Mányú removed his hand from Xiao’s skirt; he was licking his fingers hungrily. Apparently I wasn’t the only one that tasted sweet to his lips. After he made that motion, he had Xiao behind his back, her hands holding on around his neck as he seized his moment to suck on Tūn’s breasts with Madame Fang. They devoured Tūn’s breasts with such wild passion. Meanwhile, Xiao lowered herself. She went from being on Mányú’s back to being on his waist. Being the sneaky devil she was, she unbuttoned and unzipped him, releasing his cock out from his pants.
My eyes widened. What an impressively long cock that Mányú had. Not as long as his tongue, but it was still long enough to make me watch in awe and wonder at every inch of him. He was thick too. Xiao’s hands ran up his thickness, the size of her hands making him look even thicker. Mányú let out a shout of passion as she wanked him, having him release his mouth from Tūn’s breasts. It was only then that Madame Fang and Tūn noticed that Xiao had released his cock from its confinement.
“Oh yes, the beast is back!” Madame Fang squealed, giving it a squeeze.
“And I want it in me,” Tūn stomped her feet in demand.
“No,” Mányú said gently. “Not until it’s been in Jia first.”
“The doll is so spoiled already,” Xiao jumped on the floor on her two feet.
“Oh, she will be,” Madame Fang said. “She is my greatest invention.”
“And she will be your most sought-after possession soon enough.” Mányú’s eyes were all over me.
In a blink of an eye, he was on the bed, on top of me. His lips were against mine. He wasn’t kissing me; he was speaking to me. He hissed, “You want to be my doll?”
“Yes,” I moved my mouth in total control, saying it again. “Yes Mányú, I want to be your doll.”
“Be my doll and suck on my cock. Make it wet for you so it can be ready for me.”
“Yes sir.”
“That’s my doll,” he smiled, showing off his fangs that were as sharp as Madame Fang’s.
He picked me up from my spot to replace himself, lying flat on his back, his legs spread open. In a blink of my eye Madame Fang, Xiao, and Tūn were on the bed surrounding us. I was between Mányú’s legs, on my knees, my lips against his cock’s head. I opened my mouth as wide as I could. Mányú thrust his hip, penetrating my mouth with that simple hip-jerk.
He cried out “Oh her mouth is so warm and wet...”
He continued to thrust his cock into my mouth and even down my throat, every length of him being a part of my body. The clockwork sounds in my ear was so loud that I could hardly hear the sound of the four kissing each other. As I sucked, I saw their tongues slapping against each other. Their hands were all over each others breasts. All asses were smacked. It was drowned out by me slurping on Mányú’s cock. I thrust my head up and down on him, savouring his every length as if it was as sweet as sugar. It wasn’t, but it was warm and wonderful, so thick and hard in my mouth. It gave me a sugar high making me feel amazing. He kicked his head back, grabbing hold onto the bed sheets. as I bobbed my mouth up and down on him faster.
“That’s enough Jia.” He slowly pushed my head away from his wet and lubricated cock.
“Stand on your knees Jia,” Xiao commanded.
“Hands behind your back, Jia,” Tūn snapped.
“And then Mányú can play with his doll,” Madame Fang murmured.
I obeyed everyone’s strict simultaneous commands. With my hands behind my back, I felt something being latched to the O-rings of my gloves. It was a padlock. Madame Fang had me bound. I couldn’t move my wrists; and could only wiggle my fingers.
Madame Fang positioned me to where I was bent down on my knees, my chin pressed against the bed sheets, my ass up very high in the air, and my legs spread to make it easy for everyone to have access of me. Or, I should say, to have me, their human doll slave, in excess, until they’d drop, best of all I looked forward to it.
The tick-tocking of my brain started to flow; it was loud, it was mind numbing, but it was pleasantly fulfilling, like my heart, whose desires were being filled just as much. I kept my eyes wide open when I felt Mányú’s cock-head rubbing against my tight anus. I sensed that Madame Fang, Xiao, and Tūn were staring, eagerly waiting for Mányú to penetrate me.
“Oh, Jia’s anus looks so very tight!” I heard Xiao declare.
“It won’t be when I’m through playing with her,” Mányú’s voice deepened with lust.
“Are you sure you will be able to fit it in there?” Tūn said. I guessed that it was her that was caressing my balls that were getting increasingly heavy with desire.
“It will fit,” I heard Madame Fang growl. “Loosen her up Mányú.”
I felt Mányú’s hands claw up my skirt, grabbing hold onto my waist. His fingers sunk into my skin deep as I felt his cock head being pushed inside me. The first push was gentle, the second was a powerful thrust that made me wail in both pain and ecstasy. My wail was not nearly as loud as Mányú’s cry.
“Fang,” he groaned. “Her ass feels as amazing as the real thing. Fucking unbelievable.”
And how amazing he felt inside of me. He filled me up, stuffing me to my ass’s limit. Every thrust he made with those powerful hips of his made me want to come---but I didn’t. Madame Fang must have programmed me to do this too---do not come unless your mistress tells you that you can. All I could do was enjoy the sensation of Mányú taking my ass. I could feel him stretching and widening me. I was throbbing all around him. As he fucked me, I felt Xiao and Tūn slapping my balls and wanking me off. I held myself back from releasing my nectary sweet. But oh, how badly I wanted to be free, but it was Madame Fang who had that ultimate power to either let me remain inhibited or to set me free. She moved in front of me laying down on her back , her breasts jiggling before my eyes. She looked at me and said, “Suck on them.”
I had control of my every movement when she said that. My mouth latched onto her nipple, suckling on them as if they were filled with milk for me to drink. I was thirsty---thirsty for her. My mistress’s breasts were nectar to my mouth; oh, how divine her luscious breasts tasted! She opened her mouth and let out a moan that was neither human nor demon; it was nirvana. Her breast in my mouth muffled my loud moaning as Mányú continued to thrust his mighty cock into my ass, his fingers digging into my flesh so deep that it seemed as if the clockwork inside my body was about to break. He thrust into me faster and harder just as Xiao or Tūn ran their hands over my cock just as fast and hard. I sucked on Madame Fang’s other breast hungrily and aware that all this was the only nourishment my body needed to live. I wanted to live! I was alive in my mouth’s embrace of my mistress’s breast. I filled her up with so much pleasure; and oh, how evident it was that she wanted so much more.
“Mányú,” Madame Fang cried.
“Yes Fang?” he panted while still thrusting into me.
“Fuck my Jia doll while you are lying on your back, and I will fuck her with you.”
He obeyed, holding me close to him as he leaned on his back, spreading my legs out as he pounded into me with such a fury that made me roar to the ceiling as did he. Madame Fang rose up from her spot and pounced on me, her pussy sitting on my cock, pushing down on it faster than my eyes that blinked. The dual motion of my mistress riding my cock and Mányú riding my ass---it made the clockwork in my brain grind faster, harder, and louder that I had nearly gone deaf. The menacing sound continued to break my ears when I caught sight of Xiao and Tūn.
I lost sight of the moment when Tūn was fitting herself into a strange contraption. It looked like bronze knickers. But it wasn’t. In the centre was a hole. In that hole was a giant dong. It was trapped in tight; it was Tūn’s cock now. Xiao was lying on her back beside Mányú, her legs spread and the lips of her pussy spread too, in wanting for Tūn to penetrate her cunt with her cock. Tūn slammed her cock i
nto Xiao, making her wail in excruciating pleasure with me. I was not alone in it. Nobody was. Pleasure reigned above us all---even my goddess-devil creature, Madame Fang.
Madame Fang’s come was dripping down my throbbing cock, lubricating it more for her to only ride me with even more ferocity. She made me feel as if I was about to faint. Was I?
My sight was darkening when Mányú cried out that he was releasing his seed inside me. I felt his seed filling in the depths of me. Then, suddenly, my sight went black. My body went limp. I was spinning around in circles in my mind. I was falling---falling in vertigo. All I could hear was that ringing and ticking of clocks. It was war. In the infinity of my lost mind, I thought that this sound of victory would never end. It was only the beginning.
***
“Wake up, my heavenly darling.”
My eyes fluttered. I knew precisely where I was when my eyes widened to the dawn.
I was in my box. My prison. Its door was open. The sun was bright; it illuminated Madame Fang’s bedroom, having it shine as brightly as the presence of Madame Fang herself.
She was dressed in a simple pink and purple hanfu that accentuated her most heavenly voluptuous figure. Her hair was falling straight down her back; she didn’t have it styled in any kind of fashion except natural. She looked as if she had just woken up too. Even in that state, she was the definition of perfection. I smiled as I gazed at her with my freshly awakened eyes.
“Good morning, mistress.”
“How is my most exquisite Jia doll?” she caressed me.
“I’m wet.”
I looked down between my legs. My translucent nectary sweet was dripping out from my semi-hard cock. I looked around; none of her friends from yesterday were there anymore.
Mistress smiled. “You’ll be wet more often than not Jia.”
“Even after an all-night festivity of passion?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“What happened to me last night?”
“Do you remember anything?”
“I remember everything. Except for...”
“You fainted.”
“Why?”
“When the heat of passion becomes too much for your body, you’ll faint. That will always happen.”
“Is that good, ma’am?”
“It’s hot. We took advantage of you all night while you were sleeping in your faint.”
“What did the four of you do to me?”
“We dressed you up some more after we took a moment to have some tea and supper.”
“Is that all?”
“No. We played with your hair and your make-up too. We dressed you and undressed you. We dolled you up over and over again. If only you could have seen yourself. You were beautiful.”
“I was really unconscious that entire time?”
“Yes. You looked so peaceful. As a human doll should be.”
“That’s my doll,” she patted my cheek. “That is what you are and what you always will be. A human on the outside, a machine on the inside, a slave doll from within. It’s the core of you.”
“Is that why you made me, mistress? To be a toy for others to play with?”
“Of course.”
“Then why did you give me the ability to think, talk, feel, and...possibly...love?”
“I could have taken all that away from you, but I couldn’t.”
“Why not, mistress?”
“I guess you could say that I was fond of you as I was building you. You may have been dead but your heart was still so pure, so alive, broken but easy to mend back up again.”
“How did I die, mistress?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“All I remember is fire,” my lips trembled. “And how it burned.”
Mistress’s face. It instantly went pale. Her lips were tight. Unafraid, but concerned.
“And I remember,” I blinked. “This boy,” I said slowly. “He was a beautiful Indian boy.”
“Impossible.” Her eyes darkened. “You are making up stories Jia.”
“But I remember. I see it. It feels so true. I can almost see...everything...”
I closed my eyes. I could see it, feel it---the fire. And the Indian boy. He was my---
And we were burning in the---
“I knew the program would have a defect,” mistress snapped. She growled, “No matter. I will fix it. Your ridiculous stories ends now Jia, and soon, it will be permanent.”
“Will it hurt me, mistress?”
“Telling these stories and remembering them will Jia.”
“But I don’t feel pain.”
“You will if you don’t stop. So stop, or else I’d have to program you from scratch again.”
“I don’t want that mistress. I like me as I am now.”
“Me too,” she said softly, her eyes oh so tender. I saw emotion in her devil eyes for the first time. “You are more than my greatest invention. You are my doll. No matter how many of my customers buy you for rent for however long as they’d like, you will forever be my doll Jia.”
I was reminded again of my ill fate. I was not a human. Not anymore. I was not only a doll. I was a slave. A property. A possession for renting. A star---Madame Fang’s star in the making. About to be born. Again. Deep down the part of me that remembered the past that should have been forgotten soared with delight at the thought of it all. This was truly what I wanted.
“Last night was only just the beginning. You are perfect, but I have more plans in store for you. You will be the doll that all creatures of my kind will wish they can be. You will be the doll that will reign above any other human doll that comes after you. You will be a star under my wing Jia. I believe in you. I can see it. I can feel it. Oh, how the victory tastes sweeter than you.”
She said that with such hope that sounded far greater than all the hope in this new world. Far more hope than my old world. Even greater than the world that I was in now. Its current carried such warmth; I fed on its nourishment as delightfully as I did for passion, for lust, and for sex.
“Mistress, I hope I never disappoint you. I always want to make you proud.”
She cradled my face into her big bosom, caressing my cheek. “Always remember, my Jia doll, I’ll always be there to catch you when you fall.”
I smiled as she rocked me in her embrace. My face fell into her breasts, landing into such a blissful place. The way she cradled me soothed me in such a way that it erased everything. The curious story I just told. Everything, so vivid. And now, suddenly, it was gone. That had to have been Madame Fang’s doing. She erased the story---my past. I hoped her intention was good. I felt that she did it for a reason. She didn’t want me to be tainted. Or far worse:
Flawed.
I was far from being that when she took me out from my box and carried me in her arms. I was limp and unmoving in her arms and only because I felt so peaceful, as if being carried by a dream. She sat at the edge of her bed, cradling me still as she looked down at my face and caressed my cheek, gracing it with kisses that filled me with the greatest hope of all. I hoped that one day, I would have the honour of loving my mistress so the greatest sound of music will rejoice in my head. And I hoped that possibly, maybe, she could love me too, if she could possibly love.
That was a future that I could only hope for. Whether or not it would actually ever happen, I’d never know. I was in the now. Now---Madame Fang and I were elevated in an intimacy that was more divine than lust, sex, and passion. It was her maternal instinct that made us whole again. It put us in a trance as she kept rocking me in her arms, calling me her sweet and wonderful Jia doll. Her words made me feel blessed. I was a doll, but she still gave me feelings, emotion, and the ability to think, wonder, and to constantly ask questions. There was no more questions for me to as
k when she simply told me, “You are the invention I’ve been waiting for years to build. And here you are. I invented you for a reason Jia. Five years of my life was dedicated on making you.”
“And it was all worth it,” I murmured softly.
I closed my eyes with a smile that sealed my respect and my honour to be my mistress’s greatest invention of all her greatest inventions.
All was quiet. Eerily quiet. As if time---and this new world---had stood still. Then suddenly...
I heard it. This glorious sound. It was the music. The most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
Emily’s Basement
Magz Wiseman
Emily Bradshaw was the very epitome of what one would expect a Victorian girl to be. Although demure and polite to a fault, most who encountered her often felt slightly uncomfortable in her presence and would hasten to end a conversation with her as soon as was acceptably proper. Emily, for her part, seemed quite oblivious to the reactions of those around her, preferring instead her own company.
She lived in an elegant three floor town-house in the respectful district of Mayfair, London. Her sister, Millie, had moved out several years ago to marry a rather ugly but successful bank clerk and her brother, Henry currently served as a British Army officer in India. Her mother and father had lived in the house too, but they hadn’t been there for a long time.
Emily wasn’t alone in her big old house though; there was Maid and Butler who made sure her clothing was clean and that she had food to eat. Aside from them, she had her friends who lived in the basement.
***
Emily swept in through the solid black wooden door of her house, a wicker basket swinging from her arm.
“Good evening, Miss Emily,” Maid curtsied as she held the door open for her. The hour was far too late for any respectable young lady to be out roaming the streets.
“It is indeed a good evening.” Emily smiled back, her mood light and excited.
“Yes, Miss, that it is.” Maid took a nervous glance down both ways of the street before closing the door tightly shut. She took particular care to lock it, securely sliding home each of the heavy bolts. She was sure that one of these days, someone would notice her young Mistresses’ late night excursions.
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