A doll that's been trained. Not that it even realized how thoroughly it's been trained completely without its knowledge, or even that it was trained at all.
Of course, the witch doesn't let this training sit idle. "Doll, kneel."
The dolls face goes slack before it even fully comprehends what's going on, a semi confused eyebrow raise killed before it even began.
The doll rises from its chair, instantly kneeling before the witch. Empty eyes and face slack as it stares into the waiting eyes of its witch.
The witch stands before the doll, a sort of, blank, unamused look, hardness in her eyes. "Doll, spread"
Again before the doll even has a chance to understand, it shifts from a one legged kneel to both knees firmly planted wide on the ground. Eyes, slightly nervous, the blank look still dominating it's face.
The doll shakes it head. Staring up at its witch,
"how.. how I was just, how did you"
"who knows. Doll, pleasure"
A moan errupts from the doll, it's knees shaking and her hands instinctively grabbing at it's witches legs
"pathetic, how did you end up like this?"
The doll twitches as it receives the degradation. It's eyes squeeze a little bit as it grows more desperate
"miss, I, you, how are you, why am I"
The witch sneers. "Doll freeze." The doll stops, perfectly still. Frozen in time. The witch steps away, freeing herself from the clutches of the desperate thing in front of her, she crouches on her heels. Down to eye level with the prostrated doll. "I own you." The smallest shiver of reaction passes throughout the creature. "I can get you to do more than you can, your body betrays you, unfreeze"
The doll, now holding nothing, no longer supported by whatever mental magic its witch worked on it. Collapses.
The thing freezes, mid catching itself on the ground, now on its elbows and knees, she takes a second, once again repositioning to be right, next, to its ear, almost whispering.
The doll is wracked with a pang of pleasure so great its body shakes, knowing that even if it weren't true before then, in that moment it was. The doll knew what it said to be true.
"Hi my love, how you are doing"
The doll shakes its head, seeking to clear its head from whatever just happened, now slowly getting up from its fours, until it finds itself knealt, her hand slowly raising its chin to meet her gaze
"Good, I'm so glad I'm yours."
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