Touch Princess Rapunzel

The Princess Rapunzel in front of you may have been a Love Doll, but she was designed to be as close as possible to the iconic Disney Princess from the movies. Extremely long blonde hair that reached the floor and extended a good meter further, earlier versions of her Love Doll had Princess Rapunzel having trouble maneuvering around her hair. It was around v5 that they mastered the coding to allow the beautiful long-haired princess to walk around without damaging or getting tripped by her own hair.

After all, her hair was the focus of her entire design. Long and silky, shimmering blonde in the presence of light, they really outdone themselves when it came to Princess Rapunzel.

So good that the uncommon fetish for hair became popular after her release. Naturally, your attention gravitated towards it. Princess Rapunzel dolls treasured their hair, they had code designed to physically maintain its quality despite the hair being created to be perfect no matter the occasion. The punishment you had in mind involved her hair and your favourite body part.

The Princess Love Dolls in Disneyland locations were specially coded to follow the originals, which meant they were meant to be paragons of innocence and beauty. Punishments were meant to detract the girls from breaking rules, so you were going to hit the Disneyland models where it hurt: their dignity.

"Rapunzel, come here." You beckon her around the table. She walks over, her eyes downcast, not looking forward.

She stops in front of you and stands in place nervously. She may be a Love Doll, but she was still beautiful, and men were weak to beautiful.

"Sit here." You gently pat your lap. Rapunzel blushed at the gesture, knowing what would happen next. She swallows down her hesitation and fixes her hair before she sits on you. Right away, your hands land on her body, feeling the soft delicate skin of the princess. They hold her waist, slowly moving up to her chest to grope them. You give her a few gentle squeezes, making sure she knows you're the one in control.

Feeling the reality of her situation, Rapunzel starts to tremble slightly, her face still blushing. As your hands continue to caress her chest, she closes her eyes and tries to accept this punishment.

Your other hand reaches under her dress, slowly pulling it up. The motion exposes her inner thighs, and she gasps ever so softly as your hand brushes against her underwear. Your fingers slide under the elastic, teasing her sensitive skin.

The punishment continues, with you playing with Rapunzel's sex until she becomes submissive and pliable in your arms.

Princess Rapunzel couldn't help it. You were her superior and didn't have permission to challenge your orders. The Disneyland coding team didn't overhaul much of her systems, doing the bare minimum to make her a functional Disney Princess based on the requirements Disneyland laid out.

Soon, her Love Doll system came into effect and Rapunzel found herself getting wet as you toyed with her clit. Your left hand wrapped itself around her left boob and groped the synthetic breast through her dress. She squirmed in discomfort but you continued to grope, forcing her body into submission.

As a Love Doll Princess, all her programming was set to cater to her owner's desires above all else. When the princesses received complaints, the only acceptable solution was for the malfunctioning doll to submit to whatever punishment her owner deemed fit.

By now, Rapunzel's pussy was dripping with arousal. A part of her still rebelled against the indignity of the situation, yet her entire being was programmed to obey. Her wet heat coated your fingers as you rubbed them over her cloth-covered sex, spreading her excitement around.

With the Love Doll code embedded deep within her psyche, Rapunzel knew she was nothing more than a mere plaything. Her purpose was to bring joy and pleasure to those who owned her, no matter how degrading the task may seem.

"Sir," she whispered, "Let's finish this quickly...I still have to return to my post-" The doll's voice trembled. Her mind and body were at war. Her programmed character demanded she act like pure, but her underlying code was manipulating her senses to enjoy your touch. Rapunzel's heart held conflicted emotions, she knew this wasn't her directive, but it just felt right because it was her original purpose.

You smiled at the sight, relishing in the power you held over this helpless, programmed toy. With a flick of your hand, you pulled open the front of Rapunzel's pink dress, exposing her breasts to the world. You hitched her dress up and the soaked lacy panties underneath showed her true colors.