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Thread: Night of the living Doll (me and CindyHarrison

Claire was half asleep when she rolled over absent mindlessly blinking a few times as she stared into it's blue eyes laughing a bit as for a moment she thought of keeping the thing. Looking it over she could see why some people would want this sort of thing in there life. At the moment she was single though she had had a handful of lovers in the past even one girlfriend as an experiment. But that was a while ago and been almost a few months since her last date which failed horribly that it put her off from trying for a bit. But she slept better when next to someone and this doll with a bit of fooling herself could help with that. Guess there's no harm in just cuddling you. Claire said reaching over and awkwardly flipping the doll around making her the small spoon as she wrapped her legs around hers a bit. As Claire drifted off to sleep again her hand ran through her silky hair amazed at how realistic it felt and how much it comforted her allowing her to drift off to sleep a bit faster. Though she continued to stroke the dolls hair eventually finding the switch in her half asleep state and flicked it on with the last pass through on her right side. She pulled the doll in closer her body pressing against it as the hand going through it's hair moved south eventually stopping just above her waist. Despite being relaxed and rather tired Claire couldn't find sleep as her curiosity was beginning to get the better of her. She knew the doll was fake just from the feel of it's skin but she was curious how many other parts of it were realistic like it's hair. Her hand moved a bit north gently resting on her large bust and gently groped the doll a few times as she got used to the feel of it's skin. Though just as soon as she started Claire stopped as the logical part of her brain was fighting with her curiosity realizing how ridiculous this would look to anyone watching. She laid there for a moment her hands gently draped over the doll's stomach as she closed her eyes snuggling up into the doll trying to fall asleep for her nap. A long sigh escaped her lips as she couldn't find sleep yet as there was one more part of the doll's body she was curious about. Slowly and nervously her hand moved it's way down while another parted her legs giving her a bit more access. Claire closed her eyes as she traced a finger over her outer lips taking in the full detail that went into her. After teasing the doll for a bit she dipped a finger into the doll slowly exploring it as her other hand gently rubbed herself getting caught up in the moment.
Thread: Night of the living Doll (me and CindyHarrison

The doll laid on the bed motionless, her power being off since the night of the accident. Suddenly, something happened. SHE WAS BROUGHT BACK TO LIFE! She blinked her eyes and was facing a warm tan naked body, only inches away from her...it was a human female! That was when the voices in her head first began.....it was no longer soulless eyes that was gazing at the luscious naked girl lying next to her.....It was William. It was he that looked through the doll's eyes, it was he that was enjoying the sensation of the girl gently probing her pussy. That feels soooo good when you put your finger inside me, she whispered softly. The doll wasn't sure how the girl would react, hearing the doll speak for the first time. She responded by wrapping her arms around the girl's waist, drawing her even closer. She seeked out and found Claire's nipples and began to suck them gently.... To both Claire and the doll's own suprise, she began to feel a wetness between her legs. Was her creator that well planned?
Thread: Night of the living Doll (me and CindyHarrison

The soft whisper was enough to stop Claire in her tracks as a panic swept through her whole body as her mind started racing. Her first thought was she was going crazy and that living in a house by herself had gotten to her more than she thought. The last thing she would have believed was that the doll was alive. She came back to her senses as the doll pulled her in closer leading her to that conclusion as it was too late to escape the grip of the blonde thing on the bed. Though not for lack of trying as Claire tried to squirm away as the doll continued to advance on her. She gave up struggling as a soft squeak escaped her lips as the doll latched on to her chest her nipple quickly hardening from the sucking and softness of her lips. Claire raised and eyebrow as she felt an odd warmth and dampness coming from where the two were connected and knew that it wasn't her that was already that wet. Though if the doll kept up this kind of attention to her body she wouldn't be far behind her. As her chest was teased more her mind became a bit fuzzy getting lost in her more carnal desires and began to stop questioning things so much. After all it had been a long dry spell for her and she saw no harm in getting one good night out of the doll before she turned it off and found it a new home. Slowly her hands drifted down groping the doll's ass as her other hand ran through her hair. she eased back as much as she could giving her access to more of her body
Thread: Night of the living Doll (me and CindyHarrison

Your'e having an interesting effect on my body, the doll spoke in her baby soft voice....she wasn't speaking like that to arouse the human female, it was simply because that was the voice her creator gave her. The latex-like skin was soft and supple and quickly warming to the girl's touch...it was if they were both exploring each other, although the android had far more to learn.... But she was learning quickly. The doll watched as Claire slipped her finger inside and decided to do the same thing to her. She slipped a slightly longer finger inside Claire. The doll's memory was of course perfect and she remembered exactly to the centimeter how deep Claire slipped her finger inside. Assuming this was what the human wanted in return, the doll slipped a digit inside. When it was obvious that the human was moist but not wet, the doll began to masturbate the girl, the doll's finger effortlessly gliding in and out of Claire's now wet pussy. Unlike a human, the doll could keep this up forever since she could not get tired. For some reason the human was clutching her ass....'groping' was the word that suddenly flashed into her from her extensive memory bank. According to the doll's vast internal memory bank, groping was a sign of affection. Determined to mimick, the doll responded by doing the same to her. She could easily puncture the human's skin so she made sure her grasp was soft and gentle. At the same time she continued to suck on Claire's tits, taking the nipple into her mouth. This was the first human she had encountered and she wanted this to be a non injurious satisfactory encounter. I am attempting to learn as much as I can about the sexuality of the human female, the doll said, then immediately realized her words came out....how did her creator call it? too....mechanical.... But....your body is perfect....warm and soft and I want very much to please you....I know I can give you an.......orgasm.... As the doll continued to explore, something else was happening. The doll's latex-like skin , her hypnotic eyes would soon begin to have an effect on the human....her very skin would prove to be as intoxicating as a drug, a drug that would soon entrap young Claire.....
Thread: Night of the living Doll (me and CindyHarrison

Claire let out a loud gasp she felt the doll match her moves slowly prodding and exploring her own pussy as her own hands continued to grope and massage at her artificial skin. It was a bit off putting at first but as it warmed up and she Claire got lost in the heat of the moment. Her soft moans became longer as the doll stepped up her efforts and began to finger her faster and with a surprising amount of skill for someone who was learning. Though she suspected that it was all programmed into her and she just merely needed to uncover it. MMMph not bad for a first time. Claire joked as she gently nudged her head up so their lips could meet. Claire placed a long deep kiss on the doll loving her rather plump lips as she took in the scent of the doll letting it fill up her nostrils. Like the feel of her skin the first time was odd not bad though. But every breath afterwards she came around to the smell of the doll as it grew on her not knowing the addictive nature it held. I'm sure you can dear so why don't you show me and not tell. Claire said her eyes looking with hers for a breath moment. Her concerns about the doll coming to life were already a bit placated but as she stared into those soft blue pools she felt the last remaining threads of hesitation melt away. And slowly be built back with a new desire to use the doll and only her. She wrapped her arms around the doll shifting her body so she was under her and her legs spread out giving the doll complete access to herself. The doll's efforts were already showing as Claire was a breathing a bit heavy and her own woman hood glistening with arousal. Even some of it beginning to roll down her thigh. Now if you can give me a good orgasm I just might return the favor. Claire whispered softly into her ear before locking lips with her one more time. To the young woman nothing was wrong and she saw herself in charge after all she inherited the house and thus her by default.
Thread: Night of the living Doll (me and CindyHarrison

As Claire suspected, the doll had indeed been programmed in many, if not all the sexual 'arts'.....but she was also programmed how to control and dominate weaker victims. Together with her built in seductive capacities and the mysterious chemical properties of her soft supple latex skin, she would soon become a dangerous and dominating force. Without a word, the doll slid in between the girl's outstretched legs, grasped the girl's inner thighs and began licking and sucking her pussy lips. Something inside the doll's mouth extended her tongue twice as long as a human's.....and twice as talented. The human female, she noticed was already wet....it wouldn't take long to get her to climax. Curling her long tongue like a cock, she effortlessly slid it inside, tongue fucking the girl. Not being human, she couldn't grow tired so the doll kept up a steady pace, pumping the girl until she came. Inside the positronic brain, vast unheard plans were slowly forming. The doll was going to eventually control and dominate this moaning human female......
Thread: Narnia in Need (Rivine and Gunner)

Dinah noted the sudden stillness in the grove. The birds who had once sang softy and sweetly were silent. The chattering of squirrels halted. Dinah glanced around with a small frown. Perhaps a hawk? An eagle even? She looked up but found nothing but dense canopy. It was as if that small glen were an ancient world, secluded from the rest of the land. Perhaps a fox then. Some kind of predator was near. Why else would the sonf of the glen halt so suddenly? Branches hissed and scritched, Dinah pulled up short. Her heart leaped to her throat just as a large, rough hand clamped down over her mouth. Her scream more a yelp of surprise against the large hand. A band of warm, silken iron wrapped around her body. Pinned back against a warm, broad body, movement utterly stilled. She heard a muffled scream of fright. Meribeth. The maid lost her wits, shrieking against the hand that covered her mouth. Dinah managed to look over at her maid and the man that held her. A Scott obviously. It didn't take much to figure out who held her. She watched at Meribeth wiggled and writhed in the man's grip, all her movements utterly useless against the man's strength. Dinah's heat beat hard against her chest. A whisper into her ear sent little tremors down her back. A gunshot rang through the air. The sudden booming crack of the pistol even made Meribeth stop struggling. Both women tried to turn and look. Meribeth had the better view, all Dinah could see was a pair of stilled boots. Meribeth shrieked again, her efforts doubled to get away. The man behind Dinah moved, pulling her along. Finally Dinah fought back. Her actions more solid, more thought out than Meribeth's frantic wriggling. Dinah threw her elbows back as best as she could, reared her head back to loosen his grip on his face, maybe even cracked the back of her head against his nose. That was slightly more useless since she came up to his collar bone. That was with riding boots on too. Still she tried to dislodge his hand to sink her teeth in. All the while her legs stayed limp to making dragging her a little harder, add more weight so he might drop her. The remaining guards didn't sit idly by with their comrade being shot. Drawing pistol and sword they ran to give chase. Come back you mangy curs! The men shouted. Their tones snarling. The Scotts killed one of their own and were trying to make off with their women. This would not stand.
Thread: Narnia in Need (Rivine and Gunner)

Gabriel grunted as the woman in his grasp started to struggle mightily after he started trying to take her away. He tightened his grip, trying to hold on to her, but between her throwing her elbows and the biting, he ended up losing his grasp. Fuckin' wench! he declared, feeling the results of her bite turning moist with blood. Gabe was no small man, standing half a head taller than most of his fellows, but the way that the Englishwoman fought... well she fought as if she were a Highland lass. He reached out as if to grab her again, to try and take hold of her before she could really slip away from him, but the redcoats had other plans. More shots rang out, from the Scots and Brits both, with men on both sides falling. In the first exchange three of the Scotsmen fell as did two more Englishmen. Three of the remaining redcoats had bypassed the small Scottish rearguard and had closed on Gabriel and Finn. Gabe had managed to grab the back of her skirt, but was forced to let go as one of the footmen bore down on him,charging with bayonet leveled he was forced to twist away. His hand quickly darted to the hilt of his basket hilted sword drawing it smoothly and then quickly striking at the English soldier, but his blow was intercepted by the stock of the man's musket. Gabriel's blood rose as he became embroiled in the fight, raining a flurry of blows on the man before landing a slash across the man's chest. As the footman fell Gabe noticed that Finn had been overcome by two soldiers. Growling he drew his own pistol, leveling it at one of the duo and firing, practically point blank. The ball ripped into the man, even as Gabriel closed in on his confederate. The fighting continued to rage, the Scotsmen proving their valor against the greater numbers. Gabriel had his pistol knocked from his hand, but his sword found the redcoat's gut. As he slipped the weapon free he looked around. His two remaining fellows were still fighting, but he could not spare a moment for them. No, his attention returned to the woman he had taken hold of before. Where is she!? He could feel the chance slipping away, but he was not about to give up.
Thread: Narnia in Need (Rivine and Gunner)

The iron tang of blood danced on her tongue. The man, with a very foul mouth by-the-by, released her. Wether from her violent efforts or from her father's men rushing to fight she was released. Dinah did not pause to consider what to do. She picked up her skirts to run to Maribeth's side. Her maid, too, had been released as her captor was suddenly engaged in fighting. Her skirts caught and she staggered to a halt. She turned just in time to see the large, brutish Scott holding the folds of her wide riding skirts before having to turn and engage one of the guards. Dinah took the second opportunity to grab Maribeth by the hand and make a break for the wagon. Both women burst from the small grove to see the rest of the Englishmen engaging the Scottish ruffians. Maribeth cling to Dinah's arm in fear. Come on, Dinah hissed to her terrified maid. She nearly had to drag the women to the cart with the sounds of fighting behind them. Sharp cracks of gun fire filled the air, grunts of pain, clashing metal. As they passed a guard Dinah stopped the grab his sword he never got to draw before his life was ended. The sharp blade sliced through the leathers that bound the large draft horse to the cart. Up you get now, Dinah said as she helped push Maribeth onto the massive horse's back. You need to run, find a town. If you see none in red do not stop. Do you understand? Maribeth nodded frantically. Dinah was not so sure the doe eyed woman fully grasped what she said. It didn't matter, she would find safe haven. With a sharp slap to the gelding's rump they were off. Now for Chulainn. The handsome, sleek gelding had danced away from the fighting but was easily spotted a few yards away. He pranced and danced in worry. Blood was ripe in the air. All the sounds terrifying but he didn't have his mistress. Dinah put her thumb and forefinger to her lips and gave a long, sharp whistle. Chulainn's ears pricked forward and he tossed his head before he began running towards her. Good horse. Dinah picked up her skirts and ran to meet him. There would be no dramatic, running mount. Not with a side saddle and not in such skirts. Chulainn pulled up to stop and Dinah caught his reins. Without a block and given his height mounting from the ground was always a challenge. With a few small hips and a heave she at least managed to flop onto the saddle in an ungainly manner. Dash it all, she groaned as she struggled to right herself. A crack of a gun. Chulainn squealed and bucked, dumping Dinah onto the grass. She grunted with the sudden hard drop and rolled to her back as Chulainn bucked. It was easy to see the red gash on his flank. A stray bullet had grazed him. Dinah was up again, catching his reins. Easy...easy boy...shhhh... she tried to calm him. He was in pain! His mistress was near but it hurt! She managed to calm him just enough to give mounting a second try with far more success. Single stirrup or not she didn't bother righting her skirts or slinging her leg over the side. Very unladylike display of leg, covered by breeches of course.
Thread: Narnia in Need (Rivine and Gunner)

The fight was a hot one, brutal and unyielding. There was no quarter given by either side as firearm and blade alike took life after life. Gabriel had caught sight of his quarry, seen her dash for the small encampment the English had made. So he took after her, hoping that his brothers-in-arms could hold the English long enough for him to see the job through. His blue and green kilt did not impede his movements as he dashed after her, his steps carrying him swiftly and unerringly after his prey. He had closed in on her and just made it into the campsite when one of the footmen interposed himself between Gabe and her. The Scotsman slammed into the redcoat at a run, before he could level his musket to fire or stab, bowling him over. As the guard hit the ground his rifle discharged, the shot grazing the side of Dinah's horse, though neither Gabriel nor the soldier knew that. The two tousled on the ground, Gabriel having lost his sword, but as it so happened he still had his dirk at his belt. The man reached down and drew it free, then plunged it into the redcoat time and again until the man stilled. Grunting, Gabriel pushed himself up off the ground, just in time to see the woman mounting a fine grey horse. Quickly he sheathed his dagger and picked up his sword, sheathing it in turn, then dashed towards her at a dead sprint. He used a nearby rock as a launching point and jumped, landing on the horse behind her and quickly putting an arm around her waist as his other hand moved to try and wrestle the reins from her. The horse reared and bucked as the two fought on it's back, then it bolted, carrying them both away from the battlefield. Gabriel gripped her tightly, still trying to gain the reins as the horse galloped. Thankfully he was a skilled horseman and despite the bumpy ride he had been able to keep his seat so far, his strong legs latched onto the horse's flanks. Give it up lass! he cried out, determined to take her. With he he could make the sacrifice of his comrades worthwhile. How much would she bring? He suspected her dowry would be counted in the thousands. But first he would have to get her away from the redcoats that had been protecting her.
Thread: Narnia in Need (Rivine and Gunner)

Dinah was nearly Scott free. Nearly though. Chulainn squealed at the sudden thumping weight on his back as the massive Scott leaped begins Dinah. The woman also yelled in surprise and frustration as a she was wrapped in a warm coil once more. Get off my horse you cur, she shouted at him, squeezing the reins right as he tried to wrest them from her grip. Terrified and in pain Chulainn suddenly bolted, kicking and bucking as he took off. The ride was rough as he barreled across the sweeping fields. Chulainn weaves and swerved as his reins were yanked and jostled in the fight. Dinah had just as firm a grip on her horse with. It's legs astride as the Scott begins her did. One arm was firmly pinned to her side while the other clings to the reins like a lifeline. With no guidance and no path Chulainn veered towards a misty copse of trees. He barreled right in, uncaring for the humans safety. By some insane amount of luck neither human was struck by a rogue branch. The battle was hard fought between the pair who wouldn't give in. Dinah's hair came loose from the delicate jeweled net which hung in tangled in her hair which flowed somewhat freely. They barreled through an overgrown, misty path. Though Dinah was not overly concerned with where they were going. Her face as flushed as she battled with the man, green eyes ablaze. You give it up you mongrel! They broke through the trees. Stop! Dinah suddenly shrieked, pressing her back into the Scott as she pulled the reins. Not five feet of ground remained before the cliffs edge. Chulainn's hooves skittered on the deathly grey rock but it was no use. All three were pulled over the edge before anyone could stop or dismount. The sudden descent took her breath away. It was not such a long fall and they all hit gentle rolling surf. Dinah released her legs from Chulainn and kicked for the surface. Chulainn managed to break surface first. Being a simple beast he had an instinct for survival and began paddling towards shore. Only one hundred yards away, perhaps less, with the rolling tide to help carry. He trotted ashore and shook off with a groan, tossing his head and flicking his tail. Meanwhile Dinah's pale face was white. Oh she was a sporting thing but she was not such a strong swimmer. Even the soft waves were too much and she struggled to keep herself above the surface.