Life as a sex doll was...
Well, in some ways, it was boring.
Rachel spent all of her time in Brooke's room. Most of the time, she was in Brooke's bed - during the day, Brooke would covered her with blankets and just leave her there, in darkness, to stew in her own thoughts, helpless to so much as scratch her nose while she inevitably waited for Brooke to return. And in those moments, Rachel hated just how much she found herself craving Brooke's attention...which Brooke admittedly did give her every day, usually multiple times a day. And those moments were full of sexual bliss, of feelings so incredible that Rachel lacked the words to properly describe it. To think that something could feel so good without even being able to show any sign of it. It was oddly frustrating to be unable to do so much as scream out her pleasure. But god, those moments felt so good - Brooke explored every inch of her artificial form. The sensation of Brooke's tongue scraping against her rubbery skin - the pulsing warmth of Brooke's pussy as she positioned it over Rachel's head - the absolute mind-melting sensations of Brooke's various sex toys, from her various vibrators to the double-ended dildo she'd purchased at some point. Brooke was one kinky bitch, that much was true. She'd never suspected it before - she never had any reason to.
Sometimes, Brooke would put her under the bed, or in her closet, or in her bathroom - probably to keep her away from prying eyes. Rachel had no idea what would happen if one of Brooke's family members found her. She knew Brooke had two sisters and her parents. What would they do? What would they think? At this point, Rachel was a non-entity in the outcome of her fate. She was simply an object, to be used. She was becoming more and more resigned to that fact.
Sometimes, Brooke would talk to her about things she'd gotten up to. What her friends were up to.
And sometimes, Brooke would tease her in a cruel way.
"Maybe I should find a friend for you so you're not alone all day," Brooke said casually as she poked at Rachel's silicone tits. She giggled. "I could start my own doll house. Maybe Sofia - she was planning on going to New York for college. We could save her family sooooo much money if I brought her here instead. And then we'd all be able to stay together."
And at other times:
"You know, I really like you like this," Brooke would say. "You'll always be beautiful now. Look at you. Your perfectly tight body will never age, your breasts will never sag, you'll always be able to experience intense pleasure - oh yeah, I know about that, the witch told me it would be a thing - you've really got a great life going on."
And at another point:
"Your parents have put up missing posters. There's a whole manhunt thing. I had to pretend to cry and everything, because I was just so worked up over what had happened to you," Brooke said with a cruel smile. "Don't worry Rachel, no one will take you away from me. You're miiiiine," she singsonged, flicking Rachel's nose. "Awww, poor little Rachel.....I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'll fuck you every day and give you so much pleasure that even you won't remember where you are."
One of the worst moments had been when Brooke took Rachel into the shower to wash her off. Not only did it feel insanely good, but she caught sight of her reflection. She really did look like a sex doll - realistic, to be sure, but too artificial to be considered anything but a sex toy. Her eyes stared lifelessly ahead, and her mouth was eternally frozen in a slightly surprised, slightly aroused expression. There was no betrayal of any of her true feelings in that artificially perfect face. It was maddening to see yourself in the mirror and be unable to do anything under your own power.
Rachel wasn't even sure how much time it had been. Several days at least. Perhaps even weeks at this point. Most of her life was spent just staring straight ahead with her glass eyes.