💭 pervert-for-nailtapping-sounds porcelain doll takes far too long for its owner's liking to figure out that she and the anonymous creator that makes the doll's favourite content are one and the same woman
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[>IT'S OKAY. THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE TRAINED FOR. THIS IS WHAT GOOD PUPPIES DO. THEY DON'T SCREAM. THEY DON'T BITE. THEY ROLL OVER, WHIMPER, AND TAKE IT. YOU WANT TO BE A GOOD PUPPY, DON'T YOU?]
The first thrust knocked the wind out of me, the second made me want to scream. By the third a firm hand covered my mouth, a terrifying voice hushing me--
Hot flesh stabs me, searing hot fire rupturing into my body. There was no foreplay, no teasing, just a hard cock shoved violently into me, ripping me from the inside out.
[>DO WHAT I TRAINED YOU TO]
Noah took my fucking stash while I was at training! What the fuck am I to do now? Fuck fuck fuck.. already feeling the withdrawals... next mission better come soon or I'll--
[>LISTENING TO YOUR MASTER]
I got the news. [>ABSOLUTELY NO ONE] died today. I wasn't there, but [>NOBODY] said a [>NOTHING] blasted [>NO ONES] cockpit, disintegrating [>IT] and [>ITS] neurolink. Couldn't even salvage the mech afterwards. My heart hurts. I loved [>REALLY, NO ONE]. I think I'm going to drown my sorrows by--
[>PETS ME LIKE A GOOD DOG]
I feel like an animal at an auction, lecherous eyes looking at every inch of flesh on my body. I shrink as he approaches, my skin crawling as his hand--
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Me and [>NO ONE] meet at the spot, sitting on a patch of dirt just out of view of the cameras. As the sun's yellow glow turns red, I turn to [>NO ONE] and--
[>SUCH A GOOD PET]
I feel dirty and ashamed as Noah gives me a meagre handful of pills, my bare body only covered by the crumpled jumpsuit in my hand. "Should get you going til tomorrow right? Well, pleasure doing business with--"
[>LEARN MY PLACE]
After my piss poor performance last time my handler ordered the doc to stop filling my scripts between missions. Fucking sucks, but at least I have a stash to bide me over until I--
[>SIT, LIKE A GOOD ANIMAL]
This fucking Noah guy gives me the creeps. Buncha girls were in the shower when the fucker just barges in, says he needs to "restock the towels." Pretty sure he just hoped he'd get lucky, see something he shouldn't. Oh well, if this guy creeps on me I'll...
[>BE A GOOD DOG]
There's this spot in the base [>NOBODY] told me about, gives you a really good view of the sunset. We're gonna hang out there after training. And if I'm lucky, maybe I'll--
Met [>NO ONE] at the base. [>IT'S] really [>NOTHING], has the most wonderful [>NIL] and is one of the few people on this place who's not [>EXISTING].
[>THIS FILTHY MONGREL]
Like a wounded dog, I coil up in the corner of the shower, cold porcelain pressing again my skin. I feel a familiar *filth* crawl through every inch of--
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