. I know it will take work, but it’
s how I see this one for the Japan showing. I want loud, booming music that each guest can feel inside their bones. It will be a completely dark room at first. The only sensation will be the music pulsating. Thick, deep, African beats booming all around. Then on a powerful crescendo, I want the lights to start flickering at the same cadence as the beat. With each flash of light, the dolls will be in a different pose.” I began to clap my hands to a rhythmic beat. “Black, light, black, light, black, light.” I stopped clapping and paused as Allen reached for a pad of paper and began taking notes. “Then when the song begins with the rap lyrics, I want the lights to be turned on completely as the dolls break into a choreographed dance all around the room. I want a total of eight different exhibits. But all the exhibits will be doing the exact same dance for the first song of the night. This will give the guests the opportunity to look around the room and see all the dolls in synchronized fashion.”

  “What exhibits are you thinking for this one?” Joseph asked.

  “I want one to be china dolls with a geisha vibe.” I began pacing with my hands behind my back as I listed the others I had pictured. “For Japan, I would like: broken dolls, vintage dolls, rag dolls, the perfect porcelain dolls, Victorian dolls, paper dolls I think, but not sure on this one, and then I want the exhibit with the two dolls performing the sexual acts on each other. But at the beginning of the exhibit, they must all be in absolute step to the choreography. It will be crucial.”

  “So hip-hop music throughout?” Allen asked, looking up from his notepad.

  I nodded. “I’m still working on the playlist now, but yes.” I continued to pace. “I’ll allow the choreography for Japan to be staged by the both of you, but I want you to imagine that a large puppet master is above each doll, contorting their bodies to the beat of the music.”

  “What about the dildos? Do you want them in the dolls during the dancing?” Allen asked.