Page 82 of Freak

Get me the fuck out of here! she shouts, her words muffled. Even though she’s been kidnapped from her home and taken to an unknown location, she still thinks she has a say in what happens to her.

It’s vaguely amusing.

“She has your nose,” the Founder observes. “Will she become a Living Doll as well?”

This daughter is not as intriguing to me as the freak. This one is completely against perversions, and thus, bringing her here and intellectual training her to be a Living Doll is my own personal challenge. How long will it take to break her?

Perhaps this time, I’ll use a different trigger with her. The brother responded to my snapping fingers, and the freak loves clitoral pain. With this next daughter, I’ll use something else, a word maybe. Something grating, like the word, “whore.”

“Eventually,” I say. I raise my glass. “Once I become bored with her.”

The Founder’s smile widens; he understands me. He tilts his head. “And will you keep this one as well?”

Laughter bursts from my chest. As much as I love to experiment, the only doll I’ll ever keep for myself is the freak.

“Of course not,” I say. “We’ll sell it.”

“She has tattoos,” he says. “We could have the harvesters gather a new resource for the tester, or we could use her.”

“I’d be happy to condition her for him.”

We finish our champagne and discuss the final preparations for the tester’s next doll. Then the Founder leaves, and I pull the freak out from under the desk. With a leash connected to its collar, all it takes is a slight pull, and the freak crawls behind me.

I bring it to my bedroom and lie it on a long rubber pad. I remove the doll’s full diaper, the sweet stench of liquid feces filling the air, similar to the stool of an infant fed on pure breastmilk. I designed the nutritional shake so the maintenance of the Living Dolls is as tolerable as possible, thus the subtly sweet fecal matter.

I wipe the genitals clean, then lay beside it, propping my head up with one hand and using the other to caress the doll’s nipples and growing stomach.

“Think of it,” I murmur. “Less than a year has passed since you were sucking your own mother’s nipple. Perhaps when this child has reached the same age as you are now, I’ll force her to do the same to you.”

Tears well in the doll’s eyes. I lick my lips, and my dick pushes against its thigh.

“Don’t worry, sweet one. There will be newer, better brain chips by then, and I’ll have you kill your own daughter. You are my only favorite. You, only you, are my disgusting freak.”

The doll’s eyelids flicker, the pupils dilating, a demonstration of comfort.

“I still breed the others,” I say. “Even then, I use nonsexual methods to insert my semen. You are the only one who deserves my cock.”

I kiss the temple, an act of affection far too kind for an object, but it’s what I desire right now.

“Even when you grow old, when your tits sag and your hair grays, I’ll never replace you,” I say into its ear. “But I won’t let you live beyond me either. What would a doll like you do without its owner? I’ll kill you before I die. That way, you’ll end your life as my freak.”

I undress fully, then ready my cock at the doll’s entrance. Its lips quiver, but no words escape. Somewhere deep inside of its brain, it must be excited to take my full length in its scarred, battered cunt. Or perhaps it’s trying to revolt against me.

Either way, this is what it wanted. Not a family, not a home, but a symbolic place of belonging. Someone who sees it for what it truly is. Someone who will always want it.

I thrust in hard, and the cunt sheathes me; I enjoy each clinch of its muscles. The doll moans, aching with pleasure and sorrow, and I rub myself against the clit. The doll can’t help but find satisfaction in these acts, and I enjoy wrenching it out of its body, digging it out like a natural resource from the soil.

I shove my hand down and pinch its clit. Instantly, the doll spasms in orgasm.

There’s so much to do in the world, so much to accomplish, and as I continue my work with the Founder, I’ll never stop using the freak. The freak is mine—now, and forever—and as the doll continues to surrender every last thought, my power over it will only grow.

It simply has no choice.