The performance that takes your breath away

 You would stare out your window as you waited for your precious cargo to arrive, the rain battering the pavements as the occasional car would drift by, each and every one of them unaware what was going on inside of the bowels of Plymouth nor what would be delivered just over the street to them. Plymouth itself was a half broken ruin of a city, half built buildings surrounding the areas around the cities high streets, of which consisted of shops simply too big to go bust, fast food joints and vacant buildings, each one of them having either boarded up windows or empty insides, all of which had been gouged out months ago. You, however, did not seek to come to Plymouth on the basis of business but you instead come here for theatre work, the theatre royal requiring a pianist in which you were delightfully ready to perform, impressing the crowds each and every time with your skill although one day a person had came by that had a particular interest for you.

You had finished up a show and was retreating to your room, ready to take a glass of vodka and simply relax when you saw somebody waiting by your room, seemingly waiting for you. The man himself would turn when he saw you, a calm smile moving across his face as he held his hand out to you and introduced himself as Arthur Works, not stating his intention as you shook his hand, your eyes glancing up and down the man in the meantime. He was shorter than you by a inch or two and had cut his black hair short to match, the man wearing a admittedly well made and tailored suit who’s brand was completely lost on you yet the man seemed to have absolutely bathed himself to deodorant, possibly trying his hardest to drown out the slight scent of blood that emanated from him.

He would ask to be invited in and you would duly accept, the both of you working in the room together as he apologized for his smell, seeming to be aware of his own situation as he explained that he was a taxidermist and tailor. You cut him off soon after that, asking if this was a ploy to get you to wear his suits of which he denied, claiming to have come to arrange a meeting with you and a particularly busy business partner who, he claimed, worked from across the Tamar. He stated the man had taken a particular interest in you and that he wished to “enhance” your performance in some kind of way and would be at your next show, of which you said you’d look out for him in the crowd.

The man had left the room and the rest of the night had passed, the performance of the next day going just as planned as you scanned for this business partner, your eyes eventually settling on a man situated right in the front row. He looked, to put it gently, strange, his arms and legs seeming too long for his torso and his skin being the most deathly white you had ever seen, his face being angular on several places and his skin complimented by his gray suit. He had a smile that appeared to have way more teeth then it could possibly need and his eyes seemed to have a strange orange tint to them and his eyes seemingly affixed to you throughout the entire performance, much to your discomfort.

When your performance ended and the curtain fell you went back into your dressing room, thinking about where to meet the man as you opened the door to see the man standing there, waiting for you. You asked him two questions : Who he was and what he was doing in your dressing room of which he responded with “The man from the other side of the bridge” and “to offer you something”, the latter of which caught your interest as you stared up at the extremely tall man. You asked what his offer was and he simply grinned, explaining that he was a supplier of many things and he wanted to supply you with the perfect dancers for your ballet with the man wanting to test your cooperation by sending a single one to you.

You hesitated, wondering what he could possibly mean by sending before you decided to accept his offer, fearing what the taller and seemingly extremely powerful man would do to you if you refused his offer. He would clasp his hands together and say he was delighted by the business union of him and you ,stating the delivery would be tonight before he walked out the door, his body moving somewhat smoother then should be humanly possible for  a person to do. Now you were standing by the window, waiting for the car to arrive when you saw a pair of cars start moving down your street, the lights nearly blinding you from the car in front as your package had finally arrived.

The first car was a black Cadillac Calais, the car being absolutely impeccable in terms of cleanness as your eyes would turn to the vehicle behind it which was a heavily modified Mercedes-Benz Sprinter, also painted in black. You’d leave the warm insides of your home to greet who was inside, the Man from the other side of the bridge managing to climb out of the Cadillac whilst two men got out of the van and started to rummage around the back of it. “Ah, Anon, it’s lovely to see you once again. How has your night been?”The man said, his voice being a mixture of deep yet having a slight grit to it,his eyes glancing over to your front door as he waited for you to respond.

“Yeah, I’ve been fine. Everything alright with you?” You asked of which he responded with an erratic nod, your eyes glancing to the van to reveal they were pulling a large box out of it, the box taller than it was wide by a large margin. “What’s in the box then?” You asked as he would simply tilt his head before tilting it back up straight and responding to you.

“My side of the deal.” He would say, not answering the question in the slightest as they would take the box in, the man’s eyes following them before they looked right onto you again. “Within that box would be your new performer. She’s your property now and you can do as you will with her. All I ask from you is one thing.” He said, raising one of his fingers up before clenching his fist backup and placing it down by his side in the process. “At your next performance, put her on stage. Give us a show we’ve been waiting for.” He would say eagerly as he watched as the other two men leave your house, any words that were on your tongue being left unsaid as he backed away from you.

“Well, I must get going now. I told them to leave the box in your bedroom, by the way. If you need anything specially tailored then just ask Mr.Works, he’ll get everything for you. See you shortly.” He said as he would step back into his car before leaving, a hint of classical music escaping his car in the process. You moved back into your house, somewhat confused and slightly worried about what was hiding in the box that he had given to you, your prayers simply asking that it wasn’t a body. You would look at the box in your room for several moments, seeing that it was made out of wood as you grabbed one of the panels and tugged, removing it from the box to see what was inside, your eyes widening in the process.

What was inside of the box was what could best be described as a human sized porcelain doll, being about three inches smaller than you were and being intricately crafted, each of the limbs being perfect in their design and creation accept for the red liquid that was leaking out of the joints and onto the wood of the box. The torso of the doll would reveal that it was a woman with a pair of perfectly white tits sticking out of her chest whilst what appeared to be a vagina rested between her legs with the woman’s provided outfit being placed next to her, of which was a stereotypical ballet dancer outfit although it seemed to be crafted to resemble one much older. Finally out looked at her face which was where most of the true horror had been located,her mouth being lipless and smeared with red, shark-like teeth sticking out of her mouth as  you saw that she didn’t have any eyes at all, instead replaced with two red holes that were dark and completely devoid of any emotion.

You really didn’t know what to say when you saw it, the doll looking immaculate despite her ghoulish features as you moved to grab her,placing her out of the box and examining her form a bit more. Your hands traced her rather shapely hips, touching the area that were covered in the red substance with you noticing that it was just as thick as blood was before you moved over to her pussy, giving it a couple of brief touches with your fingers. That’s when you realized you could see the dolls fingers moving, your hands moving down as you backed away to see her entire body shuddering before she would start to unstiffen, the woman moving her hands and fingers before she moved her arms and eventually her head.

“Hello there, Master Anon.” She said as you stared at her in total shock, the woman still bending her lips as she stared back, the woman twisting her head as she did so. “How May I be of assistance to you?” She asked as if it wasn’t maddening to see what was happening right in front of you.

“You’re alive.” You stated, possibly to confirm the reality and that you weren’t merely hallucinating.

“Well, it would be rather rude not to be, especially when you’re a performer.” She would explain, the woman having a distinct charm to her voice despite being something that shouldn’t really exist.

“I guess so. I just, I don’t get it. How are you alive?” You asked, the woman cocking her head somewhat as she would move herself closer to you.

“The same way you are, someone brought me to life. Nothing wrong with that, especially since, if my creator is correct, you’ll be having a dozen or so more of us soon.” She said, the woman moving herself closer to you, each movement being elegant like a performer should be. You would clench your fists tighter before one of them snapped ahold of her jaw, pushing it upwards somewhat as you stated into her empty eye sockets before you pushed your lips down against her maw. You didn’t really know what came over you or what made you do this but you just had a deep urge to, a call to the unknown if you wished to call it that only this call made itself more sexual, more loving then it originally seemed to be.

The woman’s mouth tasted like metal, a distinct coppery taste moving inside of your mouth as you felt around her mouth with your tongue, feeling that she also had something in there that you’d hesitate to call a tongue as it was more just a web of flesh than anything else. You pulled out, unsure if you had just crossed some kind of unspoken boundary with her before those sharp teeth contorted into a very eager smile and words started to escape it. “My, you’re upfront. I like that in a man. Or I can, if you command me too.” She would say eagerly, your eyes gazing down at her when you realized that she was still a doll, a sentient one, but a doll none the less,eagerly to be commanded and played with.

“Get on the bed. Face up, legs spread.” You said as she would eagerly nod and do as you said, your hands reaching down to unbuckle your trousers and throw them to the ground, your underwear following suit. You would look over to her to see her legs spread, her nimble feet pushed against the mattress as you quickly slid between her legs, resting your hands against your bed as your cock would look over her snatch, rock hard and ready. She didn’t even need to say a word to tell you to start, to say that she was eager to be fucked, her facial expression said it all so you just raised your hips back and slammed yourself inside of her, both of you moaning into the air in the process.

You would rest your cock inside of her for several moments, getting used to her surprisingly warm pussy as her hands would move up to clutch ahold of the sides of your chest, rubbing against your skin as you pulled back. You would move slowly and delicately, not knowing how hard you could thrust inside of her without breaking her into shards, the woman’s back arching and flexing somewhat in the process, drool dripping out of her fanged mouth in the process. You would rest for a couple of seconds as only your tip would rest inside of hers, her hands unflexing against your chest for a few moments before you promptly thrusted inside of her again, another moan escaping her in the process.

You would keep slamming and thrusting into her, getting harder and more adventurous with each thrust, the woman’s hands digging into your skin with each thrust, much to your satisfaction. You would move one of your hands down the mattress and over to her head, clutching ahold of it as you brought her head up to your face, your lips pushing against her lack of lips once again, the woman welcoming your tongue into her throat in the process. As your tongue would canvas her sharp teeth your hips would start to go faster, her hips being pushed deeper into the mattress somewhat by both your thrusts and the position her pale and thin body was in.

Her legs would fold around your body as her fingers dug deeper into your back, the woman doing it so she could hold you closer to her body, your kiss continuing as more and more spit would stick to your tongue. You eventually pulled away from her mouth as she panted into your face, the woman groaning out loudly as bits of spit would stick to her teeth, the woman’s pussy clenching against your cock a few times in the process, much to your pleasure. “Mmmph, you really know how to do it, huh?” She would ask you with a somewhat large smirk on her face,your only response to move your hand over to her breast and proceed to grope it, a particularly high pitched moan escaping her mouth in the process.

You could feel the joints that were pushed across the skin as the fluid dripped down from them, the feeling being almost good as you kept moving harder and harder against her body. “God, you’re gonna get the other dolls under control real quick if you pound them like this!” She would cry out as she would keep clutching your skin, the woman pushing her chest out into your hands, the soft orbs being kept right within your grasp as more drool would fly from the edges of her mouth. Your other hand would let go of her neck and would curl around her back, eventually setting on her stomach as you decided to go even faster against her body, the woman’s hips shaking from the pleasure of it all.

At this point your bodies were all rubbing against each other rapidly, slamming and pressing against each other as her breasts rubbed against your chest, the woman sighing into your face as she would slam her face into you again. The woman would push her mouth against your own, the woman’s hand drifting over your back and clutching ahold of your head as she would groan out into your mouth, making you brush your tongue against her fleshy web she’d obtained. The woman’s legs would fully wrap around your back, the soft skin grinding and pushing against your spine as her other hand moved to your chest, pressing against it as she would continue her kiss with you.

That was when you started to feel yourself throbbing inside of her, pushing and rubbing against her inner walls as in the process as her entire body twitched along with the throbbing. Her feet would tap against your spine as the pressure at the tip of your cock started to build, the monstrous woman trying to create words with her bloody mouth, some of the liquid even dripping out of her eye holes as she rammed her head down into the bed. Eventually a combination of the sight that was in front of you as the pleasure that was pushing across your cock got too unbearable to take and you came inside of her, ropes of your cum starting to escape your cockhead as she would groan out in ecstasy.

You felt as the ropes sprayed across her pussy, the woman’s fingers twitching and brushing against your skin with each rope that was shoved into her tight cunt, her lewd moans echoing out across the entire room. The woman would scream out particularly loudly when you reached the peak of your orgasm, the woman practically threatening to shatter some windows as a particularly large rope passed through her inner walls and deep into her snatch. Of course, all good things had to come to a end and your orgasm, and the performance, rapidly came to it, the last couple shots coming out as you pushed deep inside her one last time, your hands catching the bed so you didn’t collapse on her porcelain frame.

You would eventually get enough strength back to pull yourself off her porcelain body, watching as the cum would drip out of her as you removed your cock from her body, the woman’s head tilting towards you as she went to speak. “That… was divine! Looks like we’ll be doing more than just performing, won’t we?” She said with a grin, moving to clutch ahold of your collarbone as she grinned at you with those sharp and now dirty teeth.

“You’re certainly right. Now, go and get yourself dressed, we’ve got a performance to prepare for.” You said as she would chuckle eagerly and move out of the bed as you moved to get your suit. You had no idea who the man over the bridge was, you had no idea where he was getting this doll from but you knew he wanted and performance.

And he would get one hell of a performance.