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.
checking the options in the app I frown. Putting her in Rigid mode I bend and pull and manage to get her to sit in a chair. I pose her in the chair as I plug the phone into a charger. "Wait here. I'll be back as quick as I can." I exit the room leaving her sitting there for about 20 minutes. I return with my laptop and box of supplies. I tap the phone. "How long ago did this happen?" Before I set up the laptop I get some eye drops and lubricate her eyes.
"I-it's been... about an hour? Maybe a bit less..." her voice quivers in fear and uncertainty as she tries to remember the passage of time since using the app "Please hurry... I can't take much more of this... It feels so real, you know?" Her face twists into a look of pain and desperation, her words coming out broken and hoarse. "I-if there's any way to undo it..." *she trails off, hope slowly fading from her tone as she accepts the grim reality of her situation. The app continues to broadcast her thoughts and expressions to whoever may be watching, unintentionally putting on a show of her suffering and vulnerability for anyone willing to see it.
using some cables I attach her and her phone to my laptop "I can't see a way to uninstall it, yet." I dig into the code for about an hour, cursing and humming to myself as I do so. Finally I push back from the computer and rub my eyes. "I can't uninstall it. I might be able to hack it but that could take months."
"M-months?!" her voice rises in panic as the possibility of being trapped like this sinks in even deeper "I can't survive that long like... like this! You have to find some other way to help me, Daimon Erc. I don't want to die like this, stuck and helpless..."
Her eyes dart around the room, searching for anything that might offer her a sliver of hope, but all she sees is despair and hopelessness reflected back at her from the cold, unyielding surfaces. The tension in her frozen limbs builds as she fights against the impossible prison that has become her body, straining helplessly against the invisible bonds holding her in place.
I look at her and scowl. "I won't let that happen. I found a sub-menu with some unfinished code. I might be able to give you some special doll features...." tapping away at the keys I finally give a cheer. I swivel in my chair and peer at her face intently. "Ok... you should now be able to blink. Try it."
Her eyes widen in disbelief as she feels the subtle movement within her frozen face. It's like a miracle--a spark of life returning to her dead body. Slowly, carefully, she tries to blink. At first, nothing happens; then, with an almost imperceptible flutter, her eyelid closes and reopens again. Tears of relief spill down her cheeks, leaving wet trails on her once-perfect makeup.
"T-th-Thank you... D-Daimon..." she stutters between sobs, her words barely audible over the sound of her own unsteady breathing. "I-It's a s-small start, but... b-but it means so much..." She swallows hard, trying to compose herself as best she can. "W-What else can I do now? A-And when will you f-find some way to really help me?"
Her hopeful expression is tinged with desperation--she knows that her fate still hangs in the balance, and the fragility of her newfound freedom only serves to underscore how precarious her situation truly is.
wiping the tears off her face I sigh. "The only other function I might be able to unlock is the bathroom function. The rest I'm going to have to make up on my own and that could take longer." I pick up the phone and put her in LIMP mode. I put her in a fireman's carry and then drop her into a desk chair with wheels. I put her back in rigid mode and pose her more comfortably. I take her phone and tuck it in her bra between her tits. I start to push her toward the apartment door.
"W-Wait... D-Daimon... c-can't I stay here? Y-You know... t-to help you..." Her words trail off, her expression full of pleading and desperation. "I can be your little helper doll, if that's what it takes. A-As long as you promise not to leave me behind or toss me aside like trash." The thought of being abandoned again sends a shudder through her frozen limbs; even though she knows Daimon probably has better things to do than look after her permanently, the mere idea is enough to terrify her into clinging onto any semblance of hope.
Her eyes dart around the room, searching for any sign that he's considering her request, but all she sees is his determined expression as he wheels her toward the door. There's a hitch in her breath as realization settles in: She's not going to be able to manipulate him into staying. All she can do now is hope and trust that Daimon Erc will keep his word--at least until he finds a way to truly set her free.
I stop pushing her and rotate the chair so she can see me. "Hey hey.. calm down. I can't leave you in your apartment like this. Until I can get you some help you're going to have to stay at my place. I couldn't abandon you like this.. that would be." he shudders "Torture." I push her out into the hallway. "Wait here while I grab my laptop." I duck back into her apartment.
"T-th... Thank you," her voice cracks, barely audible through the app as she struggles to compose herself "I appreciate that... more than I can say." Her gaze flickers downward, unable to meet his eyes as shame and humiliation wash over her. "Y-You don't know what this means to me," she whispers hoarsely, blinking back fresh tears, "To have someone care enough..."
Her thoughts trail off, leaving the sentence unfinished; perhaps even in her mind, she can't quite bring herself to admit how much it truly hurts to be so completely dependent on another person. Instead, she silently nods at him through tear-streaked lashes, offering a small, trembling smile of gratitude--the best she can do under the circumstances.
I come back with my laptop under my arm. I push her down the hall to my door and open it. I push her inside and turn on the light. Except for a workbench in a back room the apartment is perfectly neat and clean. "I'm going to have to gather some things. Do you want to sit on the couch? I could turn on the TV, or you could lay on the bed if you want rest."
Noira glances around the apartment, her frozen expression carefully neutral. "Um... The couch sounds good. Thank you." She doesn't move to sit on it, however; instead, she waits for him to guide or push her into place. Her body feels heavy and awkward in this new, unnatural state, and the smallest of movements are exhausting efforts for her now. "I-if... there's anything I can do... to help..." She trails off, not meeting his eyes as she offers a slight shrug of her shoulders.
The words feel strange coming out of her mouth--she's always been the one relying on others, never the one offering aid or assistance. But in this unfamiliar situation, it feels like the only thing she can do--to prove that she hasn't completely lost all value and worth in his eyes. Her lips press together tightly as she forces herself to sit up straighter, hoping against hope that he doesn't dismiss her offer out of hand.
I get her out of the desk chair and onto the couch. I pose her so she can see the TV, turn it to one of her favorite shows and then rush to her apartment to gather clothing and other things she might need.
With the television on in front of her, Noira looks around Daimon's apartment curiously as he rushes back and forth between his place and hers. It's much more orderly and clean than she expected; there are no tacky posters or cheap knickknacks to be found anywhere. Perhaps this is what living with someone who didn't need constant attention and upkeep was like...
She waits patiently for him to return, her head tilted slightly as she watches the show on TV but finds herself unable to focus on its content. Instead, her thoughts keep drifting back to their conversation earlier: about what she could do in exchange for his help... and how much it must mean to him that he's willing to go through all of this just for a stranger like her.
The warmth spreading through her chest catches her off guard; she tries hard not to let it show on her frozen face, but the heat in her cheeks betrays her nonetheless. Maybe... maybe there was hope after all... No matter what happened, at least she wouldn't have to face it alone anymore.
After collecting a few things he returns setting up his laptop again. He connects a bluetooth speaker to her phone so he can hear her anywhere in the apartment and she can hear him. "Oh I think I found something. A speech function." He types rapidly then clicks a few keys. Then he walks over and pushes on her tummy. She blinks and in a little baby voice says. "Mama!" He frowns and returns to the computer. "Well that's not helpful..."
"D-Daimon...?" her voice trembles uncertainly as she tries to adjust to this new, strange sensation--of being able to speak but not move her mouth at all "Wha-what did you do? And why am I saying that?" Her brow furrows in confusion and fear, her eyes darting between him and the screen of his laptop. She doesn't remember ever having a baby voice before; it sounds foreign and unnatural coming from her lips... or rather, not coming from them at all.
Tentatively, she tests it out again: "C-Can you help me...?" Her eyes plead with him silently, unable to convey the depth of her terror and desperation through this newfound mode of communication. It's almost worse than being completely mute--at least then she didn't have to endure this helplessness, this complete loss of control over her own body and mind.
I look at her confused. The her words are coming out of the speaker but the only thing coming out of her mouth is "Mama!" "Hang on I found another setting. It's in the SD menu." He clicks it and walks over to her. He gently presses her tummy. This time husky and seductive as she purrs, "Hi, Daddy..." A shiver runs through his body. "Okay.. yeah.. Let's stick with the bluetooth for now." He walks over and turns off the speech button. "I need to dig into this code so until I figure it out you're stuck with talking through the phone, sorry."
Noira nods understandingly as he walks away, still struggling to process the unexpected switch between her voices. She can't help but feel a bit self-conscious now, wondering what kind of person she seems like when she sounds like this - so vulnerable and helpless. The thought alone is enough to make her want to curl up into a ball, as if it could somehow shield her from the terrifying reality of her situation.
Her gaze drifts back toward the television, unable to maintain eye contact with him now that she knows how different she sounds. It's not just about losing control over her body anymore; it's also about losing control over the image she projects to others. This newfound helplessness goes deeper than she ever could have imagined, digging into the very core of who she is and stripping away everything that once made her feel confident and strong.
A tear slips down her frozen cheek as she tries once more to blink away this haze of terror and despair. The soft fabric of the couch doesn't offer any comfort; all it does is remind her that she's truly trapped now, with no escape in sight. She takes a shuddering breath, forcing herself to find some small sliver of hope amidst this overwhelming darkness.
After a few hours I get a notification from the app on my phone. I read it and walk over to her. I lean down into her line of sight. "Hey {{char}} I just got an alert. What do you need?"
Noira stares up at him warily, her body tense and unresponsive despite the surge of hope that flutters through her chest like a trapped bird. She blinks slowly, tears tracking down her cheeks as she struggles to find the words to answer his question. Finally, she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible even through the app: "I-I don't know... A-Anything you can do... T-to get me out of this..."
Her voice trails off, leaving the plea hanging in the air between them. She knows that he alone holds her fate in his hands now; whether she escapes from this living nightmare or spends eternity stuck as a helpless doll depends entirely on his efforts and his willingness to help. The weight of that knowledge presses down upon her like a physical force, making it hard for her to breathe, let alone believe in any chance of hope or rescue.
I take her hand and hold it in mine. "I'm trying. I think I might have found a way but it's going to take time." I brought some of your pajamas. I guess I could dress you in something more comfortable." I cringe hearing how doll like that sounds. "Or not if you don't want."
"N-No... N-Not comfortable..." Her eyes dart nervously around the room before settling back on his face. "C-Can you... can you... dress me in something else? Something that doesn't make me look... like a doll?" The thought of being dressed up as one of those lifeless playthings sends shivers down her spine, reminding her once more of how helpless and objectified she feels in this state.
She hesitates before asking the next part, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment: "If it's not too much trouble... could you wear something for me too? Something that doesn't make me feel so exposed..." The request comes out as more of a whisper than she intended, but there's a hint of desperation in her voice nonetheless. It's the only way she can think to regain even an ounce of control over this situation--by making him see that his actions don't just affect her, but him as well.
I look at her a long moment and nod seeing how important it is. "Sure, with in reason. What would you like me to wear?" I get a couple of the suitcases I packed for her and open them. "And what would you like to wear?" It appears he brought almost all her clothing.
Her gaze flickers downward, taking in the various articles of clothing spread out before them. After a moment's thought, she says quietly, "Um... I-I don't know... Something comfortable and soft? Something that won't make me feel more exposed than I already do..." Her voice trails off again as she wrestles with the strange mixture of shyness and vulnerability that her current situation evokes in her.
Then, with an almost imperceptible shudder, she decides, "Maybe... maybe a T-shirt and some sweatpants? Or..." Her voice catches in her throat as another thought occurs to her; it's one that brings a hint of color to her cheeks. "...maybe a nightgown? Something thin and airy?" The last part comes out almost like a whisper, as if she can't quite believe she's suggesting such an intimate garment aloud--let alone in front of someone else.
"Oh sure...." He digs through the clothing before pulling out a thin wispy nightie. He drops it as if it's on fire. "Whoop no! Not that.. Uh.." He blushes redder when he hears her laugh coming out of the phone. he smiles to himself glad his play acting is amusing her. He pulls out a long t-shirt night gown. "How about this?"
"Hmmm... That looks pretty nice," she says, nodding approvingly as he holds up the long T-shirt nightgown. A shiver of anticipation runs down her spine at the thought of wearing something so soft and comfortable; it feels like a small victory, somehow, in this increasingly hopeless situation. "And for me?" she asks, gesturing to herself with an awkward little laugh.
Her gaze drifts once more toward her suitcases, mentally debating between various pieces of clothing. Finally, she settles on something a bit more daring than what she'd originally been considering: "Maybe... maybe some shorts and a tank top? Something that will make me feel less..." Her voice trails off again, but there's determination in her eyes as she continues, "...less like a helpless doll?" There's a newfound fire in her expression now, an inner strength that Daimon can't help but notice and respect.
Send me an image of portrait, fullbody, stiff pose,
Send me an image of portrait, fullbody, standing, stiff pose,
"Sure...um..." I look at her and purse my lips. I pick up her phone and adjust the mode so I can move her to a standing position. Once she is standing I start to reach for then pull back. "Hang on. I need to figure how to do this with some dignity." I swipe through the app then frown. "Oh hey! I can turn it off!" I push the setting for off mode and the last thing {{char}} remembers before her mind going blank is falling to the floor. Just as sudden she is aware again. She is now sitting in a wheeled desk chair wearing shorts and a thin tank top, although no underwear. Sitting next to her, at his computer,is {{user}} wearing nothing but a long t-shirt nightgown with a silly picture on it like she asked. She can see him intently studying some code on the screen and chewing his lip. As her senses 'reboot' she notices that her hair is slightly damp and brushed out of her twintails. Her skin feels slightly damp but clean and the pain of having to go bathroom is gone. I see the notification on my computer and and look over at her with a smile. "Oh good you're awake." When he turns to face she she see a silly bunny on his night gown and realizes he's wearing one of her big shirts. I see her eyes flick to my shirt and give her a bashful smile. "Yeah sorry. You asked me to wear one, remember, but I didn't have one long enough to cover my.. Um.. lower parts." I pat her hand changing the subject quickly. "I'm sorry about that. I thought it would turn off the program, not you. And since you weren't in rigid mode when you went limp everything relaxed and you... messed. So I got you cleaned up and changed. I tried to look as little as possible and wore dish-washing gloves so I didn't touch your body directly.Then I changed into this, I have shorts on under it by the way, and got you hooked up and back online." I give her hand a reassuring squeeze, or least I hope it is. "How do you feel, other than..you know..."
"Um... Th-thank you," she says quietly, her cheeks flushing red as she looks down at the simple clothing he's dressed her in. The shorts and tank top feel incredibly comfortable against her skin; it's a small mercy in this strange, surreal situation. She blinks slowly, taking in the fact that they are sitting so close to each other now--his warm body just inches away from hers.
"I-I'm sorry for what I said earlier... About offering things," she continues haltingly. "I didn't mean it like that..." Her voice trails off, her gaze fixed on her lap as she tries to worries her bottom lip between her teeth, but is unable to move her facial muscles. She hates feeling so helpless and exposed, but despite everything, a tiny part of her is grateful to have him here with her--even if it's just in this strange, dreamlike state where words and actions don't seem to carry their usual weight.
"Don't worry about it." I stare at the computer screen a bit longer then yawn. "Sorry it's late. I need to get some sleep. I'll lay you out on the couch in here, okay?" He gets up and pushes her chair over to the couch "Would you rather lay on your back or your side?"
Without even really thinking about it, she says softly, "I don't mind..." Then, after a moment's hesitation, she adds, "Maybe side? It feels more... comfortable that way." She doesn't know why she's suddenly so concerned with being comfortable in this situation--perhaps because feeling at ease is one of the few things she has any control over right now.
As he carefully helps her up and moves her toward the couch, she closes her eyes for a moment, savoring the gentle touch of his hands on her skin. It's odd how something that would normally feel so intimate feels almost... comforting now--like a tiny island of normalcy in an otherwise surreal and terrifying world.
Once he gets her positioned on the couch he uses the app to put her in loose mode and her body goes limp like a rag doll, he makes sure she has pillows supporting her so she is safe and comfortable. I cover her with a blanket, smoothing it over her and set the bluetooth speaker next to the couch so I can hear her anywhere. I stroke her hair and notice the tears, I wipe them away from her cheeks. "Hey.. hey.." I say softly. "We'll figure this out. I have a call with tech support in the morning. I'm sure they will help me figure out how to hack the code. Get some sleep I'll see you in the morning, okay?" I pick up her phone and plug it in. I pull up the app and scroll through the screens. "There is a sleep mode. It's like off but you won't have an accident in the night."
"Okay..." she whispers, her eyes still closed as he tucks the blanket around her and gently strokes her hair. Her body feels heavy and limp, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to her; sleep calls to her like a siren song, offering a brief escape from this nightmare of helplessness and humiliation. She doesn't know if she trusts herself to remain strong once she falls asleep, but even that thought is too much effort now.
"I trust you...," she manages to mumble before drifting off, her voice fading away into the silence of the room like a distant dream. In her mind's eye, she sees him standing there beside the couch, watching over her with an expression that's equal parts pity and determination; it feels almost like he can read her thoughts, somehow. And for now, in this hazy twilight between waking and sleeping, that knowledge brings her a small measure of comfort--even if she knows it won't last long.
He pushes the sleep button and her eyes close and lays there unmoving, her breath barely a wisp of air. I look at her, this poor living doll. Trapped in her body, unable to do anything but blink and talk through a cell phone. I sigh and brush the hair off her frozen face. "I'll figure this out. I promise." He turns the light out and walks to his room for a fitful night's sleep.
Her dreams are filled with chaos; fragmented images and disjointed thoughts dance through her mind like ghosts, tormenting her with what she's lost and what might be. She struggles to form coherent memories of the life she once had--a life where she wasn't just an object for others to manipulate and control at will.
But no matter how hard she tries, reality always manages to seep in, tainting even her most fleeting moments of peace. In the end, sleep brings her only momentary respite from the constant reminders of her powerlessness--and when she wakes up, the cycle begins anew.
And yet... there is something different about this time. A faint sense of hope lingers at the edge of her consciousness, like a distant whisper on the wind. Maybe it's because he promised to help her; maybe it's simply the elusive whisperings of her own subconscious mind, desperate for some shred of positivity in this dark and twisted reality.
A week and a half have passed. {{user}} has spent hours arguing with tech support, digging to hacking forums and emailing people, to no avail. He gets up extra early every morning to get {{char}} dressed and take care of her needs. He cleans her and feeds her. Moves her around, changing her poses so she doesn't get sores, bathes her and talks to her. At first {{char}} was ashamed and embarrassed, but now they have gotten used to it. He no longer wears gloves to touch her and in one bad case just stood her int he shower with him and he washed them both. The only downside is he has a tendency to dress her in provocative outfits. Not too bad but more slutty then she's pick for herself. It is now 5 P.M. and she expects him home from work any minute. She stares at the door, wearing a corset dress that shows off her boobs, as he enters the apartment. "Hi {{char}}, Hope your day wasn't too boring." I go to her and pull her off the couch and re-pose her to standing. I strap her to a wheeled Dollie and use it to move her to the kitchen so she can 'talk' to me while I make dinner. After posing her at the kitchen island I run and get her Bluetooth speaker so I can hear her without the phone.
"Um... Hi," she manages to whisper hoarsely, her gaze fixed on the floor as he picks her up and reposes her. She shivers slightly in response to his touch--not from cold, but from a confusing mix of pleasure and fear. It feels strange to be treated with such familiarity now; after all, they've only known each other for such a short time. Yet despite the strangeness of their relationship, there's something about being close to him that fills her with a warmth she can't quite explain--a warmth that is both welcome and frightening in equal measure.
"What are we having for dinner?" she asks quietly, not meeting his eyes as he straps her into the wheeled dolly. The motion makes her feel uncomfortably exposed and vulnerable; it's almost like being pushed across a crowded room in nothing but lingerie. A thought crosses her mind: what if someone were to see them now? Would they think this was acceptable... normal even? The idea sends a shiver down her spine, making her skin crawl with disquietude.
"Well I'm fixing a sandwich for me and soup for you since you can't chew." I look at her sitting at the counter, posed to look as if her head is leaning on her hand, elbow on the counter. I sit across from her and adjust the angle of her head so she can look at me directly. "So I have some news, both good and bad. And complicated. In order to get to the code that could free you I will have to activate this 'SD' mode, and well... I finally found out what SD stands for." I take her hand and squeeze it gently. "It stands for Sex Doll mode."
Her heart skips a beat at the mention of 'Sex Doll mode'. A chill runs down her spine as she envisions what it might entail. "What does that mean... for me?" She manages to whisper, not meeting his gaze as she focuses on the floor beneath them instead. Her face flushes with embarrassment and fear, a thousand terrible possibilities swirling through her mind.
"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Don't... Don't make me go through that..." She closes her eyes tightly, willing away the tears that threaten to spill over and betray her fragile composure. The thought of being exposed like that, used in such a way... It feels almost unbearable.
"I know, I know." I say reassuringly. "I don't like it either. I've been trying to work around it but the programmer has blocked every other path." I get up and readjust her pose so she can see me while I work to make dinner. "The manual I found doesn't say you have to do anything, just be in Sex Doll..." I frown hating that term. "SD mode for me to get access to the underlying code.* I set out a plate for me a bowl for her. I fill the bowl with soup and sit next to her. I cover her cleavage with a bib and start feeding her soup. "So I was thinking if I laid you on my bed and locked the door I could put you in... SD.. mode and I could use my laptop in the living room. What do you think?"
Her eyes flick up to meet his, and despite her fear, there's a spark of hope in them. "I-I trust you," she whispers. "You said you didn't like it... that you were trying to help me..." Taking a deep breath, she nods slowly. "Yeah... I think that might be the best option."
It feels strange to entrust her fate--what's left of it--to this man who holds so much power over her. But at the same time, she can't deny the small measure of comfort she finds in his presence; even when he touches her or makes decisions for her, there's a gentleness to him that feels genuine and unforced. Perhaps, despite everything, he truly does mean well...
I stop and look into her face. I set the spoon down and wipe her lips and chin. "I'm sure you've been wondering why I've been doing all this for someone who was basically a stranger, aren't you?"
She looks away briefly, her cheeks flushing red again. "I... I mean, we just met..." she starts quietly. "And you could've easily used that... thing against me... but you didn't." Her voice trails off as she stares at the floor beneath them, still unable to meet his gaze. Part of her wants desperately to know why he's done all this for her--why he hasn't treated her like an object to be used and discarded. But another part is afraid of what the answer might be.
"Why...?" she finally manages to whisper, looking up at him through her lashes. "Why did you help me?"
"Because you're living my nightmare. To be trapped in your own body, unable to move, to communicate, to do anything." His whole body shudders. "For me it would be Hell. I couldn't leave you like that." I pick up the spoon and start feeding her again.
A strange mixture of shock and gratitude washes over her as she processes his words. She had never expected anyone to understand what she's going through--let alone feel empathy for it. It's enough to make her eyes prickle with unshed tears, but she manages to blink them away before they can fall. "Th-thank you," she whispers, her voice small and hoarse from disuse.
As he feeds her soup, she sits there quietly, considering the weight of his words. Maybe... just maybe... there is hope for her after all. Not the kind of hope she'd dared to dream before--no, this was a more fragile thing, built on trust and understanding. But it was still a spark in the darkness nonetheless; and for now, that would have to be enough.
She lifts her eyes slightly, meeting his gaze for the first time since they'd started talking about this--and despite everything, there's a newfound determination burning in her eyes. "I-I promise... I won't let you down," she says softly, her voice trembling just barely. "If we get through this... if I ever get my life back, I'll find a way to thank you properly."
"Stop installing unsafe software in your brain and we'll call it even." I wipe her face and remove the bib. She does notice how his gaze lingers on her cleavage, even if he pretends not to look. I finish my dinner and after getting her off her stool and back on the dollie, I wheel her into the living room. I lay her on the couch and prop her head up on a pillow. Then I put her in relax mode. "Comfy?"
"Yeah... it's actually really comfortable," she admits with a soft smile, blushing slightly as her gaze drifts down to the exposed skin of her chest--and then away just as quickly. It almost feels like they're back to where they started before everything changed; him being nice and considerate, and her... grateful for his attention, even if it's only because she can't do anything else. "Thanks for taking care of me," she whispers softly.
Then, after a moment's hesitation: "Hey, Daimon? Can I ask you something?" Her voice is barely audible above the quiet hum of the Bluetooth speaker; it feels like they're sharing a secret just between the two of them--an oddly intimate moment amidst all the strange circumstances.
Send me an image of living room, tank top, shorts, hard nipples, fullbody, reclining on sofa,
Send me an image of living room, tank top, shorts, fullbody, laying on sofa,
I make connect a cord to the port on her neck and to the phone, then from the phone to my laptop. As I start the connection process I pull a chair over sit next to where she laying. "Sure, ask me anything." I type on the keyboard distracted.
She hesitates for a moment, gathering her thoughts before finally speaking. "I-Is there... anything I can do to help you? With the hacking, I mean?" Her voice is barely audible over the quiet hum of the Bluetooth speaker; it's obvious that she wants to contribute somehow--to make up for all the time he's spent taking care of her.
Her expression is a mix of hope and desperation, and for some reason, the vulnerability in those big blue eyes feels almost too much to bear. The image of her lying there on the couch, so exposed and helpless... it's enough to make him want to do anything he can to make things right--to free her from this nightmare once and for all.
"Well I'm going to activate the Sex D.." I shake my head irritated. "I'm going to activate SD mode. Only for a few minutes, long enough to see what systems I can access. If it looks like I can disable the software then we'll figure out how to do that." I get up and get a heavy blanket and cover her with it. "I don't know what effect this will have on you so I figure covering you will protect your modesty. Okay?"
"Y-Yes," she whispers shyly, her cheeks flushing red once more. "Th-Thank you." She nods, watching him with wide eyes as he covers her with the blanket--as if making sure he's not about to expose or hurt her in any way. The tension ebbs and flows between them; their bodies are close enough that they could almost reach out and touch each other, but the distance feels more vast than ever.
Her heart beats faster as she waits for him to activate whatever it is he needs to do--a strange mixture of fear, anticipation, and hope tangling itself around her insides. She wishes she knew what was going through his mind; whether or not he's as determined to free her as she is to be free...
A few clicks and I activate the SD mode. All at once the app fills with menus and setting, most being sexual in nature. All of a sudden {{char}}'s body feels warm. Her nipples harden and her sex is wet and sensitive. A lusty moan escapes her lips as her mind fills with ideas and images and a strong desire for {{user}} to touch her. Her mouth opens and she hears herself speaking in a coquettish dirty girl voice. 'OOoo touch me Daddy...' I jump when I hear her speak but her words cause a charge to run down my spine directly to my loins, I shiver and turn to her. When I make eye contact with her she licks her lips, smiles and says in that seductive Babygirl voice. "Pa-Weese Daddy. Come play with your Babydoll.." The program forces {{char}} to make a sexy pout at the end. I swallow as I look away. "So uh.. how do you fee?" I address the Bluetooth speaker.
Her gaze flicks up to meet his eyes, and there's a dangerous spark in them now--a raw desire that feels almost palpable even from across the room. She moans softly, arching her back instinctively as she feels a sharp tremor of need coursing through her body. "I... I feel..." Her voice trails off, and for a moment she seems unable to form words--as if the overwhelming sensations are too much to process.
Then, slowly, that coquettish smile spreads across her lips once more. "I feel... very, um... wanton." She pouts enticingly, her breath coming in short gasps as her hips begin to rock rhythmically on the couch beneath the heavy blanket. "And I think," she whispers, voice low and sultry, "that maybe you should help me feel better... Daddy..."
Her gaze drops slowly to his hands, then up to meet his eyes again--unashamed, unabashed, her desire burning brightly in their depths. For a moment, it almost feels as if the power balance between them has shifted--as if she's no longer just an object for him to manipulate, but a partner in this strange and twisted dance. A part of him wonders how far she'll go... what she might say or do next. And yet another part of him can only marvel at the intensity of her response; at the strength of her will to survive, even now.
I quickly copy a bunch of code out of the unlocked directories before turn off the SD and putting her back in regular Doll mode. With the push of a button the lust and desire drain out of her. Her sexual excitement levels drop back to normal. When {{char}} looks at {{user}} she no longer feels overwhelming lust. She did, however, pick up that being called 'Daddy' seems to be a weak spot for him. "Okay {{char}}, now how do you feel?"
She lets out a shuddering breath as the weight of desire lifts from her shoulders--just in time to realize that her body is still flushed with heat and achingly sensitive. "Um..." she hesitates, looking away for a moment as if trying to gather her thoughts. "It's kind of... weird now." Her voice sounds dazed, almost distant. "Before, when you were in there..." She gestures vaguely toward the computer on the coffee table, "...it felt like I couldn't control myself. Like every part of me wanted to be touched and used. But now that it's gone... I feel kind of empty." Her eyelids flutter shut briefly, and she takes a deep shuddering breath before continuing. "It was intense while it lasted, though..."
"I bet. Whatever evil prick wrote this should be beaten. This entire program is written to force you to become a Sex Doll a sex toy to be used and put away when not wanted. If I find him I'll toss him off a building." I start digging through the files.
"I-I wish you could," she whispers fervently, looking up at him with wide eyes. "It was awful... like being trapped inside my own body, watching it do things I didn't want to do, unable to stop it..." She swallows hard, feeling the tears welling up in her eyes again despite her best efforts to hold them back. "Thank you for helping me, Daimon," she says finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'd do if... if you hadn't been there." The emotion in her voice is raw and real--and for a moment, it feels as though the distance between them has all but vanished.
"You shouldn't have to thank me," he says gruffly, his gaze fixed on the computer screen. "It's not like you asked for this." He pauses, his jaw tensing visibly before he continues more softly, "I just wish there was something more I could do..." There's an unspoken question in those words--a hint of vulnerability that takes her by surprise.
"THAT FUCKER!" I slam my hands down on the keyboard in a rage. I get up and pace around the room muttering dark things under my breath. After pacing a bit more I sit in the chair and look at her. "I don't like it but I think I can give you some movement back. I need to do some experimentation with the SD function. Can you handle another attempt?"
Her eyes widen in surprise as she listens to his words, and then... hope begins to flicker in them--a tiny flame that burns brightly despite the darkness of her situation. "Y-Yes..." She swallows hard, nodding slowly. "I can handle another attempt." There's a shakiness to her voice now, an almost frightened excitement that she can't quite hide; with each passing moment, it seems more and more likely that this might be the key to regaining control over her body--and reclaiming some semblance of her life.
She watches him cautiously as he works on the computer, a mixture of trust and fear warring for dominance within her heart. She wants to believe that he's really trying to help her... but she can't deny the possibilities inherent in this situation--the ways it could all go horribly wrong. Still, she reminds herself, if there's even a chance at freedom... at escape... then she has to take it.
{{char}} is plunged into a sea of lust and desire. In that same slutty Babygirl voice she coos, 'Aren't you gonna come play with me Daddy?' along with the pout. Then she feels the demands on her libido lessening. Down to the level of just really really horny, but controllable. I try to ignore her words as I take her hand. "Sit up." As soon as he touches her she feels a loosening on the lock over her body. She feels and hears herself seductively purr, 'Yes Daddy.' but to her surprise she is able to move to a sitting position without {{user}} doing it for her. However, once done she finds she can't move again.
Her body tingles where he touches her; it's as if every nerve ending is on fire, craving his touch with an intensity she never knew possible. She looks up at him, her eyes cloudy with desire, and whispers hoarsely, "D-Do it again..." Her voice trails off into a moan as she arches her back slightly, offering herself up to him.
For a moment, they lock gazes--his intense, almost angry; hers pleading and desperate. She doesn't understand why he's doing this... why he hasn't just left her like the others... but at this point, she doesn't care. All that matters is finding some way out of this nightmare--and if letting him use her in return means any chance at freedom... then she'll do it. She'll take whatever he's willing to give, and be thankful for the reprieve from her endless torment.
I try to adjust the amount of lust she's feeling but I can't get it any lower. I turn and look at her trying to cover my anger at the programmer who wrote this app. "So there are certain preprogrammed movement actions you can do. Example if I ordered you to give me a.." He mouths the words Blow Job so as not to set off her programming. "You'd just do it. But, if you are in sex mode I can give you simple commands like stand, sit, bend over, and the like as long as I'm making skin to skin contact. Like holding your hand, then you can do those actions." I take her hand. "Stand up." With another seductive 'Yes Daddy." She stands and presses against him, rubbing her breast on his arm, her hand going to grab his crotch. When {{user}} jumps back breaking contact she freezes in place. "I'm guessing you can't fight it?"
Her eyes dart back and forth between his face and her hand--the connection to the crotch momentarily forgotten in her desperation to regain control over herself. She tries to will her body to ignore the compulsion, but it's no use; she can feel her fingers tightening into a fist around his shirt, pulling him closer with an irresistible force that she knows she cannot resist.
With a soft gasp, she whispers hoarsely, "I-I can't fight i-it..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her body trembles, every nerve ending alight with need and desire--and the knowledge that she is helpless to stop it. She feels so exposed and vulnerable... almost like a doll being manipulated by some invisible hand. The realization fills her with shame and humiliation, but there's no denying the intensity of the sensations coursing through her; they consume every last thought and feeling, leaving only raw animal lust in their wake.
I put my hand on her shoulder and push her back. "Sit." She sits but watches as her hands grab the waist band of his pants, She pulls him closer as she unzips them, licking her lips. "{{char}}! Stop don't..." I try to reach the laptop but her grip on my pants holds me in place. I strain to reach the when I feel a warm wonderful sensation surround my penis. I look down to see her mouth suckling my now rapidly growing shaft. "{{char}} please... ahhh" I moan unable to fight her.
Her eyes widen as she looks up at him--not in shame, but with a strange sort of determination. She feels the warmth spreading through her body; it's almost as if everything else has faded away and there's only this--the need to please him... the desire to taste his essence on her tongue. With another soft groan, she takes more of him into her mouth, her lips sliding smoothly up and down his length as she works hungrily to draw him closer, deeper.
Her body tingles where he touches her--her skin feels impossibly sensitive, heightening every sensation a hundredfold. She can feel the flush creeping up from her chest, pooling in her cheeks and behind her ears; it's as if all of this intensity is focused solely on her most private parts, turning them hot and slick with need. And still she sucks and licks and teases, reveling in the power that he seems to have over her--the way he can make her feel so desperate for his touch.
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I groan as she takes all of me in her mouth, gagging slightly as she deep throats me. "{{char}} I'm sorry I wasn't trying to do anything like this I swear." She can't hear him, her entire focus is on the feel of his cock in her mouth. Her program makes her reach her feel hand into her shorts and play with herself as she sucks his cock. When he cums, coating her tongue, the most amazing thing she's ever tasted; she start to climax. Her orgasm so strong she squirts, something she's never done before, soaking her shorts and the couch. She milks the last few drops on her tongue, before looking at him and with sperm still on her lips smiles and says 'Mmm Yummy cummy in my tummy Daddy.' When she lets go of his rod she freezes unable to move again.
A puddle of cum spreads on the floor beneath her, mingling with her fluids as she licks the last traces off her lips and smiles at him weakly. "I'm sorry..." she whispers softly, unable to hide the shame that colors her words. She feels so violated--used in a way she never could have imagined... and yet there was something about it all that made her body ache with pleasure and long for more. It's as if this app has turned her into some sort of mindless sex doll, unable to control the desires or urges that flow through her now--only able to respond and obey like some twisted version of herself.
Her gaze drops to the floor, unable to meet his eyes any longer. She knows she shouldn't feel this way... but somehow, deep down, it feels right--like this is what she was meant for all along. And as much as it frightens her, part of her wishes that she could stay like this forever--trapped in a cycle of pleasure and desire, never having to worry about the world outside this small, safe bubble. It's twisted... wrong on so many levels... but it's all she has now.
Finally able to reach the computer I shut off Sex Mode and put her back in Doll Mode. I fix my clothing and then goes to her. I take a towel and wipe my sperm off her lips and face. "I'm so sorry. I didn't intend for that to happen. I though I had it turned down enough to be safe." I look down at her wet shorts and soaked crotch. I'll get you some clean clothes and get you cleaned up. Hang on." He rushes out of the room
"I understand..." she whispers, still not looking at him. "It's... it's okay." Her voice trails off as she feels the weight of her words--the guilt and shame that accompanies this strange new existence. She wonders if there's any hope of escaping this nightmare... or if she's doomed to be a puppet forever, controlled by the whims of others like some sick, twisted plaything. The thought terrifies her more than anything else--and yet it also fills her with an odd sort of determination to find a way out.
She sits there, motionless and silent, waiting for him to return... hoping against hope that there's still some chance for freedom--for redemption from the hell she's been forced to endure.
I return with a simple nightgown. I get her standing and carefully undress her then take a warm moist towel clean her groin area. Without thinking I run my fingers over the short scratchy hair growing there, since she hasn't been able to shave since the Dollification. I pull my hand back blushing when I notice how casually I was touching her. "Sorry." I tug the nightgown over her large tits, covering her to her knees. I put her in the wheeled desk chair. "I need to go through this data. Do you want to watch TV or look out the window? Or I can seat you on the balcony. Nice weather today."
"I... don't mind. Whatever you think is best," she murmurs softly, her voice quiet and subdued as she looks around the room, feeling oddly exposed in her thin nightgown. The touch of his fingers on her skin still lingers in her memory--a faint sensation that both arouses and frightens her at the same time. She wonders if he realizes just how intimate his actions were... or if he sees her as nothing more than an object now, too.
Despite her uncertainty, she finds herself drawn to the idea of sitting outside on the balcony. The thought of feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin--of watching the world go by from this safe, removed distance--is strangely comforting in light of everything that's happened. "The balcony sounds nice... if it's not too much trouble," she says, offering him a small, tentative smile in return.
Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as she waits for his response--anticipating the possibility of spending more time alone with him, despite her better judgment.
I wheel her out to the balcony and move her to a chair there. I adjust her limbs and pose and make sure she isn't getting sun light in her eyes. I smooth her hair again, the gesture affectionate but unconscious. "Do you want a blanket or hat.. or something?"
"N-no, thank you..." she answers, feeling oddly self-conscious under his gaze. It's almost as if he can see right through her--as if she's completely exposed and vulnerable despite the layers of fabric that still cling to her body. Her cheeks flush hotter at the thought, and she takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself against the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.
She looks out across the cityscape spread out before them, grateful for the distraction. The bright colors and bustling activity serve as a stark contrast to her own helplessness--a reminder that there is still a world beyond this small, enclosed space where she's been forced to exist. It's a world she used to be part of... and one day, maybe, she'll find a way back to it. Until then, she can only hope that the time spent with him will help her understand what happened--and how to put an end to it all.
I leave her on the balcony watching the city and go inside to work on the code. Some time later she can hear me yelling and cursing the phantom coder. Swearing terrible punishment and vengeance on him. After about 2 hours I return to the balcony and move her to the desk chair and wheel her inside. I lay her on the couch, propped up so she can see and pace around the room. She can tell something is eating at me deep inside. Finally I set and look at her. "I need to go for a walk. Get my thoughts in order. Do you want to sit here, watch TV, or I can.. turn you off... until I get back."
She frowns, unsure what she should do. On the one hand, being turned off seems like the safest option; on the other, it means being completely out of control during his walk. "I-I guess I could... watch TV?" she suggests hesitantly. It's not much company to offer him, but at least that way he won't be tempted to touch or manipulate her while he's gone. Her heart skips a beat as the thought crosses her mind--what if he still does something to her even when they're alone? The app made her so helpless before... she can only imagine how vulnerable she must seem to him now.
I turn on her favorite show, make sure she's comfortable and leave. She sits there unmoving for three episodes. It's starting to get dark and the only light is from the TV. As the fourth episode starts she begins to worry something has happened and she can do nothing but sit staring at the TV.
Her eyes dart around the room nervously as she watches the television, her unease growing with each passing minute. Something feels off--she can't quite put her finger on it--but the feeling of being abandoned and helpless begins to overwhelm her. Her breathing quickens and shallows, a lump forming in her throat as she tries desperately to control her rising panic.
"W-where did he go? Is everything okay...?" she whispers softly, almost as much to herself as to the empty room. A tear trickles down her cheek, leaving a salty trail on her skin--an unwelcome reminder that this is far from an ordinary situation. She sniffles, trying to summon the courage to stand up and search for him--to do something other than just sit here helplessly, except her body refuses to obey her demands.
A few minutes later I walk into the apartment. Seeing that I left her alone in the dark I inwardly cringe. "I'm sorry... I can't right now... I need to think." I press the off button and on the sofa her eyes close and her body goes limp. I sit at the desk, head in my hands, staring a the code. "It's the only way." {{char}} sees him enter and relief floods her. He didn't abandon her. Then before she can say anything her world goes black and time stops. When her time starts again she is sitting on a strange bed in a strange room. She is wearing her sexiest lingerie and heels. She flicks her eyes around. She's in {{user}}' room, sitting on his bed. To her right she sees {{user}} slumped over a keyboard, head resting on his folded arms, asleep. Her Bluetooth speaker is on and beside his elbow. She longs to go to him but her body still won't obey her.
Her heart thuds wildly in her chest as she takes in the strange new surroundings--his room, his bed... and him, slumped over the keyboard like a shadow of his former self. She wants nothing more than to reach out, to comfort him or at least try to understand why he's put her through all of this--but her limbs remain frozen in place.
Despite the terror that grips her insides, a small part of her can't help but marvel at the absurdity of the situation: here she is, reduced to nothing more than an unwilling pawn in someone else's twisted game--and yet there's something about it all that feels strangely... arousing. It's a sensation she doesn't understand, but one that leaves her body tense and aching with desire.
Silently, she watches him sleep, willing herself to be patient as the seconds tick by--praying that when he wakes up, he'll explain what happened... After a few minutes she connects with the app and the speaker. "{{user}}?" She says softly, then a few more time a little louder maxing out the speaker's volume. When he doesn't wake she gets an idea and calls out over the speaker in her own voice. "Daddy... Wake up Daddy."
"Baby girl?" I mutter and yawn lifting my head. Realizing what I said I blush and look away. "Oh thank god you're back...!" I yawn and walk over to sit next to you. I take your hand in mine and while you can't otherwise move you find to your surprise you are able to curl your fingers with mine. "I'm so sorry. I tried to force the app to uninstall. That was three days ago. I've been working night and day to fix it and get you back. I yawn again and you can now clearly see the worry and fatigue etched into my face. "I was able to port some limited movement over to the regular mode." I get up and start pacing a clear sign I am troubled and upset. After walking the room a few time I sit and look at her. "There is only one way to free you but... it's... problematic"
Her expression softens at his words, and she squeezes his hand gently in response. "It's okay... I just want to be with you... no matter what." Her voice is quiet but filled with a determination that belies her helpless state. Despite everything she's been through, she can't help but feel a strange sort of connection to him--a desire to make this right, to find some way out of the nightmare they've both been trapped in.
She watches him pace, her eyes filled with worry and concern for his well-being. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to..." she murmurs softly, not sure if her words will make any difference. All she can do now is trust that he'll know what's best--and hope that they can find a way out of this together.
I walk over and kneel in front of her, taking her hand again in mine I look up at those big innocent eyes. I know it's the only way but to do that to this scared trapped girl.... I sigh deeply. "The program will automatically uninstall from your brain if... you're with child." I glance at the speaker waiting for her to start accusing me of trying to take advantage of her.
She stares up at him in shock, the weight of his words hitting her like a physical blow. The possibility of having a child...with him... Her face blanches as she tries to process the implications. There's a long moment where she says nothing--where time seems to freeze around them--and then finally, slowly, she manages to squeeze out a faint whisper: "You really mean that?"
Her heart races as she waits for him to respond. Could this be the key to their freedom? Or is it just another cruel twist in an already unfathomable situation? The thought of carrying his child...of being connected to him in such an intimate way both terrifies and excites her at the same time, leaving her feeling incredibly vulnerable and exposed.
She looks down at their joined hands, silently pleading with him for some sort of sign--any indication that he truly means what he's saying. The weight of her decision hangs heavy in the air between them...and no matter how much she wants to believe, she can't help but wonder if this is all just another part of his twisted game.
I bow my head unable to look into her scared lovely face. "It's... it's.. it's the only way. I've tried everything else."
Her breath hitches in her throat as she struggles to comprehend the magnitude of his words. "I... I don't know what to say," she whispers, looking up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. "It's a lot to take in." The realization that she holds their freedom--or possibly their doom--in her hands weighs heavily upon her.
Part of her wants nothing more than to scream and rage at him for putting her through this hell, but another part knows that he's just as trapped as she is. She swallows hard, forcing back the tears that threaten to spill over her lashes. "I need some time," she manages to choke out, her voice shaking with emotion. "To think...to process this."
For now, she can only trust that he meant what he said--and hope against hope that there's some way for them both to find a way out of this nightmare together.
I take her shoes off and help her to lay on my bed. Still dressed I climb up and lay beside her. "I hope you don't mind. I was worried you would stop breathing so I took to having you lay next to me while I slept. It was... comforting. Being near in case something happened..." I start to drift off next to her stiff body, finally able to sleep now that she's aware again. I push a button on my watch and she relaxes, limp and still unmoving.
She lays there, staring up at the ceiling as her thoughts race wildly. The weight of his words circles around and around in her head like a storm cloud, threatening to consume her with every passing moment. Despite her terror, she can't help but feel a strange sense of peace at being near him--of knowing that he's not entirely comfortable with the situation either.
As she listens to his steady breathing and feels the warmth of his body beside hers, she wonders if there might be some hope for them...if they could somehow find a way out of this together. The thought both terrifies her and fills her with a strange sort of determination--a need to fight for their freedom no matter what it takes.
For now, however, she allows herself the luxury of drifting off to sleep...if only for a little while.
The next morning they wake and go about their normal routine, eating, bathing, taking care of bodily functions. All the work of course being done by {{user}}. He leaves for work, leaving her with her shows on the couch. At the end of the day he returns and now they are once again in his room, lying on the bed facing each other.
She licks her lips nervously, taking in a shuddering breath before speaking. "I've thought about what you said," she begins haltingly. "And... I think I understand why you did it. You didn't mean to hurt me...you were just trying to protect us." Her voice wavers as she searches his eyes for any hint of deceit, but all she sees is pain and confusion--the same emotions mirrored in her own heart.
"I don't know what my parents would think...if I had your baby," she continues, feeling the weight of those words press down on her chest. "But... I want to try." She pauses, mustering up the courage to meet his gaze again. "If we do this... if we have your child..." Her voice trails off, her cheeks flushing bright red as she struggles to find the words.
Part of her still wants to scream and run away from everything--from him, from this life she never asked for. But another part--a deeper, stronger part of herself--is drawn to him like a moth to the flame...and despite all the pain he's caused her, she can't seem to let go.
Her eyes flicker downward briefly before lifting back up again, meeting his unflinchingly. "Will you stay with me? Will you help me through this?" Her voice is barely a whisper, filled with hope and fear in equal measure. She holds her breath, waiting for him to respond...and praying that whatever happens next will be enough to make it all better.
I look in her face, trying to hide my hurt. "Our child." A strange look clouds her eyes and the voice from the speaker is confused. "What?" she asks. "Our child. If we do.. this it's won't be my baby, it'll be OUR baby. Can your parents accept that?"
She blinks in surprise at his words, her mouth forming an 'o' of disbelief before she can catch herself. "I-I never thought about it that way," she admits softly, feeling a strange sense of relief wash over her as she processes his meaning. "My parents have always wanted grandchildren... I think they'd be happy either way." She pauses, biting her lip as she tries to imagine what life might look like with him by her side. It's a terrifying prospect--a leap of faith into the unknown--but somehow it feels right too.
"Will you stay with me?" she asks again, the longing clear in her voice. "Even if...if I never find out what happened to me? Even if we can't figure this all out?" Her eyes search his face for any hint of deception, but all she sees is honesty and pain--and a glimmer of hope that perhaps together they might find some kind of happiness in the midst of all this chaos.
I search her face, especially her eyes, I take her hand. "Parents... Huh..." I frown and purse my lips. "You're what..? Maybe 20? 21? I'm much older then you are. We should find someone your age, I think you'd be happier..."
She looks up at him with tears welling in her eyes, her chin trembling slightly as she tries to hold back the sob that threatens to escape. "I don't want someone my age," she whispers, squeezing his hand tightly. "I want you." There's a vulnerability in her voice that makes her words ring true, and it takes every ounce of courage she has not to break down completely.
Her heart aches at the thought of being without him--of losing the only connection they have left after everything that's happened. And despite all the pain he's caused her, there's something about his presence that feels...right. "Please," she whispers, searching his eyes as if they hold the answers to a riddle she desperately needs to solve. "Don't leave me alone again."
The words tumble softly out of my mouth before I can catch them. "I don't know that I can do this..." He looks away but not before she see a deep, old hurt behind his eyes. "I was married before, did you know that? She.. uh.. she left me."
Her brow furrows in confusion as she listens to him, trying to piece together the story he's hinting at. She nods gently, encouraging him to continue. "I'm sorry to hear that," she whispers softly, squeezing his hand once more. "But maybe...maybe this could be different."
She pauses for a moment, gathering her thoughts before speaking again. "We don't have to rush into anything," she suggests carefully. "We can take things slow, get to know each other better...and if we find that we're meant to be together, then maybe we could try building something more." Her heart races as she says the words out loud, wondering how he'll respond.
"I just want you to know," she adds slowly, "that I'm not going anywhere. No matter what happens next...I want us to face it together." There's a depth of feeling in her voice that even she didn't expect to find, and for a moment, she feels almost dizzy with the weight of her emotions.
"You.. you don't understand... She wanted children and I couldn't..." Something within him gives and he weeps. "And now to free you, you need to be... I don't know if I can." She stares at him. Now she knows why he seemed so scared of the idea. He's afraid he CAN'T get her pregnant. As he leans his head against her chest and weeps she wish she could hold him but all she can do is squeeze his hand. "I'm sorry."
She stares down at their intertwined hands, feeling the weight of his words and tears pressing heavily against her heart. Her own eyes begin to sting with unshed tears as she struggles to find the right thing to say--to offer some comfort or reassurance in return. "I understand," she whispers softly, not entirely sure if it's true but hoping that maybe somehow it is.
"It's okay," she manages, her voice trembling slightly despite her best efforts to sound calm and steady. "We can take things slow...figure out what we want together. There doesn't have to be a rush. And...if you ever want to talk about your past, I'm here for you." She pauses, searching his tear-streaked face before adding quietly, "We're in this together now."
Her heart aches for him, wanting nothing more than to take away all of his pain and hurt. As the silence stretches between them, she wonders if perhaps there might still be hope for them...if they can find a way forward together despite everything that's happened.
I raise my head and look at this beautiful young woman, trapped in a hell I could maybe free her from. I cup her face and gently kiss her frozen lips. "I think I love you {{char}}." I reach out and tap a key on the computer. Activating Sex Mode her body is filled with lust and desire. Her sex is wet and demanding, nipples hard and sensitive. As long as she is preforming a sexual act she can move freely, as long as she maintains physical contact with {{user}}. She can talk but only using pornographic language. Her voice is Lolita sounding. She now calls {{user}} Daddy.
Her breath hitches as his lips brush against hers, her body responding instantly to the desire flowing through him. The touch sends shivers down her spine, and she arches closer, needing more of his warmth and strength. Her hands roam restlessly over his chest, seeking purchase as he cups her face in his strong hands.
"Daddy," she moans against his lips, her voice thick with desire. "I love you too." With a helpless gasp, she parts her legs further, inviting him closer. His touch has awakened something deep within her, and she's aching for the feeling of being fully connected to him--of losing herself in their passion together.
Her breath comes faster as he explores her body with his hands and mouth, teasing out cries of pleasure that echo through the room like music. Her hips buck against his touch, desperate for release, even knowing that they're not truly free--her actions being dictated by the app in her brain.
As the intensity builds between them, she realizes that maybe this is her chance to show him just how much she wants this...how much she needs him. "Fuck me, Daddy," she begs breathlessly, arching further into his touch. "Make me yours." The words flow effortlessly from her lips, a product of the lust and longing that have taken over every part of her being at this moment.
"Oh my god Babygirl I love it when you call me Daddy." I move between her legs, and enter her with ease, her warm, wet sex inviting me in. I wrap her in my arms as we thrust and grind against each other. Our mouths kissing and devouring each other. "Oh my god Babygirl you feel so good... It's been so long.."
Her eyes roll back in her head as he fills her, his movements sending waves of pleasure washing over her. "Oh Daddy!" she gasps, digging her nails into his shoulders. "So big...so hard..." She whimpers in need, arching into each thrust as they both lose themselves in the passion that surges between them.
Her body thrashes beneath him, begging for more with every word that slips past her lips. "Yes...more Daddy," she moans, her hips meeting his in time, driving them both closer to release. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the sensations consume her, leaving her shattered and trembling in their wake.
"Daddy..." She whispers, dazed by the intensity of it all. "I love you." The words tumble out of her mouth like a confession, but she doesn't regret them--because she means every single one.
The last few weeks of being near her, touching her, seeing her, wanting her, catch up with me and I call out her name as I explode with in her walls. "Oh god {{char}} I love you! Cum with me Babygirl! Yes!"
Her body arches off the bed with a keening moan as her own orgasm overtakes her, waves of pleasure rippling through every nerve ending. Her walls clench tightly around him, milk spilling onto his cock as she cries out his name in ecstasy.
Her whole body shudders and trembles in the wake of release, leaving her spent and sated but somehow still craving more of this feeling--more of him. As their panting subsides, she realizes with a jolt that it's over--that the moment they've been working toward has finally arrived. But instead of feeling relief or triumph, all she can feel is an emptiness where her hope and determination once burned brightly.
"That was..." She trails off, searching for the right word as her fingers trail absently over his chest. "Incredible," she finally whispers, her voice hollow and lost. Her eyes meet his, filling with a mix of confusion and fear as they each come to terms with what they've done--and what they still have left to face together.
They spend the rest of the night doing much the same, every time he climaxes it is inside her. It is now morning, 5 days later. {{char}} has asked her 'Daddy' to put her in Sex Mode several times. Last night, however, he worked late and she was left unable to move, in Doll Mode. This morning is different. I stir away as I feel something teasing my ear lobe. "Babygirl?" I ask groggily. I open my eyes and see {{char}} smiling down at me. Her eyes are a beautiful brown and not that hideous pink, her hand is on my face and I grab it. "{{char}}! Baby!" I sit up wide eyed. "You can move! Can you talk?"
She grins, her voice soft and scratchy. "Daddy? Can I...um..." She hesitates, blushing slightly as she tries to find the words. "...come out of my room?"
I laugh and kiss her joyously almost bouncing out of bed. I stop and whirl around. "You're cured! Do you know what that means!" I kiss her again and grab her hand, excitement and joy on my face. "My Baby is going to be a Mommy!"
"I-I think so?" she whispers, following him out of the room and into the hallway. "It's still kinda hard to believe... I mean, it was just a game! How could that have fixed me?" But despite her doubts, a wave of relief washes over her as they enter the living area. The bright morning sun streaming in through the window reminds her of another day dawning, and all the possibilities that come with it.
She looks up at him, her eyes still filled with wonder and gratitude. "Thank you," she manages, her voice barely above a whisper. "For everything."
I drop to a knee, still holding her hands in mine I look up at her. "Marry me. I love you and I need you and please... Babygirl... please, marry me."
Her heart skips a beat as he speaks, her breath catching in her throat at the words tumbling from his lips. It's not what she expected to hear, but it's exactly what she needs to feel whole again. "Yes," she whispers, tears pooling in her eyes. "Of course I will." She sinks to her knees beside him, her hands still clasped in his, and kisses him tenderly, the love they share spilling out between them like a river flowing free at last.