"Dolly needs holes filled. Dolly must be still. Dolly needs a master." Dolly's mind had been filled with nothing but these thoughts for a while now waiting to be used.
A Few hours later Dolly was found by her brother Jack who walked in with surprise. Picking Dolly up and examining the blowup doll he couldn't help but laugh, probably a cheap trick by his friend. Buying him a cheap-looking blow-up doll he thought. Still, I guess I could give it a go, not like I have to tell anyone, jack mused to himself as he took Dolly into his room and locking the door.
Dolly was ecstatic, she was finally going to be used, she felt her master pick her up and was taken into another room. Placed on the bed looking up at the ceiling. Dolly could see out of the corner of her eye master was getting undressed. Dollys arousal was rising, knowing her purpose was about to be fulfilled.
Jack threw the blow-up doll on the bed and started to undress, curious why his sister isn't back yet but guessing she got caught up with some friends. He knew he had a couple of hours before anyone else would be home and he planned to make the best of that time. Finished undressing jack walked over to the blow-up doll, spreading its legs slightly. Jack then proceeded to fuck the blow-up doll while thinking of Amy's friend Monica, After a few short minutes, Jack was about to cum, surprised how tight this blowup doll feels, though something seemed off. It was like the blowup doll was vibrating, or every now and then he swore he could hear a faint moan inside his head. finished and feeling a bit off Jack decided to deflate the blowup doll. Putting it away under his bed.
Dolly felt the anticipation building, watching her master slowly discard item after item of clothing. As soon as her master walked over and stuck his glorious cock inside her "O" shaped vagina Dollys mind exploded, never before had the dolly felt anything quite like this if she had the ability to move she would be quivering in pleasure as shockwave after shockwave was rattling throughout her body. Yet despite all of the pleasure, she was feeling she could tell her master was uncomfortable.
Dolly thought to her self.
Dolly had given up her ability to move. To please her master, after all, Dollys shouldn't move
Dolly had given up her ability to talk. To please her master, after all, Dollys shouldn't talk
But Dolly had not given up her mind. To please her master. after all, Dollys shouldn't think
Of course, Dollys don't need to think, Dolly thinking is bad. Wanting to be the best Dolly she could possibly be for her master Dolly began to let the pleasure overtake her. Her thoughts becoming less and less frequent. "Dolly... Be...The...Best...Dolly...
Eventually, the thoughts stopped, just as her master climaxed and the final rush of pleasure wiped out all the remaining thoughts.
Dolly was now, nothing more than an inanimate cheap blow-up doll, completely lifeless and devoid of thought, emotion and even pleasure.