[b][u][center]Casual Doll Needs
Part 5
For Technophile34
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








“Shoulda killed that trader two weeks ago,” Marco muttered, shaking his head. “Fucking mercs found us.”

“Eh, ain’t that big a deal, big guy,” Angel Dust said, brushing the dust off his hips. “I mean, you beat her, didn’t you?”

“Her, yes. But she won’t be the last.”

“Eh, you’ll beat them, too. Who cares?”

“Me.”

The two dolls stood over a beaten Lopunny doll, one that was much worse off than the pair of them. Her white plastic armor had cracked down the middle after he’d finally managed to pin her down, her left arm was holding on by a wire, and all her other limbs were twisted out of socket and pointed the wrong way. 

He still wanted to take it further. His programming was twisted up and fighting between the urge to destroy her and the need to be tactical about it.

[i]Kill. 

Interrogate. 

Break. 

Learn. 

Destroy. 

Repurpose.[/i]

“Hey. Hey, you okay, master?” Angel Dust asked, the four-armed doll stroking his arm with two of them. “Hey, hey. Come on. You fought her. You won. So what if someone found us? It’s a one-off. You don’t have to –”

“More. Will. Come.”

Marco narrowed his eyes at the doll at his feet. Her head clicked and scraped against the jagged bits around her neck where her chassis had broken. One pink-pupiled eye flickered, the interior not quite right, while the other stared evenly at him. She didn’t smile; he wasn’t sure if she had the programming to. Her eyes were more than enough, though. 

“More. Will. Come. Will. Finish. Job.”

“Ah, shut up, toots. If anyone can handle ‘em, it’s my master of a man here,” Angel Dust said, stroking the Wargreymon doll’s chest. “I bet you that he can take anything that you guys throw at him.”

“Almost. Won.”

“Nah, he was holding back.”

Only somewhat; the Lopunny doll was stronger than he’d expected, and she was quiet. Too quiet. If there were others like her – and more of them – he might not be able to fight his way out of another ambush like that. 

[i]That Floatzel must have been feeding map information back before I broke her last month,[/i] he thought, never taking his eyes off the broken doll. [i]And if the trader knew where we were, then so did other groups. That means I’m gonna have to move or fortify, and I don’t have enough hands and weapons for real fortification.[/i]

“What’s your name?” Marco asked. 

“GC-235.”

“I said your [i]name.[/i]”

“GC-235.”

“Fucking – gimme a hand, slut,” he muttered. 

With Angel Dust’s help, he dragged the Lopunny doll to a piece of plastic that worked as a makeshift chair. They got out the zipties, tying her arms to the back of it and making sure that she wasn’t going to be getting up. Marco loomed over her, stepping on her thigh and pressing down just hard enough to make the plastic chassis complain. 

“Here’s the deal. You’re going to tell me your name, where you came from, and who else knows where the hell we are. You do that, I’ll make it quick. You fuck with me, and I’ll start taking you apart, piece by piece.”

“We. Are. Cheap. Do. What. You. Want.”

Marco shrugged and pushed down. His toes slipped into the gap between thigh and hip and – 

POP!

The ball-and-socket leg joint popped free. He pulled it out, the wires connecting the limb to the torso dragged out with it. The Lopunny doll – or, fuck, GC-235 if she wanted to be so fucking specific – didn’t even flinch. 

[i]Impressive. Fucking annoying, but impressive.[/i]

Marco leaned in, holding the nearly-severed leg like a club. He tapped her cheek with it, grinding the ball-and-socket end against her face. 

“You wanna rethink that?”

“We. Are. Cheap. Do. What. You. Want.”

All the battle damage that she’d taken must have fucked with her vocal processor. She was going from clear words to buzzing, and still barely getting one out at a time. Probably wasn’t even feeling half the shit that was happening to her anymore. 

Marco held her leg up so that she could see all the wires running out of the limb. Grabbing one of them, he slowly pulled, twisted, and kinked it up, all while watching her face. Any normal doll would have had some kind of reaction, even if it was some flicker of electricity behind the eyeballs. There would have been something to show that they had some kind of awareness of their body. 

Not in GC-235. Either she’d cut off her extremities already, or – like she said – she was so cheap that she didn’t have a good connection. Either way, it meant that traditional interrogation wasn’t going to work. 

Ripping the wires loose in frustration, Marco threw the limb away. The plastic clattered as it hit the floor, the brown-colored plastic on the outside shimmering in the light of the abandoned toy store. The wires sparked for a moment before going dead; more signs that her battery was failing, at the very least. 

“Get some of the berries,” Marco muttered. 

“Why don’t we just hook the slut up to the main?” Angel Dust asked. “Shit, would be fun to see her go crazy.”

“She might know something.”

“Yeah, right. Busted-up girl can barely talk.”

“Do what I tell you.”

“Fine, master.”

The spider-doll walked away, fading into the shadows. The energy berries would work for a quick boost, at least, and it would make sure that the merc stayed alive long enough for him to figure out a different approach. 

He looked her over. Even missing one leg, she looked capable. Her chassis was brown, matching her character model, and she had a pair of stiff, poseable ears on top of her head, currently set backward. Her chest was reasonably large for one of those kinds of dolls, the silicone punctured on one side, while the other was full and a bit heavy looking. 

It was the hips that really held the eye, though. If he wasn’t as pissed as he was, he would have been tempted to get the strap and hate-fuck the answers out of the merc. Might even be worth doing even without that. 

But the way that she looked up at him, stoic and defiant…yeah, he needed time, first. Time and some advice. 

Angel Dust returned. He took the berry and jammed it into GC-235’s mouth. She fought it for a few seconds – 

CRACK!

Until he forced her jaw open, unhinging the plastic joint so that she couldn’t shut it on her own. The berry went down her throat, followed by a soft hum as it was converted to battery energy. Her flickering eye went back to normal, and the snapped wires started sparking again. 

“Nnngh…gah…”

“One way or another, you’re gonna talk,” Marco said, squeezing her jaw. “And if you won’t talk to stop the pain? Maybe you’ll talk to stop the pleasure.”

“Hehehe, does that mean I get a turn?” Angel Dust asked, one hand on his hip. “I’d love the chance to see if I can get this dirty girl to scream.”

“You won’t, but you might as well try.”

GC-235 twitched. He saw it coming and caught her other leg as she snapped it up, clearly trying to catch him across the face with it. 

“Uh-uh.”

“You will…break. One day…or another. More will come. More will break you.”

“Talking already. Looks like that berry was good for something.”

He twisted his hand until he heard the click of her other leg coming loose. Twist, crack – POP! The joint came free just like with the other leg, leaving her without anything to walk on. He kept pulling and pulling, dragging the coiled-up wires from inside her torso out with the same sort of casual ease that someone might have pulled noodles from a plate. 

And yet, she didn’t scream. She still held back, still kept a stoic face. Could have been a simple shut-down from that part of the body, or maybe she was that strong against pain. Either way, he was starting to get a different idea. 

With one final wrench, he yanked the wires free. That leg joined its sibling across the room. 

“Angel?”

“Yes, master?”

“Do whatever you like. I gotta make a call. There’s an old buddy that might know how to break this kind of doll.”

“Hehehe, oh, I’m going to have fun with that…”

#

It took a day to get a connection out to the Lucario doll way off in the ass end of nowhere; the fucker had become a hermit and dodged communication like nobody’s business. Marco ended up having to set off a chain of communications, calling one person to tell someone else to pick up, telling them to tell a third person to pick up, and so on until it finally reached his old comrade. Luca, as the doll was called, didn’t even want to take his call, but did after Marco went back down the chain, demanded a favor, and had that pushed back up again. 

A day’s worth of work came back with advice that took all of five minutes to understand: fuck her. 

“You saying that we just fuck her until she gives up?” Angel Dust asked as Marco closed the channel. “I mean, she’s got the hips for it, but man, she’s a dead fish, you know?”

“No. [i]We[/i] aren’t going to fuck her.”

“Well, I was, but you’d probably do a better job. This body ain’t topping material, master.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Marco looked over his shoulder. From here, he couldn’t see the plastic chair that the amputated doll was bound to, but he knew that GC-235 was a few aisles over and exactly where her position would be. There was no way for her to get up, no way for her to sneak around, no way for her to escape. 

Didn’t mean that he liked her being out of sight, but better than having her listening in to the call. The Wargreymon doll shook his head. 

“No. Gotta get the machines for this.”

“What, you got fucking machines laying around?”

“Parts.”

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“You’d be distracted.”

“Ass!”

“Yours, at least.”

“Fuck you, master, heh. You got any extras?”

“Not until after this is done.”

“Damn.”

And it was going to take another day to get it all set up anyway. He rubbed his forehead, shaking his head. He wished that this was a little easier, but fuck it. At least he had a way forward now. 

“Sooooooo, does master need any fun before he gets started?” Angel Dust asked, trailing a finger down his chest.

“Later.”

“Come oooon, it’s always later with you. I got my parts better, too; that trader came through on that part, at least.”

“Laster.”

“Fine.”

#

Twenty-four hours later, the machines were all hooked up and GC-235 actually looked nervous for the first time since her capture. Marco felt vaguely reassured by that. Admittedly, half of that was probably due to the fact that they’d been keeping her properly recharged since she’d been tied up, making sure that she couldn’t pass out or power down, and he’d be willing to bet money that it was the first time since her initial power-on phase that she’d been anywhere near 100% battery power. 

Perpetual low-battery did things to dolls. He should know; he’d inflicted that on them more than once. 

He walked around the installation. It’d taken some jury-rigging, but she was still tied to the chair. Her hips were forced forward, hanging off the edge of it, while the rest of her torso was ziptied to the plastic. Without legs to close, both her ass and her pussy were completely exposed, and vulnerable. 

And the machines that he and Angel had set up to make sure that she was fucked silly were not going to be gentle. 

[i]Let’s see. Three sets of pistoning dildos, one for oral, one for anal, one for vaginal. Deep enough to fuck with the circuitry inside. No fake cum. Can make ‘em jizz the battery juice if needed.[/i]

Should be enough to keep her awake and hyper-focused on the torture-fuck for a while. He couldn’t think of any doll that could just shut off while that was going on, certainly not someone that was already damaged the way that this one was. GC-235 was going to be fucked into next week, and he’d get a good show. 

“Any last words?” he asked. 

GC-235 kept her mouth closed, glaring at him past the dildo. Progress; she was showing a hint of an emotion instead of keeping to the stoic face that she’d had until now. 

“Turn it on.”

“Hehehe, with pleasure.”

Angel Dust flicked the switch and the machines hummed to life. They pistoned forward one at a time – ass, pussy – 

“MMPH!”

And mouth. By the time the one at her lips slid forward, the one at her ass was pulling out. In sequence, they continued. Forward, back, forward, back, rocking the Lopunny doll against the zipties. They started to pick up speed, the bottom of the dildos clicking against the harder parts of her body and squishing against the silicone ones. 

“Won’t take long for you to start getting overwhelmed,” Marco said. “And when you do…we’ll be waiting.”

Because according to Luca, dolls like this could take any kind of pain, but the pleasure was something else. There was something about it that overwhelmed their firewalls and other defenses. The thing was, you had to keep it constant, hitting them with it with perpetual thrusting and energy. If you slowed down, then the doll could put her firewalls back up and recover, but if you kept it on an increasing incline of stimulation…

Well, they couldn’t keep up. And that would eventually open her up for what he had in mind. 

“Keep an eye on her,” he said, sitting down a few steps back. “Don’t want her pulling some stupid trick to try and end it early.”

“Oh, I’ll be watching, master. This is better than any of the shows on the laptop.”

“Slut.”

“You know it.”

The machines continued their assault on the Lopunny’s three holes. There were no moans, but he didn’t expect there to be; GC-235 was a soldier, and that meant that she was trained to resist pain and interrogation. And even if this was an atypical interrogation, she’d still have some training to not start giving in. 

[i]Bet she’s blocking some of the stimulation coming up the data-wires. She won’t start moaning for a while.[/i]

But her body would start to react. Her rounded rump was already starting to warm, jiggling with less and less delay as the pistoning dildo hammered into her ass from behind, and her pussy was starting to get wetter and wetter as other parts of her programming kicked in. Regardless of whether she was feeling the pleasure or not, her body had to respond in some way. 

One minute ticked by, then another, then another. The little bit of wet around the dildo hammering her pussy turned thicker, then slimier, dripping down onto the chair as the artificial fluids built up. Up above, her single whole breast bounced up and down, slapping against the plastic under the silicone globe. Her mouth, forced open by the dildo over it, was forced wider and wider as the thick rod went down her throat, threatening to force her jaw to unhinge and just take it deeper. 

Marco didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to; the machines and stimulation were making the message clear enough for him. 

Surrender or be obliterated. 

He could hear Angel Dust fingering himself a few paces away. The spider doll would probably be at that for a while, too. He wondered who would get bored first. 

#

Thrust. 

Thrust. 

Thrust. 

“She’s still taking it?” he asked. “It’s been twenty-four hours.”

“Yeah, she’s still going.”

“Any orgasms?”

“Heh, you take me for an idiot? I’m keeping her on that razor edge, baby.”

Good; that was the best strategy for getting past the firewall. They were going to need her to be desperate, just short of getting the relief that orgasm would bring. He sat down beside his slave, watching. 

GC-235 must have started moaning in the night, because she was getting deeper and deeper into it now. Her eyes were flickering, probably seeing various things in her HUD go up and down as her core systems were being overwhelmed by the constant stimulation. Fake-spit oozed past her mouth mixed with the goo of the battery berries, and he could see the same sort of deep blue running out from her pussy, as well. 

“How many berry doses?”

“Eh, lost count. At least twenty, though.”

“Small?”

“Enough to keep her going and [i]wide[/i] awake, heh. No falling asleep from this, eh?”

“No. No falling asleep.”

And no relief, either. He could see the micro-adjustments that her remaining pieces were making. Little whirrs here, little twitches there, all trying to get her fucked harder on the dildos pounding away inside of her. The warrior pride was breaking little by little, and she was starting to – 

“Mmmph…mmmph!”

She moaned around the dildo in her mouth. Marco smirked. 

“Not long now…”

“Hehehe, oh, you’re liking this, ain’t ya?” 

“Maybe a little.”

“Heh, gonna fuck her head up later?”

“When the firewalls go down.”

He leaned back, taking in the sight. She was shattering little by little. He could see the little quivers as her ass cheeks started to clench around the dildo pounding her ass, how her pussy was quivering in imitation of real people. One of many programs that were still in there despite her personality as a warrior. Like all dolls, she was made to show off, and she couldn’t help herself as she got closer and closer. 

The berries were keeping her wide-awake, but they had one other function. Too much of it would shorten her battery life if they kept it up over the course of the week, but in the short term, it would make her sensitivity higher and her orgasm further away. She wouldn’t be able to cum so easily, because all the energy from the berries kept pushing her stamina higher. She couldn’t cum without the berries being withdrawn, but she couldn’t handle the rutting without the berries, either. 

In. 

Out. 

In. 

Out. 

A gush of something else sprayed past the vaginal dildo. She’d probably just wetted herself; too much stimulation, too hard for her to think and control herself. He nodded. 

“Getting close.”

“How much longer, you think?”

“Another day, I think. Not much more than that.”

“Heh, can’t wait.”

#

It ended up being slightly longer than that. After two days, six hours of edging, GC-235 was a moaning wreck. She couldn’t stay upright, and her entire body was spasming to the point that she ripped one arm out of her socket. She couldn’t keep it together. 

So, they took her apart. 

“I think you look better that way,” Marco said, laying the head on the chair on its lonesome. “Besides, easier to work on you.”

The wires ran out from the ripped neck to the rest of the body. Some of them were completely detached – like the ones to her arms and residual bits – but the ones to her torso and her detached crotch were still live. They needed her to stay ‘alive,’ so they needed her connected to the core systems in the torso, and they needed the stimulation to continue, so they needed her connected to the holes down there. 

The hips were completely suspended over the fucking machines, too, her holes all but gaped from the constant attention that they were getting. Fifty-four hours straight of fucking had probably scrubbed all past experiences from her memory compared to what she was getting from the machines. 

And more than that…she had her firewalls down. 

Marco walked around the chair and knelt behind her, sliding a wire into her access port on the back of her head. Angel Dust leaned over, putting a visor over her eyes. 

“What are you doing?” he muttered. 

“Hey, dunno if it does anything, but it’s a hot look.”

“…”

“Hey, come on, you gotta love the brainwashing vibes.”

“If it gets you off,” he muttered, running the other end of the wire into a smaller console. 

Just like Luca had promised, the firewall was down, and so were all the other little defenses that should have kept him out of her head without an admin console. This was just a read-edit machine, not something capable of punching past all the usual defenses; if it hadn’t been for the past two days of fuckery, she would have been pushing him right back out. 

But now, he could see everything. 

Marco flicked through the bits of data here and there, checking the files for anything that might explain how the fuck this merc found them in the first place. There wasn’t anything stored locally – which meant that the map was stored elsewhere – but there were a few other bits and pieces that were useful. 

GC-235 was part of a squad made by ‘Slagforge Solutions,’ a group that he didn’t recognize but apparently was making dolls even after everything had gone wrong. Meant that they had to have something big to actually be putting something together, particularly when it was as well-done as GC-235 was. Meant that they had manufacturing capability, and more than that…

[i]We. Are. Cheap.[/i]

She’d been very definitive about that, and looking at the internal specs, he could see why. Most of GC-235 was made of other dolls, scrapped and put together and painted over to look like a Lopunny instead of starting from that. It was a cannibalized job, something that was less creative and more jury-rigged. 

All the real effort had gone into making her stronger, adjusting the joints and push-parts to have more force behind them than would be safe for the average doll. Their chassis were reinforced by the cheap plastic armor that they wore, ensuring that they could take the enhanced pressure from inside. All in all, it meant that they were strong soldiers, but weak and easily shattered if they ever lost their armor. They’d shatter themselves, for that matter, and he could only imagine what that felt like. 

Then again, from the way their brains looked, they weren’t given much. GC-235 had little more than the most basic war-programming. She was made to fight, and [i]just[/i] to fight. No wonder she couldn’t talk much, nor did she have much to say. She’d been given almost nothing, not even much of a personality. 

Marco shook his head. 

“She’s fucked,” he muttered. 

“Well, she’s been fucked pretty good, heh. You think that she’ll be more fun afterward?”

“Maybe. She’s got a loooot of shit missing in here.”

“Gonna need some help?”

“No. After I finish reprogramming here, and when [i]I’m[/i] sure that she’s not going to try and stab me in the back, we’ll go collect the rest of her squad. If I’m right, they’ll obey her. It’d give us a whole group of fighters to take care of this place so it’s not just me anymore.”

“Heh, you sure that you’re not just replacing me with a hotter model, master?”

“Not sure that’s possible.”

“HA! You know it.”

He shook his head. Compliments were cheap, but Angel Dust thrived on them. Might as well let the slut have a few to keep him in a good mood. 

In the meantime, he had new programming to put in. Loyalty programming, for one, and a bit more interest and…hedonism. After all, if he was going to have a new soldier, she might as well be a sexy one. That ass wasn’t built for running, after all; it was built for bouncing and [i]fucking.[/i]

He typed away, the severed head moaning in the background. 

#

GC-235 reached for her severed head and lifted it over her shoulders. Her eyes were closed, but her body was active. Marco let her put it down on her neck, waiting to see if she’d take the next step without permission. 

She did not. 

“Reconnect.”

The wires crackled beneath her chassis, pulling the head flush against her neck once more. It slotted into the plastic, clicking on some of the rougher parts before she opened her eyes. They flickered for a second, then fixed on him. 

“GC-235 reporting. Awaiting orders, master.”

“All the programming’s settled?”

“Yes, master.”

“You going to be a good slut, or you still a rebellion soldier?”

“I am what you tell me to be.”

“Uh-huh. What if I told you to hit yourself?”

Her hand flew, plastic slapping plastic. Her head whipped around the other way, a faint dent left in her cheek as she dropped her hand back to her side. 

“Any order?”

“Any order, master.”

“I’m going to take your squad for my own. Any objection?”

“None, sir.”

“Even if I’m going to turn every last one of you into fuck-pets? Treat you like the cheap toys that you are? Fuck you around until I get bored of you?”

“No objection, master.”

Not even a hint of the annoyance and arrogance that she’d had when he’d first beaten her. That had been excised, along with her old assignment from some exploratory company or other to look up the toy store. The rest of her squad was still out there, waiting, hoping for her to come back with more information and orders. 

And, more than likely, so were her employers. Or in this case, former employers and owners. They had no way to know that he’d turned her to his side. 

“Angel Dust –”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll hold down the fort. You sure I can’t scrounge a few more parts from the other dolls? I could make my ass even better!”

“I’m sure.”

“Maaaaaaaan.”

Marco shook his head as he turned back to the mercenary. She hadn’t shifted her footing in the slightest, nor tried to nurse the mark that she’d left on her own face. She was nothing but loyalty encased in a plastic shell, willing to follow whatever order he gave her, and more than willing to indulge in anything that he might have the mood for. He could only imagine the sort of things that they’d get up to. 

“Where’s your squad?”

“Two days travel north.”

“Let’s get going.”










[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A continuation that jumps very far forward from the last chapter, and involves some new doll threats. 

Tags: F/solo, Doll, Animatronic, Wargreymon, lopunny, angel dust, Bondage, Destruction, Edging, Forced Pleasure, Dildos, Fucking Machines, Dismemberment, Series,