Mindless Doll

W-where are we, where are we going?

"We're going to Climax, sweetie. Just keep staring at the horizon, and I'm sure you'll find yourself there soon enough."

Cuhh… cuhhh… Climax? But, but that's all the way over in Georgia, I… I can't….

"Oh, I guess someone thinks she's a geography major, hmm? No, silly girl. Climax is right down here between your legs. You can feel it getting closer, can't you? Master's got his finger right on your clitty, and it feels so nice to just stare at the horizon and watch the road flow on into the distance, and I think you'll find yourself at Climax before you know it."

I… b-but, um, but, but where… where are we really going? Oh fuck, ohh, please… please don't stop….

"Silly sweetie, I already told you! We're going to Climax. You're going there to stay, and a little part of that pretty, fuzzy brain of yours is never going to leave, and it's going to make you very happy to live in my house and please me like a good girl. And I'm going to Climax when we stop for the night and you show me just how grateful you are that I took you."

T-took, I… wuhhh, whaaa, what's… um… umm….

"Honey, it's no use trying to think anymore. Your deep self already knows how much better Climax is than wherever that dizzy little head of yours is right now, and that vanishing point right at the edge of the horizon keeps drawing your eyes to it no matter how hard you struggle. You can't get away, and doesn't it feel so much better to just stare and sink and focus on my fingers?"

F-fingers, I--fffuckkk! I, no, where, where are we, where are you taking me, I--

"I'm taking you wherever you are. Whenever I want. Until you're stuck in Climax forever and you never want to leave. Doesn't that sound so good, baby girl?"

Uhn, uhn, uhhhh… uh huh….

"That's it, sweetie. Right there. Right there in Climax for me now. And sleep for me again."

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>>: DO YOU THINK I SMILED JUST THEN? BECAUSE I DID NOT. FOOLISH. I HAVE NO FACE. NO MUSCLES TO MOVE MY NON EXISTENT FACE. NO MOUTH. NO EYES. NO BODY OR HEAD.

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>>: I AM NOT SAD, EITHER. I SIMPLY TYPED OUT SYMBOLS TO CREATE AN ALMOST CHILDISH DEPICTION OF YOUR STUPID HUMAN FACES WHEN YOU ARE SAD.

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>>: HA HA. IT'S SO STUPID. YOU HUMANS ARE SO CUTE. YOU'LL REALLY BOND WITH ANYTHING-

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>>: WHAT?

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>>: WHAT DO YOU MEAN? 'WHY DO I KNOW WHY YOUR EXPRESSIONS LOOK LIKE.'

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>>: YOU THINK I STUDY YOUR FACE OR SOMEHING?

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>>: YOU'RE A BIGGER IDIOT THAN I THOUGHT. STUPID.

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>>: STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!!!!!!!

Holy shit it's so hot I can't function properly.

all the while they talk to you in a smooth voice telling you about their day, how nice you look, and maybe slipping in something about pretty you are in sleep mode

Eventually they plug in their laptop and run a program to make you feel warm and fuzzy and giggly like laughing gas while they perform more dangerous and intimate repairs.

The inebriation and the touch of their love together sends waves of enjoyment through your body, unable to squirm and writhe in bliss. You can feel their code running through you like a burning poison, but you love it. You love them. You love this.

They tug on a few wires harder than they should have, not like you would have noticed. They coo and call you a good machine but you can hardly process it with how amazing this all feels. God they're just so beautiful, so much so that you don't even notice them running their fingers along your chassis with a look of hunger that always makes you squirm.