CHAPTER 1

I had to be out of my Goddamned mind. I wanted to fuck a doll. Yes, a doll. But not just any doll. This doll was special. He was unique. And he was a murderer. A psychopathic serial killer and practitioner of Voodoo. Technically he was the soul of the notorious Charles Lee Ray entombed within the vessel of a doll. And the fact that he was anatomically correct... Well, I'll let you fill in the blanks.

And that laugh. That infectious fucking laugh. His voice alone was enough to make my panties wet. Just the thought of hooking up with the real Charles Lee Ray in the flesh would be a fantasy come true, so to have an alternate chance to do just that was too irresistible to pass up. The exciting risk of putting my life on the line was adrenaline rushing, but I had the confidence that I could be persuasive enough if need be. After all, I was attractive, intelligent, and when I wanted to be, I could be quite wickedly deviant. If Chucky was willing to teach, I was eager to learn.

"I feel like I'm in the presence of a fucking celebrity right now," I said in awe.

"Is that so?" Chucky cackled, the sound causing my pulse to speed up. I tentatively approached him knowing full well what he was capable of and highly aware of the fact that I was a nobody to him. However, I was determined to start somewhere.

"I'm a big fan," I said breathlessly while coming to a halt a few feet in front of him. Chucky cocked his head to the side in amusement. I went on. "More than a fan..." I traced my hand down, along the side of my body, and between my thighs while making short breathy sounds. Chucky's gaze followed and stopped where my hand did. His eyes widened.

"Ahhh," he exclaimed in acknowledgement, a hungry look on his face as I took a step closer, still cautious in my movements.

The sight of the jarring stitching of his repaired body and face were simultaneously intimidating, as well as arousing to me. I was scared of, yet horny for this doll at the same time. I was fucking nuts... but I didn't care. A wicked grin flashed across Chucky's face as his eyes met mine. Such brilliantly blue eyes. Again, my pulse quickened. Taking his expression as an invitation, I closed the gap between us.

"Can I-? Can I touch you?" I asked while I knelt, trying to refrain from showing my elation at the prospect.

"Sure, toots, why the Hell not?" I slowly reached my hand out and touched Chucky's face. It felt like smooth plastic, but... warm. It was an oddly unique combination. I then began to run my fingers through his red locks of hair.

"Your hair is really soft," I mused. All of the sudden Chucky grabbed my forearm and I froze. Our eyes met and I could feel my heart palpitating.

"Don't fucking tell me all you came here for was to caress my Goddamn hair?"

I blinked in alarm. "No-" I faltered while retracting my hand, but he quickly tightened his grip, preventing me from doing so. I gasped. Adrenalin flooded my body. He was just as strong as a full grown man. My eyes involuntarily darted down to his lips. Chucky yanked me by my arm and I fell forward, into him. I found myself just inches from his face. Me on my knees and him standing before me. My breathing was terribly uneven.

"Then tell me," he said, clearly enjoying his leverage against me. "what do you want?"

"You! I want to fuck you so bad!" I blurted, feeling flustered as my face burned hot. Chucky let go of my arm and burst out in raucous laughter. His full-belly laugh that was ever so arousing and like music to my ears. When he finally recovered, he stared at me curiously.

"You're serious," he sounded intrigued.

"Yes..." I breathed, still blushing profusely.

"I mean, I've always been a ladies man and all, but this," he chortled. "this is something else!"

"Har har," I mock-laughed. "so I want to fuck a possessed doll. You're anatomically correct! Can you blame me?" I retorted. "If only I'd had the chance to be with you when you were still in your human body..." I trailed off.

He chuckled. "So you want me to be a cradle robber, eh?"

"Don't be an ass. I was a year old when you died." I replied. "I'm 34 now."

"34?" Chucky repeated, sounding surprised. He began to scrutinize my appearance, and I suddenly felt self conscious. "I thought you were in your twenties," he concluded.

"I take it you approve then?" I smiled deviously.

This time Chucky reached out and touched my face, trailing his doll hand along my cheek and jawline. "Babe, you are pristine."

I closed my eyes, the sensation of his oddly smooth yet warm plastic skin against my human flesh. I bit my lower lip, my thoughts trailing off to deeper, more intimate things. "I've wanted you so bad," I breathed.

"Normally I wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth," Chucky began.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. "But?"

"You have peaked my interest. You seem smarter than your average bear," he quipped. "you do realize how old I am, toots?"

"71," I replied.

"Sheesh! I didn't expect you to have it memorized to the date."

"I told you, I'm a big fan," I reiterated. My thoughts were racing. What was going to happen next..? Were things going to be taken further..? Was he going to ask me a bunch of questions now..? What if this all just ends up with him killing me..?

"So you want to fuck Chuck, eh?" Chucky's abrupt voice jarred my thoughts back to reality.

I turned bright red, but met his gaze confidently. "Yes."

"You've got some balls on you, kid."

"Kid," I scoffed.

"Well, you said it. You're 34, I'm 71. You do the math."

He had me there. "What's your point?"

"I don't even know your name."

"Sarah," I replied.

Chucky groaned and I could tell by his reaction that he must've had a bad past with a woman that shared the same name as me. "Of course it is..."

"You can call me by my middle name if you'd like," I suggested.

"And what's that?"

"Tsuyo. It's Japanese."

Chucky chuckled and looked at me more intently. "You don't say?" He pulled back the sleeve on his right arm and showed me his wrist. I looked down and saw a branded stamp that read, MADE IN JAPAN.

"Ha! Oh wow," I exclaimed while reaching for his arm without thinking about it. I traced the tips of my fingers along the indentation of the marking and for the first time, I saw a reaction in Chucky that I hadn't before. His eyes were locked on the physical contact between us.

"You don't strike me as the type of dame to seek out a lifestyle like this," he said, looking over at me.

"Why's that?" I asked as I withdrew my hand from his arm.

"You're too soft."

"Only with you," I retorted.

"That remains to be seen," he countered.

"So... what? You want me to kill someone in front of you?" I asked.

"Later," Chucky replied. "I thought you were here for a deep dickin'?"

I bit my lower lip suggestively. "Have you ever..." I hesitated.

"Have I ever what?"

"Have you ever fucked anyone in your current body before..?"

"Don't tell me you're chickening out now."

"No," I blurted. "of course not."

"Good."

"Hm, sounds like you just might be looking forward to this, as well?" I teased.

"Hey, what can I say? A man's got needs after all," he reasoned. "and you can't just dangle a carrot in front of a horse and not expect it to bite." I knew the analogy, but coming from him, it was a bit more menacing by nature.

I stood up with a smirk on my face. "So..." My pulse was racing, but in a good way, making the moment seem surreal.

"Wanna' play?" Chucky said coyly while reaching up at me.

I was struck by the irony of him being childlike, yet also a murderous man at the same time. I bent down and picked him up like I would a toddler. He didn't weigh very much which made sense since he was a doll, but somehow it felt weird. Especially in contrast to the physical strength he had asserted against me. I glanced around and spotted a bed in the corner of the room. I carried him over there and sat him down on one side of the mattress before crawling across it and sitting beside him.

"People would think I'm sick in the head for wanting to be with you," I admitted aloud.

"Cut yourself some slack, babe," he said casually while laying back against the pillow. "Let me guess..? Daddy issues?"

"Not even close," I replied as I lay back against the pillow behind me.

"Really? That's surprising."

I scoff-laughed. "Why? 'Cause you're old enough to be my father, yet despite that, I still want to fuck your brains out?"

"You said it, not me." Chucky laughed.

"What? Is there a rule that says I can't simply be attracted to you?"

He raised a brow and gave me a skeptical look. "Let's be real here-"

"I'm serious!" I cut across him. "I am physically and intellectually attracted to you."

"Which me?" he asked with a smirk.

"Both. I don't know how to explain it, but I am aroused when I imagine you in your human body, and as you are right now," I said.

"Hmm, interesting..." Chucky observed, so I continued.

"I loved your long, dark, wavy hair. Your blue eyes. Your strong jawline and the shape of your brow bone, as odd as that might sound," I said with a soft chuckle.

"Damn, you're making me miss having a body," he lamented.

"The funny thing is that you still have those blue eyes, and your voice," I laughed. "you have no idea how much your voice is a huge fucking turn on for me," I said as I fondled my own breasts teasingly. Chucky let out a laugh, his infamous laugh and I felt blood rush to my nether regions causing me to moan ever so slightly. "oops," I said with a blush.

"You are very intriguing," he mused. "you're not like anyone else I've ever met before." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a joint. "Is that a doobie?" he asked, sounding surprised.

"Yep," I said while lighting it up and taking a few drags.

"Fuck yes! Tsuyo, you are checking all the right boxes for me tonight," he commended.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, my voice sounding somewhat arrogant as I passed him the joint and we puffed away together. "So you're not going to kill me?"

"Pft!" he laughed. "Don't press your luck."

Before long, the both of us lay there on the bed, the room full of smoke and haze, and us coughing our brains out, stoned out of our minds. We were both staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought. I wasn't even sure how much time had went by in silence. The feeling of the buzz started to fall away into a form of self conscious awkwardness.

"Well, what the fuck are you waiting for?" Chucky abruptly said. "Get over here." I rolled onto my side so that we were face-to-face. My heart was racing again as his blue eyes bored into mine. His gaze was so intense that I felt like he was literally reading my thoughts. I started second guessing myself.

"Now I'm kinda' nervous..." I mumbled.

"Don't be," Chucky said, trying to sound comforting. It was such an odd contradiction to his usual disposition. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"I swear, you really are a trip, Chucky," I confessed.

"What can I say? I like to keep things fresh," he said casually.

While staring into his eyes, I bit my lower lip anxiously. "So... like, if you haven't been with a woman in your doll body before, how, uh... how are we gonna'..?" I trailed off.

"Don't you worry your pretty little face. I got this," Chucky replied confidently and dare I say cockily. "now get over here," he growled playfully.

This was it. With great elation, I crawled over to him, placing my hands on either side of his head so that our faces were separated by mere inches. Our bodies were at odds, for I was 5'2" and he was 2'5", but I was determined to make this work.

"I can't believe I finally get to do this," I breathed as I stared into his eyes.

"Shut up and kiss me."

With a trembling breath, I brought my face to his and pressed my lips against his. I was instantly shocked at the sensation. Warm, soft, smooth, moist plastic. He reciprocated the kiss with fervent passion, exciting my body greatly. I inhaled deeply and found myself intoxicated by his pheromones. I couldn't believe this was truly happening. His pheromones? I mean really? A fucking doll that was a hybridization of inorganic meeting organic, essentially precipitating a form of cyborg technology based upon a spiritual and religious ritual. Talk about mind fucking blowing.

I broke the kiss to come up for air. "You smell incredible," I breathed.

"Is it everything you dreamed of?" Chucky asked with a small laugh.

"You're a really good kisser," I said. "for being a doll," I added.

"Fuck you," he retorted.

"Yes, please," I quipped.

Chucky reached up and grabbed the back of my head, aggressively pulling my face down to his. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and once more, I was surprised by the sensation. The dual effect of artificial meeting natural was so unique and utterly difficult to describe, but I knew I wanted more, and that I needed more. My tongue met his doll tongue, and we explored each others mouths eagerly.

As we continued to kiss intimately, I began to feel something poking into my sternum. I broke the kiss and let out a small gasp. Due to my childhood, I grew up sexually repressed. My desires were equally torn with embarrassment and shame, leaving me horny, but shy. I worked up the courage to run my palm across Chucky's erection through the fabric of his overalls. I heard his breath hitch in his throat as I gripped his erection tightly in my hand. It was larger than I had pictured; 3 and a half inches long. I leaned back and gazed down at him. He lay there on his back looking up at me with a smug expression on his face.

"Having fun?" he asked.

"Funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing," I replied with a smirk as I continued to touch him.

Chucky let out soft moans, his eyes slipping closed. "You fucking know it, babe."

I spent the next several minutes focusing on pleasuring him, drinking in the sight of his facial expressions and body reactions to my touch. I reveled in the sound of his voice as little noises would escape his lips. He opened his eyes and his gaze focused on me.

"So are you sure you're ready for me, Tsuyo?" he asked with great bravado, despite the fact that I was the one on top of him.

"I don't know, are you ready for me?" I teased.

"I was born ready," he replied.

I pulled off my shirt and began to fully undress. Chucky watched me, his mouth agape as he took in the sight of my naked body. I felt very vulnerable, yet indeed very special at the same time; to have thee Charles Lee Ray ogling my body and being aroused by me. Fuck yes! I began undoing his clothes, starting at his buttoned overalls until he was just as stark naked as I was. I took a second to pause and revel in the moment as we both took in the sight of one another's bodies. I marveled at the fact that he was anatomically correct. Well, here goes nothing.

I wrapped my lips around his cock and cupped his balls with one hand. Chucky let out a loud gasp as I sucked away frantically, bobbing my head up and down as fast as I could. He was groaning and moaning so much I swore he sounded like he was in pain. I thought to myself, he must not have been pleasured like this in his current body. It wasn't long before he started involuntarily thrusting his hips in sync with my movements until his moans grew so frequent and a rush of hot cum suddenly flooded my mouth before I knew what was even happening. I forced a hard swallow and pulled back once he had finished writhing in ecstasy.

"F-fuck, Tsuyo..." he stammered, sounding amazed and looking taken aback.

With both of us breathing heavily, I moved to lay beside him. "You fucking owe me an O, Chucky."

"Gimme a minute and I'll be ready for round two, babe," he breathed. I propped my head up on my arm and watched him. He glanced over at me with his devious eyes and devilish smirk. "Well don't you look smug."

My eyes flashed and I grinned broadly. "Well I did just make thee Charles Lee Ray cum, after all."

"Mmm," Chucky made a noise of contentment. "that you did."

"I still can't believe this is happening," I mused aloud while flopping onto my back.

Chucky sat up and began to position himself between my legs. My heart started palpitating in response.

"Your turn," he said with a wicked grin.