The Sex Doll

I don’t know what my real name is. I don’t even know if I ever had one. All I know is that I am a slave. A sex slave. For as long as I can remember, my life has consisted of having sex with rich perverts who prefer underage girls. But that is all over now that I am turning eighteen. I don’t know what will happen to me now, but nothing can be worse than being a living, breathing sex doll. Can it?

Excerpt from The Sex Doll:
I was interrupted mid-thought by the sound of a door opening. I had been so busy rejoicing about Alex’s return to the world of the living that I had failed to notice it. But now it stood wide open. I focused on the doorway just as a man entered.

He was tall, but in no way handsome. His hair was whitish-grey, his skin greasy and his cholesterol level through the roof. His flabs of fat threatened to burst out his high-end suit each time he took a step. He was a slob, in every sense of the term. I had grown accustomed to feigning sexual arousal, but the mere sight of the man made me gag.

He waddled into the room, closing the door behind him. Without a word, he approached the cage and pulled a set of keys from his pocket. He scanned them before finding the one he was looking for. Once it stood between his chubby fingers, it was lowered to the lock, which quickly snapped open.

I was free. At least as free as I had ever been. Years of submission convinced me to stay in the cage. Even when the man opened the door, I stayed inside. He tried to coax me forward with a smile and an outstretched hand, but I was too afraid to move.

“Get out!” he roared. His voice was filled with anger. I had only heard such rage once before and that was when I had accidentally bitten one of The Master’s clients.

I hurried out of the cage, slamming my shoulder against the door in the process. But I ignored the pain and kept going until I was standing before the man. His eyes were fixed on me.

There was a long silence before he spoke.

“Do you know who I am?” he asked. Disdain had taken the anger’s place in his voice.

I shook my head.

“I’m your new master.”

I didn’t know what to do, so I just stood there, waiting to see what he would do next.

He slapped me. I was used to violence, but never before had it been so sudden.

“Do you understand?” he demanded. The anger had returned.

“Yes.” I expected my answer to please my new master, but it didn’t.

He slapped me again.

“Yes who?” he inquired. I could tell he was enjoying this.

“Yes Master.”

He smiled.

“Very good,” he brushed my cheek with his fingers. “I expect complete obedience from my slaves. Understand?”

“Yes Master.” I had learned my lesson.

“I expect you to obey my every command,” he continued.

“I understand Master,” I assured. I meant it too.

“Good girl.” Moments after the words left his lips, something brushed against my slit…