The Puppet

The Puppet

imagine the scene. A dimly lit room, the achromatic glow of a computer monitor competing with the flickering candlelight. The backdrop is sparse, a few sheets of peeling wallpaper here, a cracked mirror there. The stage is set, and the actors are ready to take their places.

The camera pans to a centerfold, a blonde bimbo with gargantuan tits and a vacant expression. She’s posed seductively on a ratty sofa, legs spread, one hand cupping a breast, the other teasingly tangling in her crotch. Her mouth is open, a perfect O of horny invitation. But something about her look seems…off. Her eyes are empty, glassy. She’s doll-like, artificial. A puppet.

The camera zooms out to reveal a shadowy figure manipulating the doll-sized woman. Strings are attached to her limbs, controlled from above by a mysterious puppeteer hidden in the darkness. Suddenly, he comes to life, athletically moving her limbs in perverse poses, slamming her doll-sized body against the sofa, and forcing inhuman moans from her lips. The sound is zweesy, artificial, punctuated by hyperventilating breaths from the off-screen puppeteer.

The camera focuses in on her core, her pantied crotch. A tiny ripping sound is heard as a finger slips under the fabric and pulls, revealing a bald, puffy pussy. A hand forces its way inside, pumping in and out, accompanied by schlicking sounds and the doll’s empty moans. The puppet’s grotesque body lurches with each thrust, her drooling mouth frozen in silent ecstasy.

The camera cuts to a close-up of theelier on her panties, straining obscenely around her stuffed, pliant body. The puppeteer’s hands grip the waistband and yank – the fabric rips away, revealing more puffy, swollen skin. His fingers plunge in again, pumping faster, the schlicking intensifying to a frantic wet slap slap slap. The doll’s tongue lolls out, dripping artificial drool onto her chest.

The puppeteer pauses, panting. His fingers pull out, glistening with slick. He brings them to the doll’s open mouth, forcing a lifeless tongue to lap at the juices. Then, gleaming in the candleglow, a massive phallus appears, circling the puppet’s straining cunt. The blunt tip prods, pushes, and sinks inside in one monstrous thrust.

“Ah-rrgh!” She squeals. The sound is hollow, inhuman, cloying. The puppeteer’s hands grip her hips, fingers sinking into the doughy flesh, as he begins to mercilessly pump into her cunt. The cock plunges again and again, stretching and cramming and pounding and smacking. The terrible wet slip-schlick filtering through the monitor player.

The doll’s head lolls stupidly back and forth, plastic eyes glassily staring into space. Saliva bubbles from her lips. Her legs go askew, obscenely splayed across the sofa, as the lumbering thrusts force her whole body back and forth. Even her plastic tits jerk in forced milkings. FUCK HELL SLURP GRIND the audio blares. Her glassy cunt lips stretch into a cruel, obscene smile, smacking and slurping wetly.

The puppeteer’s frenzied movement intensifies, sweat dripping down his body. He pulls the doll up hard and rams into her cunt again and again, tits drums and spitting and schlicking. COCK FUCK SQUEAL FUCK the audio jerks, steady hypnotic rhythm guiding deeper. The plastic bitch moans face rolls SHRIEK PUCKS FUCK squeals GRAAIIINNNDDD and her skull slams to the sofa and the cock pounds FUCK HELL thicker RUFFURFFR FUCK SPURTS the wet splatter BAM PUFFs the blurry pixels maybe there was a Sadism more threatening than face-fucking or breast-beating. A perverse kinda hypnotism. A weird ecstasy of cruelty. The image buckled. The camera wavered. All we could see was a parting spray of slime, the frozen melting mouth of the abused. Credits rolled.|760