The pain lessened at last, the object that ought to have eviscerated her had it been real, was removed. The weight of the woman's avatar shifted and Carrie gasped and squirmed away slightly as the woman slackened her hold. The pain was still there, even though there was no damage to the avatar. She rolled into a ball on her side, gasping for breath. Her empty eye sockets stung as tears tried to flow and couldn't. It took several seconds for her to even notice the tugging on her collar, even longer to notice that the unyielding floor had become soft. Face down, this time rather than on her back as she had been before, Carrie was dragged back in between the thighs. She felt the soft warmth of a thigh against her cheek, and smelled the sharp tang of arousal, mixed in with the soft scent of roses. She felt the same hard, sharp object, or one like it, jabbing into her buttock now.<br/><br/>"Yes, my goddess, I'm yours." She said it reluctantly, but managed to make herself sound absolutely sincere. Her reluctance was something she had quickly learned to hide from the software that invaded her brain and translated her emotions into the doll's reactions. Suddenly there was a blazing whiteness in her head, so bright it was painful. The update had been so swift she hadn't even noticed the transfer back to her own body - or maybe there hadn't been one? She yelped and squeezed her eyes shut and the blinding whiteness faded to a dull red, that slowly faded back to black. Opening her eyes again, she was able to focus now. Right in front of her face was the woman's cunt. It wasn't the first one she'd seen this close to, in fact Carrie had survived before being a doll-girl, she'd done plenty of shit in real life. But this was the first time she'd seen The Bitch's cunt this close. It was pretty. The sodden silk of her mistress' panties wadded up to one side, the smooth mound with no trace of stubble - why should there be? - above the swollen pink lips with their traces of dew, the little pink nub of her clit poking out cheekily.<br/><br/>Carrie smiled. She was being invited to finish the woman off, make her cum. This would be interesting. It was the first time The Bitch had ever surrendered control in this way - in any way! But the Bitch was still in control. She could do anything she wanted, change anything she wanted, as she had just proven by first removing then restoring Carrie's sight. The doll-girl knew she was in The Bitch's power as long as they were linked by the doll system. But the sight of that pretty cunt was actually quite a turn-on. She giggled and leaned forward slightly, pressing her mouth against the woman's lower lips. "Thank you, my goddess." The vibrations of her words would, she knew, be transmitted accurately by the customer's equivalent of the coffin, stimulating the woman's labia. Her tongue flicked out now, accurately parting the puffy petals and penetrating between them, lapping up the juices. No liquid transferred to her own tongue, her own muscles didn't move, all motor control functions were diverted as they were generated, her body lay, immobile, to all intents and purposes, dead. Only her heart and lungs still worked, supplying precious oxygen to her brain. But she felt the liquid on her tongue, tasted it, swallowed it, and sucked the woman's clit into her mouth. She sucked hard, grazed it with her teeth the way she had before, and then again placed the tip of her tongue against the swollen tip of the sensitive little bud.<br/><br/>She flicked her tongue about, up and down, left and right, round and round, and she felt the woman's belly muscles begin to tighten.<i>Almost there... just a bit more...!</i>