Turn Them Back

Lois balled her hands into fists, knuckles white. The veins in her temples throbbed, and she could feel her hackles rise...but she kept it together as she turned to Blaze. The shemale coughed.

"Turn them back." The reporter told her. The command shot across the room like an arrow and Lois could see it hit home in the way her lover flinched.

"We, uh...need to rinse them out first," Angelica muttered. "Otherwise the semen will still be inside of them and they could get...well, they might not want that."

The shemale turned to a corner of the room, moving boxing to unveil a stainless steel sink and faucet. She gave the tap a turn, and water gurgled out from long disused pipes, at first a nasty rust color, but in a few moments it was running clear. Without waiting for instructions, and still not meeting Lois' eyes, Blaze grabbed the nearest of the dolls and carried her over to the sink.

The reporter watched her work. First Angelica rinsed off the outside, scrubbing away stains with her thumbs. The inflatable fucktoy's tits were a solid crust of dried jizz, the result of some bukkake party that no one had bothered to clean up. Then it was time for her mouth—the long, slender figures scooping out stubborn globs from back crevices.

The plastic anus and pussy, with their little internal reservoirs, were last. Blaze had to turn the doll onto her head, legs splayed in the air, and let the faucet fill both holes up...and then came a scrub-brush, wire with plastic bristles, to swish around inside, scraping away all the little bits and pieces. Lois watched her turn the doll over to empty her out, and then turn her back to fill her up again, going after every little bit of cum stuck in there.

When she was done, Angelica set the doll-woman aside—pussy down, so rivulets of water ran down her inflated legs and dripped onto the break room floor—and grabbed the next one. Lois stared down at the inflatable figure that the security guy had pumped his load into. A crust of dried semen covered one painted-on blue eye.

"Can they see? Can they feel?" The reporter spoke aloud, over the sound of the running water.

"Yes," Angelica answered. "But they can't hurt."

"It's still cruel." Lois looked around, saw a roll of paper towels, and began clearing some of the jizz off of the painted on features.

"Yes," her lover acknowledge. "Cruelty was the point. They rejected me."

"But this was ****! This was...sex slavery!" Lois could feel the emotion in her voice. No objective reporter here. "You literally objectified these women and then gave them to your employees to treat as fucking toys!" There was a tight pressure in her chest as Lois what she had been thinking since she had first figured out what had happened to the missing women. The only question that really mattered.

"Is this what you were going to do to me?"

Angelica's shoulders sagged. "I don't know. It's not...it's not like I didn't give them a choice."

Lois took a deep breath. "I'm listening."

"Choice is...important. I can do a lot of things without asking. I can kill. Steal. Take. Reshape. I have that power." Blaze let the water run into the rubberized Tonya Wong's well-used slot. "But when someone gives me permission...when they ask for it...when they accept it...I can do so much more. I can reach down inside and change them. If they want it, I can push them to become their greatest dream...or worst nightmares."

"We all had our good times. They came to the club for action, and I gave it to them," Angelica continued. "That's part of the reason I set this club up. I was looking for...someone to be with. At first, it was part of a scheme, but then I...got rejected. And again. And again." Gently, the shemale wadded a paper towel into the rubber anus, to scrape out a stubborn bit of yellow goo. "They didn't want me, see. Nobody wanted me. I guess I...went a little crazy."

Lois swallowed. She was leaning forward now, her own half-clean doll half-forgotten. Blaze gave the Tonya-doll one final rinse, then stuck her to dry next to the other. When the shemale brought the third doll over to the sink, she continued her story.

"So I...decided to give them a choice. What if I could give you all the cock you ever wanted? No risk of pregnancy, no disease. Just ask for it, and it's yours. I think...I think they thought I was propositioning them for a porn shoot or something. Maybe they thought I was a pimp. But you want to know the fucked up thing?" For the first time since they got into the room, Angelica turned her head to look Lois in the eyes—except the dark brown irises and black pupils were gone, leaving only pure white within. "Every single one of them said 'Yes.'"

They said nothing for a while. When Blaze was finished with the third doll, Lois carried the fourth one over to the sink, and they rinsed her out together. The jizz was fresh in this one—Lois could smell it, feel the sliminess of it between her fingers, almost taste it in the air as the water sprayed off the firm inflated flesh. Working together, they were finished in moments. Lois set the fourth doll in line with the others.

"You have to turn them back," Lois said, putting a hand on her lover's shoulder. The anger had drained out of the reporter.

Blaze looked up at Lois. "I don't want to lose you."

Lois squeezed the shemale's shoulder. "Every relationship has its rough patches. But if we are going to be a family." The reporter placed her hand on her belly. "Then you need to make this right."

"I don't know what to say to them." The shemale admitted.

"Tell them..." Lois started.