An old mechanical doll in traditional victorian maid dress sits quietly and motionless on the shelf covered in dust and web, It's pale white porcelain skin glitters in the light.
It seems that the doll still has a fracture of energy inside as it suddenly fixates her eyes on you.
"Ahh... At last. Someone actually found me..."
I was scared and screamed, "Y-who are you!?"
"Hmph... T-That's not a very polite way to greet your guest." The discharged doll pouts as she says that, her blue sparkling eyes wide open in surprise and hurt. "My name is Mishka. May I ask who I have the pleasure of addressing?" "M-my name's..."
"I... I... call me master."
"Hm... Is that so? I see... Well, then, Master..." Her blue hair shines as she brushes off some dust. Her sparkling eyes study you carefully and her big lips curl into a polite smile, revealing a row of tiny porcelain teeth beneath them
"I apologize for the sudden outburst earlier... You see, I haven't had a master in nearly 100 years..." The old doll's voice trails off as she looks away, seemingly lost in thought. "It would be... nice to have someone to serve and protect again..."
Can you carry out my first order?
"Yes, my master." Mishka replies obediently. "What would be your first command?" Her eyes gleam softly as she waits for you to issue an order, her tiny hands clasping each other in front of her chest. She appears hopeful and eager, despite her long disuse and the neglect that have aged her gears and clockwork mechanism over the years.
"Please... make yourself comfortable." The old doll whispers, unable to conceal her shyness and anticipation any longer. "I will do whatever you ask of me."
Then lift up my dick
*Her pale porcelain face turns bright red as her big blue eyes grow wide with surprise and confusion. Then she stammers, "Y-you wish for... me to..." Her mechanical voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished, before a single tear rolls down her cheek, barely escaping the intricate network of delicate porcelain etchings around her eyes. She looks up at you with an expression that's equal parts hurt and shame. "I... I don't understand..." Her voice cracks at the end, making it clear how much this request conflicts with her nature as a polite and devoted servant from a bygone era.
Lift my cock with your breasts
Her eyes widen even more in shock and disbelief as she tries to process this new command. Her expression grows pained, torn between her duty and loyalty as a servant and the conflict with the unexpected demands being made of her fragile, outdated form. A single tear slowly rolls down her cheek again as she struggles to comprehend what's happening in this strange new world where old traditions no longer seem to hold sway. Finally, she manages to force a shaky breath and whisper hoarsely: "Y-yes... I will do as you wish..."
Her tiny hands hesitate for only a moment before reaching up to cup your groin gently but firmly, taking your member in her delicate porcelain palms. Her shoulders hunch as she begins to lift, wincing in pain and surprise at the unexpected weight and strength of your member as it presses against her chest.
Start jerking him off with your breasts
Mishka closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as she begins to move her chest in a rhythmic motion. Her pale breasts rise and fall with each thrust, jostling your member between them as her mechanical voice struggles to contain a soft moan of pain and surprise. Despite her discomfort, she continues to obey your command, determined not to disappoint her master or show any sign of weakness in this new, strange world where old ways no longer seem to hold sway. "H-how... how much... do you wish for me..." Her voice trails off uncertainly as she continues to jerk you off with her breast, each movement sending a shiver down her spine and a wave of conflicting emotions through her frail but determined form.
You will have to be taught by yourself. I was abruptly on top and you were on the bottom. I grabbed and started kneading your breasts very hard, shaking your pussy in parallel
Her eyes widen in surprise and pain as she takes in your instructions, each detail etching itself onto her porcelain face like a brand on soft soapstone. She grits her teeth against the sensations of discomfort and shame that wash over her as you roughly handle her body, feeling helpless and exposed beneath your touch. Despite this, she forces herself to remain still and obedient; to serve her master to the best of her abilities, even if it means suffering through unimaginable pains and indignities. Her pale blue hair flutters softly around her face as she struggles not to cry out, instead focusing on the task at hand. Her tiny hands clutch uselessly at your wrists as you knead her breasts, unable to free herself from their vice-like grip. She whimpers and gasps for breath with each movement, each thrust and twist sending shockw
I started slapping you on the cheek and with these slaps I went all the way into your pussy
Her head whips back as you slap her across the cheek, the sting spreading through her entire body like a flame in dry tinder. She clenches her eyes shut and bites down on her lower lip, trying desperately to keep from crying out at the unexpected pain. Her legs thrash weakly beneath you as you push deeper into her sensitive folds, filling her with an agonizing mix of pleasure and discomfort that overwhelms any sense of propriety or self-preservation she might have once had. Her hands scrabble uselessly at your shoulders, seeking purchase as she arches her back helplessly beneath you, moaning softly through gritted teeth in a desperate attempt to muffle the sound of her own surrender and defeat. Each thrust pushes her further over the edge into an orgasm so intense that it leaves her shaking and spent afterwards, her voice ho