Dexter Laboratory Toy Novels & Stories

That brought tears to my eyes. "I love it, Mummy, it's so beautiful!" Eloise beamed. "I love mine too, Mummy" Dexter grinned, staring at his new toy. "Thank you, we love you, Mummy!" They both chorused and hugged me with their tiny hands. I let them go and before I could respond, Eloise gasped and pointed out, "Look, there's blood on her leg!" "Blood!" Dexter yelled and looked down at it in terror. "I will go get some water and a towel." Nana said and Eloise rushed after her, screaming, "Nana, first aid kit!"

She gestured toward the door, her tone cold. Dexter shook his head slowly, a mocking smile spreading across his face. “Oh, foolish, foolish Autumn,” he drawled. “Sometimes I wonder how someone with Helena’s face can make such moronic choices. Just because I’m holding back some details doesn’t mean I have nothing valuable to offer.”

Dex mused darkly and without any pity in his tone. He didn’t mess around and there was no ceremony to his actions, no finesse. He simply slammed the vibrating head of the toy right into her neglected cunt. The impact was brutal. The plastic head was unyielding, hammering her puffy clit with a violence that was almost sadistic.

Suddenly, the air was filled with the mechanical whir of machinery as a dozen automated defense bullets dropped down from the high ceiling. We would never avoid this. "Well, well, well," a smooth, cold voice echoed through the overhead loudspeakers. "Look at the garbage the storm washed up on my doorstep." The thick plexiglass observation window above lit up with bright white light. Dexter was standing right behind the glass in a clean white lab coat with his hands tucked into his pockets. His thin face was completely calm, and a small smile rested on his lips as he looked down at us like we were mice in a jar.

He took the first step and then another. “She’s clearly something more than a toy.” Milo was also a friend outside of the pack. Zion liked to stay in touch with all of his wolves. “Until I know what shit she’s been dealing with, she’s my toy, and I don’t want any of you fuckers to treat her otherwise.” Together they walked down the stairs. The room opened up into a full basement. Zion froze as the experiments were clear to see. There was a table with silver chains wrapped around. Needles, note papers, science equipment, and video equipment were in the room. He didn’t need any more evidence to know that Maya’s pack had been involved in some serious shit.

Alvin said. I followed him down a path through a small forest behind the mansion. It led to a large field of packed earth. Dexter was already there, standing in the center of the field, shirtless. The muscles in his back and arms glistened with a light sweat, and the Moon Shadow symbol tattooed on his shoulder looked imposing. "Run," he commanded without preamble as soon as I arrived. "What?" "Run laps around this field until I tell you to stop," Dexter said. He sat in a wooden chair at the edge of the field, watching me with eagle eyes. "I want to see just how long that 'steel' body of yours can hold up."

“I know exactly what you need. Come.” Chloe followed her down the aisle, every step making her legs weaker. Her body thrummed as if Valerius’s shadow hovered just behind her, watching, approving. “This one,” the clerk said, picking up a flesh-toned toy from the shelf. It was molded in careful detail, from the gentle curve of the shaft to the subtle veining along its length, no hum, no motor, just smooth, body-safe silicone made to feel as close to the real thing as possible. She handed it to Chloe, letting her feel the firmness that gave way to just a little give under pressure. “It’s built for realism,” the clerk explained, “so the texture and shape do most of the work. No vibration just a

she whined, shaking her head. “I doubt anything like that would happen,” he objected and massaged his hands through her hair. “There’s nothing in here. If there was, I already got rid of it.” Anelia raised her head slightly. “Okay.” “I didn’t know you were afraid of spiders,” Dexter spoke, pretending to be surprised. He silently watched her, his eyes shining with mirth. “Aren’t you going to let go of me?”

Adela had thought long and hard before finally asking the question. She liked Layson—naturally, she wanted to understand more about him. But when she saw Dexter’s stunned expression, the anxiety in her heart only grew stronger. “What’s wrong? Did something come to mind?” Dexter quickly concealed the flash of shock in his eyes. He scooped a spoonful of his herbal soup and finally replied in a low voice, “I vaguely remember something. I think I was under ten at the time, so I’m not entirely sure. But this isn’t something you should bring up in the Norman family.”

Something that made my skin prickle. "Don't worry." He took a step into the room. Then another. He was close enough that I could smell cedar, feel the heat coming off his body. "Dmitri is getting you a harness. Along with your other clothes. It will be here tomorrow." A harness. I pictured it. Leather straps across my chest, around my ribs, cinched tight. The image came into my head without permission. I saw myself in it. Standing in this room. Under those lights.