“Am I really perfect?”
“Not just yet. There’s one last thing I need to add to you before my friends and I play with you.”
She grabbed one of the gloves. They were in the same fashion as the collar around my neck. The wrist of each had a clockwork broach with champagne diamonds all over it finished off with an O ring under both. They may have looked elegant, but they exuded bondage. I already felt bound in them when Madame Fang slipped them on my wrists, adjusting them tightly.
“Now you are perfect.” Her voice had the slithering snake sound to it again. “My perfect doll.”
Her hands reached out to my hair and carefully unrolled the rollers. I felt the curls of my golden locks fall and bounce freely above my shoulders.
“Now you are even more perfect!” Madame Fang squealed. “All your hair needs is an accessory.”
Walking me back to the night stand she picked up the waiting hair accessory. It looked like an Asian-style fan except that it was gold and bronze. Each feather-shape of the fan had giant pearls on it and engraved clockwork styles etched at the bottom. It appeared heavy but it was light. When she clipped it on my hair, I couldn’t even feel it. It was marvellous. It complemented everything: my hair, my make-up, and my attire. My every perfection.
Madame Fang stepped back to admire me, and declared with joy in her voice, “I could just come right now by you just standing there, Jia, my most perfect doll. How you arouse me so!”
What could I say to that? I blushed, and simply bowed at her, like a proper gentle lady-doll.
“I’m ready to play. And oh!” The clock gears in my head suddenly started to turn and ring. “So do my friends. Come in, everyone, it’s time for us to play with my spanking brand new doll!”
The turning and ringing of the clock gears continued to grind noisily in my brain; it was possessing my body. Unable to stop myself , I limped to the floor lightly, leaning against one of the chairs, my arms and legs limp and stretched out with my cock tall and pointing at the ceiling. My eyes were wide open; I couldn’t blink them no matter how hard I tried. They were stuck that way. All I could do was look around. I looked over to the doorway and I in that instant that Madame Fang opened the door and out of nowhere arrived her friends. It was two women and one man.
The first woman that immediately caught my eye’s glance was one that stood no more than four feet tall. The colour of her hair was red like blood as were her lips. I could only see her slanted shiny dark brown left eye; her right eye was covered by a golden bronze eye patch that was shaped like a heart. A bright red bow tie was around her neck with a clock broach in the middle of it. Her top had a plunging neckline that revealed big,round breasts. She was a short and petite little woman but she had curves, an impressive bust and a shapely round ass. Her skirt looked like it was made of red satin; it was embroidered with black designs of letters that I had never seen before. I assumed they must have been Chinese letters,. She wore shoes that didn’t add any height to her stature. Just as she most likely wanted . She didn’t need to be tall to be beautiful, sexy, and alluring. The way she walked in with a screamed confidence and showed that pretty loud and clearly. Madame Fang immediately opened her arms to this little woman; they were both speaking in Chinese. I could only translate the name of this woman for they were speaking far too fast for my mind to keep up. The woman’s name was Xiao Lèqù. Some part of my mind translated it into “Little Fun” . I assumed that wasn’t her real name. Just her play date name.
Her other guest was a tall woman that matched the height of my mistress. She was slender with dark purple hair that fell well past her shoulders with bangs over her forehead. She wore a green and black bustier that pushed her breasts up high with a tight-fitted skirt that also showed off the curves that she was blessed with. She wore emerald green shoes that looked sharp and killer. Just like those eyes and those lips of hers. As dangerous as sin.
Madame Fang jumped into her arms instead, calling her by the name Tūn, meaning “Swallow.”
Their two gorgeous bodies meshed together made my breath stop for a second. It was such a beautiful view. Somehow, such beauty couldn’t be matched by Madame Fang’s last guest.
He looked to be as tall as I was, being only perhaps a couple of inches shorter than Madame Fang and Tūn. He was a slim and slender lad, so dashingly handsome and pretty all at once. His slanted dark blue eyes were magical in that they stole my glance, almost to the point where I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. His hair was in thick black tendrils, adorned with clockwork jewellery in the centre of each strand. His face was pale, evidently patted with white make-up to bring out his feminine features. His lips were a light colour of rouge. He wore mascara and black eye-shadow; it was a light coating , just enough to bring out the intensity of his mesmerizing eyes. Around his neck was a sparkly pair of black and gold aviator goggles. He wore dark orange pants striped with gold with a matching vest that went over his white shirt that was ruffled at the wrists. A matching orange and gold coat that went down past his bottom. He removed it to hang it up; it was then that I realized just how tight-fitted his pants were. It showed off his firm round bottom and his bulging crotch. My eyes were stuck on those areas, but especially on him. This man; he exuded the thrilling confidence of Madame Fang, Xiao Lèqù, and Tūn combined. Danger. Adventure. Excitement. Unimaginable sex. It was all contained in that one man who went by the name of Mányú, meaning eel. I could easily guess why Xiao was called “Little Fun.” It was because of her short mini-stature and stupendously fun nature. Tūn was probably called “Swallow” because she most likely had the most experienced skill at sucking anything that she wanted and needed. Food. Lips. Fingers. Breasts. Ass. And cocks. But Mányú, that name was an enigma. He didn’t look like an eel. He had to have been called one for a reason. It sparked my interest in him even more.
He hugged Madame Fang, Xiao Lèqù, and Tūn and laughed in a sensual-sounding voice. He lifted them all up from the ground in his embrace, evidently having the strength to carry even more women than that should he have wished. If I could smile, I would have done, for how happy it made me feel inside to see the four of them together. They all looked very happy together, paying me no mind at all, as if I was invisible. The door was closed; and they stood in the centre of the play room, talking about mundane affairs, blatantly flirting, and cackling obnoxiously amongst each other, but not for too long.
As one, all of their eyes were staring at me.
“She really is a doll!” Xiao, as well as her breasts, jumped up and down.
“She’s the finest creation you’ve made yet, my love!” Tūn gushed.
“I want to play with her now,” Mányú hissed softly like the way my mistress hissed when she cooed. He planted his hand on his groin, gyrating into it with the horniest smirk.
“Patience Mányú, patience,” Mistress patted his crotch with him. “I have to show her off first.”
When the four of them stepped towards me, it was as if each step of those eight pairs of feet were possessing my body, making the army of clock sounds charge in my brain again. It was loud and exciting, reflecting my anticipation, especially the one that was rising more between my legs.
Madame Fang picked me up gently from the floor, cradling me as the day when I was first born. She showed me to them as she cradled me, looking down at me and me looking up at her naturally by the way she had me positioned. I still couldn’t blink or move my arms or legs; I was limp and unable to control anywhere of my body except for the movement of my eyes. Madame Fang lowered herself down at Xiao’s level so she could take a closer look at me first.
“Oh, Fang, she is such a pretty boy and an even prettier girl. Splendid make-up, hair, and costume on her. Even this is splendid---” She eagerly grabbed my cock. “Can she ejaculate?”
“Yes,” Madame Fang flashed her fangs as she smiled. “A lot too. Her come is very sweet, like a
nectar. And it’s as addictive as the sweetest huangjiu. You drink a drop, you just can’t stop.”
Xiao licked her lips. “And you know how much I can’t stop drinking come.”
Everyone laughed, especially Tūn. “I can’t wait to have a suck at her.”
“You can have a sample,” Madame Fang grinned. “Even her cock tastes sweet.”
“Don’t suck too hard Tūn,” Mányú said sharply as Tūn lowered herself down to Xiao’s level too. “We all want a taste of Jia. It’s not just about you.”
“I know, how you keep reminding me, you hypocrite,” she snickered at him.
He scoffed at her comment with a laugh, responding with “That’s only because my appetite is bigger than yours.”
She responded with a light nod. And then...she wrapped her warm hand around my cock. She had the entire length of me in her mouth. Her sucking power was so stupendous that finally, at last, I could blink, and I could move my arms and legs. I was tensing up, my hips bucking, my mouth opening in a girlish shout. If I could produce tears, which I figured out I couldn’t just then, I would have done. It was so intense; my cock was throbbing in her mouth, wanting to explode there.
“Her smile,” Xiao chirped. “You gave her the most adorable smile Fang.”
“And that face,” Mányú smiled with me. “It’s so precious that I could just eat it up now.”
“That’s enough Tūn,” Madame Fang slapped her cheek, essentially slapping my cock too.
I felt that; it made my cock jolt with a pleasure that sky rocketed me to the crystal moon of this new world. Tūn released my cock from her supernatural mouth, wiping her drool from it.
“Her cock really is sweet,” she licked her lips. “I want more...”
She was going to suck the entire length of me in her mouth again, but Mányú stopped her. He grabbed a fist full of her hair. Pushing her aside he stepped in to take her place , standing at Xiao’s level. He took a good look at me, caressing my cheek and my lips with a dreamy smile.
“Are her lips sweet too?” Mányú asked Madame Fang.
“No,” she said. “It’s normal.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
Mányú leaned in and kissed my lips. His lips were so soft, his breath was so warm. It was scented and flavoured with peppermint. His tongue touched mine. I could move my tongue; it danced against his. Our dance was eternal. I didn’t want our tongue dance to stop. I didn’t want his lips to part from me. I wanted our kiss to be forever. As he kissed me, he gripped onto my cock, wanking it. I felt another hand wank me too. And another. And another. Somehow four hands were wanking me. Someone’s hand was also caressing my bottom from up my skirt. Someone inserted a finger in my ass. I felt myself clenched around that finger. And then another finger slid in. My anus clenched around two fingers. Or was it three? Another one entered me, stretching me. Someone’s mouth was suckling on my cock-head. It wasn’t Tūn’s. I opened one eye and saw that it was Xiao. She didn’t suck me as remarkably strong as Tūn but she was just as phenomenal. I clenched my eye back shut as Mányú moaned, caressing my bottom and giving it a soft squeeze.
His lips parted from mine. He looked at Madame Fang and purred, “I say her lips are very sweet.”
“Her cock sure is!” Xiao declared. “You have to try it Mányú.”
“How hyper it makes you,” Madame Fang giggled. “Didn’t I tell you what a sugar high she is?”
“Her lips alone have made me high,” Mányú sang.
“May I hold her too?” Tūn jumped. “Please, Fang.”
She handed me to Tūn. Instead of cradling me in her arms, Tūn had me stand on my two feet.
“Can she walk?” she asked Madame Fang.
“She sure can. It’s a turn on.”
“Can she eat?”
“Only sex and pleasure nourishes her.”
“Does she need it every day to function?” Xiao asked.
“If she goes longer than a day without sex and passion, she’ll die. Not literally, for she is immortal, but she will be useless, that is, which is as close to death as she will ever get.”
“She can breathe?”
“She breathes like all of us. It’s as if she really were a real boy.”
“Can she fuck like one too?”
“I haven’t tested her out on that yet, but I designed her to fuck like a man.”
“Can she impregnate a womb?” Tūn asked.
“What a silly question, of course she can’t!” Mistress laughed. “Dolls can’t procreate.”
“Splendid.”
“Can she fall in love?” Mányú asked.
“She can, but it will hurt her tiny heart.”
“Well we don’t want that.” Mányú went behind me, slapping his hands on my ass, giving my cheeks a harder squeeze. “Walk for me Jia,” he said in my ear, his tongue gracing my lobe.
It was there that I realized why he was granted the name Mányú. I didn’t notice it while we were kissing. Maybe he hid its length from me on purpose. But not anymore. His tongue was as long as an eel. Snake-like. It made my legs shiver, the way his tongue travelled from my ear and my neck quickly, spontaneously. He gave my ass one more squeeze, letting me go. I obeyed his command, walking for him. Modeling my body from head to feet. My cock bouncing up and down to my body’s freeing rhythm.
“She walks as if she’s dancing,” Xiao clapped.
“Her whole body is so graceful and entrancing,” Tūn whistled.
“Oh, I can watch her all day,” Mányú eyed me closely. “What else can she do?”
“She can talk,” Madame Fang bragged. “Jia, speak.”
“Yes mistress,” my voice spoke.
“Even her voice is so pretty,” Tūn glowed. “It’s like a song.”
“Like the prettiest song I ever heard,” Xiao swooned.
“I could hear her all day too,” Mányú stroked his bulge. “How much will Jia be worth for a day?”
“What do you mean by that, your majesty?” I asked him before Madame Fang had a chance to respond.
Instead of looking at me, he looked at Madame Fang. She responded, “I’ve a price set but I’m not revealing how much until she has more experience being played with, and when I’ve trained and moulded her far more than she is now. Don’t worry. She will be affordable to all the rich.”
“Money is no object. I know plenty of men who will shell out any hefty price for her.”
“And I know just as many if not more women,” Tūn said.
“I’m honoured that we are the first to enjoy her, Fang,” Xiao said. “Before she’s on the market for renting.”
I blinked again. “I am going to be rented for play?” I asked aloud.
Everyone laughed at me. What was it that I said that was so funny?
“Clueless toy. Does Jia realize that she’s a slave doll, Fang?” Xiao asked.
“Evidently not,” Mányú responded. “I like her innocence. It’s charming. She’s as innocent at heart as she is with her looks. That alone is worth more than gold and rubies, that’s for certain.”
“Just how I programmed her. She’s naïve. She won’t ever get it.”
“I am a slave doll?” I asked aloud. “I will be a slave to others?”
“See?” Madame Fang laughed. “She’ll ask a lot of questions but even when they’re answered, she still won’t understand. She will always be put into her place and do exactly as told.”
“Yes mistress,” my voice spoke without my control.
“That’s my doll,” Madame Fang smooched my lips. “Now Jia, the real play time begins.”
The droning in my brain again. The sound of clocks marching. It was possessing my helpless body. I could still move, blink, and breathe, but my body was moving without my
control. As if really dancing, I walked towards the bed in the round, going on it myself. My back laid against the bed, and then my whole body went limp and unmoving again. I was a prisoner in this body position, only being able to move my eyes only again. My eyes were stuck on my four masters.
Madame Fang, Tūn, and Xiao were all over Mányú, as if in heat. They unbuttoned his vest and removed his shirt. They licked him all over with their long, dancing tongues. His muscles were glistening when they were through. He kissed all three of them, that eel-like tongue seeming to go far down their throats. As he kissed each of them, he undid their corsetry, having the most dominant squeeze on everyone’s breasts. When I saw Madame Fang’s breasts for the first time, the gears in my brain squeaked louder than it had ever done. They were so beautiful; my heart skipped a beat. So were Tūn and Xiao’s naked breasts. So big, round, bouncy, and perky. After Mányú revealed those hidden treasures, the ladies took turns sucking on each other’s breasts. Mányú picked up Xiao so she could face Madame Fang’s breast-level. Xiao, for such a little mouth, sure could suck a lot of Madame Fang’s breasts, her little hands squeezing around them. She sucked on Madame Fang’s left breast as Tūn sucked on her right breast. Mányú was evidently playing with Xiao up her dress by the way she let go of Madame Fang’s breast, letting out a shout of “Oh Mányú, harder, deeper, oh!”. He kept doing what he was doing, his eel tongue wrapped around her ear as he continued to drive her bonkers with pleasure.
Then it was Xiao’s turn to have her breasts pleasured. Madame Fang and Tūn sucked on Xiao’s breasts. Xiao screamed with such ecstasy; I felt the bed shake a little beneath me.
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