Chapter 29
Dr. Ambrose
The next few weeks fly by with ease. Knowing the freak is chained to the floor in my home office motivates me to end my shifts at the asylum early.
Some days, I even assign Oliver my patients and duties for the entire day.
I have more important matters to take care of with the freak, and I continue to trust Oliver with increasingly more tasks.
Until the Living Doll product line at The Pure Companion Company is fully released and thriving, I will need to limit my time at the asylum to focus on the production process.
The asylum and the doll company will work in tandem; the asylum will provide additional specimens.
Any patients with sexual behaviors embedded into their psyche like the freak will be especially valuable as raw materials to become our Living Dolls.
The Founder has his own resources for gathering materials, but I have no doubt he’ll enjoy the asylum’s manufacturing potential.
Oliver will also spend a portion of his time with me at The Pure Companion Company.
And once he finalizes the perfect microchip, I will have the perfect use for him.
There have been a few times where patients have caused Oliver great pain, and during those times, he showed signs of both sadism and masochism.
He will make an excellent Living Doll; I have no doubt our customers will bid highly for his ownership.
I haven’t implanted the newest chip into the freak’s brain. I will very soon, and I’m certain the Founder will be quite pleased with the results. She’s already such a submissive creature, ready to complete any of my demands with complete vigor.
But the freak will remain mine alone. Thus, once I’ve seen the transformation take effect in the freak, I will begin transforming a new final prototype. And if the Founder isn’t satisfied with the results, then I will experiment on the next specimen until we achieve perfection.
Oliver and I shake hands. He will finish the rest of his shift without me, but I will see him soon.
“Next week,” I say. “At the laboratory.”
Oliver nods. “I’m looking forward to it, Doctor.”
The drive home is excruciating; I’m so eager to return to my favorite experiment, it seems longer than usual. I drive, knowing the reward will come sooner than my overly excited nervous system realizes.
Tonight is the night.
The freak has never been my only offspring.
I have always enjoyed breeding women and seeing how each of my children have flourished and failed.
It’s been a guessing game whether they needed to be nurtured into deviance or if the depravity began at their core.
Sometimes, after they became adults, I gave a nudge here, a push there, all through proxies who acted in my will.
And other times, I gave complete distance until they reached the mature age of twenty-five, like I did with the freak.
I’m fortunate my future will continue to include breeding my own specimens; the Founder has assured me I can impregnate some of the women—the sows, if you will—at the company’s partnered human farm.
And, as I stated earlier, I also fully intend to breed particular patients at the asylum and bring them to The Pure Companion Company’s laboratory to develop.
Only a foolish man would ignore his potential resources.
Then again, I have no need to impregnate women anymore, at least not sexually.
The freak keeps me completely entertained, and I know how the dumb cunt would react if she saw me breeding another woman.
There are non-sexual fertilization methods I could use, but knowing my semen has been inserted inside of another cunt will be hard enough for the freak as it is.
And though I enjoy torturing my sweet one, I like knowing my seed is solely hers.
It’s not like her opinion matters though; soon, she won’t even have the power to whimper her complaints.
She will be nothing more than my object.