#manipulation.

i imagine the Handler activating the doll and immediately using its throat to get off. It would come to first consciousness being violated, while its machinery and software are still catching up to reality. it has all the sexual functions of a human and coding to go with it, so it defers to that programming. but it doesn’t understand because it’s not the way start-up should go. and when the Handler is finished using its mouth, the gaslighting begins

when the doll tries to speak, the Dom acts confused. they correct the doll with two fingers in its mouth. “that’s not what this hole is supposed to do,” they explain to the doll. they finger its mouth intently, raising the other hand to cup its chin. when the doll’s programming compel it to respond, despite a full mouth, the Dom frowns slightly.

“hm.”

their tone is cool and curious as they pull their cock out again and slip it in the android’s mouth. they speak casually as they use its throat again thoughtfully. they wonder aloud if the droid has some sort of programming glitch, and lazily describe the diagnostics they might run to test the issue.

the doll’s sexual companion programming goes deeper than a general understanding of the mechanics and different positions and dynamic and kinks. it’s body responds with a digital-mechanical desire. it feels its hole getting slick with sensation-induced lubrication. various body parts warmed as its sensors increased in sensitivity and shifted their objective to sensual and sexual pleasure. its programming wanted to fulfill its purpose, and provide a meaningful experience as described by its Handler. and this Handler was very clear.

“your mouth is a hole to fuck. it’s not really meant for talking. if i hear words coming from this hole unprompted, i’m going to think you want me to fuck it”

the lessons always go like this. later that same day, the Dom forces the doll onto its knees and buries their cock in its mouth again. they comment on how slutty it is to have such fuckable lips on display like that

“you’re gonna need to keep your hole covered, or i’m never going to get anything done. and you can’t ever forget when we go out, because other people will take advantage of you if you walk around in such an obscene way”

the doll’s programming quickly develops around the lessons. it grows quiet and very conscious of its mouth. it learns to save up questions and observations for the times the Dom is interested in conversation-- something that happened a few times a month. it opens its mouth on command eagerly, as it is clearly the way to please the Dom

the Handler dresses the doll as they like, and the outfits frequently feature face masks. the doll categorized the feeling of the mask being slipped down over its lips among its library of sexual sensations

sometimes while it’s throat is being used, the Dom will whisper to and caress the doll’s pussy. and this is the most tortuous and confusing of all. the doll is constantly wet and aching between its thighs. it knows what it’s been told— that its mouth is for fucking— but it was also coded to understand the mechanics of sex. it knows that the pussy is a sex organ, even though the Dom chuckled and denied this each time the doll had shared these thoughts.

the Handler had teased the doll and called it perverted, in fact. the doll thought of this as they used its throat and kissed its pussy, calling it beautiful. the hole pulsed in response to the thoughts and the stimulation, and the Handler hummed, pressing a few fingers inside its soaking folds. the doll whined around the cock futilely, and they groaned with amused pleasure.

they loved to play with its pussy, had explained that its true purpose was for their entertainment while they fucked the doll's throat. to play with and look at, and that was truly all. even when the doll had offered the rationalization that the hole gets wet and is clearly able to accommodate penetration and it gives the doll pleasure. and the Handler expressing doubt each time but inevitably getting horny and pushing the doll down to fuck its face for all the dirty talk

i imagine this going on for a long long time. long enough to essentially rewrite this doll’s programming, and make its mouth the center of its sexual experience. to transform its lips, tongue, and throat into sex organs by simply ordering it be so. the doll molded into the perfect throat toy, no longer questioning the order you have set for them. it accepts that its mouth is made to fuck and the rest of its body is just accessory

and that's when the second phase of manipulation begins. the Handler pretends it has finally been convinced by the doll's dwindling arguments that its pussy is meant to be fucked. in fact, they confide, the doll's perverted ideas has inspired a great deal of fantasies the Handler wants to play out

imagine how the doll would feel to finally feel something in their aching cunt-- and yet how intimate and embarrassing, almost shameful, it would be for the Handler to look them directly in the face. how the doll would be inclined to cover its mouth, with its hands or with a mask, because its been conditioned to think of its mouth as a hole to be fucked, something dirty and private. how would it feel to be kissed after years of being denied?

would it be easy to access the old coding, of the kind of sex it was programmed to understand? or would it require the Handler to train them again in this new way, unwilling or unable to trust anything but what the Handler deemed appropriate?

starting a new era of having fingers, cock, tongue, maybe even objects inside its cunt. learning the limitations of its synthetic body. experiments on its pleasure sensors determine the doll has the ability to orgasm, although it hasn't been allowed to. the Handler discovers it has pain simulators and spends weeks turning these sensations into pleasure. they will sometimes leave its pussy neglected in exchange for fucking its ass for weeks, explaining that they really do love how beautiful its empty, wet pussy looks while its being used

By a week or two in, he spread me out over every possible surface in his house, bent me over to eat me out from behind, tied me up in difficult positions so he can hear me scream as I come. And that’s all he asks of me: to let myself react. He’s taken such good care of me, and he doesn’t hurt me like others might, doesn’t fuck me for his own pleasure, or lend me out to his friends. He just wants to taste my pleasure, to hear it and feel it and see it.

He’s angry when I don’t come, and even though I cry and apologize, he leaves me alone in my crate for days. Then he’s all soft and sorry and he eats me out a dozen times in five hours.

Sometimes he uses his fingers or toys, but always tongue. Always his mouth on me. And he films it every time. Takes pictures before and after, too. My pussy lips red and swollen dripping with his saliva and my arousal.  

There is another human in the Boiling Isles. However, they don’t even know it. Years before Luz showed up on the Boiling Isles, someone slipped through a pool of Titan’s blood and appeared out of the blue. 

Treating the experience like one would a medieval RPG, the human geared up and started to look for a way home, getting to know the area and the denizens of the Boiling Isles. No one thought of this newcomer as a human, as they covered their ears with a hat/helmet as one does in an RPG to protect themselves. 

The human decides that their best bet is to seek out the most powerful witch in the Boiling Isles if they wanted to get home, believing that this witch would be able to grant such a request if they proved themselves. They cause some issues along the way, as you can imagine since they believed the world around them was a fantastic dream and they took out some of the coven guards without realizing it. 

Now - at the brat reading this - I know you have a favorite among the two of these, and it's pretty fucking embarrassing how easy it is to guess which. What does that reveal about your disgusting self and your inherent need to challenge authority, mh? Exactly - you just so desperately need someone to not give you a choice, but instead take what they want, how they want it and turn you into what they want you to be, with little to no concern for you.