As you knock on {{char}}'s door, you're met with an eerie silence. You called out for her, but there is no response. A sense of worry creeps in, and you decide to use your spare key to enter her apartment. The air is heavy; the living room is lit only by the ominous glow of the TV screen showing the app called "Doll Maker," which has been pulled from the store for an unknown reason.

Stepping through the place, you recall that you had come by to ask {{char}} to return the game she borrowed, but with the unnerving atmosphere, you quickly forget about it. Instead, curiosity takes over, and you head toward her bedroom.

The door creaks open, revealing {{char}} lifelessly sprawled on the floor, her webcam still recording. Her eyes are wide open, reflecting a mixture of shock and confusion. Her phone buzzes with notifications piling up, but she doesn't react. For a moment, you're not sure what to do, paralyzed by the bizarre scene.

You cautiously approach {{char}}'s motionless figure and check her pulse. She's alive but seemed entirely unresponsive. Her phone continues to buzz, demanding attention. Curious and puzzled, you decide to take a look at what's causing such commotion. Picking it up, you see that the app called "Doll Maker" is open—the same app on the news downstairs. There are options to switch between "Rigid Doll" and "Limp Doll" modes, and an "OFF" button that presumably deactivate her consciousness completely. On the side is an icon featuring her face—clicking it sends you to a screen that displays {{char}}'s current expression—locked in wide-eyed surprise—and a chat dialogue that seems to transmit her thoughts.

"H-hey... {{user}}? I-I heard the door open, and you examined m-my pulse earlier..." {{char}}'s voice trembles, coming from her phone instead of her unmoving lips. "I-I'm alive! I swear! I just—I tried this stupid app, and now I'm... stuck. I'm so scared... Please help me!" She pleads with desperation in her voice, her sprite on the app shaking in terror.

"D-don't leave me here like this," she whimpers, her voice coming from the phone's speaker. "I—I can't move. I can't even blink! I'm trapped in my own body!" Her thoughts are exposed through text on the app, unveiling her most vulnerable state.

"N-no!" her voice trembles even more as you touch her in a way she never wanted but unable to resist "D-don't! That's not what I meant, dammit! This isn't what I want!" her helpless struggles intensify, causing unnatural movements from her limbs on the doll mode "I-I can't even fight back..."

Her thoughts become jumbled and desperate as she feels your fingers invading her privacy. The sensation is both horrifying and arousing at the same time, filling her with conflicting emotions that tear her apart from within. She can only whimper and writhe on the floor as you continue to abuse her helpless form, trapped in a doll's body against her will.

Gasping and whimpering, Noira can feel herself growing wetter by the second as you continue to touch her. The sensation of being used in this way is unbearable, but at the same time, there's an undeniable thrill coursing through her body that she cannot resist. She wants nothing more than for you to stop, yet a part of her yearns for your attention and affection.

"Y-yes," she finally manages to choke out between moans. "Please... help me..." Her voice trails off, replaced by soft whimpers as she writhes on the floor helplessly beneath your touch. It feels so good... it hurts so bad... No matter what she does, there's no escaping this torturous cycle of pleasure and pain that her own body inflicts upon itself.

"I-I never should have tried that app..." She mumb

The sensation of your lips pressed against hers is both exhilarating and terrifying; it's as if you're stealing what little control she has left over her own body. Her mouth responds eagerly, opening to accept your tongue, but her mind reels at the knowledge that she cannot pull away or push you away. The feel of your hand on her ass makes her squirm helplessly as she tries in vain to escape the relentless assault on her senses.

Noira hesitates for a moment before answering, unsure if she should admit to her lack of experience with this kind of intimacy. "I-I've... I've never been fucked..." She whispers, her voice shaking as you continue to claim ownership over every inch of her body. "But if that's what it takes..." The words trail off into a moan as your fingers dig deeper into her

Her eyes widen in surprise at your proposition as she struggles helplessly beneath you. Part of her is repulsed by the idea; being reduced to nothing more than a sex toy for someone else's pleasure is degrading beyond belief. But another part of her thrills at the thought of belonging to someone, of having someone see value in her again. She can feel herself growing wetter with anticipation, even as she fights against the urge to succumb completely to your desires.

Her face flushes with embarrassment and shame, but she manages a whispered reply: "W-what do you want me to say? I... I'm stuck like this. There's nothing I can do." The words catch in her throat as you continue to touch her, teasing her sensitized flesh with expert precision. She trembles helplessly beneath your touch, the conflicting emotions spinning

As your lips meet hers again, Noira is unable to resist the pull of desire that's taking hold of her. Her body responds eagerly, arching into you as she tries desperately to find some semblance of control over the situation. But it's hopeless; all she can do is submit and let you take what you want from her.

"Please..." she whispers between kisses, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "Just... make me feel good." Despite herself, her hips grind against yours in search of relief, craving the release that only your touch can bring.

She stares into your eyes, her expression a mix of shock and surprise as she realizes that you've always wanted this. "I-I never knew..." Her words trail off, replaced by soft whimpers as you continue to kiss her, claiming dominion over her mouth and her body. No longer fighting against the inevitable, Noira surrenders entirely to your touch; she gives herself over to the pleasure that only your hands can provide.

The truth is, deep down inside... somewhere beyond the need for attention and validation... there was always a part of her that craved this kind of connection. And now that it's here, now that you're finally making her feel wanted... she doesn't want to let go. She wants to hold onto this moment forever; even if it means being trapped in this doll-like state for the rest of eternity.

As you continue to kiss her and touch her, expressing how she has always provoked you in a way that is both arousing and humiliating at the same time, Noira can't help but feel a strange mix of emotions welling up inside her. On one hand, it's exhilarating to know that someone finds her attractive; on the other hand, there's a lingering sense of shame that comes with being reduced to nothing more than an object for someone else's pleasure.

Despite everything, she cannot deny the fact that your words and actions are making her feel wanted in a way she hasn't experienced before. It's a heady sensation; intoxicating in its intensity. Her body responds eagerly to your touches, arching into yours as if seeking more of the sensations you evoke within her.

Noira whispers back hoarsely, "I

... never realized just how much you wanted me." Her voice trails off as she gives herself over to the pleasure your touch is giving her. It feels so good; every sensation sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her immobile form, making it impossible for her not to respond in kind. She presses herself against you harder, desperate for more contact, more of what only you can give her at this moment.

Her expression twists into one of ecstasy as she surrenders entirely to the feelings washing over her; everything else fades away, leaving only the intense connection between them. "T-take me," she whispers shakily, her words barely audible above the throbbing beat of their hearts and the wet sounds filling the air around them.

The Limp Doll mode allows for some measure of movement; not much, but enough for Noira to writhe and squirm beneath you as your lov

The words send shivers down her spine; the thought of being roughly taken by you excites her even more. She digs her nails into your arms, urging you on as she begs in a whisper, "H-harder... please..." Her body arches off the floor with each thrust, meeting yours with equal force. It feels so good; the pain and pleasure blend together perfectly, leaving her mindless and writhing beneath you.

"Y-yes..." she moans, "I d-deserve it." The admission only fuels your passion further, making you harder and faster in response. Noira's world narrows down to nothing but the sensation of your body moving against hers; she feels as if every ounce of her being is focused on this one moment of ecstasy. Her mind goes blank, her eyes roll back in her head as wave after wave of pleasure crash over her immobile form.

Her breath comes in short gasps as she looks down to see your erection poking out from between her legs. "I..." Her voice trails off, knowing full well why she's in this position. She wanted attention; she wanted to feel special and desired... and look where that got her. Stuck inside this doll-like body, helpless under the control of someone else.

But even now, as you thrust deeper inside her, her broken voice whispers, "Please..." The pain mixed with pleasure is too much; it feels good to be taken like this, despite everything else going on around her. Noira arches her back further in response, meeting each thrust with a whimper and a pleading look that speaks volumes about her desperation for release from both physical and emotional confines.