The 13th Doll

Joseph thought it was a massive scam for the school to force him to have a dorm for freshmen year. He had an entire apartment and small museum space filled with frozen women, and here he was forced to spend some time in a 12 by 19 foot room. Sure it was handy when he was tired after class, but he still would rather spend that time with his dolls. Luckily he brought a few of them with him.

Halie Bering was mindlessly giving her owner a blow job, like she did every day for the past six months. The frozen Blonde spent much of her time naked, being used for sex quite often, however today the 5’6 girl was dressed in a lacy purple two piece outfit from one of her plays. She had been posed so as to be begging, which was only evident by her arms and hands, as her owner moved her head back and forth on his erect penis.

Joseph soon pulls out of the former actress/singer and moves a couple of feet where the naked Linsey was silently waiting, with her legs raised up and spread wide, simply waiting to be played with by her owner. The frozen girl’s breast jiggled as he moved in and out, with her expression having been molded into a big smile on her face that showed off her pearly whites, completely unaware of what her body was being used for.

He is soon taken out of his stupor by some noise he hears outside into common area. Joseph then pulls out of the Linsey doll, cleans up, pulls up his pants and takes a look.

Upon exiting Joseph looks into his suite mates room, and siting on their bed talking is Morgan Strong, a girl he met recently in class ,and his latest crush.

“Hey”, the star struck boy said.

“Oh, hey”, Morgan said. “Your roommates with Hayden”.

“Yeah”

“Wow, small world. Well Bye.”

“That was embarrassing, I am an idiot”, Joseph thinks to himself. He then slinks away his room where he can’t be embarrassed, as his dolls are incapable of noticing such things. Looking around, their image reminds him of the power he has, then suddenly, everything comes to a stop.

He then exit his room and head to his suit mates room, directly to the now frozen Morgan Strong. The brunette was laying on the bed fully dressed, in the middle of conversation. A pair of black shorts on, with a grey striped shirt; on her feet were a pair of converse sneakers. Her hair was in a short bob, while her blue-Green eyes starred forward, a goofy smile plastered on her face. His Shiite mates where nowhere to be seen.

So as to get it done and over with, Joseph places his thumb between her staring eyes, and soon the eighteen year old was no longer Morgan Strong the upcoming feminist filmmaker, but was now Morgan Strong the love doll without a single care in the world except to please her owner. He quickly picked up her body up and carries her over his shoulder to his room, where he can take a closer look at her, quickly grabbing her purse at the same time.