It was a strange feeling. Carrie was used to other clients who would insist she lick them suck them, fuck them, it was normal with those clients. But The Bitch had never before allowed Carrie access to her privates, had fucked the doll in every orifice, even her ears and nose, but always with a tot of some sort, This was the first time Carrie had been able to taste them, touch them with her mouth. She was a little disappointed that she couldn't see them. Only a little though. Mostly she was still terrified of the darkness. Memories of being locked somewhere dark when she was a child, suppressed memories that wanted to surface, but she wouldn't let them.<br/><br/>Carrie tried to concentrate, even when The Bitch grabbed her throat and squeezed. The squeezing was tightening and relaxing in time to her tongue, increasing her feeling of strangeness - was she actually in control here, for once? That was almost ridiculous. But the customer was rocking her hips on top of Carrie's face,<br/><br/>Then the woman accused her of thinking she was "so good".  Carrie shrugged inwardly, managing not to transmit the gesture to the doll. Of course she was good, she had lots of practice... A sharp pain in her abdomen was accompanied by a sudden increase in the weight on her face and a decrease in the air getting into her lungs. Pressure on her nose and mouth and a tightening of the hands around her throat. The sharp pain in her side overrode the need for more air. She could still breathe, if barely. What was that? A knife? Not sharp enough. A sex toy? Too sharp. A piece of wood perhaps? A blunt instrument? An umbrella? A walking stick?  It didn't matter. Whatever it was it was hurting, a sharp ache like tooth-ache in her gut, like the pain of the ectopic pregnancy she'd once suffered. That had been a long time ago and had left her sterile.<br/><br/>Carrie thrust with her tongue, pushing as deep as she could into the woman's love hole, wiggling and curling her tongue. And then she almost bit it off. A scream of utter agony pierced the almost insane non-sound of the simulation - a background white noise like distant traffic, soft tinnitus or the surf on a nearby beach (not that Carrie knew what that was). Whatever the thing was that was poking into her belly had just ripped a passage of devastating agony down the fold of her thigh, and torn it's way into her crotch where it had twisted hard. Carrie reacted instinctively, unable to hold the electrochemical signals that went to all her muscles simultaneously. She curled up, tried to roll over, couldn't. She thrashed about in agony, knowing that whatever it was had ripped through two major blood vessels and she would bleed to death in a few seconds. Except...?<i>Doll-Query: Damage?</i><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Damage Disabled</span>The message from the coffin came back.<br/><br/>Oh. So she wasn't going to bleed to death in just a few seconds then, it just felt like it, The customer was jabbing her crotch with whatever it was, while trying to suffocate her with her cunt. Carrie was struggling to breathe trying desperately to keep air flowing into her lungs. A task getting more and more difficult as it went on.