To Fix a Broken Doll Pt. 02

Literotic asexstories – To Fix a Broken Doll Pt. 02 by dothemath,dothemath
Part two of two. Please see the first part for content warnings.

Magnus woke early the next morning, as he usually did. The curtains on his windows were tied back to allow the early morning sunlight to stream into the room, rousing him as soon as there was enough light to start the day.

Typically, that would mean bathing and dressing and beginning to sort his correspondences; but on this morning, the first item to address for the day was the doll pressed against his side, very obviously trying to minimize her squirming.

He stroked a hand along her flank, then pressed down on her abdomen, feeling for the tightness of her bladder.

She immediately gasped and then stifled an unhappy noise, shifting uncomfortably in the bed, but he could tell by what he felt that she wasn’t full enough yet to present an immediate problem.

He slipped his hand next between her thighs, feeling the heat of her cunny and the dampness between her lips. He caught her clit carefully between his thumb and his first knuckle–it didn’t feel nearly as swollen as it had been the prior evening, having recovered somewhat from her punishment–and rolled it gently a couple of times.

The doll responded with a quiet cry of confused need and a full-body shudder.

“Good morning,” he said, dipping his hand lower to insert just the tips of two fingers into her hole.

“G–ah–good morning, sir,” she gasped. “This, um, this doll will–will need to use the toilet soon, sir!”

“How soon?” he asked, slowly brushing his fingers around her entrance and then pushing them in again, feeling the way her body fluttered and pulsed. He was familiar enough with the effect that a good pussy-spanking had on a doll–he did it himself, sometimes, for the fun of it–and he knew that the recovery would have left her feeling even more sensitive than before, to the point that she was likely as desperate for an orgasm as she was to relieve her bladder.

“S-soon, sir, very soon,” she whimpered.

He tutted. “No. Is this the longest you’ve ever been made to wait before? Surely not. During your initial training, you would have been denied access to a toilet for at least one twenty-four hour period.”

“I–I don’t remember it too well, sir,” she confessed. As his fingers slipped out of her hole again and up to circle her clit–it had grown plump, but not from the swelling of bruising now; she was simply very aroused–she shuddered again. “Sir…”

“I suppose you wouldn’t. Remember it, I mean.” He trapped the little organ between his thumb and finger again, and he felt her tense–bracing for a pinch, perhaps, maybe worried that the sudden pain would compromise her control over her bladder. But he only tugged very gently, working his fingers in little movements that mimicked the way he would stroke his own cock.

The doll let out an open-mouthed sob and jolted against him, her legs spreading wide and then trying to draw together again.

He hummed to himself, satisfied with her state. Though he was strict with dolls in his rooms about their casual use of his facilities, he typically didn’t force them to go the whole night without emptying their bladders; it was too close to a punishment for normal doll treatment, in his opinion. But it was nice to have the opportunity to play with a squirming, desperate doll when he had the chance.

“Please, sir, please,” she gasped as he continued his gentle tugging and manipulation of her twitching clit. “I won’t be able to hold it for very much longer…”

“Yes, you will,” he informed her easily. “You’ll surprise yourself with how long you can keep control. Of course, it can be unhealthy to overfill your bladder regularly, but this one time? I expect you could wait another hour, maybe two, before you truly risk soiling yourself.”

“Ohh,” she moaned, her expression crumpling into a picture of misery, but she didn’t try to beg or argue with him.

He tugged at her clit again, and she let out a little squeaking noise, her hips twitching. He smiled. “And what about your climax? How close are you to losing control over that?”

“I won’t, sir, I won’t come,” she promised, though she sounded less sure than the day before, as if she were repeating it to convince herself as much as him.

“If I were to give you permission to come, how close would you be?”

“Uh,” she moaned again, biting down hard on her lip before answering. “C-close. Just–very close, sir.”

“It would be a very intense climax, wouldn’t it? After being whipped yesterday?” He slid his fingers up and down her clit, then massaged at the base of it before tugging again. “I’ve seen a doll pass out from how hard she came the day after a pussy-spanking.”

She let out a long whine, her toes twisting in the sheets, and he laughed.

“If I left the choice up to you, little doll–whether you would get to use the toilet or get to come–which would you choose right now?”

“The toilet, sir, the toilet!”

“And why is that?” he asked, tugging at her clit again and watching her body roll and then flinch, caught between arousal and the discomfort of her full bladder.

“B-because, sir, this doll remembers–this doll remembers that you said she mustn’t come–so that she can remember her place properly! And I want to remember, I want to be a good doll!” she blurted. “And–and–this doll would be so very ashamed if she soiled your bed!”

“Very good,” he remarked.

She glanced up at him briefly, with an expression of pitiful hope, clearly expecting that she might have secured permission to relieve herself with her correct answer.

He smiled and reached down to hook two fingers into her twitching cunny again, pushing them in deep this time.

She bawled in surprise, flailing against him and then grabbing on with both hands as if she needed to brace herself.

“Don’t come, now,” he reminded her.

She nodded frantically, evidently unable to bring herself to speak as she sobbed and shuddered, holding tight to him and rocking her hips in restrained, lurching little movements like she was fighting back the instinct to ride down on his hand.

He tutted. “Is this what you wanted? To feel good? Isn’t this why you violated your most fundamental obligation as a doll and touched the part of your body that doesn’t belong to you?” With each word, he rocked his fingers inside her, plunging deeper, frothing up the wetness seeping out of her until the vulgar sound of her cunt being churned filled the room.

“No, sir,” she denied, and then quickly–in response to his frown–she forced out a handful more words, her voice wobbling: “Th-this doll is honored–sir–to be played with–for your entertainment–”

“I’m glad to hear that,” he informed her, twisting his fingers roughly inside her and feeling her cunt catch and shudder. “I am very entertained. I have half a mind to stick you on my cock and let you squirm on top of me until I finish.” She moaned and clenched around his fingers again, and he smiled. “Do you think you would last, doll? Or are you at risk of messing yourself on me?”

She shook her head. “You say that I can hold it, sir, so you must be right,” she whimpered in a small voice. “But–but–”

“But what?”

“Would I have permission to–to pinch myself? To stop myself from coming?”

“Yes. You have blanket permission to touch yourself for that reason, as long as you’re with me,” he assured her, patting her thigh. Then he slid his fingers out of her, satisfied with the results he’d gotten, even if he still hadn’t gotten to the bottom of her misbehavior. “Go use the toilet now, and clean yourself up. No makeup or scents, we’re still sticking to basics, but you may brush your hair.”

It seemed to take her a second, writhing against him, before she processed the instruction. Then she gasped and scrambled off the bed in a hurry, visibly steeling herself to pause at the edge of the bed and bow, her heels shifting against the floor like she was struggling not to dance in place. “Thank you, sir, for taking such considerate care of this doll!”

“Very good,” he said, and she made her way quickly to the washroom.

Magnus rolled onto his back and listened, smiling to himself and palming his cock casually as he heard quiet whimpers of discomfort echoing from the washroom. The doll, he knew, was attempting to convince her body to release her overfull bladder–complicated, no doubt, by her raging arousal and nearness to climax, which he had learned could make urinating a challenge for women as much as it also did for men.

Finally, after nearly half a minute, came the sound of her loosing herself into the toilet, followed by a guttural moan of relief not unlike the sound he would expect her to make if he stuck his cock into her and gave her permission to come.

He laughed.

***

Once Magnus had prepared for the day–and took the time to spend himself quickly down the doll’s throat, gripping her hair and fucking into her mouth to bring himself to an efficient finish–it was time to get to work. He brought the doll through the palace with him to his office, which was a large, airy room at the head of the administrative wing.

As Magnus entered with the naked doll leashed at his side, Jude, his secretary, stood to greet him. “Good morning, Advisor.”

“Good morning,” Magnus said, using a touch to direct the doll towards his own desk at the back of the room.

She went obediently, standing beside the desk patiently to wait for him while he spoke with Jude, who had already taken the liberty of sorting his correspondences for him. After accepting the most important ones–copies of numbers collected in a recent survey of prices of bread, beef, and beer throughout the major cities of the Empire which he had requested and been waiting for–he went to his desk and sat.

The doll knelt beside his chair, and he patted her head. “Look into the bottom drawer,” he instructed her.

She pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk, revealing a selection of toys that he kept handy for when he brought a doll to the office: phallic insertable toys and oil to go with them, metal clamps to be applied to nipples and other parts of the body, collars and gags.

“Choose one of the insertable toys and use the oil to slick it, then fill your rear.”

“Which size should this doll use, sir?”

“The largest size you believe you can fit without preparing yourself first,” he said.

“Yes, sir,” she murmured, then selected the second-thinnest toy, obediently slicking it with oil before leaning forward to slide it up into her body. She bit her lip to quiet herself as she pushed it in, clearly sensitive to the fact that she was in a room where business was conducted.

When she finally lodged the toy fully inside of herself with a low sigh, and then put away the oil and slid the drawer shut again, he gave her another pat on the head, then applied himself to his work.

The room was silent for the next few hours, disturbed only by the occasional shuffle of papers from himself or Jude, and faint little sighs from the doll when she adjusted her weight and reacted to the toy shifting inside her. Magnus’ quill scratched across the parchment as he recorded his notes on the figures he had received.

When Jude stood and said, “Advisor,” the sudden sound was evidently so startling to the doll that she twitched–and then squeaked, no doubt reminded firmly of the phallus lodged in her anus as she tensed up.

Magnus ignored her, nodding to Jude in acknowledgement.

“I have some records to bring to the archive. Do you need me for anything before I go?”

“No,” Magnus said, and pulled a few items out of a drawer. “Bring these as well while you’re there. And take your time–I’ll be administering a spanking to this doll, and I’m sure that will be a bit disruptive.”

“Yes, Advisor Magnus,” Jude said, his face coloring a little–imagining the spanking he wouldn’t be witnessing, perhaps–as he accepted the bound sheafs of parchment.

Jude left the room quickly, boot-heels tapping quietly on the floor, and Magnus felt the doll’s eyes on him. When he looked down, he found her gazing up at him and chewing her lip.

“Sir, did–did this doll perform poorly?”

“This morning, you mean?” Magnus asked. “No. You’ve been doing very well this morning. The spanking isn’t a punishment, it’s only part of my overall plan to correct your confused thinking. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, looking relieved. “I understand.”

He nodded and pushed back from the desk, turning his chair at a right angle to it. “Come here.”

The doll climbed into his lap, and then–at his direction–onto his desk, laying herself across it with her legs over his knees and her rump presented prettily.

He took a moment to fiddle with the toy in her rear, pulling it out a bit and turning it before pushing it in again, and watched the way her cunt flexed automatically in response.

Then he delivered the first hard spank.

She grunted in surprise, the toy slipping out of her a fraction as she tensed up.

Magnus tutted and pushed it back in. “Hold that in place, now.”

“Y-yes sir, this doll apologizes–eep,” she yelped as his hand landed across her rear a second time. The toy jumped, but she managed to keep it from slipping this time; so he continued, swatting her a dozen more times in quick succession.

By the end of the set, the doll was panting hard and shuddering, her sex damp and winking, as if it were so grateful to not be the target of the stinging slaps that it felt the need to respond with arousal. Though he imagined the toy in her back hole, and the jolting of his hand impacting around it, may also be contributing to her state.

He took a break, rubbing his hand over the blush of red that he’d brought up on her skin. “Tell me, now. How did Magistrate Porcius like to use you?”

She sucked in a startled breath. “S-sir–?”

He gave her another quick couple of smacks, right across where he estimated she was stinging the most, and she yelped. “Dolls don’t need to think as hard as that. I just want answers to my questions, honest answers. Did he use your rear?”

“Y-yes, yes sir, that was what he liked,” the doll said quickly. “Or sometimes between my thighs–low down, so he wouldn’t accidentally touch me where he wasn’t allowed.”

“Mm, I see. And your mouth?”

“No, sir, he didn’t like to use my mouth, because he liked to kiss me while he finished.”

“I see.” Magnus leaned onto the desk and reached down to slip two fingers into the doll’s mouth.

She opened up obediently, letting him pry past her teeth, prod at her tongue. When Magnus dipped his other hand down from where he had been caressing her spanked buttocks, slipping it between her thighs to tease lightly at her cunny, he felt the movement of her tongue as she swallowed–a wet, convulsive movement that mirrored the way her slit pulsed under his fingers.

“This mouth?” Magnus mused. “He found it more useful for kissing than fucking? What a waste. I’ll have you suck Jude, when he returns.”

“Ye-th thir,” she lisped around the intrusion of his fingers.

He prodded again at her cunny, and she breathed in hard, her hips tensing against the obvious urge to flex and rut down into the sensation. The visible end of the toy lodged in her rear bobbed a bit.

Magnus pulled his hand away from her mouth and tugged lightly at her hair, then left her sex alone to deliver five more sharp, serious slaps across her rump. These ones seemed to take her by surprise–the break in between, he knew, would have let the sting grow from the first set, intensifying the feeling–and she gasped and whimpered.

Then, Magnus stopped and once again grabbed hold of the toy in her rear, this time pumping it in and out of her with more purpose. The doll let out a shuddering noise, her hips wiggling in place.

“Like this?” he questioned. “He would use you this way?”

“Yes, sir,” she groaned.

“Did he feel very much like this?”

“H-he…he was thicker, sir…”

Magnus nodded. That only stood to reason; the toy was quite slim. He pulled it out of her, then leaned down and opened the drawer where it had come from, retrieving the phallus that was closer in thickness to a standard man’s cock.

After coating the new toy in oil, he pushed it into her–slowly, allowing her time to stretch–and listened to her moan.

“More like this?”

“Yes, sir…very much like it…”

He began working the toy in and out of her slowly. “And was he gentle with you? Used you carefully?”

“At first, yes…but then sometimes…he would be fast,” she murmured. Magnus picked up speed in response, plunging the toy in and out of her, and she gasped, her empty cunt spasming. “L-like that…”

“Which did you prefer? When he was slow and gentle, or when he would take you fast and hard?”

“This doll was only happy to serve him, sir,” she said, a blissful edge to her voice. As he began to pump the toy more quickly in her, she groaned and her sex twitched again, a long line of fluid dripping down from it and catching on her thigh.

“That’s good,” Magnus murmured, considering. “And climaxing?”

“He loved to climax inside my rear, sir. While kissing me.” She spread her thighs a bit and arched her back, perhaps unconsciously mimicking the pose that she would be in to receive him at those times, to allow him to push deep into her.

Magnus chuckled and patted her back with his free hand. “Yes, you said. I mean you, little doll. Did you climax when the Magistrate used you?”

“Oh. Sometimes,” she gasped. “When he would do it hard, and fast, and in–in a certain way, sometimes this doll would–would–” she fell silent for a second as Magnus used the hand on her back to push her hips down a bit, changing the angle of the toy entering her. “Hh–sir…”

“Like this? Receiving a pounding like this in your rear from Porcius, you might climax?”

“Yes…” she gasped, her hips hitching. Magnus continued to fuck the toy into her in short, quick thrusts, and after a few seconds, she whimpered. “Sir…”

“Remember, now, I don’t want you to finish.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, her tone so close to a whine that it made Magnus want to laugh.

“Did you enjoy that? Coming for your Magistrate?”

“I did, sir, because he loved it so much,” she gasped.

“He loved it? Porcius enjoyed it when you finished?”

“Yes, yes, he did. He would go wild with passion and kiss me, and tell me that he was proud, and that I deserved pleasure. He would say that I–that I was such a good doll and nobody else had noticed–” her voice cracked a bit and her hips jolted.

“You are a good doll,” Magnus agreed. “But what does that have to do with what you deserve?”

“H-he–he said–ughn,” the doll fell silent suddenly and sucked in a hard breath, her fingers scrabbling at the desk, like she was fighting back the urge to climax, and then she hiccoughed out, “Sir, please…”

Magnus continued to pump the toy inside her. “What did he say? I’m trying to understand, little doll, but this is very confusing to me. Why did Porcious believe that he was the only one who noticed how good you were?”

“B-because nobody else wanted me,” she sobbed, her voice shaking with how frantically she panted for air. “H-he saw that nobody else paid me special attention, except the guards who will use any doll that’s available. And he told me that was because they all hadn’t seen how good I was, how hard I was working to be a good doll, and that I deserved to have my cunt and clitty played with and made to come sometimes like the other very good dolls. But h-he couldn’t do that because he wasn’t allowed, so he was so happy when I came from him using my ass–uh, sir–sir–” she went silent again, tensing up, her thighs trembling.

Magnus plunged the toy into her even faster, grinding it mercilessly deep inside. Her voice cracked on a long sob and she clawed at his desk.

“Despicable,” he informed her. “Did you think that way, before he started to play with you? Did you believe that anyone thought you weren’t good enough?”

It took several moments before the doll recovered enough to gasp in a shaking breath and force out an answer. “N-no…I thought I d-did a good job…to serve the guards, sir, and make them happy…but Magistrate Porcius told me that that was a job for dolls that weren’t liked very much, that weren’t good enough.”

“Mm. I see.” Magnus worked the toy inside her a couple more times, and then pushed it in and left it there.

She whimpered and whined like a wounded animal, her hips jolting.

He was starting to have a clearer picture of what had gone wrong with this doll. “When you say that you’re a bad doll, now, do you mean because of how you touched the part of your body which the Empress owns? Or do you mean something else?”

She shook her head, trembling in his lap and on his desk. “I must have always been a bad doll, sir. Because–because only Magistrate Porcius thought I was good, and now–he must have realized it, too. That I’m bad.” Her tone was despairing, deeply sad in a way that a doll should never sound. “And I thought, maybe, if I–if I touched myself improperly, then Doll-Master Scipio would understand, and know that I needed to be fixed, because I’m so very bad and I feel so rotten about it–”

“Absolutely not,” he informed her, and began to spank her again, delivering one firm slap after another.

She yelled out in surprise and squirmed in his lap, her toes digging at his chair, but he refused to relent.

Five, ten, fifteen strikes, and she yelled again and froze up, fighting off the edge of another orgasm, her body tensing so suddenly and violently that the toy slipped out of her rear and dropped into his lap.

He spanked her five more times before grabbing the toy and tossing it aside. The doll was crying now, openly sobbing, her thighs splattered with the juices released by her desperate sex.

“Stand,” he said, and pushed her legs off of his lap.

She stumbled before managing to get her legs under her. When she tried to straighten up, clearly confused by what he wanted, he pushed her down over the desk again, grabbing her hair to keep her in place. With his other hand, he opened up his pants to release his hard cock, and then he stood up behind her and slammed into her rear, taking the place of the toy in one smooth stroke.

The doll made a garbled noise of shock, her soft muscles twisting around the thick pressure of his cock.

“Do not finish,” he reminded her sternly, and she nodded frantically, grinding her face into his desktop where he pressed her head down. Her feet twisted on the floor, her body hitching and tensing in little spasms, and she alternated between holding her breath and panting. When he leaned to the side to look her in the face, her eyes were rolling wildly in her head like a crazed horse’s. “Do you need me to help you hold back? Shall I spank your clit?”

“No, no, sir, I’ll finish if you do that, no, no,” she gasped, her whole body hitching again just at his words. “Just, just wait, wait, please, I–hh–” another rolling, crunching cramp passed through her body and she fell silent as she fought it, her knuckles going white on the desk. When she started to breathe again, it was in little whimpering sounds. “Sir, sir, I can’t, I can’t, your cock, please–”

“It’s staying in,” he informed her. “If you climax, I’ll ruin it with a whipping so severe that it’ll make the one Scipio gave you look like a gentle petting. Hold it.”

She nodded again, the whimpering noises turning frantic as another attempted orgasm began to wind up in her again, her body unrelenting in its need for release under the pressure of his cock after so much teasing. He could feel the muscles of her cunt fluttering and flexing just on the other side of the thin wall inside her body, no longer seeking stimulation but reacting to it, trying desperately to initiate the climax that she was fighting back.

When she pushed through again and went lax under him, Magnus gripped her hair tighter and shook her head gently to get her attention. “Why am I doing this? Why am I tormenting you with my cock when you aren’t allowed to finish? Why would I do this to a doll?”

“Because I’m a b-bad doll,” she stuttered.

He spanked her, hard, once on each cheek of her buttocks, and then slapped her more lightly on the flank, making her suck in a breath in surprise at the sting. “No. Why? What are you for, why would I use you this way?”

“Uh, nnh,” she grunted, her hips jolting. “B-because, because, because you like it, sir, because it makes your cock hard, you like it! I’m here for your pleasure, sir!”

“That’s right,” he said, an edge of grim satisfaction creeping into his voice. He leaned forward to speak into her ear. “I treat you this way because I like to. Magistrate Porcius fucked you and made you come because he liked to do so. And the guards use you roughly and without much care because that’s what they like.” He slapped her lightly on the flank again, then stroked her there, smoothing away the sting and feeling the shudder of her quick breathing under his hand. “Are you listening? Not a one of us chooses how to treat you based on whether you are a good or a bad doll, because only one person gets to decide that. Who is it who decides whether you are a bad doll?”

“I,” she hesitated, shuddering. “I don’t…is it Doll-Master Scipio? Sir?”

“Does Doll-Master Scipio own you?”

“No–the Empress, sir, the Empress owns me!”

“That’s right.” He stroked her flank again, then took a handful of the flesh of her buttocks, digging his fingers into the swollen heat where he’d spanked her. “The Empress selected you for service. The Empress owns you. And if she believed you to be a bad doll, the Empress would have you disposed of.”

He shifted his weight just a bit, not truly thrusting inside her–he knew she was close to the limit of how well she could control her body–but even that minute movement made her twist under him.

“Oh,” the doll gasped, sounding dizzy and confused and relieved all at once. “The Empress…she decides? Truly?”

“Yes.” He gentled his grip on her hair and rubbed her scalp lightly. “Do you want to go to the Empress and tell her that you think she’s made a mistake? That she’s been paying to feed and house and clothe a bad doll?”

“No! No, sir, the Empress doesn’t make mistakes,” the doll protested, sounding appropriately horrified.

“That’s right.” He rocked his hips in her, just to feel her whole body clamp down on him again and the twitching, trembling effort as she fought off another climax. The tightness of it was delicious, milking him closer and closer to his own finish.

He hummed quietly into her ear, then rubbed her scalp with his knuckles. “Every doll in the Doll Kennel is good. The Empress would not keep a bad doll. Serving the guards is an appropriate use for a good doll, as much as any other.”

“Oh,” the doll gasped again, breathing hard. When he rocked his hips again, she repeated the noise, but more mournfully. “Sir…sir…are you, are you going to fuck me very hard?”

“Are you trying to tell me not to?” he asked, amused.

“Please, sir, use this doll any way it pleases you, b-but–if you move much more–p-please be ready to whip me, like you said, because I can’t–I won’t be able to stop it,” she whimpered.

“Mmm.” He rocked inside her again. “See if you can get me off without my having to fuck you, then. It would be a great inconvenience to me if I had to pull out in the middle of my own climax just to make sure that I properly ruined yours, doll.”

“Y-yes sir,” she gasped, and then took a few breaths before clenching deliberately around him, massaging his cock.

He groaned in appreciation, at the same time as she let out a pitiful little moan, the muscles of her cunt rippling and twitching in counterpoint to the relaxation of her rear tunnel. Realizing, perhaps, that this method wouldn’t be any easier than letting him fuck her.

She sucked in a quick, bracing breath and held it before she squeezed around him again. She wiggled her hips a little as well, as if trying to find a way to ride him that wouldn’t push her closer to the edge–but then her body gave a cramping, stuttering clench, and she quickly stopped moving, freezing under him in a panic. After a second, she let out the breath she was holding in a series of frantic little squeaks that resolved into, “Sir–sir–”

“Mmm?” he asked, and then, when she didn’t say anything else, he rolled his hips impatiently, grinding deep inside her.

She bit off a short wail and tensed her whole body under him, trembling with the effort. “S-sir…I…”

“You can’t do it?” he tutted. “I suppose I’d better finish quickly, then, so that I can enjoy myself. Keep holding the edge, just like that…”

He began to thrust into her clenched hole, humming in pleasure at the sensation of the tight ripples of muscle around his cock, the slide of her fluttering flesh.

She remained frozen under him, her body quivering with the force of holding off her climax, her knuckles white on the edge of his desk as he fucked into her tormented, denied body, using her like the toy she was. She was holding her breath, only occasionally letting out shaking, explosive gasps and then sucking in another wet lungful of air, her eyes rolling in her head as she drooled onto his desk.

“Almost there,” he assured her calmly, and she responded with a desperate sob. “Just another second–now, if you come while I’m finishing, I’ll be very disappointed, you’ll be spoiling a rather nice climax for me–”

The doll made an attempt to answer, jerking her head in a stilted nod and whimpering her distress. Her body tightened just a bit more around him, twitching urgently, and then he slammed into her and grunted as he began to come.

Her body jolted in time with his, her muscles straining frantically around his cock, drawing each load from him until he gave a few final, dry twitches and groaned quietly in discomfort. Perhaps he was getting too old to use a doll so many times in such a short period.

When Magnus pulled free of the tight clutch of the doll’s rear, she remained where she was, her toes straining against the floor. A line of fluid ran down the inside of her thigh, wet enough to be squirt, though there wasn’t enough of it to make him think she’d snuck a climax while he was finishing; besides, it was obvious from the tight tension of her body that she was still fighting herself.

He reached into the bottom drawer of his desk and drew out a crop, which he tapped against the inside of her thigh. “Relax, now.”

“C-can’t, sir,” she stuttered, her toes curling against the floor.

“I know, you’re going to climax. I’ll ruin it, like I said. There’s no point in trying to put it off, you’re past the point of recovering yourself now.”

She shook her head frantically. “Just–just wait, sir, please, I–I–”

He interrupted her by drawing back the crop and striking her solidly between her spread thighs, aiming directly for the pink little button of her clit.

The doll screamed and jolted against the desk hard enough to make the heavy piece of furniture scrape against the floor. Then she screamed again as if he had hit her a second time, her whole body curling into the wood and spasming violently as her cunt let loose a gush of liquid.

“That’s it,” he said, letting approval color his voice as he placed a hand on her shuddering spine to steady her. “Let it happen.”

“Uhh,” she sobbed loudly, another spasm going through her body like a wave, followed by a pitifully small dribble of squirt. “H-hurts…sir…”

“I know,” he assured her, and whipped her clit a second time.

She screamed and gushed again, her body in crisis, her cunt winking frantically as it stuttered its way through the ruined climax in response to the cruel, overwhelming sting of the crop.

He shushed her. “I’ll go lighter on you than I planned to, I see that this is already painful enough for you. And you did so well, waiting until I finished.”

The doll let out another noisy sob and then whimpered sharply when he cropped her a third time, this time across the gaping hole of her cunt, causing another thimbleful of fluid to sluice sloppily from her trembling sex.

He whipped her six times in all, milking her broken climax from her over a handful of minutes as she sobbed with unrestrained misery.

Finally, all of the tension had left her body and she was shaking with exhaustion, her feet barely bracing enough to keep her from sliding back off the desk.

Magnus put the riding crop aside and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back until she folded into his lap, limp and damp all over with the feverish sweat of someone who had just withstood significant bodily distress. The expression on her face, though, when her head rolled towards him, was nearly dream-like with peace, and she broke into a sweet smile when she looked up at him.

She swallowed several times before she managed to say, “Thank you, sir.”

“For making you come?” he asked, surprised, but her brow furrowed in confusion–which was fair, perhaps; it would be difficult to argue that the painful, incomplete climax she had just suffered qualified as coming–and then she shook her head.

“For explaining, sir. That I’m not a bad doll.”

She spoke slowly, like she had to make an effort to form the words, and Magnus smiled faintly. He did think dolls were especially appealing when they had been worked to the point of being a little addled.

“Ahh, well. I’m glad that Master Scipio won’t need to trouble himself with re-training you.”

“I’m glad for that, too, sir,” she assured him earnestly, the syllables slurring together a bit.

Magnus chuckled, then helped her slide down to her knees on the floor, out of the way of the puddle she’d left on the floor.

He tossed a rag onto the puddle and then used another to wipe down his crop and the toys that had been used, bundling them up to be set aside for cleaning. When he returned to his work, he placed his hand on top of the doll’s head to pet her idly, and she slumped happily into his leg, not even stirring when Jude returned.

Magnus let her rest for an hour or so and then had her drink some water before he sent her over to Jude’s desk–she was still tired, so he allowed her to crawl, rather than making her stand when she was crossing such a short distance anyway–and let Jude make use of her mouth.

He ended his work day soon after that, leaving Jude with instructions to call in the cleaning slaves for a thorough wipe-down of his desk and the floor beneath it.

The doll was able to walk through the palace with him, though she limped a bit from the pain in her freshly whipped clit. Magnus guided her, not back to his own rooms, but to the guard quarters; she seemed too dazed to notice, though, until they had nearly reached the common room, at which point she let out a quiet, “Oh!” of comprehension as she looked around.

“This is the final step in your correction,” he informed her. “I’m sure the guards will be happy to see that you’re feeling better.”

“They won’t notice any difference, sir,” she said, but she didn’t sound bothered by the fact. “Will you be staying to use me, too?”

“No, I’ve spent more than enough time with you, and I need to have a conversation with Scipio. I’ll tell him where I’ve left you.”

He pushed open the door to the guards’ quarters and directed her inside. It was early afternoon, and there were already several guards gathering to relax after the end of their shifts. Their chattered quieted when Magnus entered the room, though several of them were eyeing the doll more than him, clearly taking in her lack of clothing and mussed appearance.

“I apologize for the state of her,” Magnus said, “but I’m finished with this doll, and I thought you men might like her for the next few hours.”

“Sure, Advisor Magnus, we’ll take her,” said one of the higher-ranked guards. Magnus recognized him vaguely from some of the more secure areas of the palace. “She all prepped and everything?”

Magnus tilted the doll forward over the nearest empty bench and slipped two fingers into her, checking that she was still loose enough from his earlier use of her. She hummed and squirmed, spreading her thighs and settling into place with a natural ease that spoke to how well-acquainted she was with being fucked over the guards’ benches.

“Yes, she should be fine,” he determined.

He stepped away, and one of the guards was already approaching, unbuttoning his pants; as Magnus shut the door behind himself, he heard the doll squeal in surprise, before another guard’s cock plugged her mouth and muffled the sound.

He smiled to himself, and made his way back towards the Doll Kennel to report his success to the Doll-Master.