Dax's Doll

Dax practically vibrated with excitement. Two weeks had seemed like forever. Hell, for a man as impatient as him, two weeks was forever! It was two weeks ago when Dax had placed his new doll in the DTX-5 mixture. There had been multiple times where he had considered saying fuck it to the curing process. Then the thought of a perfect doll such as this decomposing reminded him of how poor an idea that was.

Those two weeks had passed though, and it was time to see if all of the preparations that Dax had put in had paid off. With a soft hiss, the lid of his DTX-5 solution's tube opened. Dax reached careful hands into the chemicals an drew out his prize.

Cassandra had been a hard girl to catch but her lovely corpse had made it all worth it. Her skin was a gorgeous pearly white. Plump tits dripped with the preserving fluids her torso and skull had floated in. Her belly was pierced with silver and a drop of quartz. She had been disrobed in the process of preparing her corpse but Dax had kept the bikini he had found her in. Normally, he would shop for the perfect garment for his dolls. Most sluts never met his particular tastes in clothing but Cassandra had come with an outfit that had matched her eyes well. It was a green and white striped bikini that covered little more than her nipples and cunt.

Dax set his new doll's torso to the side and pulled her head free from the mixture. With a little brushing, her soft blonde hair would be easy enough to style. Her greenish blue gaze had long since glazed over but her lips had maintained a pleasant plushness. Dax ran a thumb over her cheek and grinned at his work. His doll was perfect.

With practiced percision, Dax positioned his doll's head on a mounting spike. Most men only mounted their dolls' torsos, so Dax had to craft his own skull mount a while back. Unlike torsos, heads didn't last long. So the mount was, generally speaking, free. With the skull mounted, Dax turned back to the more delicious part of his prize. Some deep part of him was satisfied that the dead slut's eyes would be watching him violate her corpse.

Dax's hands trembled. He laid them down on his doll's belly and started to inspect his work. His hands glided up to his doll's perky tits and gave them a gently squeeze. A sly smile played on his lips. Those tits were just as squishy and bouncy as they had been before the preservation process. Her skin was soft. Softer than when Dax had killed her. There was one last thing to check before he took his new doll on a test ride. Dax slid his fingers down to the doll's pussy. Those gentle folds were plush and ready to be pounded.

"Perfect."

She really was. Dax had never prepared a specimen as well. His hands drifted back up to her tits and squeezed them hard. "Look at you. My perfect little fuck toy. You thought you could flaunt these tits and get away with it? Well now you're nothing but my doll."

Dax flipped her over and pointed her so that he could look straight into her dead eyes when he fucked her corpse. Of course, he wasn't at fucking yet. He pulled out his dick and slid it between his doll's folds. She was soft and welcoming but Dax was going to take his time violating her. He dug his fingers into her plush ass. Her flesh was easy to play with, to roll in his hands.

A growl of excitement escaped Dax. He took aim with his dick and rammed himself deep into his prize. His growl melted into a moan as his dick penetrated the doll's silky insides. The first thrust was enough to have Dax full mast and twitching.

One of the best decisions Dax had made was to remove his doll's arms and legs. Firstly, the selling price of such fine meat easily financed his project. Secondly, it meant that when he flipped his doll on his side, he did not have to worry about over stretching his doll. Thirdly, and perhaps the best part, was that he got to see the perfectly reserved insides of her legs as he drilled her. That well preserved meat was a welcoming shade of pink and it too would be fucked before the night was out.

Dax maintained eye contact with the skull of his corpse doll as he fucked her. One hand dug into her tits hard enough to bruise a normal woman. The other wrapped around her hips so that he could slam her back into his dick. Each thrust sent sparks of ecstasy into Dax's vision. His meat toy was still warm from the preservation process, which made it all the better.

All at once, pressure started to build. Dax's eyes rolled back as his pleasure mounted. With one final thrust, Dax hilted himself as deep into his fuck toy as he could. Ropes of cum poured from it, flooding the toy with his spunk. Dax let out a howl of delight as he basked in the glow of orgasm.

Dax did not move for a long time. His toy had been more than he had hoped for. When he finally pulled himself free of the toy, her body came off of his dick with a wet pop. Cum dribbled from her pussy and stained the floor white. Despite how he had already drilled her, Dax was already hard again. His perfect little cum toy had plenty of other holes to fill and he intended to do so.

In an instant, the toy was on its belly. When Dax got ready to mount her again, he pushed her back into the ground. Cum splurted out of her, a reminder of her lowly place. She was nothing more than a toy. Not even a living toy. Dax spread her ass cheeks and took aim. Within a second, he was buried inside her ass.

The doll's ass was even warmer than her pussy. Not to mention tighter. It occurred to Dax as he raped his doll that she was likely a virgin in that region. It was a lucky find and made him pound her all the harder. Each thrust stretched her further. Molded her into his perfect fuck doll. Proved that she was nothing but a toy.

It was much harder to hold back from cumming in her ass. Dax wanted to hold himself back. To sink into the pleasure. But it was not possible to hold onto forever. Another cry of delight escaped him as he slammed himself deep into his toy's ass. His fingers dug into her hips as he held her down. Dax's load was pumped deep into his toy's welcoming ass hole.

The pop of Dax pulling himself free of his doll was quicker this time. He sat back and watched trails of cum ooze together between the stumps that were his doll's legs. The image was delectable. It was the perfect imprint of his ownership. Of how he had raped his doll and claimed her corpse. Dax spent quite a while playing with her ass. It brought him particular joy to see how cum bubbled out with each stong squeeze. After thirty minutes or so of fondling and molesting his dirty little doll, Dax was ready to go at her again. He was not satisfied with just her ass and pussy though.

Dax flipped the corpse around and pressed the tip of his dick into the pink flesh of the inside of his doll's neck stump. He shot her head a particularly cruel grin as he eased his way into the stump. Dax had to be slightly more careful when he was making a new hole to fuck, though he had a good starting place.

When he had decapitated her, Dax had done well to preserve his doll's wind pipe. With trained accuracy, Dax slid his dick into the tight confines of his doll's throat. His cock stretched the flesh and bone around it. He was violating a part of her that was never meant to see the light and it was amazing.

While it was not as warm as her ass, the doll's throat was easily her tightest hole. It almost strangled Dax's dick. He flipped her onto her back, a maneuver that was equally strange and delightful around his dick. He grabbed onto her tits and used them as handles as he sunk inside.

Dax's thrusts started slow and steady but rapidly turned to animalistic battering. Wordless sounds of delight sputtered out of him, mixing in the air with the sounds of his dick in soft throat flesh. Like with his doll's ass, it was near impossible to hold himself back. In an instant, he was hilted and spraying his fuck toy's throat hole with jizz.

For several hours, Dax continued to use his doll. He stretched and filled her to his heart's desire. When it was all said and done, he half heartedly wiped out any excess cum and positioned her on a display stand beside her skull. He had a feeling he would come back for a round two.