Doll Maer Doll Maer

Chapter 1

Bella's hands flew over the keyboard, her nials clicking of each key in rapid succession. Her eyes tightened as she completed the memo to the board. Rob and his little clique had almost cost the company a 3 million euro contract. Luckily the email would be received by her boss in London in only a few hours. Still there was going to be a deluge of fallout, finger pointing and politicing before during and after the actual problem in the contract was solved. And the legal department would be involved.

She clicked the send button, then double checked her sent box to make sure it went through. Pushing back her chair she reached up and began rubbing her temples. She needed to get going soon, it was certainly past 5 o'clock.

"Ahem, Ms. Keyes?" Bella leaped up out of her chair, startled out of her woolgathering.

"Sorry ma'am." It was Larry, one of the interns with company. She watched as his eyes trailed down from her face to her chest, then dart back up.

"It's fine Larry." She said sitting back down behind her desk.

"I'm headed out for sandwiches - would you like anything." Her stomach rumbled at the thought, she had skipped lunch to work on a report. Glancing down at the clock she groaned inwardly. It was almost 6:30.

"Thank you, but I need to get going." She quickly gathered her things and ushered Larry out of her office, closing the door behind.

"Welll, uh, maybe next time then." Larry stumbled, trying to keep his eyes above the neckline. She gave him a noncommittal smile, turned and hurried out. She sighed and smiled inwardly, feeling Larry and a few of the other interns eyes on her as she walked out.

Had her day been any less hectic she may have been able to appreciated the looks. She was plenty proud of her curvy bottom and trim waist. After todays antics and general insanity she was ready to get the hell out of dodge.

Her car was sitting almost alone in the parking lot, the sun beating down on it. Opening the door a wave of heat poured out, she had forgot to leave the sunroof cracked open. The interior of the car was still stifling 10 minutes latter as she was grinding though wall to wall traffic. She gritted her teeth and slammed on the brakes as huge pickup dove into the lane in front of her, trying to fit in a space a mini would have thought twice about. She tapped her horn in frustration and got flipped the bird for her troubles.

Forty five minutes latter she filled pulled off the freeway and began making her way back to the apartment she shared with her boyfriend Karl. She couldn't wait to get home and take her shoes off, and Karl could give her a big hug and listen to her awful day. Suddenly she saw a flash of orange as a basketball skittered out into the street and a pair of kids darted out after it.

Again she slammed on the breaks and stopped the car a few feet short of the kids. Both stopped dead in their tracks, staring at her before grabbing the ball and darting back onto their driveway. Bella sat in the middle of the street for a minute more, shaking too hard to drive. Calming herself she pulled down the street and around the corner, pulling into the spot next to Karl's truck.

She grabbed her purse and laptop bag and headed up the steps letting herself into the house. Cool air blasted out at her as the door opened. Closing the door behind her she stood in the hall for a moment, just trying to leave her day behind her.

Karl was up in the computer room when he heard the door open. Saving his current project he stood up and headed down the stairs. He found Bella standing, shoulders slumped in hall, drenched in perspiration.

Stopping for a moment he had to how lovely she was even when so obviously stressed. The first thing that he ever noticed about her was her hair. Long and a rich auburn color and it felt every bit as smooth as it looked. She had pale skin beaded with perspiration in the cooling air set off dark eyes. A lovely cute nose with a powdering of freckles and nice pouty lips helped draw his eyes down.

He smiled and walked up, taking her hand and lead her into the living room.

"Rotten day?"

She sighed heavily "Yeah." He peeled her jacket off.

"Wanna tell me about it?"

"Thanks, but right now I just don't want to think about it." His ears perked up as he heard the embedded phrase.

"Don't worry love, we have all the time in the world." She looked up at the odd phrase and watched as he withdrew a pocket-watch from his pants pocket. He popped the lid open and she could see the gears and springs inside, the way they ticked, rocked back and forth was somehow fascinating. She felt herself leaning forward to watch. His fingers went to the wind and began to turn the dial, winding the watch.

She felt something inside her tighten and her mind began to quiet, she could almost feel her thoughts slowing down as the gears in the watch sped up. When fully wound Karl clicked the watch closed smartly. Her eyes slammed shut.

Unbidden her hands lifted and began popping the button open on her shear blouse. Pulling the garment open she allowed it to slide down her back. He reached under his shirt and withdrew a neck chain on which hung a small grey winding key. Reaching down he gave her bra clasp a snap, then carefully placed the head onto the keyhole it was hiding.

She felt the key enter her and her stomach tensed. He swiftly turned the key and she felt her main spring beginning to tighten with each ratcheting turn. All of the gears, cogs, and springs in her body suddenly sprang to life. The wheel in her doll-mind rocked gently then smoothly began to spin and she was aware again.

The Creator continued to wind her main spring tighter and tighter.

-I will be active for some time then - She observed passively. With a final click the Creator removed the key from her primary winder. She smoothly stood up, noting what she had been wearing previously, the time of day and her state of physical arousal all in one moment. -My doll-mind is a work of art- she observed again.

She could feel the "Bella" machina in the back of her mind. The poor things springs had been over wound. The tension was slowly being released now, but it would hours before that component would be able to be activated again.

The Creator reached up and pressed the button between her breasts. She felt the lever retract from the sprocket and her heart-array sprang into motion.

Joy , pure joy streamed out of the complex manifold of gears and springs. Joy for being created, for being made with such care and precision. She was perfect; she had been created perfect, by the Creator. For the Creator. Several drive chains began shifting and rotating between her heart-array and her doll-mind. She turned smoothly, allowing the blouse and bra to drift off of her long limbs and gracefully slipped to her knees. She could feel the pistons and gears in her arms work and she reach up and cupped her large breast proffering them to the Creator.

Her head tilted back and she smiled at Karl, eyes closed and passive.

Karl for his part was still captivated by the transformation. After 3 years it was still an amazing sight to watch.

"Clara, stand and proceed with standard maintenance routine."

*****

The doll bowed her head and stood, gathering the fallen clothing and floated towards the stairs. She entered the Creators suite and proceeded towards the maintenance room. She was not in the presence of the Creator so efficiency routines were utilized instead of aesthetic ones.

She efficiently stripped out of the damp clothing, storing it in the cleaning bin before entering into the cleansing cabinet. The heated water sprayed her and washed away the grime and sweat. Stepping out of the cabinet she patted her body dry before running though her physical inspection. Her breasts felt full and heavy in her hands, no unusual lumps or blemishes that she could feel. Her nipples were puckered quite sensative. She unscrewed the simple bars and replaced them with a more decorative horseshoe style piercing.

Tracing her fingers down her her trim stomach she checked that her navel-port piercing was in place. Further still she encountered a slight fuzz just above her vaginal slot. A gear slid down an axel in her doll brain and activated a music cylinder; delicate pips began plucking a brass comb, playing a delicate tune in her mind actuating a thought.

-A doll's vaginal port should be smooth and soft- She thought. She reached down and opened a drawer, removing a straight razon and shaving cup. Working briskly and with practiced ease she applied cream with the bone brush , then quickly and carefully depilated the skin till is was smooth and soft. She tidied up then opened the cabinet to gather her paints.

She applied several coats of various paints and colors as her various music box cylinders chimed away in her mind - directing her movement. When she was finished she shook out her hair and moved on.

Sitting down on the waste remover she carefully slid the tuber up her tail pipe. She actuated the lever and warm fluid pumped into her facilitating the removal of waste products. She carefully removed the tube when her internal sensors detected optimal fluid level, then relaxed her various ports to allow the waste to be jettisoned. Cleaning her hands she exited and entered into the dressing room.

As the door opened a music box began to play off to her left. The Creator had left instructions for her. Listening intently, she allowed the melody to actuate her thoughts. She moved forward she felt the various tags hanging on off of the various outfits before finding the garment bag she was looking for. She removed the clothing she began assembling the outfit. She slipped on the tall sandals, strapping her feet in and stood back up, checking her balance. She pulled the micro skirt down over her breast and waist till it sat on her hips. Finally she clipped the waist cincher closed and drew the stings lightly, further trimming her waist. Reaching up she gathered her hair into to soft pony tales to complete her dress. As a final touch she fastened a simple black ribbon choker around her pale throat.

Stepping out of her dressing room she allowed the music chiming in her doll-brain to guide back to the Creator. He was waiting for her in his study, typing away into his difference engine. She moved to her place at his side then stood at attention waiting for him to give her instruction.

*****

Karl kept himself from staring as his doll swayed into the room and took position at his right. He finished the next section of coding and saved it before acting. Check his watch again he noted the quickness with which she executed his orders. Looking up at her face her face he noted that her makeup had been applied flawlessly. Her eyes were still closed and he could now see the buttons over her eyes that her work makeup previously covered.

He reached out and tapped a key on the MP3 player next to him. From the stereo speakers around the room a simple music box melody began to play. He watched Bella/ Clara straighten and her nipple tighten. Her eyes behind the buttons began twitching back and forth as her doll mind inhaled the tonal instructions.

The tune played through twice then went to the next track. Clara flowed out from behind the desk and stood in the center of the room.

*****

Trumpets sounded and "Hips don't lie" sounded out. Clara doll-mind remained mostly motionless, inert and passive. Her motivator gears sprang into action though, each movement designed to entice and arouse The Creator.

Even though her doll-mind remained quiet, her heart array was spinning and twirling and mad dance of its own. Her vaginal socket began to lubricate in preparation of the Creators Cock. Slowly her doll-mind began to turn, thinking about the Creators Cock. The Creator stored his essence there, his visceral spark. It was from that spark that part of her creation sprang. She knew, because he had built the knowledge into her.

She swayed and rotated her hips back and forth, dancing around the room till she could feel the coolant being exuded by her doll-skin. A few chords chimed in her mind. Spinning till she was facing away from the desk she bent over and grabbed her ankles thrusting her doll-ass out, spreading her legs.

-It is right to show the Creator what is his- her mind thought. She rolled her hips back and forth, feeling the cool air on the lips of her vaginal socket. Turning again she faced the Creator. She spun her way around the desk till she was again at his side. Grinding her hips back and forth, gyrating in time with the music. The song ended and blended into another slower song.

Turning and bending over she felt up her Creators legs and smoothly straddled the chair he was in. She brought an engorged nipple to his lips and he took it into his mouth, lavishing it with his tongue. She could feel the drive spring in her abdomen begin to tighten. She ground her slit onto his shaft, still straining to be free of his pants. She could hear him gasp and moan, but her doll mind reassured her that there was nothing to worry about - standard human physiological process.

*****

Karl was in exquisite torture. Clara wasn't just a doll - she embodied perfection in ever action and every motion. Her mind knew exactly how to arouse him and then channel that into truly mind blowing heights.

He removed her nipple from his mouth, still puckered and diamond hard. Her breaths were coming in gasps now and his trousers were soaked with her arousal. He pulled her down and began to explore her long neck with his lips and tongue. Moving up he continued nibbling on her ear. His left hand snaked down and he slid a long dexterous finger down each side of her clit and began lightly and quickly rubbing her nub.

*****

"Are you a good girl?" The Creator inquired. Her doll-mind sputtered and then spun wildly.

"Not a girl, just a doll!" She gasped and pressed her pleasure button into his touch. She could feel that truth echoing through her being.

"Are you a good doll?"

"I am gears and springs, waiting to be wound" Her hips began to spasm and the drive spring in her abdomen tightened again and began to vibrate.

"Are your gears good and obedient?"

"My gears spin as the creator designs! As the creator will!" Her gears were spinning so fast. She could feel her springs were so tight. Here internals were vibrating and shaking...too much pressure...to much heat.

His fingers slid home into her vaginal socket, curling and pressing onto the Gräfenberg Manifold.

Into her ear he whispered "Good little doll."

White hot molten pleasure burst from every valve inside her. Lubricant poured out of her vaginal socket while springs popped and unwound, gears and cogs flew and ricocheted around inside her. Actuators all over her body shuttered and spasmed. She could feel her heart array loosing containment as the reactor went into meltdown. Her doll mind was spinning and shifting, gears flying off. The entire mechanism began to wobble on its access, balance lost in the cascade of glorious malfunction.

One final burst of pleasure and she felt her doll-mind fly apart. And then she felt nothing at all.