The Tyrant's Comfort Doll Novels & Stories

"Why me, Adrian? Not Camilla. Not the fake name. Me. Before the contract, before the accident. Why did you choose me?" He was quiet for so long I thought he wasn't going to answer. Then he turned his head slightly, just enough that I could see his profile. "Go to your room, Elara." "No." "Go." "I'm tired of being dismissed. I'm tired of being a Doll who sits in her room and waits for someone to tell her what to do. Katya almost killed me today and you won't even tell me why I'm here." He turned around. His face was unreadable, but his eyes were dark.

Arniel replied, he was nervous because the Tyrant had been quiet. "Did you know that there's something sweet about death?" the Tyrant mumbled. "I d-on't know, Master," Arniel said tremblingly. "Of course, because there is no—" A loud gunshot rang out as Arniel's body fell on the floor "Sweet about Death." The Tyrant mumbled then blew the smoke that came from the gun. "Isn't that what you want master?" It was Ino. "Yes, but not anymore. I realize that she has already suffered enough— And I considered her as my daughter after all" Tyrant replied then lit a cigarette "But she chose to run away and leave me— I could do nothing if that was what she chose."

He giggled, his semi-erected cock before her very ass before turning to give his ass a little smack, all teasing Lana who was licking and biting her lips. He was in the mini wardrobe within seconds. Lana has noted that whenever he was there, only pleasurable accessories followed him back. Her excitement grew, and she shuffled like a dog wagging its tail, waiting for its owner. Tyler scanned through series and series of toys until his eyes landed on the one he had in mind. Smiling, he brought it out. It was an oval curved pink plastic, that had straps on both sides that made it look like common panties. It was more than that. Accompanying the toy was a black remote that looked so much like a

They moved before dusk. Not in force. In detail. A child’s toy appeared near the eastern watchtower. A simple thing. Wooden. Crude. The kind of object that belonged nowhere near a militarized perimeter. Lyra stared at it when it was brought to her. “They want you thinking about innocence,” Tyler said. “No,” Lyra replied. “They want me thinking about responsibility.” She set the toy down carefully. “They’re telling me that everything near me becomes leverage.” Tyler’s voice was low. “That’s a line.”

"Besides, I found his cigarette that he dropped earlier. You only need something that belongs to them, so this will work." I frowned as she took out the unused cigarette and pushed it into the body. Were we raising normal kids? I don’t know… I looked between Skyla and Azura, both of whom looked very excited about this voodoo doll. Raven laughed as she took the doll from Azura and began stitching the neck up. "I’ll add the eyes." Azura said, rummaging in the button box and picking out two light blue buttons. "Ah… He has this colour eyes. The evil man will be punished."

"Oh, sister-selves, you have no idea what you're up against. I've tasted the Primordial's true power—not the scraps and fragments you've all been playing with, but the real thing. I've let it hollow me out and fill me up again, and it was *glorious*." The others shift, recognizing the threat, but the Tyrant-me just smiles. "Funny thing about power," she says, and suddenly the temperature drops twenty degrees, "I actually won our war. Completely. Utterly. The Primordial is nothing but ash in my timeline—along with everything else." The words hit like physical blows, and I feel my stomach drop. She continues, her voice soft as poisoned silk: "Seven billion corpses make an excellent foundation

Instead of getting angry with her. Tyler pulled her in his arms and whispered. "Baby, I'm glad you're back." He was glad that he could draw a reaction from her. She's no longer like a mechanical doll that showed no emotion at all. Jade stiffened as she realized that he was able to elicit some reaction from her. "Tyler, I'm so tired of your game. Can you please let me go? Find a new woman you can play with. Aren't you bored yet?" Tyler tightened his hug as if he was trying to smother her life.

I swear I wasn't born with enough middle fingers to tell how I felt about the black hearted and black tongued nutmeg right now. What a fucking sick bastard !! Fancy saying that to your daughter ! But then this was the Dark Overlord that we were talking about. I could expect worse from him. However, Tyra looked unfazed and instead, coldly replied, “Sorry father but it seems like it is your natural stench or cheap hair spray. I would strongly suggest that you don't taunt the alligator until you cross the creek,” she warned. “Stupidity is not a crime so you are free to go. Plus do me a favour of taking those useless nincompoops of yours, with you,” she added. “Otherwise, I will be forced to dir

"Lie down," he ordered. I got up immediately and lay on the bed, my eyes hooded with pleasure from his brutality. He walked naked to the suitcase and opened them. He set aside a series of toys, and my body thrummed with excitement as he sampled them. He seemed to be in his world, he didn't pay attention to the little sounds of pleasure that escaped my lips as I watched his back muscles ripple as he moved. "Catalina?" He called out.

Not because I suddenly think this is a good idea, but because I've run out of energy to fight him. Arguing with Tyler is like arguing with a brick wall—pointless and guaranteed to end with him getting his way. As we weave through aisle after aisle, I catch glimpses of things I immediately wish I hadn't: a neon-pink vibrator shaped like a tongue, a pair of faux-fur-lined handcuffs, and a dildo so absurdly large I instinctively look away. Eventually, Tyler comes to a stop in front of a display devoted entirely to dildos of different sizes, colors, and textures.