–What is this?–<br/><br/>Alice found herself strangely nervous, strangely worried, strangely glad she hadn't forgotten to bathe and put a suitable fragrance. A guilty pleasure of hers, a scent that wasn't worth a million credits but one she remembered of her middle class mother. Back when there was a middle class.<br/><br/>Her cherry gold hair approached along with her pink plump lips, her eyes completely devoid of focus as she stumbled her way between Alice's legs. She was completely under her mercy, but Alice felt no less vulnerable, no less exposed. She wanted this so badly, but was terrified of it. As if she was losing her virginity for the first time all over again. She had tortured this doll for a whole month, yet she was too prideful to disable her own pain and damage options.<br/><br/>Her doll couldn't look more hopeless and pathetic, and perhaps she saw it that way, but never before had she been in such a position of power, and likely never again. Would she notice the twitch when her nose bumped on her thigh? The rapid beating of her heart? Men had never given her that feeling. All she wanted from them was to be pounded so hard she'd find a release from the sheer blunt stimulation, and if that didn't work, she'd take a pill of Wraith and cum until she passed out, temporarily turned into a brainless toy where she could forget just how much she hated everything about the experience.<br/><br/>But she wasn't prepared for would come. Her doll would certainly notice the twitch, or rather, nervous jerk that happened right after her nose made contact with her steaming hot mound. The effects of Wraith still lingered, she was not only sensitive but a drenched mess that the virtual system so perfectly reproduced. Afraid her doll might decide to get revenge all of sudden, she closed her eyes.<br/><br/>–What is this?–<br/><br/>But she got a loving kiss that almost made her gasp. Loving would be an overstatement to say the least, but compared to the sheer blunt force her folds were used to getting from intoxicated men, it certainly felt that way. And the moment her tongue began to travel up and down her slit...<br/><br/>Alice couldn't help but let out the softest, sweetest moan. Even down to the held breath that came right before. She instinctively pulled harder on that leash. Not away from her, but up, closer. Her legs closed around her  doll's face, and then she dared scrape that swollen hard slit with her teeth. As if telling her right in this moment she was her bitch.<br/><br/>Just how come was this woman so good at this? For a moment she doubted she could be some artificial construct. Could a mere AI powered toy make her squirm helplessly like she was?<br/><br/>But more than that, she couldn't let this go on. She was melting at the touch of her tongue. Not melting like ice, but like icecream, gushing sweet honey from her depths the more she stirred with her tongue.<br/><br/>–No, not like this–<br/><br/>She couldn't let her have her way with her. She could only imagine that beautiful face, more beautiful than hers, sneering with delight. It wouldn't matter how much she tortured her, she would always remember that one moment where she was under her mercy. That moment when Alice Nolan had lost to a mere toy.<br/><br/>She grabbed her neck as she usually did, nails digging into her throat. But even her grip was weaker than usual, digging in and letting go to the tune of the doll's tongue.<br/><br/>"You think you're so good don't you?" She complained, and before the doll could respond, she stretched one leg out, removing the support that kept her body from pressing down on the blind doll's face in full. She kept herself steady using the doll's neck, pressing that six inch stiletto down on the doll's side just left of her abdomen. That spot where no amount of clenching would shield her from the pain of being stabbed by a blunt object.<br/><br/>"You better be thankful I'm giving you the privilege of tasting me, doll." Certainly, Alice was as delicate as her flowery fragrance suggested, but so were those heavenly touches. She was on the verge of a climax as it was, the itching building and building up. She'd shove the doll away if she could, but she needed this. She had to hold on, not give in. After all, she had given the order a couple of minutes ago. What a laughingstock would she be if she came this early!<br/><br/>She felt a jolt. Something she did with her tongue. It drew another long held back moan from the young woman. Almost, just one more stroke would be plenty. But Alice put a stop to it by dragging the heel pressing into her side down with as much force as she could muster. Ending right at her crotch where she gave it a twist for good measure.