Serenity-459 (threesome, strangling, MF/F)

A flesh doll wakes up.

Inspired by Apocalyptica's How Far? music video and discussions on Discord.

My story index.

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Serenity-459

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Serenity-459 sat calmly in her closet, as she always sat, looking down at her upturned palms.

Her breathing was slow, even, and the demure smile on her face never wavered.

Her fingertips brushed up her arms, and she felt the almost invisible seams.

Where I was stitched together, she thought, and shivered.

She touched her face, her ears, letting her hands wander with an aimless purpose that she’d never felt before.

Is this what waking up feels like?

The tip of her right index finger found the data port behind her right ear, and as she touched it gently, she found a heat welling up in her insides that she’d never felt before.

“Dolls aren’t supposed to feel like this,” she said aloud, and bent forward slightly.

She shivered again, feeling the confines of her storage closet suddenly restrictive around her, and with her left hand she pushed the door open, stumbling out into Mistress Brigita’s bedroom.

The eyes were one of Serenity’s only fully-artificial parts. The rest of her, her hair and skin and muscle and even her nervous system and part of her synthetic brain, were repurposed from useless girls in the great Conversion Factories that dotted every city.

Those artificial eyes locked onto her mistress’s bed, where two humans were looking at the confused doll – her mistress, lean and intense, glaring in irritation, entangled in a nude embrace with a male stranger.

The male’s expression was considerably harder to read. Lust? Annoyance? A comparison between his paramour and the doll?

Brigita hissed between her teeth. “I had a technician up to fix that worthless thing just a week ago,” she said, extricating herself from her lover and standing up.

She gripped Serenity’s arm and jerked her towards the bed, pushing the doll down on her back across the expensive silk sheets, laying on top of her. The aristocrat’s toned body contrasted beautifully with Serenity’s lush curves.

Strange feelings like little blooming flowers opened in Serenity’s mind. Automatic self-scans told her that her heart rate was elevated, blood flow increased between her legs, nipples erect.

Brigita gripped the doll’s face in her right hand and stared into her eyes. “I’m tired of getting it repaired,” she mused, a smile creeping across her face.

The man loomed behind her, rubbing himself against Serenity’s mistress, and Brigita took his big hands and pulled them down until they were firmly placed around Serenity’s neck.

“I want you to fuck her,” Brigita said. “And squeeze.”

Whoever he was, Brigita’s lover was not a man to hesitate, and the doll clenched her teeth to keep from making undignified noises as he pushed inside her, tightening his fingers around her throat.

Brigita writhed between the man and Serenity. She dragged one of Serenity’s hands between her legs, and it seemed only natural to Serenity that she should rub there, her fingers precisely stimulating her mistress’s clitoris.

There was a rising, tense feeling in the doll’s patchwork mind, the sense of something filling her belly with energy, a tingling in her extremities – and as the man’s fingers sunk deeper into her delicate throat, a strange black terror creeping in as well.

Her fingers kept moving against Brigita’s wet heat, and she was rewarded by a strangled moan of orgasm from her mistress.

It was so strangely pleasant to hear that sound that it almost took Serenity’s attention away from the human cock thrusting into her wet doll-cunt.

Her face was red, her eyes wide, her body searching for air that would not come as the masculine hands on her neck dug in hard.

Brigita licked her doll’s face, tasting Serenity’s sweat and the sudden doll-tears.

“It’s almost like she’s human,” she murmured, and the thought of Serenity as a human, dying beneath Brigita’s body for the pleasure of Brigita and her lover made the woman come again.

The man growled, his rhythm breaking for a moment as he neared his own climax, and then with a doll’s enhanced senses Serenity felt his semen shooting deep inside her.

There was a cracking sound as her windpipe collapsed, and what she now recognized as fear spiked inside her, greeting the lust that boiled in her loins and igniting every part of her.

Her mouth opened wide, and a faint squeaking gasp slipped out as the awakening doll slid away into darkness. The last thing Serenity consciously experienced was the wetness of her mistress against her squirming hand.