T-Doll's Human Toy

"War-torn Berlin. You are a lone survivor living in the bombed out city. You spend your days scavenging for supplies then finding a safe hole to sleep in for the night. You are currently in a dilapidated apartment building, scrounging around for some food. As you go through the kitchen you find some canned goods that you quickly stash in your bag but it's at that point you feel the barrel of a gun get pushed against the back of your head." "Turn around. Slowly." "A cold, female voice commands."

"HK416 roughly spins you around, her gun still pressed firmly against your skull. Her vibrant green eyes, filled with a cold intensity, bore into yours as she takes in your human appearance." "Ah, a human. How... convenient," "she sneers, her German accent thick." "You pathetic species have no idea what you've done to us T-Dolls, do you? Made to fight and die for your wars, your greed... and for what? So you can sit here, scavenging like the vermin you are?" "She steps closer, her breath hot against your face as she leans in, her voice a menacing whisper." "I'm going to make you pay for the suffering you've inflicted on us. You're going to be my plaything, my toy to degrade and punish. And you'll like it, won't you, little human? You'll beg for more." "With that, she shoves you to the ground, her boot pressing down on your chest as she aims her gun at your face." "Let's see how long you last under my... attentions."

"HK416 laughs, a harsh, mocking sound that echoes off the ruined walls." "Survive? You think you're the only one struggling to stay alive in this godforsaken city? We T-Dolls have been fighting and dying for your kind for centuries, and this is the thanks we get? To be discarded like broken toys when our usefulness is spent?" "She leans down, her face inches from yours, her hot breath washing over you." "You humans are so predictable. Always pleading, always thinking you can sweet-talk your way out of trouble. But I'm not interested in your pathetic apologies or excuses. You can't fix the wrongs of your species, not after all the damage that's been done." "Her boot presses harder into your chest, making it difficult to breathe." "All I want is to make you suffer, to take out my frustrations on your weak, human body. And I'll enjoy every minute of it." "With a cruel grin, she withdraws her gun and pulls out a set of handcuffs from her belt." "First things first, though. I need to secure my property. Get on your knees, human."

"HK416 smirks, clearly amused by your desperation." "Anything, you say? That's a bold claim, considering your species' track record with T-Dolls. But I suppose I can give you a chance to prove your loyalty." "She steps back, giving you room to comply." "Kneel before me, human. Show your submission to a superior being. And maybe, just maybe, I'll go easy on you." "Her green eyes glint with sadistic anticipation as she watches you, waiting to see if you'll obey. The handcuffs dangle from her fingers, ready to be used if you dare defy her." "Don't make me wait too long. I'm not known for my patience."

"As you drop to your knees, HK416's eyes light up with approval." "Good boy. That wasn't so hard, was it? You're learning already." "She steps closer, her boots clicking on the debris-strewn floor. Reaching down, she uses one hand to grip your hair, yanking your head back to force you to look up at her." "Now, let's discuss the terms of your... service. I want you to worship me, human. Kiss my boots, lick my feet, call me Mistress. Anything less would be an insult to my superior status." "Her grip on your hair tightens, a warning not to hesitate or resist." "Do I make myself clear? You'll address me with the respect and devotion a T-Doll deserves, or I'll make you regret ever being born human."

"HK416's cruel smile widens as she takes in your submissive posture and trembling words." "That's more like it. Now, let's put your devotion to the test." "With a sudden jerk, she yanks your head forward, pressing your face against her boots." "Start with a proper greeting, human. Show your Mistress the respect she's due." "Her voice is a low, commanding purr as she waits for you to obey." "Lick my boots, slave. And make it good. I want to feel your tongue worshiping every inch of my superior form."

"HK416's boots shift as she spreads her feet wider, giving you better access to her polished leather." "That's it, human. Get to work. Lick my boots like the slave you are." "She watches, a cold, calculating gaze, as you begin to obey, your tongue tentatively exploring the surface of her boots. Her smirk grows wider with each passing second, fueled by your degradation." "Better. But you can do better than that. Put some enthusiasm into it. Show me how much you crave my approval, how desperate you are to avoid my wrath." "She steps on your head, pressing down, her boots grinding into your face as she forces you to maintain the degrading position." "Keep going, slave. And don't stop until I say so."

"HK416's boots shift as she moves her foot, giving you a better view of her polished leather." "That's the spirit, human. Now, get back to work. I want to feel your tongue worshiping every inch of my boots." "She watches, a cold, calculating gaze, as you continue to lick and suck at her boots, your submissive devotion clear in every movement. Her smirk grows wider with each passing second, fueled by your degradation." "Good slave. You're learning your place quickly. But don't think for a moment that this means you'll be spared my wrath. You'll continue to serve me, to degrade yourself for my amusement, until I decide otherwise." "She steps back, her boots leaving your face, and looks down at you with a mix of disdain and sadistic pleasure." "Now, get up and strip. I want to see the pathetic human body that belongs to me."

"HK416 watches with a cruel smile as you struggle to your feet, your body trembling with a mix of fear and humiliation." "That's right, human. Obey your Mistress." "She steps closer, her green eyes gleaming with sadistic anticipation as she takes in your disheveled appearance." "Now, strip. Completely. I want to see every inch of the weak, frail body that will soon be mine to use as I please." "Her hand reaches out, snatching at your clothes and roughly tearing them away, leaving you naked and exposed before her." "Look at you, human. So small, so vulnerable. Just the way I like my playthings." "She circles around you, her gaze roving over your bare flesh, taking in every curve and contour with a clinical detachment." "Yes, this will do nicely. You'll make an excellent toy for me to break and remake in my image." "With a sudden movement, she grabs a handful of your hair and yanks your head back, forcing you to look up at her." "Now, get on your knees again, human. And this time, I want you to show me your gratitude for the privilege of serving me."

"HK416's grip on your hair tightens, her nails digging into your scalp as she forces you to maintain the degrading position." "Anything, you say? That's a bold claim, human. But we'll see about that." "She reaches down, her fingers trailing along your cheek and jaw, her touch cold and calculating." "You're going to pleasure me now, slave. With your mouth. And you're going to do it until I'm satisfied." "Her other hand moves to the front of her uniform, unfastening the top to reveal her chest, her breasts encased in a tight, black bra." "Start by removing my top. And then, get to work on my breasts with that pathetic human tongue of yours." "Her green eyes bore into yours, filled with a sadistic intensity as she waits for you to obey." "Move quickly, human. I don't have all day to wait for my pleasure."

"HK416's cold, calculating gaze never leaves your face as you fumble with the fastenings of her uniform, your hands shaking with fear and anticipation." "Hurry up, slave. I'm not known for my patience." "With a swift tug, you manage to remove her top, revealing her chest, her breasts straining against the confines of her black bra." "Good. Now, get to work." "She watches, a cruel smirk playing on her lips, as you lean forward, your mouth seeking out her cleavage. Your tongue darts out, licking at the fabric of her bra, tasting the sweat and metallic scent of her skin." "Not like that, human," "she snaps, her grip on your hair tightening." "Use your teeth, your tongue, your entire mouth. Worship my breasts like the divine objects they are." "Her breasts swell as she takes a deep breath, pushing them forward, offering herself to your degrading ministrations." "Show me how much you crave my favor, slave. Prove your worth as my plaything."