It wasn’t the first time she asked for mercy, but it certainly was the first time the word Goddess was used to address her mistress. It certainly had a nice ring to it, and seeing her faintly glowing eyes desperately attempting to convince her to go easy on her just this once.<br/><br/>Sometimes she questioned if her doll was really not human. Somewhere in the back of her mind. She didn’t think further on it. Her mind was still in a haze due to the neural reconstruction, she couldn’t put all the pieces together. Somehow, Alice felt she was on the verge of an epiphany, a nagging feeling that she had all the pieces but just couldn’t quite put them together.<br/><br/>She probably looked foolish in front of her toy, her eyes staring into the distance for several seconds. Perhaps she thought, for a single moment, that her mistress was actually giving it some thought. Her gaze was irritating her more than usual. What did she even need eyes for? If it was just for looking pretty, she could just be blind until she had use for his toy’s sight.<br/><br/>“Ok doll,” she muttered the voice command to bring up the voice assistant. For an instant, Carrie lost complete control of her own body and voice. “Disable sight.” That was all it took, moments later Carrie would come back into a world of complete darkness.<br/><br/>“I thought of poking your eyes out for even daring to ask anything from your goddess.” She said, tenderly holding her face as she leaned in to whisper those words, licking her ear before pressing her glossy, soft lips right under her ear. “But I’ll let you off easy.” She whispered, her breath brushing down her neck.<br/><br/>Alice crouched down in front of her. Something inside her ached in ways she wasn’t quite sure how to handle. Up until now, all her doll was to her was a toy to torment and mess with, to stick various objects into her virgin holes, to have her eaten alive by wild animals or play a personal hunting game where she was the prey. If there was a reason Alice was so vicious, it might have been the lack of sexual desire behind her actions. All there was to it was the primal need for violence.<br/><br/>If so, then what were these feelings she was having. Her heart was beating at a rapid pace, a growing discomfort between her legs, and a constant lack of breath. All she could think about since that night was how much she wanted to watch her squirm, scream, wince and cry all over again. The placeholder man she had last night barely registered, all she got was the numb ticklish pleasure of raw stimulation.<br/><br/>Until she took the drug that is. She came with each and every thrust afterwards.<br/><br/>Her manicured nails dug into her neck as she held firmly into it, pressing her body against hers. The doll’s breasts were just the right size, just a tad smaller than hers. She didn’t want to lose to her own creation after all. But she felt so soft when her body pressed against hers, even through the fabric of her dress. It wasn’t like rigid, muscular men. That had its appeal, but that wasn’t what she wanted.<br/><br/>Lost in a haze of desire, she momentarily forgot about tormenting her toy at all, or even what she wanted to achieve by blinding her. Instead, her tongue continued to travel down, her hands cupping her breasts as she pushed her down on the floor. Her knee pressed against her bare, once again virgin pussy. The heat increased, she couldn’t take it anymore. She craved instant gratification.<br/><br/>That tongue of hers, instead of begging, she should use it to make the feeling go away.<br/><br/>Her hand grabbed and squeezed her jaw open, her thumb slipping between those soft plump lips. “Make me cum, or I’ll cut off your tongue and feed you to the wolves again.” She demanded. Her nail dug so hard against her tongue she might have taken a chunk of it off if it wasn’t for damage being disabled. Her hand pulled back at last, and Alice stepped off from her toy as she crawled next to her, slowly spreading her legs to give her space while leading her between them with the leash. Blind and tied up, she would have to find her way somehow. She was missing quite the sight, Alice’s creamy white thighs were soft and smooth, her shaved crotch covered only by a see-through piece of red lacy underwear that seemed steamy hod and positively drenched.<br/><br/>Alice could be a cruel witch on the inside, but she would certainly pass for an angel with her looks. How much of it was natural… it was impossible to know in this world where everything could be manufactured. The rosy fragrance, the only guide Carrie had beyond her mouth, was certainly authentic french perfume.<br/><br/>"This is all your fault," she said in an uncharacteristically soft tone, letting out her frustration as she held tightly onto her leash. She had never been this frustrated before, unable to find pleasure without taking lethal doces of an already lethal drug, cumming like a filthy dog without the buildup or anticipation that could give her that satisfaction she craved. All because of her, all because she had become obsessed with the lifeless doll.<br/><br/>There was no telling what she would do once sated, once her legs stopped feeling so weak And the itching in the deepest parts of her core eased.