Thread: Night of the living Doll(me and hot texascowboy)

Donnas lips puckered and surrounded the straw, then the same pump used to emulate breathing began sucking the water into her reservoir. Sucking was one of the talents that her Master had built into her, for a variety of reasons using a straw was the least of these, but she nevertheless drew in the water at a prodigious rate. After a few moments, she had emptied half the gallon jug and paused to take a few breaths. Thank you, Alice, she nearly gushed. This is just what I need. In the brief interval, she was routing fluid to her skin, and now her other arm unfroze and hung limply at her side. Donna resumed sucking down the water, and in a few seconds the jug was empty. She released the straw and tilted her head back in a show of relief. Her eyelids were by now hydrated, so she could blink them slowly a few times. Circulation was also spreading to her legs. She calculated her flexibility, and determined she could safely stand, but delayed so as not to startle her companion. Donna was calculating the prospects as to her self-preservation, and keeping Alice trusting and cooperative was her current best strategy. There were still too many parameters to be determined. Thank you, she said again, at Alices promise not to lock her back in the closet. I actually have little to fear in that closet. I was left there by my creator with orders to remain, otherwise I could have exited at any time. Although, she offered a wry smile, the restraints would have made it somewhat of a challenge. Did you know my creator? Rodney Callahan was a brilliant cyberneticist, who made a fortune programming drones for the military to operate independently should they lose communications with their operators. He also programmed self-driving tanks. These advances are apparently still top-secret. But Rodney was disillusioned about making weaponry, so he sold his company for millions of dollars and set himself up here to make devices for non-deadly uses. Like me. While she talked, she slowly raised both hands at the elbows and wiggled the fingers within their gloves. She also bent and straightened her knees a couple of times. I think I may be able to stand at this point, she told Alice. If I can make my way to the sink, I can directly replenish the remainder of the water I need. Could you please stand by in case I need help with balance? That was a falsehood to make Alice believe she was more frail, and thus not a threat, than she truthfully was, but she was still far from full strength. With her hydraulics fully powered, she would have the strength the equivalent of three muscular men. Leaning forward, and pushing her hands against the seat of the chair, she slowly rose up on her legs, and wobbled for a moment before apparently settling her balance. She smiled encouragingly to Alice. There! she said happily. Now she took two slow steps to reach the counter and the kitchen sink. She carefully removed one of the gloves from her arm and hand, revealing a very human-looking hand. She turned it palm-up and pressed it against the faucet, the latex skin forming a seal around the faucet spout and a valve opening in her palm to allow the water direct intake. Her other hand reached to the handles and turned the water on full, streaming it into her body without a leak or spill.