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a message to all the phlog pyros out there
if you are going to mmph taunt and get you’re crits, please dont do it out in the open
i will headshot you as soon as you are done
Okay, I just had this thought that won’t get out of my head. Imagine if cyberlife gave Nines sharp canine teeth for additional intimidation purposes, but instead of scaring Gavin, it hits him right in the kink that he previously didn’t even know he had. One day during an arguement, Gavin says “Bite me.” and Nines couldn’t tell that wasn’t what he meant, so he just phckin bites Gavin on the shoulder, and hearing him moan makes Nines deviate so he can ignore work and take Gavin to bed 🤤
I 100% support this
These. These are good words. Such very good words. Good, good words.
Me, staring into the middle distance: I don't like any of this
An image which really, should need no caption. Every detail is stark, cruel, immediately clear.
The thick, suffocating puffer suit in the glass box in the summer sun against the breathable office wear.
The sticky, crawling sweat, the gagged mouth against the clink of ice in the cup, the beads of condensation which drip.
The keys which jingle when she moves, useless to her yoked hands, clinking with each movement, just near enough that she can brush the key-ring with her fingertips if she strains and strains.
Why is she in the box? A punishment? Perhaps. She has done nothing wrong, she knows she has, but to them it makes no difference. Perhaps the other is the real culprit, here to rub it in. Sweet, gloating mockery.
She stares at the drink, but the woman (perhaps the real culprit), only smiles.
"Still haven't unlocked yourself? Silly girl."
"Mmmmmf!"
"Hot, isn't it?" She takes out a silken kerchief, wipes at the sweat between her breasts, lets out a satisfied sigh.
"Nnnnnnnmmmmgh!!!!" The maddening itch between her breasts has never gone away since the day they put her in the suit, though they'd said it was 'self-cleaning'.
"Sorry, dear, couldn't quite catch that." She giggles, a light, mocking sound, brings the cup right up to the glass.
Slow, sticky dripping of sweat. Please. Just a sip, even a drop, of cold water, of ice-cold condensation.
The woman swirls the cup, letting her hear every lovely clink of ice against ice, takes a long sip. A drop of sweat crawls, and another. A furious, gagged sound. The woman laughs, does it again.
"MMMMMMMMFFF!!!!"
At this stage, your doll is almost ready. To complete the transformation from she to it, attach the gas tanks in box VII to it's back with the harness provided. Do not worry if they are heavy: it will get used to the weight. Do NOT use the collar attachment point for the oxygen tanks. Connect the red-coloured pipe to the mask, and connect the yellow-coloured pipe to the chastity belt outlet. This will ensure a steady flow of it's waste into its own nutrition and air supply. Finally, turn on the motor: this will activate the cleansing systems in the suit and start up the drainage system, decreasing the risk of bacterial and fungal infections due to sweat buildup to almost zero, while ensuring a maximum of sticky, itchy discomfort.
For owners of Types 3a, 3b, 4a, 4b, see Section 8 on the use of the suit's microfibre bristle system. WARNING: Due to the impossibility of sleep while the microfibre bristle system is active, observe the guidelines for use AT ALL TIMES. DollThing shall not be responsible for any damage due to insufficient sleep. Motherfuckers think they can run a human on no sleep: if we could do that we'd just sell the secret to the US army and make our billions that way.
Finally, for that extra, cruel touch, enter your doll's measurements and your model number into our Tantaliser, and attach the keys to the cable mechanism. Our state-of-the-art AI will soon ensure that your doll is constantly within reach of its own release keys, only to jolt them away the exact moment it tries to grab them, always just a little too fast for their fingers. DollThing is proud to declare that, of the thousands of dolls fitted with the Tantaliser, to date, not a single one has managed to grab their keys, much less unlock themselves.
Happy Tormenting! Remember to upload pictures and videos of your dolls frustrated, sweaty struggles to DollSpace, where you can watch the most popular torture videos each day!