Broken Dolls

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“Eh, a bit broken, isn’t she?”

Her cunt ached from repeated use, the tissue especially swollen from the last man her keeper sold her to. She lay still for inspection, praying the bruises weren’t too noticeable or she wouldn’t be chosen by this man.

Her keeper reached down to pinch a nipple, tugging at the barely healed piercing. She hid her wince, masking it behind a blank expression.

“She’s always ready to use though. Gives a sloppy blowjob and her cunt is always wet, see?”

She spread her legs automatically, moaning on command as he shoved two thick fingers into her cunt. She knew they’d be covered in fluid, the remnants of the man who had just departed.

He smeared the fluid on her face and turned to speak to the well dressed man. She didn’t dare look up.

“How much to buy your doll?”

Her eyes flew to the man’s. They were an unyielding brown, and for a moment she felt a knot of fear form in her stomach.

“See, she’s my best girl.”

“You should take better care of your things.” Her keeper stiffened, but the man’s next offer made that greedy smile spread across his face.

“Sure sure. I’ll let her go for that price. You’re getting a real deal, mister.”

The gentleman’s smile was barely perceptible and only for her. It set her at ease somehow.

“I believe I am.”