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The puppet master pulled Cecilia in close. She stared up longingly into his eyes. "m-master, we shouldnt do this...", she weakly protested. He reached up and placed his hand on her head, caressing her key. She was shocked and her body tightened up, "n-no, d-don't touch me there!" but it was already too late. A gentle but firm pressure arrested the motion of the key. Normally, pressing against Cicilia would reveal a tickticktick noice from her internal clock, a rhythmic and gentle heartbeat, now silenced. Cecilia's body lost strength and her expressions relaxed. Her head and body arched backwards and a small breath left her moouth. "m-master..." She had fully submitted to her master's touch.
The strength of the hand increased and began pushing against the turnkey. Powerful springs strained in protest, attempting to resist the motion. The key's resistance eased temporarily, in tune with a loud CLICK that made her body tremble slightly. The shortest gasp of air left her mouth, with the briefiest noise that couldn't be understood. The pace quickened. The master's hand turned the key ever more swiftly, creating a ratcheting CLICKCLICKCLICK sound as the key yielded to his strength. Cecilia's breath quickened, her body and voice trembling in tune with the clicking sound. The previously limp body was agitated, shaking with uncontrolled energy as the key turned around, round and round. She tried regaining her composure, tried to hold herself steady, but could not. Her body could not resist the powerful hand, could not deny its trained motion, could not refuse the sensation it gave her.
The key suddenly stopped. The CLICKing ceased. The motion had reached its limit. Cecilia's body siezed up into a powerful rigor mortis, as neither the key nor her master's hand yielded. Her eyes and jaw stretched wide open, then closed tightly, and held position for several intense moments. The master smiled, and let loose his grip. Cecilia fell limp, unconscious, and for a brief moment there was complete silence. Slowly, gently, a quiet tick tick ticking noise could be heard from busom. Her eyes opened and she was awake, as if from a dream, and the world became clear to her senses once more.
"Good morning, master" Cecilia beamed, in a cheerful and energetic manner. "What shall we do today?"
