Doll

Prologue

My heart clenched the first time I saw her.

I wasn’t actively looking for my next doll.  On a whim, I decided to go on a hike at a forest as a way to release some stress.

Then I saw her.  Average height, brown hair, and a bit overweight.  I could tell that she just grabbed the first time out of her closet to wear out.  Her brown hair was tied up in a loose ponytail.  She was curvy, but still small enough for me to manhandle easily.

And she was walking a cat.  If she was walking a dog, I wouldn’t have given her a second glance.  But the cat was different, and drew my attention to her.  She wasn’t fussing with a phone, nor did I see earbuds in.  She didn’t fidget with the leash and allowed the cat to choose the pace of the walk.

She was ordinary.  She wasn’t beautiful like a model and didn’t have a perfect body.  But her quiet confidence called to me.  I could imagine her on her knees, tears streaking her face as she begged for mercy.  I could suddenly feel the press of my pants against my cock, and my heart clenched with desire.  She was perfect.  If only…

I followed her discretely as she returned home.  Then I saw her home.  It was a lonely house next to the forest.  And no immediate neighbors.

The location of her house sealed her fate.  She would be my next doll.

I loved procuring my dolls from their homes.  The sense of betrayal in what should have been a safe place, the perversion of joyful memories, the horror of what is happening, and the acceptance there is no chance of rescue.  If I could be said to have a modus operandi, it would be procuring dolls in isolated places.  It wasn’t a requirement, but finding a doll who lived somewhere isolated was like a gift from the universe.

The anticipation of getting her in that house made my cock ache in delightful ways.  This would be fun.

The first step in procuring a new doll is research.  Researching a new doll required patience.  I am patient.

I learned that her name was Amy Denke.