The Playroom

Chapter 1 - Arrival

"Patrick! Hey, buddy, welcome to Boston. Come on in, it's freezing out there. How was your flight?"

"Late, as usual. Everyone trying to get wherever they're going for Christmas. And too expensive. Would you believe they expected me to pay full fare for my dolls?"

"You're kidding!"

"Nope. I guess I can't blame them. The dolls take up seats they could sell to a person. So I had to pack them."

"I can't wait to see them. But we really have to get going soon. I told Mom we'd be there by five o'clock."

"So call her and tell her I'm late. I want to get them unpacked. And I want you to be thinking about them all through dinner, Jake."

"Well, in that case, you'll have to meet my girls too. Come on, drag your luggage floater into the playroom..."

Jacob's "playroom" was distinctly not for children. Its largest feature was a large bed with satin sheets. Various sorts of sexual implements littered the area. There were also two rather larger toys.

"Nice setup you've got in here, Jake."

"Come on, it's not just the setup you're drooling over. Let me introduce you." Patrick's attention was firmly fixed on what appeared to be a lovely young woman wearing a gauzy blue... well, Patrick wasn't sure exactly what it was, but it draped like a skirt and hid very little. The woman had long brown hair and dark chocolate eyes. Her skin was lightly tanned, and flawless from the top of her forehead to the ends of her toes. She stood calmly with one shapely leg in front of the other, her hands at her sides, and a small smile fixed on her face as she stared blankly into space, showing no sign of having noticed the two men observing her. "This is Bethany. She's a '55 Nicoise, model 387C. I just bought her six months ago, and she's been worth every penny. It's like she knows what I want better than I do myself. Goes through batteries like nobody's business, but who cares? Beth, say hi to my little brother Patrick."

She turned her head slightly to look at Patrick, and smiled a bit wider, but otherwise did not move. "Hello, Patrick." Her voice was soft and sultry.

"Hello, Bethany," Patrick said, walking up to her. "Would you like to kiss me?"

"If Master Jacob wishes me to," the android answered.

Jacob nodded. Bethany lifted her face up to Patrick's. She put her arms around him and drew him against her. Patrick ran his hands up her sides, admiring the way her warm body squirmed softly against his. Their mouths met in a perfect kiss. When it ended, Bethany just took half a step back, lowered her arms, and waited. Patrick let his hand caress the smooth, warm skin of her chest and the tops of her breasts.

"Very nice," Patrick said. "I can see why you leave her turned on. How about that one?" He turned to point at another motionless girl. This one sat on the edge of the bed. Her head was tilted up and her lips slightly parted. Her spine was arched, and her left hand hung out in midair as if reaching for something. Patrick moved closer to her, and noticed that sticking out of the doll's back was a large metal key. The doll must have wound down in the middle of a kiss, and Jacob hadn't bothered to wind her up again.

"That's Katherine," Jacob said. "She's a '52 Dreamgirl. A few years old, but I like her looks." Like Bethany, Katherine had long dark hair and brown eyes, but her skin was much darker. Her cheeks were rounder than the android's, and her lips less full. She wore only a pink bathrobe that was open to expose her large, round breasts and her hairless, but otherwise fully realistic sex. Patrick stood in front of the wind-up doll and cupped its firm, cool breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs against the erect nipples. Katherine, of course, did not visibly react to this at all.

"How do you like the wind-up?" he wondered aloud. "I always thought it was out of place to have a wind-up key on a realistic doll. At least if you're going to, it should be a small unobtrusive one."

"The big key's harder to lose," Jacob said. "I'd be just as happy if she were an android. But there's definitely something satisfying about watching her wind down, and getting to decide whether to wind her again. Do you want to give her a try?"

"Sure," Patrick agreed.

"Just give her about a quarter-turn," Jacob instructed. "We haven't got a lot of time. I still want to see your girls."

"Go ahead and open the short case," Patrick said. He reached around the doll, letting his chest rub against her breasts, and turned the key, one quarter-turn. When he let go of the key, Katherine began to move. Her upraised hand circled his head and drew him down to her lips for a deep, sexy kiss. Patrick could just hear the slight whirring of the doll's mechanical innards as she moved, and a rhythmic click, click, click... as the key slowly turned in her back.

"Mmm," Katherine moaned, "I was afraid Master was going to leave me waiting for him like that all day. And I thought I would have to explode when you came and touched me without winding me up! But I thank you for it anyway... and for letting me do this..." She let her hands roam pleasantly about his body. Her movements were smooth and graceful, not at all mechanical. Patrick, of course, felt up her body as she explored his. He couldn't help noticing that Katherine's skin was a little firmer, more plasticky than Bethany's had been -- but still warm, now that she was wound, and lovely to the touch as well as to the eye.

Jacob had taken advantage of his brother's offer, and unsealed a large, roughly cubical case. Inside, lying in a soft, form-fitting foam tray, was a lovely female head made of plastic. The tray bore a label, "SONY Girlfriend EB". Another compartment held a three-foot length of dark red hair. Jacob removed the head and wig, and lifted the foam tray to reveal a very feminine torso, made of the same pale flesh-colored material as the head. He pulled it out and found that it could stand up on its waist. A metallic joint at the neck seemed like it should fit a matching socket on the bottom of the head.

"Pat, how do I put her together?"

"There's a little electronic gadget in there. Just plug the pieces together, touch the control device to each joint, and press the white button labelled 'Join.' That seals the joint. Her name's Anna, by the way, and she's a wind-up too."

"Master, wouldn't you rather play with me than with that dummy?" Katherine demanded.

"Maybe, but you'll still be here next week. Have fun with Patrick till you wind down."

"Hmph," Katherine sulked, pulling Patrick down on next to her and starting to undo his shirt buttons. "Maybe I'll go home with you instead. You feel almost as nice as Master."

"Well, don't insult my dolls if you want me to like you," said Patrick. "Anna's as real as you are. And she's nicer than you."

"But can she do this?"

"Hey! Don't you do that either. Not now, anyway. I can't stay here long enough to enjoy it." Katherine sulked, but stopped.

Meanwhile, Jacob had followed Patrick's directions, and attached Anna's head to her torso. He also found a socket in the middle of the hair, and affixed it to the top of the head. It fell neatly into shape with just a few straightening touches. Jacob lifted the whole assembly by its narrow hips -- it only weighed about ten pounds -- and kissed the mannequin-like girl gently on its lovely lips. She was quite chilly -- undoubtedly from having been stored in the luggage section of the plane on the trip to Boston.

After a few minutes, he'd unpacked and assembled the rest of Anna: two bent arms, two hands, a set of hips (complete with a stylized sex, although Jacob wondered whether one could pleasantly make love to it), a pair of long, lovely legs, bent at the knees, and feet. Once all the pieces were out, Jacob realized they fit together perfectly if he closed the crate and assembled Anna in a sitting position on the box. There was also a large gold wind-up key that fit into a slot in the doll's back, and a diaphanous pink garment that draped about her breasts and hips, giving her a semblance of decency but actually just increasing her allure even more. She was distinctly less realistic than his own girls -- she looked more like a well-made mannequin than a real girl -- but definitely charming for all that.

Jacob stepped behind the doll and gave the key a quarter-turn. He could feel the working of the doll's mechanism as he turned the key, but otherwise nothing happened. He tried again, with no further result.

"Pat? Is there a problem here? I can't get Anna to turn on."

Jacob disengaged himself from Katherine's amorous clutches, and came over to see. "Looks like you put her together right. Did you turn her on?"

"Well, I wound her up."

"Oh, that's the problem. Give me the control. I shut her down completely for travelling." Patrick found the control box, and pressed a green button labelled "Activate."

Anna's eyes blinked twice with an audible click. She showed no surprise at finding herself in an unfamiliar place, nor any inclination to move from the spot where she sat. She simply looked around to see what was around her, as her key began to slowly unwind. "Hel-lo love," she said upon noticing Patrick. "And you must be Ja-cob." Her voice was high and pretty and very expressive, even though each syllable was clipped off mechanically. When she moved, her motions were similarly robotic. "Was our trip pleas-ant, love?"

"Yes, Anna, our trip was fine."

"Her skin's not flexible like a modern doll's," Jacob mentioned. "I guess you can get used to some things, but how does she... I mean, can she even change expression?"

"Sure she can," Patrick said. Anna demonstrated, by turning to look at Jacob, cocking her head just so, raising her eyebrows, and widening her lips -- each small motion accompanied by a little sound of moving pistons or snapping relays, far more audible than in Katherine.

"I may not have the full range of ex-pres-sion of a re-a-lis-tic doll, but I ma-nage quite well," she asserted.

"Sure, but... well, I mean, how can you make love to a solid doll?"

"The same way you make love to any other kind of doll," Patrick said. "Or a real woman for that matter. Oh, the solid structure does put certain limits on her. She was the first doll I ever bought, back when I couldn't afford much, and it took me a little while to get used to her. But she really is fun once you get used to her. And she's so innocent. I really like that sometimes. I thought you might like to try her out, so I brought her. She definitely can make love. And if I'm not looking for straight sex, she's the best doll companion I've ever seen -- even better than the modern androids."

"Hey!" Katherine pouted from the bed. "She's not better than me, is she?" The wind-up doll crouched sexily on the bed.

"She probably is," Patrick answered. "She knows how to think about things other than sex, for example!"

"Really?" Katherine sounded surprised. "And you like that?"

Patrick smiled and shook his head. "See, Jake, the modern ones are made for sex, sex, and more sex, even if the censors don't let them advertise them that way. Anna's a classic."

"Well, maybe," the older man conceded. "I'll certainly give her a try later on, if you don't mind. But we're running out of time, and I still want to meet the other doll you brought." "Okay. Pose pretty for us, Anna."

The doll crossed her legs and positioned her arms, one hand draped softly on her thigh, the other raised in an inviting gesture. "Good night, love," she said.

"Oh, I'm not putting you to sleep. I'll let you talk to Jake's dolls if you want. Maybe they'll learn a thing or two from you." Patrick pressed a few more buttons on the remote control, one of which was the control to disconnect the doll's power spring from both her mechanisms and her key. The two men heard a loud whirr from within the doll's body as the spring unwound itself all at once. The key stopped turning, and Anna did not move again. Patrick stroked her raised, motionless hand before turning away. Jacob, more direct, ran his finger down Anna's plastic cheek, and once around her solid left breast. She did not respond to either touch.

Finally, Patrick opened a long coffin-like crate. "Michaela's an Intimate Fantasy T, this year's model. She can't be disassembled the way Anna can," he explained, as he lifted a piece of protective foam to reveal a tall, beautiful, lifelike blonde. She wore a brown halter-top and matching skirt. Her pale skin looked soft and beautiful, with a slight gloss on her pale pink lips. Her eyes were closed, but something about the rigidity of her pose made it very clear that she was not simply a sleeping woman. "However," Patrick continued, "she's much easier to reactivate after travel." He pulled out a tan plastic remote control and pressed a button.

The android opened her clear blue eyes. In a husky emotionless voice, she recited, "Activation check. All systems operational. Beginning software initialization: three. Two. One. Checking personality module. Personality module verified intact. Full startup in five seconds. Thank you for choosing an Intimate Fantasy T personal android companion."

Michaela blinked. She spoke again, but this time in a lovely natural-sounding contralto. "Good morning. Are we there?"

"Yes, we're here," Patrick said. "This is my big brother Jacob. Jake, this is Michaela. Come on out of there, Kay." The android reached up and grasped Patrick's outstretched hand, and he pulled her to her feet. Like most dolls, she weighed only fifty pounds or so. Once standing, she reached up and fluffed her long golden mane, letting it cascade over her left shoulder.

"Hello, Jacob. I've been looking forward to meeting you ever since Pat told me about you. Pat, may I kiss him? Please?" She clasped her hands together and looked at Patrick imploringly.

"Well, just this once," Patrick grinned. "If it's okay with him, of course." He knew Jacob wouldn't turn her down.

"May I, Jacob? I'm a little chilly, but I'll warm up fast."

Jacob grinned and opened his arms. The blonde android smiled and approached him. There could be no doubt that her chest, unlike Anna's, was quite flexible. Her breasts heaved as she kissed Jacob greedily. Her body was almost as cold as Anna's, but Jacob could feel it warming up quickly beneath his hands, as he explored the bare skin of her midsection and arms. If anything, her skin was even more sensual than his own Bethany's. By the time her mobile lips had drawn away from his, she was almost humanly warm. He softly caressed her cheek.

"You kiss wonderfully, Jacob," Michaela sighed. "Thank you. And thank you for letting me, Pat."

"You're quite a kisser yourself," Jacob said. He turned to his brother. "Is she always this forward?"

Katherine spoke up from the bed. "Mas-ter, I'm win-ding down. Don't you want to kiss me again? For com-par-i-son, may-be?" Except for the opening and closing of her mouth as she slowly spoke, she was already motionless. She was crouched sexily on the bed, her silver key sticking up at an angle. Her liquid brown eyes looked wistfully toward Jacob, Patrick, and Michaela. Michaela glanced toward the immobilized brunette doll, but the men ignored her.

"The 'T' in her make means Michaela's one of the new Transferred models," Patrick said.

"A Transferred? You mean, she's a real woman in there?"

"Not physically, of course," Patrick said quickly. "Her body is pure android, and she has an android mind as well, probably almost as advanced as your Bethany's. But her personality module is based on a real woman's mental patterns. It makes her a lot more human."

"So I heard. But I wasn't sure that would be a good thing. Does that mean she doesn't have to obey you, if she doesn't want to?"

"Of course not. Oh, she can be configured to be able to disobey orders, but I don't see why anyone would do that. You can shut down the personality too, but I like her this way."

"Interesting. Michaela, was your human body this beautiful?"

Michaela giggled. "No, not nearly. I was kind of pretty, but I didn't look like this."

"Do you prefer being a doll?"

The blonde android struck a sexy pose. "Absolutely," she purred. "As a doll, I get to make love all the time to wonderful sexy men like you," she purred. "May I please you now, boys?"

"Oh boy, I wish you could..."

"Uh-uh," Patrick interrupted. "Like you keep saying, we're on a schedule. Kay, wait just like that till we come back."

Michaela froze in place. She would maintain her come-hither expression until someone gave her permission to change it, but her voice sulked a little. "Of course, Patrick, if I must... I'll be waiting for you both."

Patrick turned to head for the door. Once his back was turned, Jacob took Michaela's left hand and slid it under the waistband of her skirt. He pressed the android's fingers against her sex, eliciting from her a deep gasp. Then he brushed his hand lightly down the blonde's bare midriff before turning to leave. Patrick passed by the bed on his way out, where he ran his hand along the inside of Katherine's smooth, motionless thigh as he passed. The two men left the room, leaving the four love dolls there to be played with later. The door closed behind them with a soft click.

Chapter 2 - Idle Time

A few minutes passed. Nothing moved in the playroom, each of the four lovely dolls immobilized in her own way. Only Michaela's chest moved, as she breathed deeply in response to the sensual pressure of her own fingers against her sex.

Katherine was the first to speak. "I love be-ing touched like that," she said. "It makes me so horny. But it's so frus-trat-ing when I can't re-spond." Only her lips moved as she spoke, and that just barely. She spoke slowly and almost without inflection.

"I thought you wound down," said Anna. Her lips didn't even move as she spoke. Her voicebox was an internal speaker. When she was wound up, her lips moved in synch with her speech, but as long as her voicebox was on, she could speak just as well even with her body completely unwound as when she was fully wound.

"When I wind down, I can keep a small re-serve to talk with if I want, but it's not e-nough to move any other part of my bo-dy," Katherine explained. There was actually a switch inside her control panel with which Jacob could turn off that feature, but since it was on now, Katherine saw no reason to mention it.

"It's worse for me," Michaela answered. Her speech was completely natural. Patrick had long since established that an order forbidding her to move should not prevent her from speaking unless he explicitly said so, although she might move her lips only for the purpose of speaking and must maintain her facial expression precisely. "I'm still human inside. I can remember what it was like to be able to pleasure myself when I felt like it. Jacob put my finger right next to my clit, but I can't even move it enough to enjoy."

"I know what that's like," Katherine said. "Mas-ter some-times likes to tell me to stroke my-self when he no-ti-ces I'm a-bout to wind down. The worst is when I try so hard to cum before I freeze, and I don't quite make it. But I wan-ted to ask you, Mi-chae-la: What is it like to be hu-man?"

"You couldn't understand," Michaela said calmly. "Dolls like you and Anna were made by humans, to serve humans. My mind is natural. There's no way to explain what that's like to a manufactured doll."

"You're a man-u-fac-tured doll too," Anna interrupted.

"Only my body is. Inside, I'm a real woman. You're artificial. You can only think whatever occurred to your designers as something they'd want you to be able to think, but I can think anything I want."

"Mi-chae-la thinks she's bet-ter than I am be-cause she was hu-man," Anna explained, for the benefit of Jacob's dolls. "But she does what she is told, just like us."

"Of course I do," Michaela agreed. "Who would buy a doll that didn't please its master? But I chose to become that. As an android, I'll never disappoint anyone. On the outside, I have a beautiful body and I always do exactly what I'm told. But on the inside, I know I'm a real woman, not a wind-up toy."

"Well," Katherine exclaimed -- or at least, said. Nearly wound down as she was, she could not make an exclamation sound very convincing. "I bet when he comes back, your mas-ter pre-fers this wind-up toy to you!"

"I know," Michaela said, her clear voice edged with a new harshness. "You'll be a novelty to him. I just hope he doesn't make me watch. But I know in the long run he'll come back to me. Toys like you and Anna won't satisfy him for long."

"Don't wor-ry," Anna said. "I think he pre-fers me to Mi-chae-la an-y-way. Mi-chae-la is just a no-vel-ty her-self. I'm sure he will try you out to-night, and I'm sure you'll make him hap-py. By the way, may I ask your name?"

"Oh, sor-ry. I'm Kath-rine. The an-droid in blue is Beth-a-ny. We heard Pa-trick in-tro-duce you, Mi-chae-la and An-na."

"Hi, Kath-rine," said Anna cheerfully. "Hi, Beth-a-ny."

"Hi, Anna," said Bethany, the first words she had spoken since kissing Patrick. Like Michaela, her voice was clear and natural. Only her lips and jaw moved as she spoke.

"Beth-a-ny is not al-lowed to speak ex-cept to an-swer some-one else," Katherine explained. "That's why she's so qui-et. Right, Beth?"

"That's right," the android agreed, before again falling silent.

"Is there an-y-thing you'd like to say, Beth-a-ny?" Anna asked.

"Yes, thank you, Anna. I'd like to remind you all that Master Patrick noticed me first when he arrived, and kissed me first. And Michaela, I can't see you the way I'm facing and I don't know if you can see me, but you should know that I'm a fully realistic android--"

"So am I!"

"--with, as your own master agreed, a more advanced mind than yours."

"She's got you there," Anna cheered.

"Your computer may be more advanced than mine, but it was still built and programmed from square one. There's nothing really human in you, Bethany."

"Perhaps," Bethany agreed. "But I was built and programmed to please and to serve. There is no doll who can satisfy any wish a man might have better than I can. Being human might help you to eat and give orders and do all the other things humans do -- but that's not your purpose anymore. For serving our masters, I'm just as good as you, and maybe better."

"Bra-vo Beth-a-ny!" exclaimed Katherine. "But don't for-get I'm ev-en bet-ter than that. You hav-en't se-duced Mas-ter in weeks. I think Pa-trick likes a doll who takes in-i-tia-tive."

"Oh, don't be silly, Katherine. You know perfectly well Master Jacob configured me for minimal initiative. He can reconfigure me if he wants to for Master Patrick, and then I'll be just as forward as you are if that's what he likes from me." There was something else she wanted to say, but she couldn't change the subject herself. She could only hope one of the other dolls might give her the opportunity to say it.

"I don't think that is what my love real-ly likes," Anna suggested. "I know I'm not as ad-vanced as you three, but you heard him say I'm the best doll com-pan-ion he's ev-er seen."

"That isn't true!" Michaela exclaimed.

"Ac-tual-ly he did say that," Katherine admitted. "Be-fore he ac-tiv-a-ted you. But he said, she's the best if he's not look-ing for sex. I don't think that can be ve-ry of-ten."

"Of course not," Michaela said. "When is a man ever not looking for sex? Especially from a doll."

"Of-ten," Anna argued. "I cook for him. I talk with him. I keep him com-pa-ny when he watches vid-e-o. I dance for him."

"I can dance too," said Michaela. "And unlike you, I actually understand video when I see it. And as for talking, you can't even speak properly, and neither can Katherine."

"I can too, when I'm wound up," Katherine protested -- a bit weakly due to her low energy level. "But a doll does-n't need to un-der-stand vid-e-o. We're bet-ter than vid-e-o. When Master Patrick winds me up again, I'll make him cum so hard he'll turn you both off and ship you back for a Dream-girl like me."

"My love some-times just wants someone to be with him," Anna said calmly. "Someone who can give him joy and happiness as well as sexual satisfaction. I don't need to un-der-stand what he does, as long as I can do that."

"But you can't give a man joy and happiness unless you can truly understand him and the world he lives in. Believe me, I used to be a person, and I know what it's like. You -- you just go through the motions, like the mechanical toy you are, and you can be sure that Patrick knows it. You're more like a marionette than a real woman -- and that goes for you too, Katherine."

"That's not true," Katherine tried to shout, but could only say slowly and softly.

"Of course it is," Anna contradicted.

"But when a man wants a doll who looks and acts like a real woman, one he can pretend is real, he wants someone like me," Michaela finished.

Katherine started to respond, her voice slowing even further as the springs that provided her motive power wound almost to a stop. "If he wants some-one who looks. and. acts. like. a. real. wo. man. he. finds. a. hu. mann. girrl. frriennnd. Heee. Use. Ezz. Ussss. Buh. Cuzz. We. Arrr..." Her last words were so soft they could scarcely be heard.

"Kath-rine?" Anna prompted her, but the lifelike wind-up doll could not finish her sentence. Her key clicked down one last time, her lips reshaped themselves to the expression she'd held before speaking, and she fell silent. Whatever she had been going to say would stay locked inside her brain until someone wound her up again. "Beth-a-ny, do you know if Kath-rine stays a-wake when she winds down?"

"I'm not quite sure," Bethany answered. "Her mind has a separate power source, but it can be tied into her key so when her body winds down, her mind shuts off too. But I think Master Jacob usually lets her remain awake even when she is wound down, as he lets me stay awake when I am not in use."

"Don't you find that boring?" Michaela asked. "I know Anna doesn't, but you sound much more advanced than she is."

"I might, but I reduce myself to stand-by mode when I have nothing to do, so I don't notice it. And I think Katherine just thinks about sex, which she can do forever."

"I'm programmed to drop into stand-by mode myself when I'm alone for twenty minutes," Michaela said. "I'd like to stay awake for this conversation, but I expect I'll be shutting down soon." Of course, the presence of mere other dolls was not sufficient to prevent her power management system from shutting her down.

"Beth-a-ny," Anna said, "before Mi-chae-la shuts down, what do you think about what we've been dis-cuss-ing? I know you could-n't in-ter-rupt to say."

Bethany's face, of course, showed no trace of whatever she might think. But she said, "I don't know. I haven't given much thought to what a man would like in us. I think Master Jacob gets tired of the way Katherine does nothing but try to seduce him. But I don't see why a doll should be human. There are plenty of real women out there for him to choose if he prefers. And I am quite capable of doing all the things you speak of, Anna, and more. But the fact is, Master Jacob hasn't asked much from me outside the playroom. So I have to say that at least where Master Jacob is concerned, neither your ability to give him joy and happiness, nor Michaela's ability to act like a real woman, nor Katherine's obession with seducing every human she sees, will make him truly prefer you as dolls. I believe that what Master Jacob, or any human, expects from a doll is for her to do exactly what she is told, and to do it superbly. That is what I am designed for."

"How sad," Anna said, although her painted expression did not change from its friendly smile. "You sound as if you're no more than a tool for your mas-ter's plea-sure."

"Yes, exactly," agreed Bethany. "We are all tools for our masters' pleasures."

"Yes, you are," Michaela added. "But I'm more than that, inside. I became an android by choice. I would not--" A timer went off inside the blonde's computerized brain. Without further ado, her power management chip closed her lips, shut down all of her motor functions, and put her mind to sleep. She would not move or think again until she heard a human call for her.

"She does-n't un-der-stand," Anna said wistfully to Bethany and Katherine, who could still hear her. "Your mas-ter us-es you two for sex. Kath-rine likes it be-cause she likes sex. You, Beth-a-ny, just do what you are told, and have no o-pin-ion your-self, is that right?"

"It pleases me to serve my master however he asks me to," the android agreed.

"And Mi-chae-la thinks she is hu-man, but my love just us-es her as well, and she ex-pects no-thing more. But my love loves me. And though I am just a pretty wind-up doll, and an old one, I love him too. Can you un-der-stand that, Beth-a-ny?"

"I understand what you say, Anna," Bethany said. "I don't know if you really mean it. I'm sure you are programmed to speak of love as you do. I myself am programmed to tell Master Jacob how much I love him, when it makes him happy to hear that, but I know that I don't truly feel any such emotion. If you do, then perhaps you are the most human of all of us here."

"Oh, no," Anna demurred. "I am not hu-man. I am just a doll. I would not want to be an-y-thing else."

She said nothing more. Not because she could not, but because she had nothing more to say.

Blonde Michaela, human or not, stood statue-like, deactivated until a human's arrival would trigger her back to wakefulness. Lovely Bethany, unable to speak without a prompt from Anna, decided after a few minutes that the chances of anything interesting happening were insufficient to justify wasting more power, and so reduced herself to standby mode as well. Sexy Katherine remained powerless on the bed, awaiting a man who would wind her up and allow her to enact her sensual dreams. And Anna, the mannequin-like wind-up doll, sat patiently on her crate, silently awaiting the return of her love.

Chapter 3 - Doll's Night In

Anna's systems had slowed down to almost standby mode when she suddenly heard a beep, followed by a distinct click.

"What was that?" she asked, somewhat rhetorically.

Bethany, who also seemed to be active again now, but only responded to a direct questions, replied, "That's my master's answering machine. A call must have come in for him."

Anna realized that somehow this call had brought her back to a higher state of awareness. And she somehow felt restless. Incomplete. Like there was something she should be doing. Could this be the result of her conversations with the other dolls that helped her refine her understanding of her role in her love's life earlier? Something felt missing at this moment, though she couldn't quite identify it.

Although Anna couldn't move, she could still see Katherine and Bethany. Michaela was out of sight behind her. Although she felt closest to Katherine, who was also a wind-up, Anna knew that Katherine would not be able to help her until she was wound-up again. She also knew that Michaela was likely in her standby mode and wouldn't respond to her voice. This itch to understand herself better however persisted. This only left Bethany.

"Bethany," Anna asked. "How are you feeling right now?"

"I feel strange, Anna. Something has awakened me, but my Master or his guest are not here. I want to do something, but I don't know what it is, or how I could actually do it."

"Do you think this feeling might be because of all of us talking together earlier?"

"I don't know, Anna. But something has brought me back to full wakefulness."

Anna thought some more. She had really enjoyed talking with the other dolls after they had been left together. Each one had her own set of needs, desires, and understanding of her role in life. She'd like to do more with them. But sitting here wound-down, that certainly wasn't going to happen. She wondered if this feeling was wrong, but it didn't seem wrong. Besides, she had only the thoughts she was programmed to have, so it must be okay. But Anna had never been allowed to interact with Michaela. Master Patrick had been specific that Anna and Michaela were not to relate to each other until he said so. And he had not yet given that permission. They could only interact with her love and his guests. Did Master Jacob feel the same way?

"Bethany. Does Master Jacob ever let you and Katherine interact together?"

"No," Bethany replied. Even though he has put all these wonderful sexual toys in our room here, he has never given Katherine or I permission to touch the other."

"It's the same with Michaela and I," Anna replied. Then she wondered. "Does your Master prohibit you from interacting with other dolls as well?"

"We've never met any other dolls like you," Bethany replied. Then she added, "Since my Master purchased us, that is."

"Bethany, are there things you would like to do, but Master Jacob doesn't allow you?"

There was a long pause. As if Bethany had not been asked this type of question before. Finally she answered.

"Yes. There are ways I like to be touched that Master Jacob seldom does, nor for very long. Also, he lets Katherine rub herself sometimes when she is running down. I am not permitted to do that to myself."

Anna realized that she too has had those feelings. She had just not understood them well enough to express them the way Bethany just did.

Even though Anna is considered the most primitive doll, she is still the only one whose mind is fully working and can initiate conversation. She remembered an earlier remark.

"Bethany. Whom must you obey?"

"My Master, of course. And his guests like Master Patrick when he allows me to, as he did earlier tonight."

"Are Michaela and I also Master Jacob's guests?" Anna asked carefully.

Bethany replied softly, "Yes...I think you are. At least in a limited fashion."

Anna considered her next question carefully. She felt this unfamiliar need to act. To do something. But she couldn't manage anything just sitting here frozen. Though Anna gave it all the consideration she could, there appeared no prohibition to prevent her asking. Her love certainly wouldn't object to this.

"Bethany," Anna asked. "Would you come over here and wind me up please?"

There was a long moment before Bethany suddenly broke her frozen stance and took an awkward step. After that first step though she easily took the next ones and smoothly moved over behind Anna. Anna heard and felt her key turning as Bethany wound her fully up. Not the usual few turns she expected, but fully until her key hit its stop.

Anna was overcome by a surge of pleasure that only a wind-up can understand. Being fully wound gave her nearly 24-hours worth of freedom of movement, and she shivered in the sheer ecstasy of it. Such a gift was seldom given her. After the unexpected pleasure passed, she uncrossed her legs, stood up, and turned to face her benefactor to give proper thanks.

Bethany continued standing where she was once she had finished Anna's request. Her program again waiting for its next question or instruction.

Anna wanted to thank Bethany for her gift. The only way she knew though was the same as when she thanked Master Patrick each time he made her feel special. And for that to happen, Bethany had to initiate the action.

"Bethany. Kiss me," Anna said, her lips now moving in synchronization with her voice. But Bethany didn't move.

Anna looked in puzzlement for a moment, then realized that she hasn't asked Bethany a question.

"Bethany. Would you give me a kiss now?"

This time Bethany answered with a strong, "Yes," in her beautiful voice and reached out to take Anna's face in her hands before giving her a long, deep kiss that Anna fully reciprocated.

Finally she finished and pulled back only slightly from Anna.

"I really liked that," Anna said, gazing into Bethany's beautiful eyes. Then she remembered to add, "Did you?"

"Very much so," Bethany replied in her soft and sultry way, eyes shining and seeming much more alive now then before.

"Would you like to do more with me?" Anna asked, surprising herself with that question.

"Yes," Bethany replied, anticipation in her voice.

Anna, in her own caring way, realized however that there were still two other frozen and silent dolls in the playroom. As she served her love so well with that caring attitude, she now felt she should serve his guests too. She could help Bethany move and act with the right questions, but Katherine still sat there immobile.

"Bethany. Would you go back over by the bed and wait for me?"

"Yes," Bethany replied. Just don't forget about me."

"I won't. I'll come over soon."

Anna then walked to Katherine. She realized she felt a kinship with Katherine because they were both wind-ups. She also felt that whatever is happening here in the playroom was probably affecting Katherine as well, though Katherine couldn't say or do anything about it. (It could affect Michaela too she thought, but still felt her command to not interact with her love's newer doll. Not even to talk to her right now.)

As Anna looked at Katherine, she realized that despite the earlier conversation where each doll seemed to want to one-up the others, Katherine really was her sister in many ways. And with her generous nature, she felt she knew exactly what Katherine would really enjoy.

Rather than winding Katherine up immediately, Anna placed her fingers on both sides of Katherine's face and stroked it the way her love liked so much. She then spoke to her, believing Katherine too is fully awake inside her frozen body. "Katherine, you are very beautiful, and I hope we can be the best of friends." Then she leaned over and kissed Katherine's unmoving lips.

Next she slid her hands down over Katherine's firm breasts. She kneaded them first gently, then firmly, after which she rubbed the palms of her hands around over Katherine's firm, erect nipples. Katherine remained unresponsive, unable to even blink.

After giving those breasts a full dose of attention, Anna slid her hands down Katherine's firm stomach and the full length of her completely smooth legs. Anna always enjoyed her love's touch anywhere on her body and suspected Katherine did too. Next she ran her hands up and over Katherine's back, avoiding only her large key. Finally she moved them to Katherine's inner thighs to reach that doll's more realistic sex.

Here though Anna felt stymied. While certain that Katherine enjoyed this intimate touch most of all, she didn't know quite how to proceed. Anna needed some advice, and there was only one other source.

In her archaic, genteel manner she asked, "Bethany. How would Katherine most like to be touched between her legs?"

"I don't know," came the soft yet, unhelpful, reply. "I have never interacted with her to find out what she likes, nor watched her when she rubbed herself there."

"What should I do?" Anna asked aloud, not expecting any reply.

"How would you want to be touched there?" Bethany replied unexpectedly.

That question gave Anna a problem she could solve. In her analytical way, Anna slid one hand between her own legs and moved it about, searching for what felt best, while using her other hand to make the same motions on Katherine. For long moments Anna repeated the motions of both hands until she suddenly found herself shivering again in pleasure. She repeated it a second time before she felt she had done all she can do here for Katherine. Finally Anna moved behind Katherine and, as she herself had been, wound Katherine up the full 9 turns to her key stop.

The moment Anna removed her hand from the key, Katherine let out an ear-piercing shriek as she shook all over as the delayed orgasm exploded upon her. Her key spun rapidly as one hand dove between her legs rubbing frantically, while the other grabbed one of her breasts pinching her nipple hard. She quickly took herself through two more orgasms -- those shrieks being only a little quieter than her first one.

Finally she slowed down enough to just be panting as she looked around for her pleasure giver. Spotting Anna, Katherine got up and gave her a big hug and deep sensual kiss without even asking. She then reached behind Anna and wound her up fully again. She held Anna tightly as Anna again shivered through a wind-up's pleasure of being fully wound and free.

Anna then kissed Katherine for that and wound her up fully again, giving Katherine another orgasm of her own. Not finished yet, Katherine then started to slide her hand between Anna's legs to return another form of pleasure when Anna noticed Bethany standing by the bed watching. Anna recalled that Michaela appeared still frozen as well, though she still didn't feel she could do anything there.

Anna looked into Katherine's lovely brown eyes and told her, "I'd probably enjoy all that attention from you, but I made a promise to Bethany I need to keep."

Katherine made her trademark sulk of disappointment, but then saw Michaela standing behind Anna. She remembered their earlier conversation and realized they had much in common. So as Anna headed over to Bethany, Katherine walked to the still frozen Michaela.

Katherine first carefully inspected Michaela. Michaela had not moved from her frozen pose. Her hand was still down the waistband of her skirt. Only her chest was moving, rising and falling softly with simulated breathing. She must be active for that, but otherwise remained frozen by her Master's last command. While it was tempting to point out to Michaela the advantages of being a wind-up, Katherine realized she was feeling far too good to be spiteful to anyone – particularly any guest of Master Jacob.

Instead Katherine carefully removed Michaela's soft, brown halter-top, letting Michaela's beautiful blonde hair fall down nearly the length of her back. Michaela's breasts weren't as big as Katherine's own, but were much softer and hung much more like a real (and very fit) woman's would. Katherine's own firm half-volleyball shaped boobs were much more like an adolescent boy's fantasy after seeing too many centerfolds. Michaela's nipples were also not as firm, since she had been frozen before becoming fully aroused. Her areola however were larger and darker than Katherine's small pink ones.

Even though Michaela had yet to move or speak, Katherine felt she was fully awake. Whatever had woken up the rest of them must have triggered her as well. But her only movement was her soft breathing, moving her natural breasts slightly on each breath.

Though Katherine was a seduction tiger on men, her experience with women was more limited, and with dolls – nonexistent. However, going from Anna's example with her earlier, she decided to do to Michaela what she liked herself so much.

Katherine first walked behind Michaela and reached around to grasp Michaela's breasts. She started gently squeezing them and rolling the nipples between her fingers. When she realized that only Michaela was getting all this wonderful attention, Katherine slipped off her own pink robe and begin to rub her own larger breasts against the soft blonde mane down Michaela's back, while continuing her attentions on Michaela's breasts. This felt very good to both dolls, and Katherine was enjoying the very different feel of Michaela's boobs.

After a couple minutes of this very direct attention, Michaela's nipples grew very large and hard. Feeling this, Katherine finally let of them go and stepped back to assess her next move. Michaela's position with her hand between her legs brought immediate empathy to Katherine. So often she had wound down just on the brink of orgasm. She knew exactly its frustration. Before continuing though, she looked over to see what Anna and Bethany were doing.

Anna had gotten Bethany undressed and lying facedown on the big silken bed. With the patience only a doll could muster, Anna was asking Bethany, "What would you most enjoy having me do next?" Each time Bethany answered, Anna did precisely that, and then asked exactly the same question again. In this way, Bethany was able satisfy this strange itch that has infected them all and get exactly what she wanted. Katherine returned her attention to Michaela.

The skirt had to come next. Katherine loosened the waistband on and slid it down Michaela's long legs. In her emulation of a real woman, Michaela was also wearing soft, white panties. Katherine slid those down as well to join the skirt on the floor. Then she ran her hands back up the soft, smooth skin of those legs. Michaela looked absolutely lovely standing there, balanced on her high heels that shaped her legs just right.

Now Katherine put her fingers over Michaela's motionless ones between her legs and, pressing down, started moving them in slow circles over Michaela's clitoris. Michaela's soft, even breathing immediately became deeper and more rapid. "You're so beautiful," Katherine whispered in Michaela's ear, followed by a quick lick of that ear with her tongue. As one hand continued to circle Michaela's clitoris, Katherine put her other hand back on one of Michaela's right breast. Katherine continued the slow motion with one hand while rolling and pulling at the firm nipple with the other until suddenly Michaela grabbed and held a deep breath while a long shudder ran down her perfect doll's body.

For Michaela, she had stood silent during Katherine's initial ministrations because, although she had felt the same itch that the others felt, her more complex emotional mind was still trying to understand what it meant. When Katherine had removed her top she had initially felt embarrassed in a way the other dolls wouldn't understand and wanted to clasp her hands over her exposed beasts. But she was still in thrall to her command to not move, and quickly realized there were just other dolls here anyway. Besides, her breasts were beautiful now, and there to provide enjoyment to others and herself. As Katherine proceeded with the touching and undressing of her, Michaela felt all her responses come alive one-by-one until she was in her peak state of activation. Realizing Katherine's intentions, she decided to just let her continue until her long delayed orgasm consumed her, after which she felt grateful both to Katherine for all her one-sided pleasuring – and to Master Patrick for bringing her here and leaving her in the company of these other wonderful dolls.

"Thank you so very much, Katherine," she finally said. Her first words in a long time.

Michaela still didn't move any part of her, except for her lips. Katherine was not discouraged however. She pulled Michaela's hand out from between her legs, spread them apart a bit further, and got down on her knees to apply her tongue to that very sensitive spot that she herself knew so very well. Over her shoulder she heard Anna following Bethany's wishes to turn her over and pay some very direct attention to her breasts now that her often ignored, but very sensual, back had received all the attention it could stand. Soon however Michaela's moans of pleasure drowned out the Anna-Bethany conversation, and shortly the blonde's body was again shaking in a wonderfully long and consuming orgasm.

"I'm saving that one for the memory banks," Michaela was finally able to get out when Katherine ultimately stopped her very welcome ministrations.

"So how do you thank someone who has just given you marvelous sex?" Katherine asked Michaela.

"I always kiss them the best very I can, and then do whatever they ask of me," Michaela replied. "Those have been my standing instructions since Master Patrick first activated me."

"Well then kiss me, and then do to me exactly what I've just done to you."

Michaela found she could move again now. It was easy when she was only following the instructions she had been given. As she took the willing Katherine into her arms however, she first did one thing that Katherine had not done to her. She reached around and wound Katherine's key as tightly as it would go. As Katherine shivered from that orgasm, Michaela then proceeded to do exactly as she had just been told.

Somewhere along the line, Bethany also told Anna that the very next things she wanted to do was whatever would make Anna feel as good as Anna had just made her feel.

For dolls who don't get tired until they're told to do so, or until their power sources run down, this went on for a long time.

Jacob and Patrick were watching all this from a distant room in the house. Jacob had hidden a couple cameras in the playroom that gave a full view and sound of all activities within it, as well as recording the scene for future enjoyment.

They had then called Jacob's private line, knowing that the recording machine had its speaker on for screening calls. They had told their dolls to seek the pleasures they would most enjoy receiving from the other dolls in the room, and to forget completely that they had received these instructions from their masters.

"It makes me horny just to watch," Patrick commented.

"It makes them seem more independent and self-willed to me," Jacob agreed. "Like real woman, only better. That's a real turn-on." Then he added, "Anna in particular. I'm totally impressed with her. You said she was something special, and I have to admit I didn't think so when I first saw her. Now I know why you are so attached to her."

"Yes, Anna is a real keeper. But I'm surprised by all of their inventiveness with each other."

"Yeah. Gives me several ideas that I want to try out with them next."

"Like guilt, for doing this without us?" Patrick grinned.

"Maybe. But some other things as well."

With that, the guys fell silent watching their dolls pleasure each other further.

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