A New Doll. Part 1 by Adhi Parts 2+ By 0dd0nez

Back to Being Riley

The first few months were a whirlwind. The investigation, the transition to adulthood. Figuring out what the hell happens next.

First off, they escaped. God only knows where. My mother and sister never returned home and have never been seen in the country. Forensic accounting told investigators that Mother had quite the cache squirreled away. Much of it apparently coming from videos made of my degrading existence. Many of my punishments over the years were purchased by perverts online. And every changing or desperate attempt to orgasm was sold on the dark web.
The sales sites may be down, but the Internet is forever, and my face and horrible experience made me their escape and life of luxury somewhere without extradition possible.
But there was a silver lining. The house had been bought outright and Mother's domestic accounts were seized. As I'd mentioned before, we were quite well off. Thus now, I was quite well off too. Better yet, I got to live across the street from the only person I ever loved, who ever loved me. It's a big part of why I'm not a total recluse.
But first things first. My body is ruined, I'll never be taller, never have a deeper voice, never not be incontinent. Never get any stronger, and definitely never get my manhood back. I was able to start pooping in the toilet at least. I can't control myself back there, but with an inflatable plug, I get to decide when I go at least. This was also how I found a way to finally cum again. They had asked if I'd wanted an orchiectomy. But I decided not to ... Yet...
A few months after getting home, Sarah and I talked about it and she mentioned that sometimes guys can get off just from their prostate. A few hours and a bottle of wine later (yes, I'm old enough to buy and have my ID. I just order it delivered and think I probably drink a bit too much, but can you blame me?) She took me to the shower and I had the single best experience of my life. She let me explore her body, no force, no laughter. Just a beautiful, patient girl letting me experience her as well as my limited body would allow. It was incredible, at first it felt like she was letting me do this out of pity, but my tongue got her into actually enjoying it. Finally, after she was sated and my useless little clit was getting me nowhere. Sarah gently bent me over onto all fours, then slid 2 of her fingers inside my ass. She found something sensitive back there and I gently moaned, she started pushing in and out against it and my groin tingled, then it happened. I actually orgasmed. For the first time in years I felt the release I never thought I would feel again. My joyous laughter turned into tears and I turned around and hugged Sarah. She picked me up with ease and held me in her arms, kissing my neck as I wept into her shoulder.

"I love you Riley, I really do. I don't know exactly what that means for the future. But I really do." She said.

I had never been happier.

So the past year has been bliss for me. She's brought me out of my shell. We're not openly in a relationship, but she makes me happy and I adore her. She's a nurturing person and I guess I'm the ultimate project. Take a shattered person and let them become human again. I told her from the start that she doesn't have to be with me, or take care of me. But she brushes this off, usually with a kiss. She's even introduced me to some of her friends. I can buy booze in spite of looking 5, so sometimes she brings friends over to drink. But she's careful, not one of them has looked down on me. I even told my whole story to Mark and his boyfriend, I expected pity. Instead both of them told me they respected my strength. They called me a survivor, tough as nails.
This was weird coming from two guys who could have come out of a Marine recruiting handbook, but they were completely serious. Ever since, they've been good friends and have never nice looked down on me. In fact, they're kinda my bodyguards. They stand up for me whenever they think I'm being disrespected. It gave me the confidence to go out sometimes, never on my own. But as a group. We've gone out to eat, gone to movies, lots of normal stuff with people I can call friends... Even a girlfriend... Kinda.

My life is never going to be normal. But at least I get to have a life. I get to be my own person. I get to be free. I get to make love, orgasm, sleep next to a beautiful girl who loves me and enjoys having "sex" with me.

She helped me expand on that front too. Incorporating toys into our sex life. I finally got to experience "normal" sex with a strap-on. There may not be any sensation to it, but being able to thrust my hips and watch her moan in pleasure made me feel complete for a little while. I also found I enjoyed when she used it on me. My vagina is and will always be too small for anything, but after awhile, I trusted her to use a small strap-on on me, then a bigger one. Because my asshole is useless already, I learned I really enjoy something going deep inside. Since then she only uses that to get me off. I think like me, it doesn't do anything for her physically. But she likes to make me feel good. Our intimacy is all about mutually dedicating ourselves to getting the other off. But I don't think I'll ever be this comfortable with anyone else. The number of times I've ended up peeing on her right after an orgasm. But she never lets me feel embarrassed about it. She just lets out a genuine laugh and we carry on like nothing happened.

It was after about a year that I got truly scared. They never caught Catherine. I hadn't even thought of her in a long time. Until she showed up on my doorbell camera one afternoon. She came up to my mailbox, smiled directly into the camera, and left something terrifying in my mailbox. It was a manilla envelope, the first thing inside was an altered photo. It was Sarah. Her arms and legs were gone at the elbows and knees, her face was tattooed with whiskers and a pink nose. She was nude, but a black tail came off her tailbone. Not like the fetish plug with the tail. It was an actual extension on her body. Then there was a document detailing step by step how they could alter the love of my life into this... Pet. Just like they had turned me into a toy.

I was horrified. I didn't know what to do. Do I tell her? So I contact the police? Was this at my sadistic Mother's behest? Or was it all that psychopathic surgeon Catherine?

Damnit. It was over, it had been over. I was free, she was my savior. I could not, would not let her suffer on my account. The question was, how could a weak, prissy, little girl like me protect her when I couldn't protect myself as a fit young man?

It was all over... And now it wasn't. I would never be truly free as long as my tormentors were alive and free.

I would have accepted it if it was just me being threatened. But not Sarah, never Sarah.

I didn't know how. But those 3 needed to die.

The End(?)