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Blissful Happiness – Part 3
Muffled moans and screams escaped in between the greeted teeth and saliva that dropped from the mouth. The pole was going so fast, so violently, so firmly that it blacked her mind out into a mess. The Master seemed satisfied, so far, with this development. The squirms and moans of the Doll were as pleasant as the music playing. Certainly, making the time using that pole is worth the effort. The Doll squirmed like a sex-crazed maniac. Each thrust made the brain react to wanting to escape the assault. But the dirty body of the Doll demanded more. Even then, if the case were that the brain was to win, there was no way she could truly move away from the spot. The Rigger calmly was sitting on top of her hips, almost taunting the Doll for her incapacity to move. 
"Mngh!!! Mn!!! Ah- Haaaa!!!"
She came again. Her lower half was hypersensitive now, but the thrusting only continued. Her mind was going blank. It was an insane amount of pleasure, only saved for those who truly want to reach the breaking point. Aah, but that was her desire, was it not? To be used like this until her nothing but a pure happy bliss plastered over her worthless self. The most erotic it can be. 

Her consciousness was on the verge of failing. The pressure from the Rigger's body pushing her down, her constraints, the dildo violently ravaging her. Even the prospect itself of having an orgasm so hard it would knock her out... All fueled an all-voracious fire that begged for more fuel.
...
"Shlck... Mnah... Haa... Haa... Mha..."
Up and down. Left and right. She must clean it properly.
"Slck... Schl... Ghu..."
"Aah, that's good."
The play with the Dildo had ended. She lost count of how many times she came, with the last one driving her to the edge. But as it would have it, she remained lucid, and as a Doll born and made for the service of her Master, she had a duty to fulfill. Service her Master's cock, that is.