Ratchet

“Mistress Ratchet, our medical specialist Mistress.” Ratchet may be dressed as a nurse, but her black and green outfit looked more in place at a rave than a hospital. Her black has had neon green fall pigtails, and the crosses throughout her outfit were upside down. Her eyes were heavily mascarad standing out in her pail skin, while the rest of her face was covered in a black leathery gas mask with symboled outlined in green.

“I also am the dungeons hypnosis specialist, along with some other fun specialties. Your doll looks cute. Pronouns?”

“She her works, but the bitch is mine today for training.” Lilith chuckles, squeezing your rubbery ass before pushing you into Mistress Ratchet. The gothic nurse expertly manhandles you while showing you around the dungeon, groping and grinding every chance she gets.

As if your previous edging wasn’t enough, being controlled and fondled so easily while getting the ‘tour’ further breaks your brain even more. She seems to be deliberately squeezing on certain words, laying groundwork in your susceptible mind. When Mistress Ratchet hands you back over with the comment “can’t wait till I get you on my operating table” you are barely able to stand. Goddess Lilith seems to enjoy you more like this, pulling you close as she leads you to yet another room, this one stranger in a way than the last.