I remember that day like it was yesterday. The day I've met the greatest beauty of my life; the prettiest doll my eyes have ever gazed upon.
You were sitting alone on an isolated bench in a section of the park that was hidden from the casual strollers' eye. But you were lucky enough to meet me;
habitual frequenter of that little green spot in the heart of our forsaken town.
As soon as my sight caught a glimpse of your loveliness; I wasn't able to resist the urge to make you even prettier than you already were.
But I had to be careful: I knew you wouldn't, just like most ordinary humans, understand my appreciation for the aesthetics; and my will to improve
such already existing qualities.
So, I approached you with all of the caution I was capable of.
"Do you mind if I sit here, pretty girl?"
I kindly asked. Your face possessed the delicate features of a porcelain doll; such a small pointy nose, bright red lips and beautiful, big blue eyes that reminded me of an unpolluted ocean in all of it's crystal purity. Your cheeks turned red, but your answer was affirmative.
As we lovably chatted, the wind blew through your gorgeous blood red hair, which was cut in a lovable bob.
It looked so pretty on your thin figure; adorned by an adorable pair of small breasts and a belly flatter than paper itself.
And what can I say about your legs?
I normally don't pay any attention to one's limbs; but your legs were so perfectly proportioned to the rest of your body, that they were impossible
to miss.
You wore no makeup at all, something I truly admire.
Our conversation lasted for hours, and having the sun already started to set, I invited you to have dinner at my humble house. Hesitant, you
accepted, and my heart was more than relieved. As soon as we arrived I quickly turned on the stove to prepare you a delicious meal:
pork meat accompanied by roast potatoes and red wine.
While I was cooking you sat at the table in silence; shyly looking at me, with your lips having turned into a timid smile. It didn't take much for the
meat to get ready for eating. During dinner I explained you how humans possess the skill of improving things, just like I improved the meat by cooking it;
making it much richer in taste and nutritional value. You listened to me fascinated by my ideas, but our dinner abruptly came to an end as soon as you sipped the wine.
You gently fell, but I was there to sustain you. The sedatives had done their job; I picked you up and rushed to the lab in my basement. I quickly cleaned the operating table of all the medical supplies I had put there and layed you upon it. I slowly took off your clothes and revealed your gorgeous body. I couldn't contain myself from caressing your tits, so warm, soft and helpless in my hands.
As my excitement grew I moved my hands down from your chest towards your thin belly, which I happily stroked like you’d do with the back of a cat, too bad you didn't purr. I wasn't able to resist the sweet scent of your vagina, I moved my hand upon it and started to pet it. You quickly got wet; the sexual aroma
filled the entire room as I gently explored your genitals, touching your outer and inner lips, massaging your clitoris and kissing your vulva.
In your sleep you started moaning while my penis started getting harder and harder. I took off my pants, moved your head to the side and thrusted my cock into
your mouth, filling it whole. I thrusted and thrusted and thrusted; faster and faster and faster, my mind got blank except for the ecstasy your body was giving me.
Out of pure greed I decided I wanted more, and moved your lower half towards the edge of the table.
I spread your legs open, took my dick in my hands and stuffed your pussy. Again I thrusted and thrusted and thrusted; faster and faster and faster.
Your dick-smelling mouth started moaning even harder than before; as I was pounding inside of you, you started orgasming. Oh, what beautiful sounds you made!
those were the heavenly sounds an angel would produce; as I looked down I even noticed blood going out of your tight hole: you were a virgin, so pure, so delicate, and I had the honor of making you perfect!
I pushed my cock inside of you one last time, and filled your pussy with my hot semen. I took one last look at your genitals spitting out my white seed; and I happily proceeded with the rest of the operation. I didn't care enough to put my genitals back in place; I grabbed the bonesaw with my cock still dangling out of my pants, and began cutting away your left arm.
Once more I moved faster and faster and faster; as the smell of fresh blood replaced the lovely scent of your vaginal juices; making my mind descend into the abyss that many call depravity, even though I prefer the term “enlighted by beauty”. Joy filled my soul as, with the help of a meat cleaver, I chopped away your now useless arm. But don't you worry, as I will preserve in ice.
I had cut only the lower part of your limb, just like the procedure required.
I knew I had to stop the bleeding, but first I had to satisfy the thirst that was haunting me. I placed my hand right under your wound, filled my mouth
with the warm red liquid pouring out of your arm, and my penis got hard again. I rubbed it against the bleeding limb, which made my ecstasy grow exponentially.
I had to stop the blood from flowing, so I took the blowtorch from a drawer under the operating table and used it to cauterize the wound.
The wound didn't look pretty this way; I opened another drawer to grab a prosthesis, an empty black cylinder with an opening on top and a rounded end;
I put your arm inside of it and it fit just fine, like a second skin.
I was impatient to see you perfected though, so I chopped the other arm with the cleaver right away, but I still took the time to appreciate your sufference with my tongue, drinking as much blood as possible.
I would have wanted to jerk my cock and cum on your wound, oh, how happy would it have made me! Sadly, I just can't risk an infection taking the life of one of my precious dolls. I cauterized this arm as well and put it inside of another prosthesis.
I then moved to the legs; and even though I kind of liked them I was still required to complete the process. I'm definitely not the kind of man who doesn't finish
what he starts.
For this exact reason, the desire to see you reach peak beauty and make you shine like silver, finally unlocking the your true potential as an artistic creation.
I held the cleaver up, violently chopped away your legs and repeated the operation once more; although I regret not taking the time to play with your legs your legs too, I would've
loved to put my dick between your thighs and used them to masturbate me, until I'd have let out a spray of my sweet hot cum all over you, covering you in white.
We were almost done, only one step was left in the creative process of crafting a fine doll: I had to take away your five senses, this way you wouldn't had any way of distracting yourself
from the pleasure I wanted to give you. I had designed myself the piece of machinery able to conduct such a delicate operation, it was (and still is) my greatest pride.
It consisted of a long metal arm with a whole set of scalpels at it's end; while the other end was attached to a red cube with a set of wheels, inside of which was located
the main hardware that controlled the robot.
I watched the blades precisely making their way through your tender flesh, cutting away one by one the nerves that controlled your eyes, your eardrums, your nose, even the simple
feeling of touching had to go away for you to be considered truly perfect. But one sense you deserved to keep, taste; as no doll would be a real doll if it couldn't taste it's owner's
cum.
As soon as the machine was done stitching your wounds, i grabbed, placed you on a chair and contemplated the final product.
I was astonished.
I almost began to cry at the mere gaze of the delicate aesthetic of your body, no words would ever be enough to fully describe how beautiful you became; I had never been so proud
of my work before. You represented the peak of my career, I could've died that night and I would had done so with a quiet smile on my lips, having reached the highest point of my
life.
My work wasn’t over yet, though. You still had one virgin hole: your anus.
So I bent you over, pushed my erect cock against your tiny hole and penetrated it. Tears fell from your eyes as the pain reached your brain but didn't find it's way out of your mouth,
having you lost the ability to speak.
I'll always be thrusting and thrusting and thrusting inside of you; and I won't stop going faster and faster and faster.
Not until the day death will tear us apart, my sweet dolly.
A little exercise in the noble art of ero guro nansensu I wrote a few nights ago instead of sleeping. Btw, english isn't my main language and I usually prefer using italian, so I apologize for any mistakes I might've made. I should drink more and write less lmao
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