0 comments/ 16389 views/ 1 favorites Pantomime Doll By: Le Gourmand Judging by the general appearance of such a building I was about to enter, the insides would not have been very pleasant. Not that I had been expecting them to be so in the first place, since for this day alone I would forget who I was, the woman I know to be my own. I was here on a mission, and I couldn't let anything else slip into my mind, and this I knew as I took long and faraway glances at the building before me. Taking in every little detail, it could offer; a few broken windows of stained glass similar to the ones found in churches, neo-gothic stylicism mixed in with a feel of Italian creepiness. The overall gloom the dim incandescent lighting within produced didn't help much, either. I couldn't help but notice the feeling of being watched, as if someone inside this building was expecting me, and the very thought of such brought such terrible thoughts to my head that I shivered within that heavy coat of mine. But I couldn't, I wouldn't. I would not let myself fall back, now that I was so close to what I'd been searching for the past year, no, I couldn't fail him now, even if I was so close to giving up all hopes. It was probably through sheer luck or divine intervention that I caught word downwind that this person may help me in this desperate search. I stroked at my engagement ring and sighed, that always seemed to calm me down when I was stressed. Maybe it was the biting cold, or the thoughts that coursed through my mind because of that building, or maybe a combination of both that caused me to shiver continuously as I waited just outside that doorway. I could feel the cold air through the layers of my clothing, the very sensation of something akin to creeping death was something that was not very pleasant at all, and not something I'd like to partake of again soon. In the dreary night my apprehensions about this whole thing were made worse, and everything else around of where I stood did not help much at all; a few dead rustling trees, a new moon already peaked in the night sky and the soft hymns sung by crickets frogs. Outside the gates was slightly business as usual, a few looters breaking windows, drive by shootings and muggings. I spared nary a thought about the dangers our rotten society had produced ever since the Great Decline; a state in which no morals or righteousness existed now hung about my city, my home and I very well knew the dangers I could lure just by standing alone, out here in this dark area. Oh, how I longed for him, and I clung to fleeting hopes that this may be it, the person who may help me find him. I may have been waiting for well over an hour outside before I saw the signal that it was my turn finally to come inside; the window above that ornately gothic-ish designed door flickered slightly with the quick on and off of a light inside. And with that I turned on a tall heel before heading t'wards of that heavy door. My eyes fixated on that door and the pathway I was taking, and my thoughts tumbled asking what was to be found inside, only to be consumed by a flashback to one year before, to a time when he was still there so close to me. Before that incident, there was only me and him, and nothing else that could stand between our strong loves so fair. The seasons came and went like the leaves of a maple tree, and yet time didn't seem to matter when I had him by my side each time we awoke in each other's arms. I'd see either his loving and angelic smile or his slumbering form each morning, and with that I was happy and content. We made love like no other, with him starting with a tiny nibble along my jaw line and earlobe before moving down to an evidently erect nipple and giving light suckles 'pon that hardened and sensitive nub. My hands reacted without a pinch of hesitation as they drew his head in closer and tighter against my breast, and with this he suckled on, even giving so much as a tiny tease of a flickering tongue or light kisses around my nipple. It made me want him even more. I tilted my head back against the downy pillows; lips parting to let out a soft and sensual mix of what were a moan and gasp as the divine pleasures coursed through my yearning bod. I could already feel the wetness growing at my loins, and every infallible effort I made through grinding only kept my yearning strong. The sounds of wet lips smacking at each other caught his attention, and with not so much as a second wasted a strong hand slipped down between of my aching legs to sensually tease at my Mons, and even more so at my budding pearl. I quivered as I raised my hips in a vain attempt at getting his hand to stroke me there just right, and even went so far as to try and guide his hand with my own but to no avail. He was bent on teasing me. And he knew I loved every moment of it. The heat of the moment was so intense, and the dreariness from my eyes was washed off by his skillful handling of my petals. My hands clutched and scraped at the broad of his back as soft gasps of imminent orgasm emanated from my lips full lips. I felt it, the growing heat between of my loins, only to be so cruelly cut short by the sudden halt in his tweaking. I let out a soft gasp and moan out of sheer frustration and severe longing, and I clutched inexorably at his hands for him to continue whilst my thighs began grinding at each other in a futile attempt to subdue the lion, so to speak. My eyes lidded ever so softly, only for a brief moment, but that was more than enough for my lover to clamber atop of me with his strong manhood between of my legs, all ready prepared to take what was his. Our eyes met for a long moment, and instantly our minds were one. I could see the love in those deep, brown pools, and the lusting that drove me wild for all this. What followed all happened in the blink of an eye, and he was inside of me with one swift thrust of those powerful hips. No effort was spared, no thrust too weak as our lovemaking finally started with his heavy manhood stretching me wide with his sheer skill in this craft. I cried out in pure passion and the sheer pleasure this love endowed us with. His hands, the very hands that clasped my own so many times, settled solidly on the space either side of my head to steady our beat. I could feel his manhood sliding in and out my wet channel, the very girth of the former spread my tight petals apart to a point near pain, but that itself was just a bonus. His heavy thrusts caused the bed to creak and yaw with the robot-like movements his strong body brought unto mine, and very soon, everything else but the pleasures he brought disappeared. I could hear his rough grunts, feel the heat and sweat our bodies produced, and the imminent rise of my orgasm once more. I could not help but notice the wet slapping sounds of flesh between our loins, and take note of how wet my thighs felt against his. Surely he felt it too, and I knew he loved having me as wet as this. I felt a spasm and tightened around of his cock as my first orgasm began creeping on me, which with enough thrusting on his part finally pushed me off the edge. My hands, which were locked around of his strong shoulders, tightened and scraped lightly at his skin as I felt a soft scream tear through my throat caused by the dam finally bursting. Shortly after, I felt him shudder and come inside of me, his orgasm punctuated by the entrance of his seed into my soaked channel. I shuddered, as well, soon after him sliding off me with a kiss to my lips to lay down by my side. It was perfect, just beautiful, and I sighed softly as I laid my head down atop of his muscular chest. His arm wrapped around of my shoulder and held me tight up against of himself before landing another kiss, only this time an affectionate one on my forehead. I was stunned, suddenly finding myself face to face with a shriveled gypsy man silently glowering at me from the crack between the door and the doorway. I was so immersed in my reminiscing that I failed to notice myself knocking at the door only a few moments before, which needless to say, attracted the gypsy man to open the door for me. I was a bit embarrassed to find myself in such a predicament, and promptly straightened myself up to, at least, be presentable to strangers. "You are looking for someone," said he with the broken posture. "Yes... yes, I am," I said dimly, hoping again that this man may be the only hope I have left. With that, the man slowly drew back, and with a groan of protest from the door, let me in. The weak incandescent lighting seemed to flicker, causing the multitude of shadows inside to sway and dance as if on their own volition. This I took notice of as I walked past the door with the intent of facing the gypsy man, but was too late as he'd already motion for me to follow him further inside. "Follow me...," said the crooked figure heading down the hall. And all I could do was follow what was said. Up ahead was long and dark hallway, with only a few torches lighting the direction in which we were headed. The general ambience seemed to be that of some old castle, with pointed arches and spires rising from walls every so often. However, that in itself didn't strike me so much as what lined ridges and shelves along the walls, it was the myriad of pleasant-looking dolls that were seated in groups in random order near the ceiling. They weren't there for long, or at least I could tell best under what limited lighting those torches and scarce lighting could offer. Maybe a few months at best, but I was not in any position to say anything as of the moment. I stared at the stooped figure up ahead of me, and I caught fleeting thoughts of what was probably once a tall and proud human being wasted to what remained by time and illness. We probably walked a few meters until I noticed he was draped in a black vest over a white, collared shirt, a belt with an obvious buckle, black pants and boots. The solid clicking of which made echoes throughout that dark hallway we passed through. It didn't take long before I noticed up ahead at the end of the tunnel a faint light, the frail lights produced by either candles or that type of incandescent lighting old bulbs produced. However, I couldn't do much of anything else except seeing my mind off in another flashback to days much better than this. I was back in my house, and the early morning sunlight was just beginning to shine in through the cracks between our curtains. As much as I wanted to, I simply could not throw open those curtains for fear that something unfortunate from the outside might befall us. What with the recent bombings, the terrorist threats, riots and rebellions becoming ever more common, anyone was a potential target, and an addition to the statistics. Nowadays merely standing at your window could get you shot, and that was something I dare not risk. I merely contented myself with preparing for the rough day ahead, a struggle in itself. I tiptoed through my apartment and into my kitchen and grabbed a carton of milk from inside, whilst at the same time plucking out a tall glass from an adjacent holder, and poured myself some cold milk. To my dismay, I found that as I shook the carton there little remained any milk left after my drink, and that meant another 10 minutes of struggling and anxiety to get to the store itself. However, I left that matter to later on when I was coming home from my obscure job as a clerk in a bank. It was a sad state of affairs, and to think that it wasn't only in this part of the world that this was happening. It was all over the world as well, it was like a disease that spread throughout the human race, a disease that ate through the morals and logical reasoning of perfectly normal people and turned them into something akin to chaotic evil. They didn't become insane or something akin to a brain-eating zombie. In fact, they looked like normal people, and for the most part, behaved like normal people until there came a time when they would suddenly change. This is called the Great Decline, a decline in the morals and goodness of people the world over, leaving only a few thousand honestly good people left. Why this happened, though, nobody knows for sure. At least, at the time, it was only me and him struggling in a world where we only had each other for comfort. It felt like each day, our world was getting smaller and smaller with the steady disappearances of the few good people left that we knew. Flashback to another memory where it all fell to pieces. I find myself seeing him off for the day to get to his risky port job, and I go about my daily routine of getting ready for work, leaving with great care and before the night comes, get back home and at which point I prepare for him and myself dinner. This day was different, however, and I was constantly stalked by the thoughts and feelings that this may be the last time we saw each other for a very long time. I tried to ignore that feeling, knowing that the troubles today were almost a norm already and that he'd come back like any other day if he took good care of himself. I stood there in the kitchen, thinking about this while peeling carrots, only to accidentally cut myself on the finger once. The shallow cut bled quite a lot, probably more than what should be normal, and I knew in that instant that something was not right. I stared at the drop of blood collecting on the cut, and at the tiny reflection on its surface. I thought I saw him sitting on his favorite spot on our couch and I instantly snapped back to look behind of me only to find the softly illuminated living room and an empty couch. My heart sank and I grew anxious as the minutes ticked by, but to no avail. It was getting late and I resigned myself to sinking into the couch to wait for his arrival, pondering as well if I should go out and look for him myself. My heart wanted it, yearned for it. However, my better judgment and the memory of him dissuading me from going out alone at night kept me inside of our apartment. Outside, I heard a numb explosion, and I figured that it was probably just another war between rival gangs. I brushed it off as I hugged my knees to my chest and felt like drifting off to sleep while in wait. This was a decision I would regard with mixed feelings later on as I began searching for him desperately. I was surprised to find myself standing at the doorway at the end of the hallway, with the gypsy man standing inside and holding the string beads aside to let me in. He was giving me an exasperated look, as if cursing me for being so absent-minded and wasting his time like that. But even through the steely gaze of his hazel eyes I obliged to walk in, only to find myself confounded by the myriad of dolls similar to the ones in the hallway lining... no, completely covering up the walls of the rather large and dimly-lit room. The dolls all had smiles on their faces, rather pleasant and angelic smiles, as if hiding a message within. The eerie glow of the shelves of candles only made the dolls look more possessed, and I shuddered at the thought. The room was richly decorated, a mix of Oriental, Mid-Eastern and European adornments scattered all about. Thick bearskin rugs, hand-woven wall banners, couches of all shapes and sizes, decorative plates and vases and other artifacts that probably stretch thousands of years back. Religious items, ones that trace back from Christianity, Islam, Judaism, and many more were all arranged in a pattern I couldn't distinguish in an altar at the clearest corner. The man was already holding a chair ready for me, tilting it forward in my direction before uttering the word "Sit," with a firm tone. I nodded and slowly settled on the wicker chair just as he lowered it firmly on the floor. It was a rather small chair, uncomfortable and Spartan-like in its appearance, but it did its purpose well in settling my rump. The man, on the other hand, settled into a big and comfortable chair similar to what you would see in old mansions where the Master would while his time away smoking a pipe near the fireplace. I felt rather apprehensive, and it felt like an interrogation of some sort with the man seated about 10 feet away from me to my front, across a snarling bearskin rug. "I can give him back to you...," the man said, after a few long moments of tense air on my side. "Where, where is he... how can you give him back to me, how?" I pleaded, now on the verge of desperation after taking in every word of his statement. A part of me full of joy and relief that I was finally going to be united with him after all this time, the other side full of dread of the unknown. "I will tell you, on one condition," the man said out through the shadow the big chair cast on him. "W-what... would that be...?" I choked in response, knowing that I would ill be able to pay this man in currency or material matters. After he disappeared, I let my life fall into ruins, not caring much for the state of my life nor the upkeep of my home for that matter. Just letting my daily impulses do what I felt, and through sheer luck and for the determination of finding him pulled through to this day. "You must bear me a child," the man said coolly, but starkly through the shadows. I must have gagged or nearly fainted in surprise at what this man wanted, for my world was as much in a blur the moment what he wanted sank in. I could not comprehend, much more really understand what his plan was, but in that instant I felt a hardened hand lightly glide along my shoulder, my bare skin and that hand being separated only by a thin layer of cloth from my blouse and a thermal undershirt. "Are you insane?! That would be out of the question, and even if I did agree the wait would be too long for me, and even I suspect for you, as well," I blurted out in frustrated retort, thinking that this was some kind of game the perverted old man was playing. But still, I could not help but feel somewhat relaxed, even agreeable to what this man was proposing. If only for him. "Leave that part to me," the man somewhat mumbled under his breath at the same time as standing up, walking towards me and before picking my right hand in a firm, but gentle grasp to lead me off the chair I was seated upon. I tensed and hesitated, but felt convinced somehow that I was in safe hands. He lead me ever so slowly around the room, along the shelves where the dolls were collected, their eyes seeming to watch me with great intent and anticipation whilst the man walked with greater and speed and grace than what was expected. It seemed we were both in a dance of sort for he was soon spinning me around, dipping me backwards, both bodies swaying to a slowly growing tune in the background. It must have been magic of some sort, for I even began to enjoy it and allowed myself to sink further into this sort of euphoria as we both danced in the middle of the room, our audience those fathomless dolls. Little by little, though I would not notice until later on, my clothing began to disappear, starting from my blouse that was unbuttoned one by one before it totally disappeared, then my shoes, my pants until I was left only in my underwear. How this happened while we danced, I do not know. But what was left on the old man was his surprisingly toned and muscled body. We continued out swirling dance, his bony hands skillfully coursing up and down my waist and hips before snaking up his right hand to undo my bra from the front. Quickly and easily, they were dispatched, leaving my supple mounds bouncing to our graceful steps. I've never danced like this before, and how I was doing this I know not until now. It was addicting, and every sway, every step and every dip got me more, and more into this whole dance. I thought that maybe a spell had been cast on me, and my mind's eye flashed back to where the old man touched me on the shoulder earlier. That must have been it. Pantomime Doll But I couldn't care less now, I was in a state of euphoria and it clearly showed through the rapturous smile on my face. I failed to notice at once, but the music had slowly changed into a sort of carousel music, the type you would hear while riding on a carousel or walking around a circus, only the general air of the room added a strange and creepy twist to it. "These dolls are my only treasure left in this world...," the man said grimly before dipping me backwards once more and running a calloused hand down between my bare breasts. "I'd like my successor to watch over them when I die," he added after a brief pause. I could only nod in agreement before being pulled up to face the man and stare him deep into those hazel eyes. I must have dazed off again for some reason, for I found myself wandering about the streets with no care. It was during the time I realized he was never coming back, and that I'd lost him for good. I think by that time I already lost my job, my life was in ruins and I turned to alcohol to drown away my sorrows. I could see myself dead drunk in a shady bar, as if trying to drown my problems away with alcohol. I was in a drunken conversation with a slightly overweight man, the type you'd see living in his parents' basement. Late 30s and slightly balding already, he had a creepy look on his face, one that told me this guy was up to no good. But of course in my drunken stupor, I was in an incompetent state to even notice. Next thing I know I took another shot of some hard liquor and collapse against of the overweight man, out-cold. What happened next was something you could expect from a lonely man of his stature, and I watched closely from my third-person point of view how he dragged me from that bar and took me to some run-down motel to satisfy his lusts. I could see from inside the room how the door was kicked open and how that sick bastard carried me wholly in his arms before dropping me down onto that old bed. My shapely bod just laid there, slumped in an awkward position before he positioned me onto my back and tore my clothes off like a savage animal. I was helpless, I couldn't do anything, but I could see from my point of view that my eyes were slightly open. I just guess at the time I was too wasted to do anything about it. I was left bare on the bed; my arms and legs limp and spread-eagled, whilst the man stood at the foot of the bed and tore off his own clothes hastily. I could see he was enjoying the sight of my body whilst doing so, feasting his eyes on my untrimmed bush, hard nipples and what part of my ass he could see. He must have thought it was a sight to behold, but in all honesty and in my humble opinion I could not share the same about his own body. I'd rather not say. As soon as he felt it was right, and to my horror, the brute lunged at me from the foot of the bed and get between my spread legs, only to spend several minutes fumbling with my limp form and his own mass before finally getting it right. I did not want to, but I could see how his engorged cock entered me before beginning to rut like a wild animal. To my horror, I could see he wasn't going to disappear, and that this wasn't just some sort of warped memory. It was all real and it happened. His actions made me think he couldn't decide what to do. His hands were all over my bare skin, on my breasts, my shoulders and hips while he thrust. My nipples he suckled on, one at a time whilst the other was being squeezed and toyed. I thought he had finished for he slowly slowly stopped, and looked to pull his member out of me, only to impale it into the space between my parted rump cheeks and continue thrusting on. I felt an odd mix of horror, grief and a hinting amount of arousal from this. I felt disgusted that I'd enjoy seeing myself being taken and raped like this, and it was sure a twisted mix. I didn't notice it at first, but I saw my chest begin rising up and down at a quickening pace, as if I was enjoying being fucked anal; something I thought I'd never really enjoy. I thought my other self was on the slow verge to arousal before the man slowly withdrew from my rear and positioned his cock towards of my freshly loosened slit. I thought to myself that he couldn't possibly be thinking of going in there after just having been from there. But to my horror he plunged that filthy tool of his back into my most sensitive of regions, with all the matter and waste it collected from having just scrubbed my bowels clean like that and thrust rather harshly. It was like a piston moving mercilessly within me, and it seemed well lubricated. The brute rutted on, sliding the entire mass of his cock in and out of my parted slit like a crazed dog, only giving momentary pauses as if to rest. I watched as my other self grimaced in pain and pleasure, how my whole body and especially my breasts jiggled and swayed as he fucked me for all I was worth. He must have used some kind of lubricant because I could distinctly hear wet flesh slapping and rubbing each time he thrust, or it could have been my body's own reaction to this rape. My lips parted, my arms trembled and I could hear soft moans emanating from my throat as this went on. To my horror, I could see I was enjoying all this! No, it couldn't be right! How could I be enjoying this rape? No, it couldn't. But it was hard to face all that I was seeing, and seeing my unconscious self shudder to an orgasm under this type of treatment feel disgusted at myself. I watched on, and to my grim relief the pig came and spewed his seed into my soaked channel before quickly. Cleaning himself up and leaving me in that state within the apartment room. I was partially relieved, only to realize that this was the night before I found myself waking up and clueless within that apartment one day, just in time to catch a stranger shut the door behind him, only I was laying on my tummy from what I remember. I had had enough. I didn't want to see anymore, and I denied everything I just saw. Though, deep down inside I knew that what I just saw to be true... I was back in that room with the old man now, back into my euphoric state where nothing else mattered and I was content to just be. Maybe he didn't have a thing for foreplay, because I quickly realized I was bent over and bracing against a shelf full of dolls as the old man rutted behind me. God, he felt massive, and somewhat irregularly shaped. I was already wet, as I could hear my juices lubricating up his cock as it pistoned in and out of my tight cunt. My breasts swayed with each thrust he made, the magnitude of which was doubled as his calloused hands tore me back against his large pole. I felt my slit stretched wide with his girth, and what felt like little bumps and the very veins on his cock as they slid past my opening smoothly. My God, I felt like I was floating to heaven, and each thrust the old man made only drove me closer to the edge of that dark tunnel. I was screaming and moaning loudly, my hands tightening around of that shelf's edge as I was fucked closer and closer to orgasm. I must have been creaming like anything, because when I moved my right foot inward it landed on a hot and wet puddle of what could no doubt have been my love juices. And, the thought of myself being that wet and excited only drove me even madder with lust. For an old man, he sure could fuck hard. Certainly in my experience this is probably the best fucking I've ever had. The size, raw strength, the strokes, and bumps and odd angles, the combination of all that drove me quickly to the brink of wanton insanity. I wouldn't have wanted to mention, but the arousal of being taken like this, by this old man, this old gypsy man whom I've never met before, just made me mad in the loins. "Oh, fuck me... fuck me hard...!" I uttered in a guttural cry of passion I pushed back against of the old man's thrusting hips, wanting that large cock to go deeper and deeper until its tip brushed against of my womb's entrance. I attempted pushing my long, black hair out of the way and just barely managed placing my long locks behind of my ears before a mind-blowing orgasm jolted my entire bod like a bolt of lightning. At first, I felt my loins getting hotter and hotter, before the little streaks of electricity in my cunt suddenly grew a hundred fold and overwhelmed any other sensation I had. My vision blurred with the immensity of that single orgasm, and I couldn't help but give out little squeals of pleasure and moans from the intense sensations. I could barely see muted colors that went back and forth, crazed, as the rutting went on, creating a continuous flow of those wet slapping sounds from behind. As my eyes cleared up, I saw the floor, the base of the shelf I was leaning on, my toes and the wet puddle shaking, but I realized a moment later in my stupor that it was just the old man's beating down on my brutalized hips. My first orgasm was just about waning, but a second one was on the rise already, and I shuddered at the simple thought of this naughty old man being able to take me like this. It was just him and me doggy-style against that shelf which creaked and groaned in protest at the action that was happening right in front of it. I felt those thick veins, and what felt like little bumps, entering and exiting me with every thrust he made with those surprisingly powerful hips, helping to coax my second orgasm closer and closer until the edge. At which point my head raised, eyes opened wide, only to catch sight of an eerily familiar looking doll seated right in front of me on the shelf, right between where my hands were anchoring me. It was surprising since a multitude of other dolls were seated beside of it, and it had on an angelic smile, so loving and so intense in the way it stared at me, causing fond memories to flitter in through the pleasures wracking my body and soul now. I didn't have much time to reminisce, for as soon as I felt that second orgasm coming along the drive was instantly ground to a halt with the cock receding from within me with a loud slurping sound and a sizeable splatter of my own juices down between my thighs. It as if air had been taken away from me, leaving that familiar empty feeling inside of me that I hated so much. I was left panting and squirming in that bent-over position, and I was just about to moan and groan in protest when I felt a tough wrench of rough hands against my shoulders, which spun me around and forced me hard down on my knees. Slight dizziness overtook me before I caught sight of what must have been the largest cock I'd seen in real life and up-close. It could have been well over 9 inches, and 3 inches in girth with thick bulging veins looking just about ready to burst from under the skin, big and thick nubs around the shaft and a huge head with an obscenely distended slit. All that on a cock that was an angry red in color and hue. I gave one look upwards, towards the man, for one second. My almond-shaped eyes blinked, trying to conceal my intense yearning and the terribly empty feeling between my legs before I got the message. I licked my lips with a leery grin, leaned over just enough before opening my mouth wide and taking just about as much as I could of that head into my warm and wet mouth and suckled heartily. I could still taste my own essence on his cock. The overpowering scent that came from our fucking only moments before pored into my nostrils like an aphrodisiac, the effects of which was driving me even hornier than I had ever been. I suckled hard, to the point of my cheeks being sucked inwards whilst my tongue swirled back and forth along that urine-tasting cock slit and every now and then giving soft moans through the meat stuffed into my mouth. He seemed to be enjoying it, as he grasped at either side of my head and thrust me down upon his cock in an attempt to get more of that hot dick into my mouth. I thought I couldn't get anymore in, but to my surprise a few more inches slid firmly into place to touch at the back of my throat and at which point I began bobbing my head up and down upon the rod in my mouth. My right hand, as if on its own volition, began drifting to those massive balls which each had a size of large strawberries, and began stroking and squeezing and kneading each alternately. Every so often, that same hand would attempt to wrap around the base of his cock and stroke eagerly, as if trying to pleasure the man further, which I think was helping as he began to breathe harder and faster with each passing moment. My eyes shut soon enough, and I was entrapped in a dark world of hard suckling and tense pleasures at which I thought I'd forgotten my own pleasures until my other hand found itself stroking at my swollen clit and pussy lips. I realized soon enough that I didn't even have to move it to make it stroke at my pussy, and to my surprise was able to fit most of my hand into my formerly-tight cunt. I moaned out for more, and was soon fisting myself hard whilst sucking at this old man's cock like a whore from the streets. But I couldn't care less anymore, as I found myself helpless and enjoying myself with these guilty pleasures. My rising pleasures triggered a flurry of orgasms on my part and causing me to suckle harder, and after a few long moments of fisting and suckling and toying with the man's balls, I felt a hot and steamy gush of what could have no doubt been his cum spewing into the back of my throat. It was literally a flood, and with a gasp from the man, I retorted with nearly a gag and I swallowed as much as I could. Whatever semen I couldn't swallow dribbled from the sides of my mouth to drip on top of my bare breasts oh so lewdly. Now I was soaked in small bits of saliva, large amounts of semen on my chest and my entire body with my own sweat. His cock bring pulled out from my mouth only resulted in more of that cum dribbling down my chin and breasts, with lewd strings of my saliva and salty cream hanging between my lips and that huge head. For some strange reason I contented with licking the leftover from my chin and lips, scooping up whatever was on my chest and licking my fingers clean. It didn't take long to satisfy my hungry mouth, and I was soon back at fisting myself eagerly, much to the man's obvious pleasure. I slid as much of my hand that could fit in, and I being stretched wide by that monstrous cock helped me slide in pretty much of my hand up to the wrist. It felt strange, but just as satisfying. I could feel the little bumps of my insides, how hot and wet I was feeling. A tribute to how raunchy I really was that night. But my hand wasn't there to feel at my insides, and I quickly began to piston it in and out until I worked myself up to another good orgasm and a certain degree of drippyness. I gyrated my hips whilst my other hand stroked at my exposed clit, much to my moaning and gasping from the pleasures I was getting out of this. I was almost there, and I wanted to cum from this badly. That is, until I focused my eyes just enough to see his cock still hard as a rock. I grinned mischievously at he and his delicious member, before pulling my hand from out of my hot and sticky cunt, kneeling up and positioning towards of he. A few steps were taken on his part and he settled down on his back before uttering the word 'come', I nodded in understanding and raised a thigh to straddle his waist. I shook my hair from out of my eyes, pushing some behind of my ears and settling in for the ride. It didn't take much effort for his thick rod to enter me at all, because as soon as my sopping slit was positioned right above of his pole he drove me down upon it with a harsh pull of his hands on my hips and a hard thrust of his hips upward into mine. I guess the fact that I was loosened up from the previous fucking helped as well. I could feel his cock stretching and nearly tearing my cunt almost like earlier, forcing me to recline my head and moan out in utter ecstasy. My hands anchored themselves firmly on his shoulders and I began to gyrate my hips smoothly to stir his cock within me. I leaned forward, just enough so that my breasts were right in front of his face, to which he darted his tongue teasingly at my cleavage and each nipple before suckling hard outright. It wasn't before long that I was now bouncing up and down along of his large dick, at first engulfing half of his cock at a time before working up more and more until I was almost at the hilt, the sounds of wet skin slapping against each other seemingly a never-ending chorus to the song of lewd fucking. I could feel my breasts bouncing back and forth lewdly in front of his face, as well as the bouncing of my thighs and ass against his hips, and I let out another long and lustful moan in between desperate gasps of breath. I could feel it, it must have been the nth time I came that night, I couldn't help it and I shuddered and groaned out as my love tunnel clamped out as tightly as it could around of the shaft that stretched it while I let out another soft scream of utter ecstasy. My head tore back as the pleasures washed over my body and soul, and I questioned myself why I was enjoying this so much. I caught small glimpses of the thrusting man beneath me, and of the dolls around of us whilst we fucked and I thought to myself that this might be where I will end up, as a doll, a pantomime doll. Yes, that's right. I feel like as if I am one of this man's dolls, and I feel like I'm acting like one too. But that's fine, I shivered whilst I thought if only to be with him again. I must have been bouncing rather savagely on the man's hips before he gave one deep gasp of breath before tearing me back mid-bounce onto his cock. I gasped out in utter surprise, which helped bring about another orgasm for me, at the sheer depth this man was able to drive his cock into me, to places never touched before by any man's own member. I felt a sharp stab at my inside, I let out a stifled scream of pain, and I knew in that instant his cock had penetrated into my womb. "It's time...," the old man uttered as he gave one last mighty thrust to drive his dick deeper into my womb before gasping out once more in unknown ecstasy. My tunnel tensed around of his member, and we orgasmed at nearly the same time. I, letting out mixed sounds of gasps, moans and squeals from both pain and pleasure, he letting out the same but sounding more and more like a person aside from the one that met me at the door earlier. Large jolts of electricity seemed to pass between us, more of a product of our orgasms than anything else, and it seemed to last forever. All this time I could feel hot loads of cum steadily being pumped into my womb, so copious I felt full from the stomach down. The sensations of hot semen dripping from out of my cunt and down the man's cock overwhelmed me in more pleasure. What with all the seed implanted within me, the deed was done; I was surely with child now. I could not be sure what was going to happen next, but my vision darkened and blurred with little pixels of what I could see falling apart. I felt my being dissipating, my consciousness falling into oblivion in timeless seepage, until my vision swirled and refocused on the dark room like before. I wondered and looked about, until I realized I was seated on the shelf of dolls from earlier, and was now one of the dolls. I wasn't alarmed, nor was I afraid, and I felt an odd sense of contentment about myself, more so when I noticed I was seated right beside of the familiar doll that I encountered while I was being roughly taken earlier. It was he, my beloved. No wonder that smile felt so familiar, so angelic and so affectionate in its own way. My journey had ended; I was with him. Noticing a stirring in front of me, I took my attention from my love for but a moment to take notice of the old man standing in the middle of the room, swaying back and forth while humming an old lullaby. He was more regal and stoic now, much different from the old man that I encountered earlier, and he had an air of peace and elegance about of him, much more so than any man had the right to have. I wondered to myself, why in the world would he be humming and swaying, only to realize he had in his arms a bundle of warm cloths that could only mean a newborn. Pantomime Doll "These are my last treasures, my Son," the man said, sweeping around the room towards the dolls, much to my amazement and awe before he continued. "I'm an old man, and I don't have much time left. So I'd like you to take care of them when I'm gone," he said dimly and with a wistful look about his face. Where could that child have come from? I asked myself whilst listening. "I know you'll have only a short time before this world must end, but a new world I shall give to you and your keep, a new world where wickedness will not take root," I watched as he talked to the newborn in hushed tones, as if to keep it in a comfortable slumber, before giving out a soft sigh. All of a sudden, I could feel the ground begin to shake with great intensity; the whole building trembling from the immensity from such shaking was unimaginable. Candles fell, dolls shook and trembled, chairs, tables tipped-over, and walls began to crack. I could barely hear the faint screaming of terrorized individuals from the outside as the windows glow a bright and angry orange, as if the skies had burst into flames. It was terrible. The piercing sounds of an inhuman screaming punctuated it all, as if some unearthly beings were reaping the souls of those unfortunate enough to be caught. But I wasn't afraid for some odd reason, I was calm and was comforted by an unknown and unseen force that held me to its bosom like a loving parent. Just as I felt the building was going to collapse on us all, my vision was engulfed by a bright, white light with the intensity of an infinite number of suns, all coming from the elegant old man and the bundle that he carried in his arms. And there was silence, once more. I felt weightless, but not confounded. Content, but not empty. And it felt like heaven. I always enjoy playing. Especially if it's with my best friends, and we're playing the games that we enjoy the most such as hide and seek, tag and leap frog. Today is always as fun as everyday, but I couldn't care less as long as we were all happy. And that was not a problem. Everyday, my friends and I would play in the wide and open plains and meadows of our home, under skies that were always bright and blue, interrupted only by pleasant wisps of friendly clouds, we'd explore forests and small hills and try and search for the cuddly animals that lived there, and we couldn't be happier. We knew when we had to go back, because as soon as we turned a corner in our explorations we'd be back in front of our cottages, and Brother would be waiting for us there like the responsible adult he is. He's funny; he can get mad at times but you just need to act like you're sad and his heart will simply melt all over you., and he's always sitting on top of a small hill overlooking our cottages. He's firm, but gentle. And he's been there for as long as I can remember. He's really smart too, at night he'd tell us stories of fantastic worlds that he says were from a time beyond now. We would each ask him what happened to all those people, and he'd simply reply 'they've all gone to where they all belong' in a soft and gentle tone of voice and then tuck us all into our soft beds for the night. During the day we'd be back at playing again; discovering new streams and valleys, exploring caves and talking with the animals that we would come across, with no inkling of what the next day would bring us, and being oblivious to the watchful, but loving, eye of Brother. There's this one boy that I like, his name is Andre. We bumped into each other while I was playing tag with Marie and John one morning. I was running and we hit each other but only I fell down because I was a bit skinnier than he was. I thought I was gonna cry, but he helped me up, gave me a hug and gave me the best smile he could muster. I thought I was in love because I loved that smile; it was so sweet and affectionate. He helped brush off the leaves, twigs, and dirt that stuck to my clothes before giving me that same sweet smile and bouncing off to play again with his other friends. Later that night, we gathered in a clearing outside of our cottages, around a bonfire that big brother had set up for us earlier. He sat us down in neat rows, and I was lucky enough to be seated next to Andre, which made me giggle and blush. But I tried to keep quiet because brother was beginning to speak. "A long time ago, there was another world that was fraught with things not so good. People had lost their goodness and kindness because of temptation...," I think I was daydreaming, because the last thing I heard was the words 'it'll come in time,' and with that, we were promptly ushered back into our respective cottages. I was heading back, when I felt a sudden tug at my sleeve urging me to another direction. I turned to look, only to realize it was Andre. I stifled a giggle before following him up the path to where Brother usually sat whilst watching over us play. We sat down next to each other in the slightly chilly air that made me shiver; huddled against one other while looking up at the cloudless night sky and the bright full moon that was the guardian of the night. I felt his hand slowly creeping towards of mine, and I couldn't help but put my own hand in his. No words were spoken; our actions and emotions spoke for themselves. It felt like we were meant to be, for some reason, and it felt perfect. I felt him squeeze my hand firmly, but gently, and I could only do the same. Our love springs eternal. Andre, my beloved.