"Fuck yeah, you cowgirl slut," Andy moaned, jacking himself off more furiously, his Jessie doll held tightly in his left hand, staring up at him with plastic eyes and a painted, fake smile. Her expression didn't move, but he pretended that it did. Quickly, he brought her closer, allowing his dick to rub against her cold face, his sweat moisturizing her, ballsack smothering her head. She didn't react, but Andy, in his head, projected emotions onto her. Emotions of lust, longing, and everything else he found attractive in a woman. At once, he began unloading, letting out pleasured yelps as his cum shot out and onto her face, covering her artificial grin in his spunk. He didn't let a single drop go to waste, getting it all on her head. Finally, Andy relaxed the grip of both hands, gasping for air as he buckled up his shorts.

"See you tonight," he whispered, leaving his doll, still splattered with semen, sitting on his shelf, surrounded by his vast collection of other, similar toys. As he left the room and closed the door, locking it firmly, everyone gradually came to life. Jessie was the first to say something.

"What the hell!?" she screamed, face contorted in horror and discomfort. If she had any tear ducts in her plastic eyes, she'd be sobbing.

"Calm down, Jessie. We can fix this," Woody reassured her, rushing to her side before smelling the disgusting stench of cum. He fled backwards, holding his nose, only causing Jessie to freak out more, the spunk on her face beginning to crust over.

"Get it off! GET IT OFF!" she yelled, unwilling to move, too disgusted and humiliated. Buzz Lightyear immediately jumped into action, setting a course for the roll of toilet paper Andy kept in his room at all times.

"Buzz, no!" Woody called, stopping him in his tracks.

"She needs our help, Woody!" he protested. "We have to get it off!"
"No, Buzz," he said, sadly. "We can't." Jessie stared up at him, frantically confused. Woody winced, seeing her pain, but nevertheless remained firm. "If we wipe the cum off, Andy will know that we come alive." All the toys gasped in unison, barring Woody and Jessie.

"No..." Jessie protested, desperately searching the room for sympathizers. "No!" she screamed, quickly shaking her head in denial.

"Jessie, stop! Stop that!" Woody demanded, forcing himself to approach her despite the foul stench and grabbing her shoulders, steadying her. "You'll dislodge the semen if you keep doing that."

"I don't care!" Jessie screamed, yet deep inside her, she knew he was right. Her once pure face was stained and defiled, but she could do nothing about it. Defeated, she slumped back down, allowing the sticky substance to harden and slide down her plastic self.

For the entire day, she kept that position. The other toys played around, held meetings, and tried to comfort her, but she wasn't allowed to move, forcing her to wallow in misery and disgust. At all times, she smelled the stench, and the memory of Andy, her once beloved own, splattering her face with his discharge replaying itself over and over in her mind. Soon enough, the toys each said their condolences to Jessie before going back to the toybox where they had been left, preparing for Andy's return.

Once nobody else was left in the room, Jessie slowly got to her feet. She cringed as cum slid down her face and onto her shoulder. Staring down at the hard floor below, she muttered a single curse to whatever sadistic god had created them, before scrunching her eyes closed and forcing herself off the ledge and onto the desk below.

When the other toys awoke, clambering out of the toy box after making sure Andy had still not returned, they found Jessie, strung up by a shoelace on Andy's desk lamp, lifeless, her face still splattered in crusty spunk. Nobody dared to get closer until Woody took the lead, walking soberly out of the crowd, hat held out in front of him in respect.

"So long, partner," he muttered. "You will always be my filthy cumslut." The other toys nodded in agreement before helping to put Jessie's corpse back in its place on the shelf and returning to their toy box. All they could do now was act like normal and wait for Andy's return.