Voodoo sexdoll

In a dark room somewhere, someone was adding the final touches to his sexdoll. Being a loner and a bit of a perv, he had had plenty of time in his life to read stuff about dark magic. He had always been particularly interested in voodoo dolls. A couple months ago, he had managed to create some of these and mess with random girls, remotely pinching them, fingering them. Now he wanted to try something new. For a while, he had been wondering if the rituals to create of voodoo doll could work with a blow-up doll. Now that he had attached Tulsi's hair to the sexdoll, all he needed to do was to try it.

He looked at the TV, a couple meters from the bed he was lying on, broadcasting the latest democratic debate. Tulsi was standing in the middle of the other candidates, talking about policy, without knowing that she was a couple seconds away from getting her brains fucked out in public. The maker grabbed his doll. The fun part was about to start.

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-And this is why my program remains the only one that can unite our nation as a society. If the voters for the next primaries want a real change...

Tulsi was focusing on her speech, trying as hard as she could to convince her audience that she was the most reliable candidate. Next to her, her opponents were either listening to her, either reading their notes, waiting for their turn.

-...which means the first thing I will do as the new president of this country is to...UUUUNGH...

Tulsi suddenly widened her eyes and lost her balance, grabbing the lectern in front of her not to fall. Her tormentor had chosen this moment to shove his dick in his magic doll, causing Tulsi to feel her own pussy stretch, as if she was the one getting fucked instead of the doll.

-Mrs Gabard, are you all right?

-Yes...ummm...sorry, I...OH MY GOD !

Before Tulsi had time to resume her speech, the pounding started again, causing the candidate to grab her crotch in a vain effort to protect it from this invisible cock that was ravaging her pussy in front of millions of viewers.

Still trying to fight it, Tulsi's face was contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure, as she was desperately trying to keep her composture. The feeling of pleasure was the most humiliating, as Tulsi couldn't help a warm feeling spreading through her body, despite her getting **** by something she couldn't see. She looked down and saw a growing wet spot on her pants.

-I'll...be...fine...sorry...

-Maybe we should call a doctor, said another candidate.

-Well that's reminds me of that time when I was fighting a gang leader named Apple Jacks, and who...

-Shut up, Joe, this is a serious matter.

-N...no...it will pass...it will...oooh...

Tulsi had her eyes closed. It had to be a dream. How could this be happening. Nobody was touching her. And yet, she could feel this presence, inside of her, plunging deeper and deeper. What was left of her resistance fell apart when her body was rocked by the most shameful orgasm she had ever felt. She moaned so hard that the whole audience heard her, and fell on her knees, her legs feeling too weak to keep carrying her. Now on all fours, giving up on her pride, she looked at the candidates, at the journalists and at the audience, and tried crawling in their direction, raising a trembling hand towards them, as tears of shame, anger, humiliation, and an unspeakable pleasure were now covering her cheeks.

-Help...me...

Little did she know that things were about to get even worse for her.