I forgot to mention - author is Mingleward.

Episode 3: Valoria - Part 1

As the sun began to set on the cool Saturday evening, the last rays of the day’s sunlight seeped through the shutters of Tommy’s bedroom, and slowly made their crawl from the ceiling to the window. Tommy sat at the foot of the bed, bare-clothed and clenching his rod with the left hand, his right occupying a small, yellow-colored bottle with a syringe sticking out. Emily kneeled upon the white sheets and faced Tommy, her left hand holding a similar bottle but blue in hue, and her right hand wielding one of Amy’s arms, whose fingers were merely centimeters away from her pussy. “Emily, are you sure you want to do this?”, Tommy looked with a shadow of concern at his partner, whose reddened but anxious face only nodded in an answer of “Yes”.

After the past two weeks he spent with Emily, she had been explaining to him a little more about the goods she and her former twin-sister had carried in on that faithful day. One box contained toys, of all sorts of bizarre shapes, sizes and purposes; all of which Tommy put away for later use after one nearly killed Emily. The phallic thing, some segmented metallic tentacle, unexpectedly squirmed into Emily’s ass, and was attempting to go deeper in if it hadn’t been pulled out in the nick of time by Tommy. Poor Emily was terrified of the ordeal, and Tommy spent the next three days comforting her and engaging in no sexual activities with her whatsoever to help. Yep, Tommy would be saving those “things” for a girl he would actually enjoy disposing of.

The second box, the one Emily had been carrying, was filled with an assortment of small bottles. There were five colors: Red, Yellow, Green, Blue and Pink, and there were six bottles of each color. Emily said they were “specialty” drugs; chemicals designed to slightly enhance the experience with a Guro-Gal by altering her in some vague way. Tommy was shocked that any company could get away with deliberately selling customers drugs of any kind for their use, only to be corrected by Emily who said that the drugs can’t work on real people, and that they were designed to only function with a Guro-Gal. Tommy was relieved that such a thing was so when he accidentally injected himself with one, but was curious to exactly how these “drugs” enhanced play.

Well, seeing as he was going to use some now for the first time, he was dependent on Emily’s knowledge to see how the next three minutes would play out. But Tommy was worried, for if the drug he was going to inject in Emily was lethal, he’d lose her and only have her corpse to enjoy, and she was actually more enjoyable alive than dead in Tommy’s eyes. Emily, sensing a vague amount of her owner’s uneasiness, dropped the lifeless arm down on the bed, and stroked his chin with her now free-hand. “It’s okay Tommy, I won’t be going anywhere.” She gave a soft (and still reddish) smile, and held the arm next to her crotch again, ready for the event. She nodded to Tommy again, and he gave a sigh of anxiety as they both injected their needles.

Tommy’s needle went into the side of Emily’s pelvis, who stuck her needle into the detached limb. Tommy quickly set his bottle down at the foot of the bedpost, and Emily gave her bottle to him to be placed in the exact same spot. Tommy’s free hand reached over and held onto Emily’s, and they both waited for the drugs to take affect, which was a total waiting time of ten seconds.

Emily began to sweat, and started to breathe in soft, short huffs. She stroked her lover’s hand, and a soft, low moan echoed out of her throat. Her knees shifted a bit, and each shift made her moans increase in quantity. Tommy rubbed his dick fiercely as he watched this, watched as this slender, dark-eyed girl appeared to become more and more aroused with every slightest movement of her being. Her neat and smooth black hair barely shifted as her head moved up and down with the rhythmic dance of her fingers gliding along the hands of her owner. Tommy, as he placed his thumb at the tip of his rod and rotated it, tried to comprehend what kind of influence she was under. This, however, was cut short as her moans suddenly turned into screams of pleasure, and Tommy looked down and saw why.

It was strange to comprehend, but the arm, the arm that belongs to a dismembered and inanimate piece of sub-synthetic meat, was alive. Well, it was hard to say it was alive, but it would suit better to say that it was moving around and about upon the bed. Its’ wrist rotated however it could, and its’ girlish fingers were rubbing fiercely at Emily’s pussy, thus explaining her increased exclamations of pleasure. It was weird to Tommy, seeing this completely detached limb, which still looked the same as the day it was removed from its’ owner, rub and play around with the lips of his lover’s now sweat-covered frame.

For a solid minute the stroking, rubbing and screaming went on, until Emily decided that her body could take no more, and plopped onto her back in a sweaty and still-aroused heap. Through heavy breathing, she uttered, “I….I can’t take….take it anymore ….. Go …..go on without me.” As juices began to drizzle out of her cunt, thus completing her journey of arousal, she stared at the ceiling and spent a good while cooling and calming down. Tommy, who had not yet achieved such a thing, reached over to the still-moving arm, and began to have it finish his cock off.

At first, it had no idea what it was rubbing against, but after the fingers fiddled with the seemingly familiar stick of flesh, the arm (being held by Tommy now) grabbed onto the rod and started to stroke swiftly. As the hand moved quicker, Tommy could vaguely recall that this was the same hand that he had perform this handjob before, just as it was cut off from Amy’s whore-ish body. He felt something shift inside him, and as he looked down to face his cock, and watched as it finally sputter a steady stream of white fluid. It went all under the bed, against the wooden bed frame, and covered the still-stroking hand.

Tommy, now satisfied with accomplishing his goal, took the sticky arm, and had the hand graze upon his face. As the fingers suddenly touched his cheek, they stopped their stroking of thin air, and proceeded to gently touch along his face. As Tommy felt a moment of relaxation, a moment of brought back memories that were returned by a soft, gentle hand, it suddenly began to twitch. Tommy pulled the hand away, and watched as the fingers, wrist and entire limb twitched erratically before finally becoming still, and never moving again.

He dropped the lifeless thing down onto the floor, and with tiny droplets of cum still dripping out, lay back on the bed next to Emily, whose breathing was now a lot calmer. As they both gazed upward, Tommy decided to speak first; “So, the bottle that you used, somehow temporarily reanimates a non-living, or a part, of a non-living Gal?” Emily nodded, giving an “uh huh” to go along with it. “And the drug I gave you, makes a Gal extremely horney?” Emily faced him as she answered, “Close Tommy, but it actually increases the sensitivity of a Gal’s nerve-endings in order to make them respond with even the slightest touch in a more extreme way, if they have nerve endings to begin with.” That last part caught Tommy’s full attention, and faced Emily this time to be more direct; “What do you mean, “if they have nerve endings to begin with?” “Sometimes a customer will request that a Gal doesn’t have functioning nerve endings so they won’t feel anything. Kind of like a living doll, that doesn’t respond to anything no matter what it feels.”

Tommy had no idea customers could request something like that, but there were apparently a lot of things he didn’t know about Guro-Gals, such as providing drugs that could revive a dead Gal. His worries were set aside though, as Emily got off the bed, and helped pull Tommy up on his feet as well. She looked down between her legs, her face blushing as she noticed the juices trickling down them, and blushed even more as she stared down at the white smeared cock that now shrunk from exhaustion. Emily gazed up at Tommy, and with a weak smile said, “Wanna give each other baths?”

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It was nearly 18 years ago, and unlike the still warming-up weather of now, it was blazing hot on a mid-July afternoon. The air was a seamless mix of buttered popcorn and seawater, and was populated by the voices of hundreds of people upon the boardwalk. It was at a summer carnival, and Tommy was with his parents to celebrate a business promotion his father had received. A good division of that day had been occupied by fair rides, mystery tunnels and confections, and they hadn’t even gotten to the roller coaster ride yet. It was a memorable day, but to the then seven year-old boy, one thing made it even more memorable.

He was walking along with one sticky hand holding onto his moms’ (his father was off getting them another round of corndogs), and the other holding onto whatever remained of his cotton candy. The two were just looking about in the arcade tent to see what kinds of entertainment they could enjoy, when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something odd. In the midst of a collaboration of driving, FPS and skill crane machines stood a peculiar looking thing that seemed misplaced out of the older and more advanced machines around it. It was a woman, whose was adorned in a fancy garment with her face covered in a decorative veal, and was contained in a glass box with only the upper half of her body visible. As they got closer, he could see that her hands wrapped around a glass sphere that seemed to withhold lightning inside, and that above the roofed glass case were the words, in a fancy font, “Madame Valoria: The Amazing Fortune-Teller!”.

Her mother gazed at the machine and exclaimed, “Oh, it’s one of those fortune-telling machines. I haven’t seen one of those since I was a little girl.” She looked down at her son, and with her head bent over next to the side of his asked, “Would you like to give it a go, Tommy?” Tommy, who was a little busy still staring at the thing, turned over to face his mother with a bright smile, and gave a quick nod. His mother gently picked him up, and held him close to the thing as he reached into his left pocket, grabbed his last quarter, and put it in the coin slot.

The woman inside suddenly began to move, and as her head turned from side to side, she spoke in a soft accented and pre-recorded voice; “Ah, another dear soul wishes to hear their fortune told by the great Madame Valoria. Now, place both palms onto the imprints below, and see what shall be foreseen.” He looked down at the front of the box, and noticed two metallic handprints there, and turned to face his mother on what to do with the cotton candy he was still holding. His mother told him it would be fine if he dropped it, as long as he threw it away afterwards. Almost immediately, he let go of the cotton, and placed his sticky little hands against the much larger chrome imprints.

The woman inside began rubbing her hands against the crystal ball, but Tommy was not paying attention to her hands and instead focusing on her face. She looked beautiful, with long and curly brown hair with purple streaks coming out of the decorated headband she wore. Her eyes were a glassy green, and stood out against the soft, pale face that refused to move even as she spoke again; “My job is done, the fortune now told. Now gaze upon the card my love, to see what the future, shall behold.” As a card stuck out from a slot below, the woman never moved again.

His mom placed him down on his feet again, and he reached over to grab the card and see what the Madame had foretold, but he had a bit of difficulty reading it. “Of all the statues you shall collect, many of which you will break, only one you will not harm, for you see its’ worth as unique and loving.” His mother looked down to read it as well, but looked just as, if not more confused on what the heck it meant. Regardless, Tommy was happy, and begged his mom for another coin, when Tommy awoke from the memory in his bed.

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He looked across to the table to see in the midst of the dark, the blue digital timing of “3:15 AM”. He looked down in front of him to see that, lying against his chest, Emily was asleep with his arm wrapped around her. As he scanned over the body of his little lover, Tommy could recall what took place a couple of hours prior. After he and Emily had “experimented” with the drugs, they both washed (and played with) each other, and got dressed for bed. He remembered how he himself dressed her nude, petite figure with only a thin, black pair of panties (probably Amy’s’) and her original yellow tank-top, and how she dressed him in return by (as slowly as possible) sliding on his only pair of dark plaid boxers. They then cuddled under the blanket and talked a little while before they both fell fast asleep.

As he listened to the soft breathing of the girl beside him, Tommy couldn’t help but continue thinking about that childhood memory of his. That was nearly 18 years ago, and it was an experience that helped shape who he was today, regardless of that being a good thing or not. As he kept dragging himself to this event, he remembered a bit of what Emily told him, about how some customers could make specific details about their girls. Tommy thought on this, and as he thought a little more a plan began to take form inside his head, and he knew that it must begin now.

Being careful not to awaken Emily, he pulled himself away from her and sat up on the left-hand side of his bed. He stood there, only in his plaid boxers, and thought up on what to do next. Before he left the room, he looked down at the girl that was still asleep upon his bed, and looked down at the little rear that was hardly protected by the thin black panties; Yep, definitely Amy’s. He thought of her for a moment and wondered, “Of all the statues I’ve collected, are you the one I seek?” He set that question for another time, and walked out of his room and to his garage with the intentions of work.

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As a small pot of water boiled upon the stove, Emily stood on the tips of her toes in a vain attempt to reach for the sugar at the top shelf of the kitchen cupboard. A bit disappointed in herself, she walked away, only to come back with one of the dining room chairs. She could definitely reach the sugar now, and decided to bring the whole jar down with her for later use. As she got down from the chair, she remembered the pot of water, and put the jar of sugar on the counter with such haste that a small amount spilled onto the kitchen floor.

She quickly grabbed a mitten and moved the pot to an inactive heater, and then noticed the spilled mess. She sighed, and for a very odd reason, spoke her dismay with volume; “Shoot! I spilled the sugar! Guess I’ll have to bend over and clean it up!” She waited for a response, but to her disappointment, she got none. She wet a paper towel, and bent over to scrape up the sweetened granules. If someone was standing right behind her, they would have had the pleasure of seeing Emily’s ass, now covered by a pair of briefs with the panties still on underneath, sticking high in the air. If they were looking even lower, they would have noticed a glimpse of the small brownish bra that covered Emily’s near non-existent breasts underneath her hanging yellow tank-top.

But it saddened Emily as she stood back up and tossed the used cloth into the trash bin, for Tommy had not responded to her reply. In fact, Tommy has been working on something in that garage for nearly three days now, and he rarely ever came out for anything else, he hardly even talked to Emily. As Emily poured the warm water into a small mug, already occupied by a green-tea teabag, she kept thinking to herself on why Tommy had been so busy lately, and what he was busy on to begin with. She dipped a small spoon into the jar of sugar, sprinkled a small amount into her now brewing mug, and walked over to the dining room table, which housed two other guests.

As Emily pulled up a seat from the square table, she stared across straight into the lifeless eyes of her twin sister, Jessica. She was propped up on the chair across her still-living twin, her face still showing the stunned look she had on the day of her demise at Tommy’s hands. She was decently clothed in the same getup she had originally, and she looked the same as she had been alive, besides the bruise marks on her neck. Her arms hung limply at her sides, and her fresh appearance made her look more paralyzed than alive, in which she was not.

Emily removed the teabag and began stirring whatever sugar granules remained, all the while looking at her left to face the decapitated but “living” head of Amy. Amy’s head was set upright on the table, and was looking about with its’ pale eyes as if to find something of interest. Her lips moved continuously as if trying to speak, but due to no longer being attached to a body, not a single sound came out. It looked over to Emily, who blushed a bit as the cute thing gave her a weak smile, and began looking downward and licking its’ lips as if waiting to taste something. Emily realized it wanted the teabag, and promptly stuffed the thing into Amy’s mouth, which happily began sucking on the green-herb sack.

Emily sighed; she would have revived her sister to play around with as well, but when she looked into the box where the drugs were, she noticed that all of the blue-bottles were taken, minus the one she and Tommy had used three days ago. As a result, she only had enough of the drug to revive Amy, or to be specific, Amy’s head. As she took a sip of her tea, which still tasted bitter despite the added sugar, Emily watched as the head sucked happily on the teabag, all the while asking herself why Tommy would be using all of those bottles in his project. As the happy little head faced forward and continued to suck, it suddenly began to slow its pace, until finally it stopped moving all together and was back to being a lifeless piece of flesh.

Emily set her mug down, and picked up the head (still holding the teabag in its mouth), and pulled the wet sack out. She placed it on the table, and looked into the empty eyes of Tommy’s first Gal, until she looked down at the open mouth, and gave it a quick kiss. She stuck her tongue inside the soulless thing, and admired the taste of green-tea, questioning whether the taste came from Amy’s mouth or her own. She pulled away from the head, and as she pushed the tongue back in said, “Alright, time to take you back down where the rest of you is.”

She walked out of the dining room, made her way to the open basement door, and walked down the steps to return the head. When she reached the bottom, she gazed over at her mini-room, which she hadn’t been into for nearly a week thanks to Tommy’s company in his room. She walked over to where the rest of Amy was, and before placing it down in front of Amy’s pussy, she faced the head towards herself again for a quick saying; “I don’t know what Tommy’s working on, but I hope he finishes soon, for both our sakes.” As she made her way towards the steps, the doorbell rung above, into which Tommy yelled, “I”LL GET IT!”