They Came for the Doll - Part 2 (Vanilla Doll Book 15)

Pearl Williams, only 25, has reconstructed the DNA of an alien crashed in the desert of New Mexico in 1958. But the creature she has helped to spawn will show her the true nature of her motivations, and reveal her submissive and lustful soul.

This is the 15th volume in the Vanilla Doll series of erotica short stories, and the sequel to "They Came for the Doll - Part 1". Each story pushes the boundaries of erotica, combining exotic settings, fantastic themes, and explosive hot sex. It explores the hottest fantasies of the Vanilla Dolls, beautiful heroines who break down all taboos for your reading pleasure.

ADULTS ONLY!
THIS E-BOOK CONTAINS DESCRIPTIONS OF EXPLICIT SEXUAL MATERIAL WHICH MAY BE OFFENSIVE TO SOME READERS. YOU MUST BE 18 YEARS (21 IN SOME AREAS) OR OLDER TO READ THIS E-BOOK. BY READING BEYOND THIS POINT, YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THAT YOU ARE OF LEGAL AGE AND THAT YOUR ARE NOT OFFENDED BY ADULT CONTENT.
KEEP THIS E-BOOK AWAY FROM CHILDREN.

EXCERPT:

It only took Pearl about forty five minutes to get ready, partly because she was so eager to go back to her Queen, partly because she had known exactly which outfit she wanted. She paused for a moment, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She was troubled by the fact that she had zeroed in on these clothes, without the slightest hesitation. It was like if she had played with the idea of putting them all along, from the day she had seen them in the project’s wardrobe. Looking into the mirror, she should have been horrified by the provocative whore she had transformed into. But on the contrary, she relished at the view of that dark, lustful twin.
She smiled at herself. A twisted, naughty smile. Then she parted her lips and tilted her head back, arching her back and cocking her hips. She began a smooth, sensual dance, caressing her body, with a grin on her face that looked like a panther’s roar. She ran her tongue along a row of large, immaculate teeth.
The more she was teasing, the more she felt herself, and she wondered if the slut hadn’t been there all along, hiding patiently, ready to finally come out and take control. Yes. Maybe that lascivious tramp in the mirror was Pearl, the real Pearl, while the timid scientist was just a façade, a pathetic act to try and conform to the rigid morals of our society.
Pearl was overcome by a flow of emotions; a boiling mix of pride, excitement, and freedom. It was like if her former self was slowly receding into the shadows, far deep within the confines of her soul, while savage Pearl was bursting out into the light, fully in charge now. The girl marveled at her own perfection, transcended by the incredible make-up job and revealing outfit. It was hard to believe that such transformation could have occurred in less than forty five minutes. If anything, it reinforced Pearl’s conviction that she had been born a slut, fully equipped with physical attributes and seduction skills.
She turned around to appreciate the full curves of her very generous ass. Bootylicious was not enough to describe Pearl, whose buttocks threatened to snap the thin leather straps wrapped around them. The white studded leather bondage harness she had elected didn’t leave much to imagination, and the straps around her not only emphasized her formidable ass, but also her heavy boobs, and every single part of her curvaceous anatomy. And of course, it left all the naughty bits fully exposed. The harness simply said “take me like a whore.” And Pearl loved it for that.
But she also loved her brightly colored striped stockings, lined with delicate tulle around the thighs. Baby blue on one leg, baby pink on the other, they spiced the ensemble with a very pervert touch of innocence. With them, Pearl felt like a slutty sweet sixteen eager to offer her virginity without shame, even though she was a fully grown woman already. She followed the stripes down to her nine inch white platforms, in which she had no problem standing, to her surprise...