Episode 3: Valoria-Part 2

As Emily closed the basement door behind her, Tommy passed by and was making his way towards the front door. Emily could see from the look on his face and the pace of his feet that whoever was at the door now, was critical to his little pet-project. Emily’s’ curiosity crept in as she asked, “What’s at the door?” Tommy looked at her with a face that she had longed to see of him in these past three days, a face of excitement, as he said, “Why don’t you ask her yourself .” He reached over to the knob, turned it, and pulled the door open to reveal his new Guro-Gal: Valoria.

Emily stood right next to Tommy, and looked with a sense of awe and disbelief as the beautiful woman, not girl, stepped into the house to face her new owner. She was elegant, slender, and was definitely the same height as Tommy. She wore a golden headband, with long and curly brown hair with purple streaks spilling out and dancing upon her bare shoulders. She actually, surprisingly to Emily, had C-grade breasts, that were mostly concealed by a golden-textured bra strap. She wore no panties, but a cloth that wrapped around her hips and flowed along her long and feminine legs all the way to her feet. She wore a decorative bracelet on her right wrist, and had a few small rings on her left hand.

As Tommy closed the door, the woman (who looked about 21 in age) gave a small bow and spoke in a soft, but fake accented voice, “Hello, Thomas. I am Madame Valoria, your custom exotic for the evening. And this must be one of the girls you had on your bonus package.” She bent down to get a look at Emily, and Emily was even more surprised when she realized just how beautiful Valoria’s face was. Her eyes were a bright pink, and stood out against the long and makeup-less face that shared the same tanned skintone as the rest of her body. Emily was so fixated at Valoria’s eyes, that at first she didn’t notice that her mouth moved: “What’s your name, young one?” Emily blushed as she answered the woman’s question, “E…Emily.” The woman, whose face stood inches from her own, reached a hand over to her face and began softly caressing it. “Emily, that’s a beautiful name, for a very, beautiful little toy.”

Tommy ceased the intimate tension of the moment to an abrupt close by speaking to the two girls, “Alright, you two. We can play around with each other later, but for now, we’ve got work to do.” Valoria was the first to respond by standing upright and nodding her head down in reply, Emily on the other hand, was still a little stunned from the moment that took place seconds ago. When she came back to her senses, a massive stream of her questions finally leapt from her mind and out of her mouth, “Tommy, I know you’ve been working hard on something for the past few days now, but how does this new-gal fit into all of it?”

Tommy paused for a moment, and then gave Emily an odd course of direction, “Emily, grab her butt.” Emily blushed as she expressed her confusion, but Tommy simply reassured her to grab Valoria’s butt. Emily was nervous, and stared at the tall beauty that stood before them for an opinion, who simply gave a soft smile at the young girl. Emily moved behind, and as she pushed aside the cloth to see both the barcode tattoo and the slim rear, quickly reached over and grabbed it tightly. She waited for a moan or reaction of some sort to come out of the woman, but she didn’t make a single sound, or even the slightest movement of reaction. She grabbed harder, and moved around the tan-toned ass, but no reaction came out of her.

At first confused, Emily then realized what was going on and gave Tommy a quizzing look, “You had her ordered with no nerve ending, did you?” Tommy nodded with a grin on his face and said, “It’s a key part of the project I’ve been working on, and if everything goes right today, you can play around with “that” and anything below it as much as you want!” Emily was now even more confused than before, but dropped it for now as the trio made their way to the living room, ready to do whatever it was they were going to do.

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When they all entered the living room, Emily was the only one of the lot to give a single reaction, “Tommy, why’s everything been moved around?” Indeed, nearly everything in the room was moved around to make a large, spatial area in the center, with a two-sided cloth (the top sheet, the bottom plastic) covering the floor. As Emily looked about at the whole setup and noticed an odd-looking belt on the couch, Tommy abruptly and without warning, pulled his pants down, and off. Emily, her face a sudden red, said, “And what are you doing?” As Tommy kicked off his pants onto the floor, he gave her a wide smile and said, “I’m stripping down! And seeing as how messy things are gonna get, I’d suggest the two of you strip down as well!” Emily had given up on all the “wondering” by now, and was about to pull off her tank top when a group of soothing and mid-nailed fingers rested on her shoulders. “No need my child, I’ll take care of that, and in return you can do me, okay?”

Emily turned to face the calm and elegant voice of Valoria, and nodded as the woman began pulling off her flimsy, yellow top. The girl felt warm as she looked away from the beautiful, gypsy face and faced downward on her small, brown bra, whose size only seemed to shout how meaningless it was to begin with. Valoria still gave her calmly-toned smile as her hands unhooked the bra and let it slide to their feet, exposing the barely existent breasts of what she considered, a “cute, little doll”. Emily blushed as she now saw her nipples exposed for all (namely the preoccupied Tommy) to see, but gave a small yelp as Valoria pinched the side of her briefs and slid them to her ankles. Valoria gave a slight “Ooh” as she looked at the now revealed black panties, recalling them humorously as Emily’s “double protection”. To ease Emily anymore embarrassment, she left those alone and put her lips to the girls’ ear and whispered; “I’ve done my part, now you may do yours.”

Emily turned to face the woman, who was without a doubt much taller than her, and decided to start with the bottom first, before working to the top. She walked right behind her, and began untying the thin, silvery string holding it on, and pulled the cloth and all down to her ankles. Emily looked with astonishment at what she gazed upon before her; the pink lips looked amazingly soft and lubricated, and seemed much larger than the tiny thing she had between her own legs. Her butt was small, but fit her frame pretty well for a dancer. Looking down to see that her cunt was now exposed, she covered it up again by bending down to sit on her legs, knowing that it would be easier for Emily to remove her top. Like she did before, Emily began untying the back of Valorias’ decorative bikini top, until finally the toned, 34 C-sized melons were now open for all eyes (namely Tommy and Emily) to gaze upon. Valoria turned to face her undresser with keen pink eyes, and silently thanked the little helper for her work with a simple smile.

“Now if you ladies are done undressing each other, it’s time we get down to business.” Both Emily and Valoria turned to face their master’s voice, one giving the look of one welcoming a sight much missed in nearly three days, the other a newcomer, giving a look of solemn surprise at the glory she now stared upon. Tommy was fully nude, with his chest and body well-built for one such his age and sharing his similar lifestyle. His cock hung at the ready, and was thickening as its’ owner thought more and more upon the events that were to take hold.

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As Tommy took all the clothes they had and plopped them onto a pile behind the couch, he picked up the strange-looking belt Emily saw earlier. Emily wondered, was this what he had been working on this whole time, a belt? Tommy, belt in hand, walked to the center of the room, and lay on the floor with is arms propping him up. “Valoria, come over here and sit up on my cock, and Emily, will you sit behind her?” Both girls got up immediately, and Valoria, with a questioning but still calmed expression moved her hips right on top of Tommy’s cock, and slowly let his shaft enter her womanhood. Emily sat behind Valoria, and watched as her owner gave slight huffs of breath as the woman in front of her never reacted at all.

When his pelvis finally made contact with his new dolls’, with her legs resting at the side of his, he took the belt around her waist and adjusted it while giving Emily another command; “Emily, grab onto Valoria’s chest, and hold on tight.” If Emily’s face hadn’t been red enough already, it practically turned into full crimson as she heard that order; regardless of how she felt though, she obliged to Tommy’s command and hooked her arms under Valorias’ and took hold of her soft and tender breasts. As Tommy finished adjusting the belt, which now divided her by an inch above the belly button, he turned a small knob which began to turn like an egg-timer.

“Now Valoria, thrust in and out of me, and Emily, keep holding on.” Emily’s grip tightened, and she motioned herself along with Valoria’s motions as her hips moved up and down along Tommy’s dick. Tommy, with his arms propping his chest up, watched and breathed heavily as the desert beauty slid in and out of his shaft, and waited anxiously for the timer to run out. Emily noticed it too; she began to hear the soft ticking of the egg-timer on the belt, and before she could merely begin to ask, the ticking stopped, and a small WHIIISSHH was heard. No one but Tommy realized what had happened at first, but as small droplets of blood began drizzling out from under the belt, the answer was now pretty clear; Valoria was now cut in half.

The expression Valoria made when she realized that her lower-half was no longer apart of her was at first confused, but when she finally understood what had happened her face returned to the relaxed and calmed look from before. Emily, who was a bit stunned from what just happened, suddenly fell backwards onto her butt, taking Valoria’s top-half with her and sending a spray of blood onto the trio. Emily was at first surprised as to still be holding the still-living half of what was a whole woman not moments ago, but soon her attention was diverted a few feet away to the lower-half, which was still kicking and fucking Tommy with quite the speed.

Tommy began to moan as the pelvis continued to thrust on and off of his dick, only it was a lot faster now that it was no longer held down by the weight of it’s former top-half. The legs tightened, and began to wrap around Tommy’s own as much as they could in their completely erratic movements. Blood continued to squirt out of both halves, but the quantity was now decreasing to a few drops a second. As the hips continued the command aimlessly, both Emily and the still living upper-half were watching the show.

Emily was intrigued, she didn’t know that “Nerve-less” Gals could last so long with this degree of damage to them. Her thoughts on the whole scenario were soon cut short as the weakening half turned to face her holder and asked, “Does….does this bring….bring interest to you…..my li….little doll?” Emily, now completely ignoring Tommy and the lower-half, stared into the face of that beautiful woman she mostly held, and for a moment wished she looked just like her. She saw that a few strands of brown, with purple in the middle, were blocking one side of that calm face, and parted it aside to admire the pink eyes, long face and soft skin. “I’m sorry, but I’m not the doll here.” Emily closed her eyes, and pushed her lips against those of a woman who was slowly dying, both wrapping their tongues around the other.

As the hips began to decline in speed, Tommy felt a sensation below, and knew that he could cum at any moment. The legs tightened and twitched, and the hips moved up and down, up….and down, up……and down, up………..and down. Finally, as the hip moved up for one last time, a stream of white fluid ejected out of the top and squirted out of the pussy, and them the hips slowly slid down Tommy’s shaft, never to go up again. The legs loosened their grip, and the feet twitched, until all motion was completely ceased. Tommy stood up, with the hips sliding off his cock and onto his legs, and watched as Valoria shared her final affectionate kiss with Emily.

Emily felt the tongue inside cease movement, and she pulled away to look into the dim eyes of Madame Valoria. She stared into the smiling and calm face of that desert goddess, and as she laid the lifeless half onto the floor beside her, a small tear escaped her eye and ran down her cheek. Tommy was a little stunned at seeing her so sad, and reached a hand over to stroke the tear away; “I’m sorry, Emily. I didn’t mean to push you away all of these days, but after tonight, I’ll finally be finished with this business. Then, I can spend the rest of this week, and next week with you, okay?” Emily looked at him, and simply answered by giving him a good smile. “Thanks Emily. Don’t worry about in here; I’ll clean it all up. Now as for you, I think you should wash yourself up and get something to eat, I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”

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Emily gloomily looked at the kitchen clock, and saw that it was now 7:37 PM; nearly three hours since Tommy had Valoria snuffed and left to work on whatever, carrying the upper-half with him. Since then, Emily had cleaned up the living room (the double-sided sheet helped a lot on that part), and had the lower-half of Valoria and herself get all washed and dry. She shifted in her seat and reached down to feel her girlhood past the briefs and panties as she remembered lathering her hands in soap and stroking down those long and tender legs, starting from the thighs and feeling her way down to the digits on her feet. She felt herself harder and started to moan softly as she recalled even further of rubbing and digging her soapy fingers into the well-worked cunt in order to remove any blood, or of Tommy’s leftover seed.

Emily immediately stopped pleasuring herself as questions of Tommy and his project returned to her mind. Why did Tommy snuff Valoria for his work, and why in the specific fashion that he chose? She pondered on this as she drank the last gulps of her green tea, icy-cold by now, while sitting at the dining room table. She stared across at the cold and lifeless eyes of her twin, who had not moved a bit since Emily sat her down hours beforehand. Emily stroked her hair and sat her mug down, deciding that she was tired of asking questions and not doing anything to get them answered. “I’m going to figure out what Tommy’s working on right now, sis. But first thing’s first, I’m going to take you back downstairs.

Emily got out of her chair and walked over to her sister, working her arms under the armpits in order to carry her sister around; partially carried anyway. As Emily walked backwards with her twin in her arms, Jessica’s feet dragged along the floor and bumped into whatever objects were in the way. When Emily got to the basement door, she laid Jessica down, opened the door, and flipped on the light. Emily adjusted herself on the steps, and grabbing her sister by the feet, gently dragged her down the stairs.

Emily continued to drag her by the feet as they made it to the bottom, dragging her body over to where Amy’s corpse (with the smiling head still lying against her own cunt), and now Valoria’s pelvis and legs. Emily propped her twin up next to the lower torso, and in a sense of amusement, took Jessica’s right hand and shoved it up Valoria’s womanly pussy. As she looked at the peculiar scene for a moment, she voiced out her own thoughts; “Now, while the rest of you enjoy yourselves, I’m going to get to the bottom of what Tommy’s been doing for the past few days.” As Emily made her way to the steps, Tommy called out, “EMILY, I’M ALL DONE! COME INTO THE GARAGE AND SEE WHAT I’VE MADE!”

Emily was at first stunned, but the instant she realized she could now get her questions solved, she bounded up the stairs and quickly made her way to the garage. As she ran down the hallway, she saw that Tommy stood in front of the garage doorway, and immediately slowed down to a paced walk. Tommy, who was in his clothes prior to Valoria’s demise, looked at her with not the energetic grin he displayed earlier, but with a soft smile that showed signs of exhaustion. “Okay Emily, are you ready to see what I’ve been working on for the past few days?” Emily, who now felt a sense of tension as to what this little project would be, gave a small nod. Tommy gently took her hand, and they both went into the garage.

A lot of stuff had been moved around and piled, with a vast range of tools setup on the workbench by the wall. Emily looked about the room, and as soon as she turned to her left, saw a strange and intriguing sight. It was Madame Valoria, well her upper-half anyways, propped up on a strange looking box. The box was wooden in texture, but had a switch embedded on the front of it; also, it made Valoria nearly a foot smaller than Emily. Emily could see that the woman was wearing her signature bra and headband, and her arms were folded as she faced the floor. As Emily got closer, she now saw that Valoria was smiling with her long and beautiful face, but her pink-pupiled eyes shared the same glassy quality that had been seen before.

“Tommy, what is this supposed to be?” Tommy continued the smile from earlier as he pointed to the switch on the box, seeming to beckon her to flip the switch. Emily walked over to the odd contraption, and bent down to pull the switch. But as she did so, however, she gave a slight yelp as Tommy got behind her and gently grabbed her butt. As she got up and looked back at Tommy, she gave a smile of her own as he had done what she had wished he’d do for nearly three days now. Her thoughts were soon interrupted as a pair of slender hands gently turned her head around to face the now living Madame Valoria, who was happy to give the surprised Gal a surprise kiss.

Emily’s eyes lightened up as the tongue of a woman she thought was dead hours ago now explored the familiar territory of her own mouth. After a few seconds of soft, oral embrace, Emily pulled away from the now-animate thing to face Tommy with just one last question, “How is she doing this?” Surprisingly it was not Tommy who answered, but Valoria herself, “My dear doll, why don’t you look behind me and see for yourself.” Emily walked behind the box upon which Valoria “stood” on, and was bewildered by all the fancy machinery her eyes lay upon.

A network of tubes and wires were connected to Valoria’s stump, and a lot of them flowed about all over the insides of the hollow box. Strands of wires were plugged under where the switch would be, and those trailed down to a group of small and all too familiar bottles. Tubes were shoved into each little bottle, and those snaked along a pair of pumps until they led all the way up into Valoria herself. Surely, the pieces began to fit together inside Emily’s head; the switch controlled the pumps, which controlled the flow of the blue bottles, and the drug would then be circulated back to the bottles to be flowed in again, keeping Valoria alive as long as the switch was set to “ON”.

As she paced over next to Tommy in front of what she assumed his “new toy”, she asked him on what gave him the idea in the first place. As he reached a hand over to grope one of Valoria’s covered breasts, who quietly giggled as she felt nothing, he said, “When I was a kid, my parents took me to a fair, that’s when I saw this fortune-telling machine. The night we tried out those drugs for the first time, I remembered it. This, isn’t an exact replica of that, but its close enough.” Absorbing it for a moment, Emily replied, “You’ve never mentioned your parents before.” Tommy let go of the gypsy’s breast, and as he flipped the switch to OFF and watched the smiling woman droop her head down to resume its lifeless state, he quietly spoke; “My parents died in a car-crash the day I graduated high school. I was old enough to live on my own, but my uncle occasionally visited to help me through the tough times. Now, I usually don’t think much on it.”

Emily paused for a moment in thought; although she never had parents, she could almost understand the pain Tommy was feeling. “I’m….I’m sorry, Tommy. I didn’t realize what this meant for you, after all those days of thinking of myself. I….I feel kind of selfish and I….” Before she could finish, Tommy reached under her tank top, and she moaned as he gently rotated her small nipples. Funny, even though she remembered to put on the panties, briefs, and yellow tank top, she completely forgot about the bra. As her soft moans continued, Tommy whispered in her ear, “Well, I’m sorry I’ve been neglecting you for all these days. Now that I’m done working, I can spend more time with you, doing whatever pleases the both of us.”

Tommy let go of her and pulled out of her shirt, and rotated her around to face him. As she wrapped her arms around his neck for support, she gave him a look as if to question, “Can we do it here?” Tommy nodded, and she immediately pulled herself in for a kiss. As their lips met, and as their tongues coiled and danced about in each others mouths, Tommy looked behind her to face the inanimate fortune-teller he had built. As the two lovers gently kneeled to the floor, and before Tommy reached down to pull the lower wear off of his partner to ravage her in a motion of pleasure, he spoke to her, “Of all the statues I shall collect, many of which I will break, only one I will not harm, for I see its worth as unique and loving."