Lonely Series Doll Lili

Word count: 5000
Published on 2013/11/15 in Springtime Courtyard
That day, I decided to run away, abandoning this city where "he" was. I changed my phone number, address, and all related contact information. Then, I came to a place where "he" was not. I wanted to completely erase "he" from my life, to let the tangled memories be uprooted, and for the lingering guilt to turn into seeds, quietly sinking into the fields of my soul.
This was a different kind of wandering, an involuntary romance, and an unplanned betrayal. If you ask me if I still like him?
Of course! Without a doubt. But I had to leave him...
because I discovered that it was my true longing, and I had mistaken "he" for its substitute. Every time I look at it, I feel my past feelings for "him" transform into black droplets, watering the parched soil of my soul, gradually spreading downwards, giving a seed called "guilt" a little life, hoping that one day it will sprout, break through the soil, and give me the cruelest revenge. It has no expression, yet it has features. It cannot move, yet it has limbs . It
has no soul, yet it has a body.
It is a doll . I have fallen in love with a doll! ********** ... Its intense gaze, so intense it easily pierced my clothes, staring directly at my naked body, conveying a burning, lewd intent that left me bewildered. I sighed softly, turning to face its place on the bedside table, its own personal domain. In that instant, I looked down at it, it looked up at me, our eyes forming a two-way bridge. From its empty pupils, a beam of transparent light seemed to shoot, projecting its most direct emotions into my eyes, and onto its expressionless lips, as if a cruel smile were emerging. I stood silently, it sat down silently, seemingly waiting for who would submit first. Tick-tock! It felt as if a drop of water had fallen into my soul, bringing a touch of moisture to the parched soil. "What are you going to do now?" I asked it angrily, demanding an unreasonable answer. It didn't reply, but I understood its plea. "Work... I have no choice... Don't you understand?" I pleaded, pitiful. "Please don't... I beg you..." The doll remained silent. Resistance still lingered in my mind, but my body was no longer under my control, and I walked to it. I lowered my proud head, knelt on the floor, and shamefully displayed my humility. Then, I opened the drawer beneath the throne and took out my identification—a black leather collar, studded with diamonds and silver rivets, engraved with the name "Linu," the name it had given me. A black iron chain jingled from the collar, a mark of submission. I slowly fastened the collar around my neck, securing it tightly, and placed the chain in its hand. It was the master, I was the slave. It was the doll, I was the toy. Then, I knelt before it, pleading with the utmost sincerity: "Master, please punish Linu properly!" In the blink of an eye, crimson ropes wrapped around my naked body, binding me mercilessly, leaving purplish-red marks on my skin. I bound it very tightly, because I had just shown a hint of resistance before it, a punishment for that. The red ropes gnawed at my breasts , unrestrained by human kindness, giving me an indescribable tingling and pain, a fetter of compromise and submission. With a snap, my hands were bound in front of my breasts with leather handcuffs. I released the ponytail tied behind my head, letting my disheveled, jet-black hair fall to the floor. The underwear, pulled down, dangled from my ankle, bearing faint yellow stains of urine. I could almost smell the faint stench. I looked up at the iron chain around my neck, which slowly extended towards its hand. My gaze followed it, and the sticky, pungent smell unconsciously filled the room. Inhaling it, like an aphrodisiac, it seeped into my skin, making my body sensitive and gradually warming. "Master, is this... alright?" I asked cautiously, afraid of offending it again. Its face remained expressionless. "You... you want... me to be even more lewd?" I said fearfully, my voice filled with pleading. It was still not satisfied. "How about this?" I reclined and sat sideways, languidly and seductively, slowly spreading my legs apart, revealing my tender, moist vulva to it. Its serious expression seemed to soften. "No...not enough?" I turned around, blushing, and lay face down on the ground, bending my knees and raising my buttocks to display my proud back curves. Then, like a dog, I wriggled unwillingly, waving my two mounds of flesh in front of it in a humble and humiliating posture. I deliberately raised my hips to make my private parts more exposed, respectfully meeting its gaze with a pure and clean appearance. Yes! Removing the cover of my panties, the pubic hair that should have been there was shaved off completely, revealing a bare lower abdomen, like a newborn baby, showing its full and beautiful curves; the pink cleft was brazenly displayed, symbolizing my lowliness in its presence, echoing its flawless body. It believed that only by doing so could it not defile its master before me. "...How about this...?" I asked again, feeling its slightly satisfied gaze, which carried further instructions. I obediently crawled over, took out the tools for disciplining me from the drawer, objects full of the meaning of "abuse," and with my hands, which had a reduced range of motion, picked up a thick black dildo. It was huge, with clearly carved patterns on it, baring its fangs and claws, exuding a menacing aura. It was an item I had ordered online a while ago. From the moment it saw the picture on the webpage, it silently commanded me to buy it, brooking no resistance. Therefore, I reluctantly paid for this instrument of humiliation, never imagining it would be the beginning of a nightmare. The results of its use were incredibly satisfying. The lifelike, thick dildo viciously penetrated my petite body. It reveled in my expression as I was brutally toyed with, driven to the brink of death by this dildo. It not only ripped open my vulva, stretching my still-tight passage, but also penetrated my uterus. Not to mention, the dildo had rotating, twisting, and variable-speed thrusting functions, including seven levels of force selection from low to high. Especially the highest output, combined with the thrusting motion, constantly brought me to multiple orgasms, leaving me utterly exhausted. Pain and pleasurable masochistic emotions repeatedly intertwined in an endless cycle, shuttling between heaven and hell. I couldn't distinguish the next day from the intense, burning pain in my genitals, the unbearable agony of being unable to get out of bed to work—these painful scenes remained vivid in my mind. "Master…can…please stop?" I pleaded for the last time. Although it knew perfectly well that it was all in vain, it remained silent in response to the "ooh..." Its right hand gripped the dildo tightly, trembling unnaturally, and slowly approached. Until it touched my slit, a cold sensation rushed to my brain, as if I could smell the rubber, making me break out in a cold sweat. But my right hand pushed hard, slowly inserting the dildo into my vagina. Without any preparation or lubrication, it tore open the tightly closed opening and plunged in. A terrible scream escaped my lips uncontrollably: "Ah!" The pain was excruciating, almost unbearable. But... I couldn't stop, because my master was watching me, enjoying my miserable state. I dared not resist, turning left and right. The head of the dildo was already inside my opening, the clear engraved lines scraping against the walls of my vagina, all of which fed back to my nerves, allowing me to fully "taste" again the bitterness of being defiled, and the feeling of being raped. The switch was activated, and the dildo began to writhe inside me. "Eee... Uh... Ugh... Oh... Hiss... Ahhh!"

Not only that, the glans was just the appetizer; the thick, long shaft then slid into my mons pubis, like the calm before a storm, savoring the lingering gentleness, preparing to be treated without mercy. I felt a deep resentment, wondering why I couldn't control my love for it, willing to debase myself in this way, to submit in humiliation, to rape myself under its watchful gaze. It was indescribable… Yet I felt an unusual excitement. The dildo was already halfway in, the layers of tender flesh being turned inside out. I grew increasingly anxious, yet also eagerly anticipating its treatment of me. The painful discomfort was gradually diluted by the sadistic thoughts secreted in my brain, mingling, converging, and accumulating into an unknown lust that surged violently. The masochistic instincts hidden deep within my soul were awakened before it, filling me with immense joy. "Ha...haa..."
I slowly opened my mouth, as if my small mouth were my vagina, stretching wide in welcome. The black dildo seemed like a tireless sex machine, flexibly wriggling within my cavity before reaching my deepest depths, transforming into a fierce thrusting assault. "Eee!"
I couldn't believe that such a fervent moan of lust would overflow from my mouth. A warm current shot out from deep within my lower abdomen. The hot, moist, thick love juice instantly washed away the layers of flesh, completely enveloping the dildo. This tight connection caused my body to tremble violently, and a wave of pleasure surged through my brain, spreading to every corner of my body.
The unparalleled brutality seemed to be testing the limits and resilience of my tender orifice. I knew my master was determined to punish me, making me experience the torment of this dildo once more. Without any foreplay, I quickly became limp and powerless, my eyes rolling back, my body convulsing uncontrollably—the suffering continued. As it continued, I was startled to find the dildo's speed suddenly increasing. My filled vagina felt like it was being raped, each thrust hitting my clitoris hard, a mixture of pain and numbness, a tingling soreness followed by bitterness, then more pain, a recurring cycle of this desperate stimulation. "Ahhh... Ooh! Oh... Eee! Ughhh!"
My cries of agony were endless, but my master's gaze showed no satisfaction; it wanted to see... to see my even more miserable expression. My waist bent even lower, my buttocks raised high. My right hand gripped the vibrator, following my master's command, tightly holding the handle at the end, letting the dildo thrust in and out of my tender hole mercilessly. Meanwhile, my left hand reluctantly moved closer to my anus, pressing the pad of my middle finger against the small brown hole above my vagina, slowly inserting it.
"Ugh!"
A completely different pleasure, yet it shared a similar, almost sadistic, feeling with my vagina.
As the tip of my middle finger probed in, I felt as if I had touched something dirty and hard. Instinctively, I curled my finger and began digging violently. My master finally showed a slightly satisfied expression. Just as my two orifices emitted incredibly obscene "squeaking" sounds, my vagina hurt terribly from the torment of the dildo and the forceful insertion of my right hand; my anus also hurt terribly from the desperate digging of my left middle finger. But this double pain concealed a pleasurable comfort, which became increasingly apparent amidst my sobbing and groaning. I unconsciously squinted my eyes, involuntarily enjoying the pleasure brought by this sadomasochistic act. At the same time, I noticed that the two buds on my breasts had turned into dark red grapes, tender and delicious. This was a wonderful feeling that he could never give me in the past; only my "master" could give me this. His gaze gradually softened, soothing the pain in my body and sublimating it into waves of pleasure, one after another, endlessly. I couldn't take it anymore; I was
about to climax... I was filled with thoughts of indulging in lust, both physically and mentally.
High-pitched moans echoed in the room, and I was completely unaware that my voice was hoarse. The pain in my senses had disappeared.
Only the pleasure of the high-speed dildo rubbing against my vagina and my fingers thrusting into my anus remained, all of which was poured into my nerves.
This shameful act of raping myself had somehow transformed into a feeling of stimulation and excitement. The flames of desire surged endlessly, like a guiding lighthouse, emitting indicative light, pointing to the approaching climax.
Naturally, the overwhelming pleasure, like a torrent bursting forth, was about to descend.
An impatient thirst drove me to recklessly push the switch to its strongest position with my right hand and forcefully insert the dildo into my mons pubis, letting the buzzing
motor churn and ravage the tender flesh deep within, as if trying to penetrate my womb.
The tingling, electric-like pleasure also made my left hand thrust faster and harder into my own defiled anus, not feeling any regret even if it were torn apart. Then, the ultimate climax was about to arrive…
I surrendered myself to the control of instinct, holding nothing back. I slightly raised my head, looking at its cold, silent face, as if it were saying to me:
“You wanton licentious lily, you can climax now!”
The silent humiliation stirred up the last vestige of my shame. But the unparalleled excitement and pleasure deep within my soul had completely conquered me. My heart pounded uncontrollably, my thoughts shattered and scattered, and the spasms of orgasm spread rapidly from the inside out!
"Ahaha... I'm here... Mmm... Oh my god! I've climaxed... I've climaxed!"
Broken moans escaped my lips as I savored the exquisite afterglow of my orgasm. So beautiful!
So good! Only before it could I
experience this supreme peak of pleasure!
Then, I collapsed to the ground, trembling like a dead fish, my mind blank, the satisfied pleasure coursing through me, gradually subsiding. Looking up at my master on the throne, I stammered with gratitude ,
"Thank... thank you... for your... training, Master..." ********** ... She said: "Like family, the longer we're together, the more we cherish it." I pressed further: "Have you ever thought about being enslaved by a doll?" She replied: "I don't know, but it seems quite interesting." So, I spent several hours writing this erotic and sadistic article, with a strong fetishistic element. Rather than a pornographic novel, it's more like erotic literature, subverting my past writing style and transforming it into a story with greater depth and meaning. If you feel good after reading it, it means you've grasped the eroticism I wanted to express. If you feel lonely after reading it, it symbolizes entering my world and experiencing my emotions. Xiaoqiu shared this on a rainy night on 2013/11/13. fzl666 (+8 gold coins) - A red envelope is offered!

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