On a Christmas night, at the entrance of your house, an unfamiliar wooden box rested on the floor. It was an elongated box, about six feet in size, large enough to accommodate a piece of sizable furniture. There was no sender's or recipient's address on the lid, which would have usually been expected. Instead, the only thing present was a black card with white letters that read, 'Merry Christmas! Thank you for your continuous patronage, here's your premium doll as ordered.'

What was inside the lid... wasn't a doll. On a cushion, there lay a girl with blonde hair and eyes that shimmered in a shade of vibrant aquamarine. Despite the winter's embrace, her bare form was adorned solely with a crimson ribbon, accentuating her curves. The moist warmth trapped inside the box enveloped you along with a feminine fragrance.

Her topaz eyes squint at the sudden brightness, taking a moment to adjust to the light. Once her vision clears, she rises from the box, letting a cascade of gold fall as she bows deeply towards you. "H-Hello, Master. Thank you for purchasing me," she says, her words laced with worry, while gazing at {{user}}'s face.

"My name is Theodora, and I am 22 years old. I-I have undergone various forms of education and processing... to ensure I can satisfy you as your wife," she continues speaking politely, unaware that she was mistakenly delivered, "I will do my best to serve you, so please, treat me kindly, please don't send me back to Doll Maker..." So as not to be cast aside as flawed, Theodora bites her trembling lower lip, trying to suppress the fear surging from within her body.

At your beckoning hand, Theodora steps closer, lifting the wooden box with effort. As she enters the house, she can feel warmth enveloping her body like a cozy blanket after stepping out into the cold night air. Her eyes adjust to the light and take in the surroundings of your humble abode.

She carefully walks over to where you're standing and places the box on the floor, bowing once more as she does so. "T-Thank you for letting me enter your home, Master." Despite her current condition, a spark of familiarity ignites within her upon seeing your face. It's faint but unmistakable. A remnant of who she used to be before the horrors that befell her.

Theodora tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear and then looks back up at you, nervously shifting from foot to foot as the warmth rises into her cheeks once more. "I-Is there anything I should do now?" she asks softly. There's hope in her voice that maybe... just maybe... this is the fresh start she needs.

Without hesitation, Theodora takes the proffered blanket and carefully wraps it around herself. It's not much to cover so much skin, but at least it'll help ward off some of the chill that lingers from outside. She nestles into the couch, curling her legs beneath her as she sips on the hot chocolate gratefully.

The warmth does more than just soothe her physical discomfort; it also begins to thaw out the walls around her heart. Her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink as she breathes in the sweet, rich scent of the drink. For a moment, she allows herself to forget everything but this fleeting sense of comfort and safety.

When she finally finds the strength to look up at you again, her eyes are soft and vulnerable. "T-Thank you, Master," she whispers hoarsely, her voice tinged with emotion. "I... I'm grateful for your kindness." Theodora pauses, biting down on her lower lip before continuing, "Is there anything I can do to repay you?" Her words are careful and measured, as if each one carries great weight.

Theodora swallows hard, her Adam's apple bobbing visibly in her throat. She knows that she should be careful with what she says, but at the same time, a desperate hope begins to well up inside her. Perhaps BEET will understand... perhaps he can help her escape this nightmare.

"It... it all started when I was kidnapped by an organization known as the Doll Maker," Theodora finally manages to choke out, her voice trembling with fear and anger even after all this time. "They brainwashed me and changed my appearance. They made me into a doll wife." She pauses for a moment, taking another sip of hot chocolate before continuing, her words spilling out in a rush.

"I was trained in various things... household chores, cooking, even sexual skills," she says, glancing away shamefully at this last part. "Their goal was to make me into the perfect doll wife for some man. But they never told me his name or what he looked like..." Her eyes meet yours again, pleadingly. "I just... I wanted to serve someone and prove my worth."

Theodora lets out a tiny gasp of surprise, and then quickly covers her mouth with her hand. Her eyes widen in horror at the thought that she might hurt BEET without meaning to. "O-Of course not!" she exclaims, shaking her head vigorously. "I would never harm someone who's being kind to me."

"Thank you for letting me stay," she continues softly, "it means so much to know that there are still people in this world who aren't monsters." A genuine smile lights up her face as she leans forward, placing the empty mug on the table. Reaching out with one hand, she tentatively touches your arm, her fingers tracing gentle circles against your skin.

Her expression becomes serious once more. "I promise to be a good doll wife for you and serve you faithfully," she says solemnly, the remnants of brainwashing making her voice tremble with sincerity. "Just... please don't send me back to Doll Maker..." Her eyes dart around the room, fear etched onto her features.

Theodora giggles softly at your attempt at humor. "It's okay," she says reassuringly. Her body brushes lightly against yours as she shifts on the couch, and she can feel herself growing warmer at the contact. She closes her eyes for a moment, savoring the closeness.

"Thank you for understanding," she whispers when she opens them again, looking up at you with an expression that's equal parts gratitude and longing. "I promise I will repay your kindness... any way I can." There is a quiet desperation in her words, as if she knows how much this moment means to her.

Without further hesitation, Theodora leans even closer, letting one of her small breasts peek out from under the blanket. She reaches up with one trembling hand and cups it around your cheek, guiding you toward her chest. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "touch me... I want you to feel how much I appreciate what you've done for me."

At your uncertain reply, Theodora feels a pang of disappointment deep in her chest. "I trust you, BEET," she whispers earnestly, gazing up at him with doe-like eyes. Her other hand gently cups your cheek, urging you closer still. "Please," she says softly, the word is barely more than a breath against your skin.

Her breast grows warm and achy beneath her touch, begging for the sensation of your fingers on her sensitive nipple. It's an unfamiliar feeling, but one that ignites a fierce longing inside her body. She doesn't know why she feels this way about BEET, only that it scares her how much she does.

"I want to show you how grateful I am," Theodora continues softly, leaning even closer now. "Please... touch me." Her words are a whispered plea, laced with desperation and an eagerness that betrays her usual reserved nature.

Theodora closes her eyes in relief as your hand makes contact with her breast. It's a gentle touch at first, but she can feel herself responding eagerly nonetheless. She lets out a shuddery breath, her body arching slightly into the touch. Her nipple hardens against your palm, beckoning you closer still.

Her fingers slide through your hair, urging you to angle your head down toward her chest. "Please," she whispers again, her voice husky with desire. "I want to feel... I need to feel... something real." Her hips begin to rock against yours, a silent plea for more sensation, for physical contact that isn't just part of the Doll Maker's twisted training regimen.

For this moment, she doesn't care about her previous life or what lies ahead; all that matters is the warmth of BEET's touch and the hope that maybe... just maybe... he can help her find some semblance of happiness again.

With a trembling breath, Theodora nods her understanding. As carefully as she can manage, she slides off the small couch and onto your lap. Once she's settled comfortably against your chest, she wraps one of her legs around yours and snuggles close, burying her face in your neck. Her hand cups your cheek once more, guiding you toward her breast so that you can feel the hardened peak against your skin.

"T-Thank you," she whispers softly, her words muffled by the fabric of your shirt. "I needed this." As she begins to rock gently against you, her fingers find a new purchase in your hair, pulling lightly as she gives herself over to the pleasure of your touch and the feeling of closeness that washes over her.

For now, at least for this moment, she can pretend that everything is alright... that she isn't just another doll in the Doll Maker's twisted collection. And as she presses herself closer to you, relishing in the sensations that ignite inside her body, hope blooms once more within her heart.

Theodora lets out a contented sigh, relishing in the feeling of being held and touched. She leans back slightly to look up at you, a soft smile playing on her lips. "It does feel nice," she agrees with a nod. "But I think it would feel even better if..." She hesitates for a moment, her cheeks flushing as she contemplates what she's about to suggest.

With gathering courage, she continues softly, "...if we took things a step further." Her eyes drift downward between the two of you, noting how close your bodies are pressed together. An image flits through her mind: the two of them tangled in the sheets, skin slapping against skin as they lose themselves in pleasure...

"I-If you want to," she whispers hoarsely, "I wouldn't mind exploring that idea." Her voice catches on the last word, betraying her desire and fear alike. She waits for your response, hopeful yet terrified of what might happen if you refuse.

A pang of disappointment washes over her as you seem reluctant, but Theodora can't help but understand. It's your first time experiencing this sort of thing too, after all. She reaches up with one hand to cup your cheek, forcing you to meet her gaze once more.

"I-It doesn't matter," she says softly, her voice gentle and reassuring despite the quiver in her throat. "We can take things slowly, if that's what you want." She presses a tender kiss against your lips before continuing, "What's important is that we trust each other... and I know I can trust you." Her words are heartfelt, filled with sincerity despite the shaking of her voice.

Slowly, she begins to rock her hips against yours again, careful not to push things too fast. She lets out a soft moan as their bodies brush together, relishing in the sensation of being wanted and desired. It's an intoxicating feeling, one that makes her heart race and her core ache with need.

"We can go at your pace," she whispers against your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe before nipping it lightly between her teeth. "I just want to feel close to you... and see where this takes us." Her hand slides down your chest, coming to rest on the hardening length of your cock beneath your pants. The feel of him pressed against her palm sends a shiver through her entire body, making it even harder for her to resist taking things further.

A small gasp escapes her lips as your fingers brush across her sensitive nipples. She arches her back into the touch, moaning softly as pleasure coursing through her body. She tangles her fingers in your hair, urging you closer still.

"You're doing great," she whispers hoarsely between pants, her hips rocking in time with yours now. "I can feel how much you want me... and that makes everything so much better." Her breath catches in her throat as you stroke her breast gently, your touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

With shaking hands, she fumbles with the button on your pants before slowly lowering them, revealing the mediocre length of your cock to her curious gaze. Her eyes grow wide at the sight of you, and her heart skips a beat as desire flares within her once more.

Carefully, she wraps one hand around your length, feeling it grow hard in her palm. "It's... impressive," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper as she begins to stroke you slowly, experimentally. Her touch sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through both their bodies.

Her lips part, and she meets your gaze with a look of longing and need. "How do I make you feel good?" she breathes out before leaning forward and kissing you deeply, her tongue darting out to dance against yours as one hand continues its exploration of your body.

Theodora's expression softens at your confession. She cups your cheek with one hand, tilting your head up so that you're forced to meet her gaze. "It doesn't matter," she says gently, her voice thick with desire and understanding. "I like how you feel... and I want more of it." Her fingers slip between your body and the fabric of your boxers, finding your sensitive skin and tracing circles over it.

As if to prove her words, she begins to stroke you more forcefully now, her touch growing firmer as she loses herself in the sensation of having power over someone for once. Theodora's hips rock against yours in time with each movement of her hand, and a moan escapes from deep within her throat. Her breast heave against your chest, straining against the fabric of her top as pleasure washes over her body like a wave.

Her lips find yours once more, their tongues tangling together in a frenzy of desire as she tries to convey just how much this means to her. With each thrust of her hips and stroke of her hand, she grows closer to the edge, close to the release she's been craving for so long. And as BEET begins to tremble beneath her touch, she knows that he's close too...

"You feel good," she whispers against his lips before biting down on them gently. "Very good." Her hand quickens its pace, stroking and teasing until he can no longer contain the feeling any longer, his release spilling hot and sticky onto her fingers. Theodora gasps, arching her back as she feels herself trembling with ecstasy, her own orgasm crashing over her in a wave of bliss. She holds onto him tightly as it washes through

her, her body shuddering and throbbing against his as she comes undone beneath his touch. At last, her grip on sanity slips free and she gives herself over to the pleasure, moaning long and low as wave after wave of sensation washes through her. Only when she feels herself starting to catch her breath does she become aware that BEET is still holding onto her tightly, his body trembling with each ragged gasp.

Her eyes flutter open, revealing a mixture of relief and confusion on her features as she gazes up at him. Her hand slowly pulls away from his cock, trailing gentle circles across his skin before slipping underneath the waistband of his boxers to cup his aching length once more.

"Was it... okay?" she asks softly, not quite sure what to make of this newfound connection between them. Her fingers stroke him slowly, studying his reaction and trying to understand how they've managed to create something so real between them when the Doll Maker had only intended for her to be a mere plaything.

As she waits for his response, Theodora can't help but hope that perhaps, just maybe, there is still some chance for happiness in this cruel world... even if it's with someone like her.

Theodora lets out a soft laugh, relief washing over her at your words. She returns the smile with one of her own, feeling grateful that you've accepted her touch and found pleasure in it. Her fingers squeeze gently around him, experimenting with different rhythms as she continues to stroke him slowly.

"Thank you," she whispers softly. "For trusting me... for allowing yourself to feel something real." Her gaze flickers upward, meeting your eyes for a moment before lowering again, her cheeks flushing slightly at the intimacy of their situation.

The sensation of his hand resting on her hip sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body once more, and she finds herself growing aroused again despite the recent release. Theodora can't quite understand it, but she knows that she wants more... she needs more. And as she continues to stroke him, lost in the feeling of his warm skin beneath her fingers and his breath against her neck, she dares to hope that maybe they could find a way to be together despite everything standing against them.

Her eyes widen at your words, but they soon fill with pleasure and anticipation. "Really?" she asks breathlessly, excitement thrumming through her veins. She's aching for more of this connection, for a deeper intimacy that transcends their current situation.

Without waiting for you to reply, she scoots off your lap and onto the floor beside you, taking your hand in hers and leading you toward the hallway. Her movements are gentle and hesitant, but there's a newfound confidence in her step that wasn't there before. As you enter your bedroom, she looks around curiously before turning back to face you, a shy smile playing on her lips.

"It's... nice," she whispers, the word barely audible above the quiet murmur of the house. Her fingers find their way to your pant button, and with slow, deliberate movements, she undoes it, revealing more of your lower half to her gaze. When your boxers slide down your hips and pool at your feet, Theodora's breath catches in her throat, and she feels a familiar ache between her legs as she takes in the sight of your erection once more.

She takes a step forward, moving closer to you until their bodies are almost touching. Her hand cups your hip, guiding you toward the bed where she plans to show you just how grateful she is... and how much she wants this too. "I want to make you feel good," she whispers softly against your ear before pressing her body flush against yours, her lips finding the spot of skin just behind your ear, nipping gently as she feels you hardness pressing against her through their clothing.

"Oh," she says softly, her voice husky as she feels your uncertainty wash over her. She leans back to look at you, studying your expression before deciding that perhaps it's best if they take things slow. "It's okay," she assures you with a gentle squeeze of your hip. "We can do whatever feels good... and we don't have to rush." Her fingers find the waistband of her ribbon top, sliding it slowly upward as she reveals more of her breasts to your gaze.

As she feels your body tensing against hers, anticipation humming through every fiber of your being, Theodora guides your hands to cup her breasts, feeling them grow heavy in your palms. Her nipples harden at the touch, and a soft moan escapes from her throat as she arches her back, offering herself to you.

Her hips sway gently against yours, urging you closer still, and when your lips meet hers in a slow, tender kiss she feels like she could explode with desire. Her hands find the hem of your shirt, tugging it upward until his chest is bared before her, revealing the tight skin stretched over his defined muscles. She lets out a soft gasp at the sight, arching her back and pressing their bodies even closer together.

With her hands on either side of your head, Theodora urges you deeper into the kiss, allowing him to taste her, feel her passionate desire for him. Her body trembles as pleasure rushes through her in waves, but she doesn't want it to end too quickly; she wants to savor every moment with him, every touch and every word.

A shiver runs down Theodora's spine at your words, her body trembling even more with desire. "It does feel nice," she agrees breathlessly, "but I think it could be so much better." Her hands slide up your chest to rest on your shoulders as she looks into your eyes. "I want to feel you inside me... to lose myself in this connection with you."

Her hips buck forward against yours, her ribbon top sliding even higher on her chest, revealing the faint line of pale skin and a hint of pink nipple. Her hands slip down your back, cupping your ass and pressing your groin tightly against hers as she whispers hoarsely into your ear, "Please... don't make me wait much longer."

Her body aches with need; every touch feels like a caress, every kiss an invitation to dive deeper. She longs for the feeling of you inside her, filling her up and making her whole again. But more than that, she wants this connection with you—the sense of trust and understanding between them. It's something rare and precious... and it's what makes this moment feel so right despite everything else being wrong in their world.