Be My Doll

V.C.

Beijing, China 4020

“Wake up, my broken darling.”

My eyes flickered open. I tilted my head; it felt as light as a butterfly in flight. Instead of flying, my brain was dead. Or so it seemed, for a brief moment in time. Until I opened my eyes wider. I breathed. Sucking in that first breath choked out a coarse and shaky cough out of me. I blinked again, my eyes flickering more wildly in panic, and then in peace. I was thinking to myself---

“You are alive.”

That voice. It wasn’t mine. Whoever that voice belonged to , they declared those very words that I said in my mind. Then I heard a sound. It was that of a ticking clock. More than just one. It sounded like a whole army of ticking clocks. It sounded like they were marching. Where was the war?

I was distracted by my eyes. They felt heavy and big, somehow. They travelled around this strange and unfamiliar place that I was in. The first thing I saw was the ceiling. It was decorated with bronze eyes---like evil eyes---the pupils, a sparkling silver. They were staring at me; I could have sworn that I even saw those bronze eyes blinking at me. I shook my head to cast out that very notion, turning my head on the left side. Something else was peculiar. All over the place was giant clock gears, air-plane wings, bronze and silver wheels, golden ceiling fans, and other parts and pieces. I couldn’t decipher where they had come from. It was a wonder why any of it was there in the first place. Where the bloody hell was I? In a junk yard of broken pieces? Was I a broken piece too? The air was warm here. A little too warm. It was heavy too. It was steam. And the light---it was coming from the sun. But I wasn’t outside. I saw a window; all I could see was a golden sky and pink clouds floating there, sailing like ships, then sun bursting through them . I was starting to freak out. Was I in a plane? But that would be impossible. It didn’t feel like this place was moving. It didn’t sound like I was inside of anything flying. I turned my head to my right. I saw something else amongst even more giant clock gears, air-plane wings, bronze and silver wheels, golden ceiling fans, and indistinct broken parts of unfamiliar things in the background. My eyes were staring at the face of a woman.

She looked to be a woman of Asian origin. Baby-faced. Slanted eyes. Fair light skin. Her shiny raven black hair was tied up in a gigantic bun. It gave off the illusion that it was her crown. There was a duo of shimmering golden chopsticks stuck in there as if her hair bun was a pin cushion. Emerald green jewels were hanging at the end of those chopsticks, matching the bright emerald green aviator goggles that she wore above her forehead. It was hard to tell how old she was; she looked ageless. Her skin. It was so flawless and as fair-white as a lily. Her brown eyes were like jewels. Shiny. Sparkly. Rich. Her red lipstick was shiny, sparkly, and rich too. It made her thick lips succulent. And so was her outfit, of what I could see of it. It looked like a hanfu. It was sapphire coloured. Long sleeved. Shiny because the fabric was silk. Sparkly because of the golden buttons that zigzagged from her neck to her waist. Rich not because of the price---though I gathered that this woman might have expensive tastes---but because of its ancestry. Unique to her culture, but all the more unique on her. It complemented her body---every curve of her, the back of her, and the...humongous bust of her. My eyes couldn’t help but freeze on that. Her outfit covered her breasts, but it was clear to see how big and round they were. I couldn’t blink; I could only smile at them. I heard a bubbly chuckle; it came from the woman. She carefully lifted up my head as if it was so fragile that it could easily break. She had me looking up at her face instead of on her breasts. I heard that sound again. The sound of ticking clocks, of oiled gears grinding, creating that noise of a tick-tocking war. It was louder in my ears than it was before. Why was it pounding into my brain as if it really was my brain? I couldn’t get it out of my head. Ding-dong. Tick-tock. Ding-dong. Tick-tock. Ding. Tick. Tock. Where were these clock-voices in my head coming from, and why couldn’t it stop already?

“Welcome to this century, darling,” the woman spoke. “You are home.”

“Home?”

Home was a familiar word. A vague place. I couldn’t remember if I ever had one.

“Who are you?” The sound of my voice. It sounded high in pitch. More feminine than masculine. “And where am I?” I looked around at my surroundings again, baffled. “And why am I here?”

I suddenly realized that I was lying on a cold slab. I looked up at the ceiling again. Those eyes. They really were blinking. Oh my God. Was I hallucinating? Was this place alive or something?

“You ask a lot of questions, my doll.” The woman chuckled in a deep tone.

“Is that bad?”

“It’s good. I programmed you that way.”

“Programmed me?” my body shook a little. The way she said it, so matter of fact, was frightening to my ticking ears. She sounded strict and serious. “I’m not a robot... am I?”

“Oh no, that you aren’t,” she shook her head with a sweet smile. “You are a doll.”

“I am a human,” I shook my head, convincing myself, and her, once again, “I am male.”

She brushed the tip of her emerald green polish coated finger over my shaking lips to silence me. Speaking softly as she continued to smile at me so sweetly, “No you are a human doll.”

“I don’t understand,” I grimaced. “Oh bloody fuck...” there was that incessant ringing noise of clock-work and grinding gears bursting in my brain again. It was louder than ever before. “Where is that blasted sound coming from?” I groaned.

“You.”

“What?” my voice dropped.

“I built the inside of you out of gears and clockwork. The inside of your body is like a machine now even though the outside of you is as normal, as doll-like and human-like, as it seems.”

“I think I am going to be sick...” My head was dizzy. Floating like the pink clouds outside.

She let out a laugh. “You don’t have the ability to be sick. I programmed you to never get sick. You will never go ill. You will never age; you’ll be forever young. And you will never die.”

“So I am immortal now?” I raised my eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“As a...” I gulped thickly. “A human doll?”

“Yes. My beautiful human lady-boy doll.”

“A human lady-boy doll? Wait, are you saying?” I nearly panicked, my hands roaming down my body.

“You still have your boy parts silly,” she slapped my hand away from my crotch.

I sighed with relief. “So then why do you call me a human lady-boy doll?”

“You are still a boy. You only look like a girl. You are a spitting image of a China doll. Beautiful. Curious. Strange. Wonderful. Just as I programmed you. Not really human, but still having that human look and charm. It took a good five years to build you just right.”

“Five years?” I choked out. “What year is it?”

“4020.”

“4020?” I gasped in fright. For some reason, I couldn’t remember whether or not I ever had a home, and yet, I could remember precisely what century I had come from. “I was born in the year 1857.” And I also could clearly remember one other thing. My age. “I can’t still be twenty.”

“I know,” she nodded. “I know everything about you from the day of your birth to the day you died.”

“I died?”

“At age twenty.”

“Why don’t I remember anything about my past?”

“I erased everything from your memory on purpose. Well, almost everything, except for the year you were born and the age you passed on. That was necessary to keep; the rest was useless.”

“To you, but what about me?”

“There’s no use for the past,” she scoffed. “The majority of what you once were, and where you had come from, is gone, my dear. Every memory of yours, is all in my keeping now.”

I thought she was completely joking, but she wasn’t. She really did must have erased all my memories---my past. My mind felt empty. It had no past. No present. I doubt it had a future.

“If it’s in your keeping, you could possibly give it back to me?”

“I can, yes, if I wanted to. But for now, that doesn’t matter. Today, you’ll take your first steps, like a baby. You’ll be starting all over in this new world. But don’t you worry, you won’t be alone. I am your creator and your mistress.”

“Your name, mistress?”

“Fang. You’ll call me Madame Fang.”

I saw why. She had real fangs. Like a vampire. Otherworldly. Strange. Sexy.

“Madame Fang,” I echoed. “What a beautiful name.”

“I know. Now, sit up, Jia.”

“Jia?”

“That’s your name now. It’s a traditionally unisex Chinese name.”

“Are we in China?”

“Yes. Beijing.”

“Was I born here?”

“You were originally born in England in a city called London.”

“How did I get from there to here, mistress?”

“Enough questions, my sweet. Do what I commanded you to do. Sit up,” she said in a more dominant tone of voice that gripped my attention. I obeyed immediately. I sat up, slowly.

“My body feels heavy.”

“It will for now. Once you get used to walking, you will feel lighter, more human-like.”

I took Madame Fang’s word for it. She rubbed my back as I sat up straight, me being afraid that I really was going to break. It was when she continuously rubbed my back that I realized that I was naked. Beads of sweat dotted my chest caused by the hot steam filling the room. The sweat-pearls trickled from my chest down to my torso. She was right. I did still have my male parts. They were limp, sleeping. I touched my face. It felt soft and feminine. My fingers were touching round and full cheeks, a little nose, a smooth chin, little ears, and thick lips. My hair. It was long. Its length was hanging past my shoulders. It was blonde in colour. I touched my head. Something suddenly happened. The tick-tock of my brain. It had stopped.

“I can’t hear that sound anymore. Is that a good thing?”

“Yes. That means you are working. No longer broken.”

“Was I badly broken?”

“You were, but now, you are brand new,” she said with such pride.

“Is the sound gone forever now?”

“No, it will be with you forever. You’ll hear it every day, especially before, during, and after lust and passion. It does that because sex---it will all be too much for your brain to handle. And, that sound will also commence when, if ever, you fall in love. It won’t sound the same though. It will sound like music. It’ll be the most beautiful sound of music you’d ever hear.”

“I’ve had sex before, right?”

“With women and with men.”

“And love? Have I ever been in love?”

“Hush,” she said loudly

“Sorry Madame Fang,” I looked down, then up at her. “I ask too many questions.”

“That’s because I made you to be wonderful. Now---” she stood in front of me.

Finally I was able to see what she her face on, she wore a long-flowing black skirt that was ruffled at the hem of it. It was different from silk. It was shinier. It looked like vinyl material. Yet somehow it had movement; it swayed and flowed to her body motion. The only skin of her I could see was her ankles. She was wearing bronze boots that were adorned with clockwork gears. They were shaped like stars, but sparkling brighter than the actual stars. They looked heavy, like the way my body was feeling. My face was aligned at her bust again; but I tore my eyes away and looked up at her face instead.

“Be my doll,” she cooed. “My baby doll. That’s what you are now. Make your first step.”

My feet touched the ground. Madame Fang held onto my hand gently. Bless her for doing that, because when I stood, I felt like an anchor that was about to plunge into a boisterous sea.

“Oh God, how much do I weigh?” I was heavy. Oh so very heavy.

“The less you think about it, the less you will notice. Pace yourself. Take your first step.”

“How can something so simple be so hard?” I murmured.

That first step felt painful. I heard a squeak. It must have come from me. I assumed that was normal. Lifting up my foot was like lifting a ton of bricks. However I did what she said and I paced myself. I took my first step with one foot. I did the same to the other. I sounded squeakier, feeling even heavier. But I did it.

I put my left foot forward, then my right foot forward. I succeeded.

“That’s my doll,” Madame Fang chirped so joyfully, standing by my side, holding my hand. “Take as many steps as you are able to handle,” she said softly against my ear. “Don’t rush. Let your body absorb you darling. Absorb everything around you. This will be your home now for a while. I will take good care of you, not as your mother, but as your Mistress. Is that clear?”

“Yes Madame Fang.”

“Would you like me to let go of your hand?”

“No, please don’t,” my voice quivered wearily. “I still feel too heavy.”

“I won’t let go then. For now.”

I looked around the room like I did when I first woke from...

“Madame Fang, was I sleeping?”

“If that’s what you want to call it, yes.”

“I know this is my home, but where are we exactly mistress?” I looked towards the window. “Why does it feel like we are up in the sky?”

“Because that’s where we are. It’s a house in the sky. It’s towered off the ground.”

“That’s very...not of this Earth.”

“Oh, we are still on that planet. It’s far different though from the century you came from.”

That I could already tell. I was smitten by that sky outside. It was still gold, and the clouds, they were still pink. It was phenomenal, very pretty. I knew that I wasn’t hallucinating. It was real.

“Is this the entire house, Madame Fang?” I asked her as I slowly took another step. Wherever we were, it was so claustrophobic, so cluttered. It was a wonder how the floor was so clean when the walls were so junky and that ceiling, oh that ceiling, I couldn’t look at it again. It was too creepy.

“Far from it, my China doll. This is my work room.”

“What do you do for work, mistress?”

“I’m an inventor,” I caught her smirking. “The most acclaimed inventor in Beijing.”

“That I know,” I lifted my chin up. “You invented me, practically, after all mistress”

“Another trait I programmed into you. A bit sassy and cocky. Very attractive.”

I wasn’t sure if that was her giving me a come-on, or her just stating a matter of fact. I didn’t know Madame Fang yet, but if there was one thing I gathered already was that she was very cryptic. And boy, wasn’t that sexy as hell. I smiled a little, trying hard to not look at her bust again as I made another step. Oh. That step. A tiny bit of weight was dropped from me. Or was that just my imagination? I took another step again, one foot forward, another foot forward.

“I feel like we are floating now.”

“Didn’t I tell you? The less you think about the weight, the less you will notice.”

“You are always right, Madame Fang.”

“I know.”

She squeezed my hand. Suggestively, perhaps? I felt my cheeks blushing. I had feelings?

“Just because you are a human doll doesn’t mean you don’t have a heart, Jia. You can feel.”

I blinked, stupefied. “You just read my mind.”

She laughed. “You caught on that quickly.”

Her laugh. It sounded so sensual, slightly demonic, with a hint of evil and lust all rolled into one laugh. It made me wonder if she wasn’t all human either. Human on the outside, but not on the inside. I wondered what she was made of, and what she was. Those fangs alone told me that perhaps she was not of this world either. If only I knew, but not knowing was part of the thrill.

“Are you ready to go upstairs?”

“I think so mistress. I think I can do it.”

“Going up those steps will be a struggle though,” she admonished urgently. “You might collapse, and I might have to carry you like the little baby doll that you are.”

“I sure hope not Madame Fang. I want to be stronger than that.”

“Easier said than done, for now, but you can try. I programmed you to be strong as well, full of courage. We’ll see soon enough if that part of your program works.”

I really did hope so. Not that I knew that she’d be disappointed if my strength and courage did fail me, but I sure as hell didn’t want to find out. This aura about her told me that a disappointed Madame Fang wasn’t going to amount to anything good, and that it would amount to only one thing:

Chaos.

I continued taking my baby steps, my hand held by my Mistress’s soft hand. I felt lighter, if only in my mind, as I took those steps towards a stairway. It was black, intricate-looking, exuding the style of the Victorian age, the era of where I was born, but couldn’t remember anything much about. Not a face. Not a memory. Not a mother, a father, a sister, or a brother. Not a lover. Nothing. Not even myself. Whatever existence I once had, it was nothing.

“We are almost there,” Madame Fang spoke gently. “You are doing very well Jia.”

How proud of me she sounded. It made me smile. My baby steps quickened towards the stairway. The grip of my hand was tightened as Madame shouted, “Pace yourself Jia!” She said that in Chinese. My mind translated it as if I was born knowing that language as my native tongue. “You are walking too fast!” she said in a louder tone. I couldn’t stop myself. “Stop!”

“Yes Mistress,” I had to stop myself. We were in front of the stairway. A light was shining down on it, bringing more life to the Victorian design of the stairway. It was a work of art of itself. It almost took my breath away. If I had a breath, that is. I breathed. I could breathe. Like a human.

“Now, don’t panic if your weight overwhelms you and makes you collapse. It’s very normal.”

“I don’t want that to happen. I want the program to work. It’s a reflection of you.”

“Silly doll. So sentimental. Take your first step on the stairway. I’ll be right beside you.”

I obeyed. I was determined to have that first step be something more than just a step. I wanted it to be a leap. Like reaching out to the universe, one that was even more fantastical than this one. I tried, oh, I hoped that Madame Fang saw that I tried.

When I took that second step up the stairway, the inevitable happened.

My body. It tightened. It was heavy like an anchor again. I felt like I was drowning to the sea, crashing to my second death. I was sinking to the ground as I cried, “No!”

I burst out that word in Madame Fang’s language. It was the first word of Chinese I ever said.

“Don’t panic,” mistress said it like a warning. “You can breathe Jia. Breathe.”

I panicked. I couldn’t breathe. All I saw was darkness. Flickers of glitter. My head. Dizzy. Ticking rhythmically. I must have fainted, when I became aware again my feet weren’t on the ground anymore. I was being carried. I was held in Madame Fang’s arms. What a weakling I was. I was warned, but how I hated myself for succumbing to the inevitable defeat. My eyes flickered; I didn’t stare at the ceiling. All I cared about was mistress’s face. She was looking down at me. I noticed the tiny features on her face that I didn’t see before. She had freckles on her cheeks. It looked so adorable. She wasn’t wearing any make-up other than the lipstick she wore on her lips. She was a natural beauty. No, more like a ravishing divinity. She flashed her fangs at me. It gave me a tiny fright, because up close, they looked monstrous, definitely not of the human kind. They looked as if they could kill. When she licked them, I almost feared that she’d prick her own tongue with it.

“Don’t you worry, my doll.” She read my thoughts again. Teasingly she wiggled the tip of her tongue against the pointy tip of her right fang. “It doesn’t hurt me. I don’t bleed.”

“Are you a vampire, Madame Fang?”

She blinked. “What’s a vampire?” she raised her eyebrow at me.

“Never mind. Just a silly question, that’s all.”

“I programmed you to ask silly questions sometimes that even I won’t know the answers to.”

“Why’s that?”

“It makes you interesting and exciting. I’d rather be damned than to make a boring toy out of you.”

That was the first time she ever called me a toy. That, I knew for sure, was about sex. A faint thrill rushed through me at the thought.

“I want to be the best toy I can be, Mistress.”

“In time, you will. You’ll be well-trained and will become the best human doll in all of China.”

“Yes mistress.”

My eyes darted sideways. I saw that we were now in the upstairs of her home; my new home. We were in the kitchen. It had all the fixings of a kitchen, nothing out of the ordinary. Just like her work room, every material was made of brass or silver. The ceiling in the kitchen had eyes too. Still scary, but I was starting to get used to those blinking ceiling eyes. They became the new normal for me already.

“Why does your ceiling have eyes, Mistress?”

“Everything in this world has eyes. Everything is watching you. It puts you in your place.”

“Even for you, Mistress?”

“I know my place. It only watches you.”

She was right about that. They were watching me. I ignored them, focusing on the only pair of eyes that didn’t make me afraid. But they still put me in my place: Madame Fang’s dark eyes.

“You like being carried like this, don’t you?” her smile, and her fangs, made me blush.

“I don’t mind standing, Mistress.”

“You won’t be able to walk now. The weight is too much. If you thought you felt heavy before, you will really feel heavy now. Remember, you are only a baby. Relax as I give you the tour.”

“Yes Madame Fang. I would like that very much,” I smiled.

I enjoyed every minute of it. She carried me to the “media room.” It had fine red velvet couches, golden carpeting, and many windows that overlooked the outside world. There was a strange invention there. It was a flat screen, rectangular shaped. Very peculiar, so strange looking.

“What is that there, Mistress?” I pointed at it.

“It’s called a television,” she replied.

“What is it for?”

“It shows moving images. It entertains you.”

“Will we watch it often?”

“Yes, we shall watch all sorts of things. Comedies. Tragedies. Anything I’d like to see, you will watch.”

“I look forward to that Mistress.”

She then showed me to her office, which was so whimsical in its quaintness. She had another work room. It was in that work room where a door led to the outside. She opened that door carefully while still balancing me in her strong arms and stepped out onto the balcony. We were a part of the golden sky, so high that I felt like I could almost touch the pink clouds. The air was as hot as the steam. What a view. It was unbelievable. It looked like we had the most splendid aerial view of Beijing, perhaps the best skyline view on the planet. I could see these tall buildings. I asked Mistress what they were; she said they were skyscrapers. I pointed at other buildings; she said they were towers. One of them was the Beijing Watch Tower. Another set of buildings were called temples. One of them that she pointed at was called the Temple of Heaven. Everything----the skyscrapers, the towers, and the temples---blew me away. I couldn’t blink; I didn’t want to miss a single first sight at them.

“What are those things in the water?” I stared at a purple sea far below us.

“Those are metal ships. They are propelled by sails powered by the sun and the moon light.”

“And what are those things up in the sky?” I looked up.

“Those are airships. They are powered by steam. One day, I will take you for a ride on mine.”

My mind. It started ticking. And not in a bad way., but because I was thinking. Madame Fang’s words---I will take you for a ride---not sounding remotely suggestive at all, made me think of only one thing: sex. My cock started to stir. Just a little bit. A nagging twitch.

“Oh, I can’t wait for you to take me for a ride,” I beamed.

“And you aren’t meaning my airship,” she chuckled. I blushed at her acknowledgement and understanding.

“Sorry mistress. My mind wandered there...”

“I programmed you to have a mind such as that for a reason. Don’t be shameful of it.”

What that reason was---as curious as I was---I didn’t feel that it was the most appropriate opportunity to ask. Not that it mattered. She could read my mind. She answered with a smirk.

“The last stop of the tour is my bedroom.”

“The best room in the house, I can imagine.”

“It’s where all the sorcery happens.”

I could already feel that magic when she carried me there. It was beautiful. The bed was giant; it looked like it could fit up to five people. I could well imagine that Mistress had more than that many people in there. There was black chandeliers; covered in black diamonds, making it shine and sparkle without the light needing to shine on them. The walls were decorated with actual clockwork gears all over it,and there was a mirror. I hadn’t yet seen what I looked like. I didn’t have to say that aloud of course she took me there. I closed my eyes tightly, afraid at first to see what I looked like. I had no recollection of what I looked like . I didn’t remember what my hair colour was or what features I used to have. If I knew absolutely nothing, it was a wonder why I was so frightened at staring into my own reflection. I was afraid of what would be looking back at me. I knew I wasn’t a monster. I couldn’t have been hideous. But I wasn’t a human. I was a doll. A China doll. A toy. Looking more like a...

“Open your eyes.”

I had no choice but to obey. My eyes. They were abnormally huge. Bright blue. Glossy. Vacant.

“Are my eyes actually real?” I blinked.

“Yes.”

“Why are they big like this?” I marvelled.

“Doll eyes like yours are the most adored in this country. Exaggerated. Dramatized. Not too expressive, rather vacant. Cute. Precisely like yours.”

I stared at them. They were strange, and yet, so wonderful in their eccentricity. “They really are cute.”

And so was my face. It looked like it was made of porcelain, so fair with not a crack of a blemish, misfortune, or imperfection on it. So perfect, I had a cute as a little button nose. My ears weren’t too big but not too small either; it was an even balance. My lips were plump and full. Pouty and a little seductive. My cheeks were baby-like in their smoothness, thick, round and rosy coloured. I already had known that my hair was blonde but looking into the mirror I saw how thick and luminous it was like bronze twisted with silver. Out of all aspects of me, my hair, especially, was what made me most doll-like. I wasn’t wearing any make-up; my face was a blank canvas, only hinting to the possibilities. If my face looked like a female without make-up, not even my wildest imagination could envision how pretty I’d actually look with it. I could only picture how it would accentuate and exaggerate my features.

“I’m going to let you stand on your feet now,” mistress broke my concentration. “If you feel faint, don’t worry. I will catch you.”

“Yes Mistress,” I nodded. “I trust you to always catch me.”

She set me down on the floor. I stood tall on my two legs. Wobbled a little as if about to fall over, but balanced myself, as my eyes stuck at my reflection in the mirror. I looked at my body from top to bottom and back to front. It wasn’t just my face that was feminine. My body looked feminine too. It had curves, hips and a round and voluptuous bottom. The only thing that was all male about me was my thick and long sleeping penis and my soft and velvety ball sack. If I tucked my balls and my penis far back between my legs, I’d truly look like a real human girl doll. I did that to myself. The other reflection I saw was of Madame Fang. She stepped back, admiring my reflection with me. I could feel her eyes on my faux-pussy. She smiled seductively. I let my balls and my cock go, having them set free from my playful tuck. My cock, suddenly, became wickedly hard.

“I’m sorry,” I gulped, looking down at myself. “I don’t know why I’m hard right now.”

“You are turned on by your own reflection. That was exactly what I wanted to see. If you can’t be turned on by yourself, who else will?”

“Did you program me that way too?”

She shook her head. “That’s all you, Jia. That’s the only thing about you that is organically you.”

“You say that I can still function as if I were a human?”

“Yes in all ways.

“That’s a relief,” I sighed. I gritted my teeth. There was that sound again. The army of clocks pounding my brain. “Mistress,” I gulped thickly. “May I relieve myself? The clock voices. It’s overwhelming. And so is my...” I looked down at myself. I was so long and so bloody hard.

“I want you to wank yourself. That is all. And I will watch.”

“Will I see you naked, mistress?”

“How greedy you are,” she snorted. “You think you can get what you want that easily without earning it. You will not see me naked, not today. You will one day make love to me, but only when I’ve moulded you into the most perfect China doll that the entire country will just adore.”

“Aren’t I already the perfect China doll? My reflection says---”

“You are just a baby. You were only born today. All this is only the beginning.” She stepped closer to me, gripping my behind, her claws digging into my flesh. I gasped when she growled in my ear, her voice sounding not human, but demonic, “One day, I’m going to make you into a star. That was why I made you. I’ll nurture you, mould you, and train you to be everyone’s doll.”

“Yes Mistress,” I breathed slowly with a shake to my voice.

“But for now, you are my doll. Be my doll and play with yourself.” She spanked my bottom. “Oh, by the way, Jia. This will be the best wank that you will ever have, my dear.”

I could already feel it, the divine sublimity of what would be the first orgasm of my new life. It had, after all, been...I calculated. 2,163 years since my last one? Fuck. No wonder I was so horny just by looking at myself. It wasn’t only my reflection that sky-rocketed my arousal.

My mistress was the keeper of my flame and my desire.

She lay on her bed sideways, in that position alone my eyes wandered along the curvature of her body. What a figure! Those she-devil eyes. They suggested such exciting debauchery. I gulped as I wrapped my hand around my cock. My body was still heavy but it was so easy to ignore as I jerked myself off, slowly I couldn’t draw my eyes away from Madame Fang, to my joy her dark eyes, they were locked on me too.

“That’s my doll,” her voice sounded like the hiss of a slithering snake. “Savour yourself.”

I obeyed, slowly engendering the motion of my tender wank. My lips trembled excitedly when my Madame unbuttoned a button from her hanfu. Just one button. That was all she did. Her bosom was still not exposed. Only the nape of her neck, nothing more. Just that little exposure of her divine flesh, it made me quicken myself . Oh, how Madame Fang was teasing me! She lifted up her ruffled vinyl skirt, exposing only the flesh of her ankles, her boots gleaming.

I let out a sharp gasp, biting down on my lip. My breath quickened. Her skin. Those ankles. That neck. My eyes darted at her bust; my perversion drove me wild. I pictured her nude breasts flashing before my eyes. I let out a girly squeak, gripping onto the length of my thick shaft harder, squeezing it more firmly, and moving my hand faster.

“Oh yes,” Madame Fang purred. “That’s my doll.”

She lifted her skirt just a bit higher, exposing just a glimpse of her thigh. That was it. The sublimity.

I closed my eyes and let out a cry as I came. I cried even harder as I continued to come, the ticking in my brain sounding like an earthquake had just shattered and I was suffering the vicious aftershocks of it. Oh my head, it was pounding unbearably, but it was all worth it.

When I opened my eyes, I practically came for the second time. On the bust of Madame Fang’s hanfu was...my cum. The colour white of my cream popped against the sapphire blue of it.

She looked down at it, collecting a drop of me with the tip of her finger. She stuck that finger in her mouth, sucking on it, just the tip. Savouring me. She hummed, “You taste very sweet. Try it.”

“Is it really sweet?” I stepped towards her, feeling faint, but fighting against it. “Is come supposed to taste sweet?”

“Your come is. I made sure of it that you would not taste salty and bitter like normal. It has a buttery texture and a candy-like sweetness that is too delicious, almost addictive to the tongue.”

How delightful that sounded. I had to taste the flavour of me for myself.

I collapsed on my knees---not on purpose, the weight of my body had me fall naturally. My face landed straight into Madame Fang’s pillow-like bosom. I kissed my seed off of her hanfu before licking it. Then I tasted it,again, as usual, Mistress was right. My come really did taste sweet. Like a nectar. And it had a buttery texture too. My tongue was addicted to it as if it were a candy. I kissed and licked every drop of me off her. I was about to swallow that last pearl of my sugary sweet, but Mistress, she cradled my face into her arms, rocking me. And then, her lips pressed against mine. Her tongue, oh, what a tongue! It stole that sugary sweat pearl of me out of my mouth so that only she could savour it for herself. She sucked on my tongue, savouring even the after-taste of me in my mouth. I moaned loudly into her mouth as she did too. Our kiss. It was as addictive as my own nectar. If it weren’t for her prying my lips off hers, our kiss could have possibly lasted forever.

“Jia,” she moaned softly. “You’re already making me so proud.”

“Why is that mistress?” I blushed with pride.

“You are still just my baby, but already, you’re becoming my most perfect doll.”

I nuzzled my nose against her bosom. She pulled me up on the bed beside her. I was facing her and she was facing me. My doll-eyes looked up at her. No words were spoken between us. There didn’t need to. Eyes had a way of speaking a language of their own. I still couldn’t tell if in those eyes was good or if all was there was evil. Either way, in that moment, I didn’t care. All I saw was my mistress, and I drank in every inch of her face. She cradled my face into her bosom, stroking my hair, coaxing me into such a peaceful state of mind. There was not a sound. No ticking. No gears grinding. Silence. There was not an army of clocks making war in my brain. The sweet silence. I embraced that sublimity. Just like a real baby that is lulled to sleep by a lullaby, I dozed off with the rocking of my mistress’s arms. Then, I peacefully fell into what was possibly and most likely the first real blessed sleep I had in over two-thousand years.

***

Waking up was a new beginning.

I could hear the army of clock gears ticking in my body. Except it wasn’t an army today. It wasn’t loud to my ears. It was quieter, softer, not as jarring and frightening. I looked around; I was still in Madame Fang’s room. She however wasn’t. And I wasn’t in her bed anymore. I was in...a confined space. It wasn’t a closet. It was more like...a box. Four rectangular walls surrounded me; it was made of gold brass. In front of me was glass. I couldn’t move. It was a wonder to me that I could even breathe; however wasn’t suffocating in this claustrophobia. I wondered how long I had been in this box. Was it my prison and my home?

I heard a creaking sound. It was Madame Fang stepping into her bedroom. I kept my mouth shut but it sure was tempting to have it drop to the floor. She had her hair in big and bouncy pig tails, which were held by what looked to be brass flower pins. She wore a black corset that was shimmering with gold clock gears. It pushed her breasts up so high; they were as humongous and round as I imagined them to be. The natural bounce and sway of them; what a menacing melody. Her neck collar matched the colour of her corset; it seemed to elongate her neck. She wore black and gold stripped pants that were tight around her, showing off the wave of her curves in such a smashing fashion that I almost wanted to whistle. That was, if I could actually whistle. She wore shiny black boots that reached up to her knees, the heel so tall, making her tower over everything. Making me feel weak. It was Madame Fang’s doing. Just the essence of her presence did that to me. It broke the strength in me, but I didn’t dare show it. I just stood still in my box.

She opened it, “Welcome to the dawn, my Jia doll.”

Leaning in she embraced my waist with one hand and helped me out of the box. Placing me down on the ground to stand on my own two feet she allowed me the honour of being able to stretch myself. My body. There was no squeaking, no loud ticking. No more of that overwhelming heavy feeling. I was as light as air. I took a couple of steps. I could walk like a human, it felt like I had wings. I sprinted and leaped into the air feeling as if I was flying. Madame Fang watched me like a proud mother, smiling so wide. I looked at her and said, “Mistress, am I not a baby anymore?”

“Not anymore. You are now a young adult. You will never grow old, you will remain the same age that I wished you to be. Dolls are immortal.”

“Are you immortal too, Mistress?”

“I am for as long as my inventions are immortal with me.”

“I am honoured to be your invention.”

“I am proud. You are one of my greatest inventions. I can’t wait to show you off to my friends and my suitors.”

“When will that be, Mistress?”

“Today.”

“Today? Why so quick?”

“Because they can’t wait anymore as can’t I. We want to play with you so badly. Especially me.”

“Will that be as soon as your guests arrive, Mistress?”

“It starts now by me dressing you.”

She took my hand and led me out of the bedroom down the hallway toward a set of stairs I hadn’t seen the last time,. . It was as if it had suddenly appeared and I wondered how I had missed it. This time, I wasn’t too heavy and didn’t faint going up the stairs. Even then, Madame Fang was by my side, holding my hand.

We ascended up the stairs and suddenly there we were in what was the most whimsical room of all.

“This is the play room.” she announced with a touch of pride in her voice.

It was a play room in the round. The ceiling was made of glass, dome-shaped. The chandeliers were a champagne pink and yellow, glowing from the sunlight that was streaming through the glass ceiling. There were chairs and couches that looked more like thrones. A night-stand that had brushes, combs, hair accessories, and a giant mirror, and of course there was a bed. It was in the round too. Around the edges of the wall was a standing rail that held clothing. Clothes that were as stunning as those that I had seen Madame Fang wear so far. Clock-work style corsets in all the colours of existence. Skirts and dresses---some were long and some were short, some were straight and some were ruffled or puffy, and they were in all the colours of the world as well. Collars, like the one mistress was wearing as well as some that were Victorian in its style---dramatic, elegant, and supreme. And cuffs too. And mitts. Bondage-style clothing,Top hats, Aviator goggles, lots of bows Everywhere I looked there was something new to see. It was a dizzying number of clothing and accessories that made my eyes widen and my head spin.

“Are all these clothes for me, Mistress?”

“Yes.”

“They are works of art.”

“Of course they are. I made them.”

“You did?” My mouth dropped open.

“Don’t you ever forget my doll, I am the inventor and you are not my only creation,” she smirked slyly.

“I’ll never forget it.”

“You are excited.”

“Pardon mistress?”

Her eyes darted down at my cock followed closely by mine. It was hard. Overwhelmingly hard, already glistening with pre-cum.

“You will not dare touch yourself.” That sounded like a threat. It made my cock twitch.

“I won’t mistress,” I gulped.

“Now, it’s time to doll you up. No pun intended.”

She took my hand and excitedly led me towards the night stand. She had me sit in a chair. It was the only chair in the room that wasn’t throne-like at all. It was a stool. I saw my reflection in the mirror, I looked the same as yesterday even though I felt so much more comfortable with myself. . My hair, as shimmery golden blonde as ever, was so thick and full, pristine. Mistress took a comb, running it through my locks. That look on her face. It was bubbly, so full of life, as if she were a child again. If she ever was, that is. It made her look even more beautiful and sexy to my big, round, and vacant eyes. After she brushed my hair with many smooth and tender strokes, she carefully wound brass curlers into it, winding it tight enough so those curls would be sure to set. Madame Fang let out a squeal.

“You look adorable already!” she jumped. “And I am just getting started with you, my doll.”

I flashed a smile at her. Her eyes were focused on my lips and suddenly her lips moved against mine. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth, her humming making me swoon with ecstasy.

“I am going to paint your lips gold like your hair,” she whispered. “It’s going to sparkle and shine.”

“Like you, mistress?”

She caressed my chin, pushing my face upward. I looked into her eyes that were far from vacant, yet, they were void of all emotion . They were dark. Menacing. Gorgeous.

“Purse your lips.”

I obeyed her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her snatching up a lipstick applicator, revealing its shimmery gold colour. She applied it to my pursed lips. Thickly, I could tell, by how many strokes she made with it.

“Ooh,” she cooed. “Stunning.”

She wouldn’t let me look in the mirror to see myself yet. Not until I was all dolled up.

Next was the eye-shadow. She let me see it before it was applied, it was the colour of her hair. “Close your eyes.”

I obeyed and felt a brush dusting my eyelids with that black eye-shadow I also felt a thin and wet tip gliding along my eyelids too,. And the gentle stroke of a brush against my eyelashes. Another brush stroked me all over my face. It was a powdery substance and I could feel it coating my skin. Then it stopped. I heard Madame Fang’s voice. “Now you open your pretty eyes.”

I obeyed.

“You can look in the mirror. Now.”

I turned my head towards the mirror and gasped. My face. It looked like a doll-face before when it was in the nude, but with make-up on, it was so close to that of a doll that it was unreal. But I was real, I touched my nose to remind myself that the reflection was not an illusion. It was really me. My eyes. They looked bigger and wider with the heavy black eye-shadow and mascara. It made me appear even more animated than I already was without it. Even my blonde eyebrows, so perfectly arched, were out of this universe. My cheeks were a rosy pink, like the colour of my natural lips. My lips really did match the colour of my hair, except it sparkled. The texture of my face looked and felt as smooth as a pancake. Fair. Flawless. Extraordinary. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of myself; I couldn’t believe that I wasn’t an illusion. I was real.

“You are real.” My Mistress read my thoughts once more.

“You make me look---and feel---that way.”

“Now what to dress you in. Stay where you are while I pick your attire.”

Perched on the stool and watched Madame Fang skip towards the towering number of fashions that she had to choose from. How was it possible for an inventor to choose the best of her creations?

Madame Fang made it look so easy. She grabbed one of the collars first. It was a Victorian style one. Skipping over she showed it to me and had me feel it. It was fuchsia cotton, thick and sturdy in its material, trimmed top and bottom with long-flowing frilly fuchsia lace On the front was a stunning giant clock gear brooch that was encrusted with champagne diamonds. There was a O shaped ring in the very centre. On the back side was shiny gold buttons. She unbuttoned them buttons to open the collar. She had me lift up my chin as she put it on me. With a snap, it was around my neck. My neck felt like it was caged.

Precisely as Madame Fang wanted it, I presumed.

She grabbed a corset that went with that collar, It was fuchsia and gold too. Clockwork gears was its embellishment; it shimmered and sparkled like my lips. The corset had straps at the bottom like garters. She put it on me in such an eager fashion that it made my cock jolt, but again, I didn’t dare touch myself, and with all my power, I stopped myself from even thinking about it. Then she grabbed a skirt. It was parted in the middle whereas the rest was bustled. She slipped that on me too, up to my waist to where the straps of my corset were beneath it, lying on my upper thighs. The parting in the middle of the skirt was there for a reason. As I looked I could see it was for the exposure of my loins, and for the easy access of it. My cock was a pistol; how badly it wanted to shoot, but I didn’t dare engage it.

Madame Fang grabbed a pair of stockings. They were gold and fuchsia stripped, sheer in its fabric, shimmery by the light. She rolled them up my leg; the garter clipping into place to hold them up. The last article of clothing Madame Fang had was the shoes. They looked so scandalous. I took a deep breath when she showed them to me. They were dark fuchsia with gold trimming completed with moving clock gears . as if they were keeping time. . And the heels lit up gold. Sparkling like the most splendid of all light shows. Even Madame Fang took a deep breath as she admired this great invention of hers. She admired them all the more as she slipped them on my dainty little feet licking her lips in lustful hunger.

“Walk,” she commanded. Rising up from the ground to watch me.

I didn’t know if in my past life I ever walked in a pair of high heeled shoes, a corset, stockings, a skirt, and a collar. However perhaps I did, I walked in them naturally, not missing a single step. The fashion I was wearing---it made me feel so good, even hornier, as if I wasn’t already turned on enough. I strutted across the room with a light shake to my hip and a jaunty wiggle of my bottom. That excited Madame Fang quite a bit. She pounced on me, holding me tight and close to her. It made me gasp and giggle all at once as she declared, “Oh Jia, my doll, I made you just right!”

“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.

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 into 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 ask 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.