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A Fucked-Up Garage

For Technophile34

By Draconicon

Lucario shuddered as she felt one of her joints stretching. It wasn't the first time that she'd felt such a thing, but it was the first time that she was aware of it being truly dangerous.

She looked up from the wooden table she stood on, glancing at the wires stretched out from her wrists to the two pencil-poles on either side of her. The wires were bent and twisted, but dug into the plastic covering of her little body with painful ease, crinkling and cracking the plastic in several places already. Wincing as she pulled on it, she shook her head and glanced down at herself.

She wasn't sure how she'd gotten into this situation, but she knew that it wasn't going to end well for her. It never did, when Sneasel got her hands on someone. The other was going to make what remained of her life hell.

Yet, the thought made her pussy twitch rather than actually scare her. She wasn't sure what that said, but probably nothing good.

Click, click, click.

Lucario looked up again, staring across the garage into the distance. There was something moving in the dark corner of the room, something coming to her. There was no question just what it was. The other dolls had long since been damaged beyond repair, and she knew that her turn was coming. Coming with a bolt gun.

The clicking got louder as the Lucario turned her attention to the wires again. She pulled on them, saw the way that the tight metal dug into her body again. A joint snapped in her wrist, the ball-bearing cracking and popping out of place, and she moaned.

"Mmmm, sounds like someone's already getting excited."

The chuckling voice was closer now, probably at the base of the table. Something smacked against the wooden leg, and she knew that the Sneasel was coming for her, would soon be there.

Have to get away. Have to get away.

She pulled again, and again, half-hoping that the damage to her arm would be sufficient to get free of the wire, but no. Her paw flopped uselessly at the end of the limb, looking ridiculous. There was no escape from the bondage, no escape from the Sneasel, not with the ties this tight.

The edge of the other doll poked over the table, and she took in the appearance of the garage sadist. Soft plastic had been warped around one eye, cracked and damaged by something in the past. There was no color there, only a plastic eye-ball that had been rolled back from whatever had caused the damage.

"Sneasel..."

"Mmmm, Lucario."

The doll pulled itself up the rest of the way, stretching and straining as it pulled the boltgun along with it. It was oversized for the little doll, though it would have been small in the hands of the others that used this garage when they weren't around. It was already loaded, and she could see the hint of the bolt on the inside, flashing within the barrel. It was primed and ready for her, and she knew that this time, she wasn't going to get off with just a little light damage to her chassis.

There was no panting, no shaking breath. They didn't have those. They didn't need them. She did, however, shudder, and her limbs tensed beneath the wires.

Sneasel walked over to her, patting her cheek before rearing back and slapping her. The crack echoed through the garage, pain and pleasure mixing together to make the Lucario shudder and squeeze her toes tightly. The plastic of her face dented in, pushed in with lined cracks into a crater along her cheek. The other doll chuckled.

"How long have I left you tied up?"

"Six days."

"Six days, huh? And you're still here?"

"I...I'm trying to stay here."

"You're just a little slut, aren't you? You like it when I keep you here. When you can't get free. When you hurt."

Sneasel chuckled again, rubbing her hands together, and Lucario looked down and away as she was looked over. She could feel the eyes of the other doll taking in all the damage that had occurred over the last few days, knew that she was getting measured for how much more she could take. She wasn't sure how much that was, at this point. She didn't know if there was any chance that she could get through this alive.

She didn't know if she wanted to.

As her captor turned away, she pulled at her bindings again, testing them. She was suspended just a few inches off of the table, but at her tiny size, that made it feel like a massive distance. Her feet were pressed against the poles of the pencils at her sides, making her legs spread wide if she didn't want to have her legs snapped off by falling down. Even braced like this, she could constantly feel the strain that her body had to deal with, cheap plastic and rolling ball bearings barely holding up to the strain.

The only thing that liked it was the space between her legs. Her pussy throbbed and swelled in response to the treatment that it got, and she groaned every time that she became aware of how swollen and wet that it was. She felt it throbbing every so often, nearly living. It was the nearest thing to living of any part of her.

"So, little Lucario. You want to get free?"

"Yes."

"Do you wanna cum?"

"Oh...oh yes..."

She bit her lip, shaking her head as she tried not to think of the need that the question alone started building in her. The thought of actually having a climax again, of feeling her body twitching in its strange, bursting, explosive way when that stimulation rose to its height...it would ease her, greatly.

Sneasel laughed, swinging its articulated tail up between her legs. She jerked, her body clicking and clacking as it pulled tight. The impact, the hit, was enough to make her drip again, even though the pain echoed and throbbed in a dull rumble in her belly. Lucario clenched her teeth, just pulling the pain inside and making it better.

"You really are a slut, if that's how you deal with this. Heh, you want down, huh?"

She nodded.

"Well, I have a challenge."

The bolt gun pointed at her again, this time with a more serious glint to the barrel, making it look more dangerous than ever. It made her all too aware of the way that it would and could hurt her, how much it could rip her tiny little body to shreds if it was actually used on her...

And she knew that Sneasel would do it. It wouldn't be the first time. The other doll patted the gun, smiling.

"I've been waiting to use this baby all week. And I know how much you like pain."

"I know. You know. You've been...tormenting me...with it."

"And you love it. Look how much you like it."

She didn't have to. She could feel it. It was the only thing that could dampen, and it had, soaking the inside of the leather panties that she'd been pushed into. Her nipples stood out through her fake fur, soft moldable material responding in an entirely wrong way as the corset she'd been made to wear forced them forward, as well.

"What's your deal?"

"You hold out for an hour. If I can make you cum, then I destroy you. If you don't, then I let you go, and you can get off as hard as you like."

"...And if I don't?"

"Then you're stuck up there for another week, with me playing with you the whole time."

The deal was too good to refuse. The idea of staying in the Sneasel's grip for another week was impossible, even terrifying. If there was a chance to get out of it sooner, even damaged, she would take it. Lucario nodded, and Sneasel giggled.

"Ooooh, wonderful. Let's begin."

Sneasel dropped the gun, leaning forward and grabbing her by the breasts. It was painful, particularly considering the fact that the other doll had claws on her hands and she had nothing to defend herself with. The tight corset kept her breasts pushed high and forward, not letting them get away no matter how those claws raked over her.

Lucario bit her lips again and again as the pain started mounting, the slicing feeling of the claws rushing over her plastic coating, the soft micro-cracks that were already starting to form as the abusive doll played with her adding up quickly. She didn't pant, didn't moan. Not yet, at least. Instead, she kicked her legs against the pencil poles, just trying to keep her head on straight so that she could last.

One hour. Just one hour.

The pain, however, was going to make that a problem. She was strangely attracted to it, enjoyed it in a way that the other dolls that Sneasel had played with and captured hadn't. She remembered how they screamed, how they had begged the other doll to stop. She...didn't. She took it, she enjoyed it, and she could feel her panties drenching already.

Biting her lip to keep from showing it so readily, she looked up at the ceiling as the other doll started smacking her fake breasts back and forth. They smacked against the blade that stuck out from her chest, rubbing against it, almost breaking themselves on it as the semi-realistic thing had enough of an edge to cause damage. She hissed and shook her head more than once, trying to hold back her own reaction, but the Sneasel was noticing it.

"Mmm, you like it, huh? You want to cum from me breaking you?"

She didn't answer, not daring to push it too far. It was going to be hard enough to last for an hour with this going on, and if she continued -

"AH!"

She jerked, arching her back as the Sneasel slapped her pussy, making her jump as the leather was ground right into her sex. The sensation was like sandpaper and velvet at once, pain and pleasure, roughness and comfort.

"I asked you a question!"

"Yes, yes, Mistress, I want to cum!"

"Heh, better now, if you wanna get free."

"I know, Mistress, I know!"

And she did. She knew it all too well, but it was so hard to hold back already, let alone with what she knew was coming. She'd heard the bolt gun before. Knew that it fired things that would rip through little animatronics and other things. It was made to break, rip, puncture, and it would do that to her cheap little chassis all too easily.

Yet, she wasn't terrified of that. She was, if anything, terrified of failing. The consequences didn't matter. She just had to get through this.

SMACK! CRACK! SMACK! CRACK!

Each impact from the Sneasel's little fists and claws on her left their mark, from little scratches in the plastic to a full-on dent in her ass cheeks when the doll went around the back. She could feel each one, her systems pulling the damage report together, measuring how well she would be able to move if she was released from the wires. Hardly at all, at this point, but she would still be mobile. Just...not much.

With each successive damage report, and the pain that came with it, she felt her pussy get wetter and wetter, and she had to fight herself to not press down against the soaked panties that she wore. The sense of stimulation from them made orgasm so tempting, but she had to fight it. She knew her fate. She knew the costs.

Why is it so hard?

Lucario gasped as the Sneasel suddenly grabbed her by the neck, yanking her down. The prickle of the plastic, sharpened claws against her neck had her attention immediately, and she looked down to meet her Mistress's eyes.

"You think you can ignore me, huh?"

"N-no, Mistress."

"Oh, yes, you do. You're lying, but you all lie."

She chuckled.

"And you can. This stuff...it's kiddie stuff, for someone like you. Little pain slut, trying to keep herself from cumming. Oh, you can ignore the slaps and the claws and everything else. But you need a challenge, don't you? That's why you're here. That's why you were so easy to catch."

Chuckling, Sneasel turned away, going back to the bolt gun. As soon as she hefted it, having to use both hands to get a good grip, the bit of fear that Lucario had felt at the beginning came back. The bolts...the bolts would break her. She knew that much.

"Now, don't disappoint me. We both know how much you really want this, and how much you can take. Make sure that you show me that you're a good girl, and take as much as you can."

CRACK!

The first shot went right through her ankle, almost severing the wire that was wrapped above it. She screamed at the top of her lungs as her foot suddenly went limp beneath it, everything that had been built up to keep her supported getting severed all at once. Her scream trailed off into a small sob, coming down to a feeling of shakiness. Only one foot supported her on the other pencil pole, now, and her arms ached at the sudden pressure put on them, the weight that they now needed to support.

Another crack, and the same pain, the same rending, breaking, cracking, sundering pain severed the other foot from her control. She slumped down the pole, both of her legs bent backwards from the wires still holding her around the ankles. They were numb to her commands, but not to sensation. She screamed, yelped, and shrieked as the wire ground against the holes that were left behind by the bolts.

And yet, through it all, the pain was like lightning in her pussy, screaming through it and making her throb and swell and drip in her panties. It was impossible, completely impossible that she should enjoy that feeling so much, but she could feel the swellings of pleasure getting stronger and stronger inside of her. It was like she was losing her mind to the feeling, and she had to keep screaming to vent out the pain.

The sound echoed all around her through the garage, bouncing off of the walls and filling her ears with her own agony. The idea that the Sneasel was okay with doing this to anyone, even her, was...

Amazing.

"Hehehe," the other doll laughed over her pain. "Looks like you're getting even more into it. Your panties are so soaked, you little slut. Were you thinking that this was what would happen to you if I got my hands on you? Was this what you were hoping for when I got you caught and put into the wires?"

She didn't know. She didn't remember what she was processing during that time, but she could feel that she was having a hard time coming up with something to say. Everything was focused on dealing with the sensation down at the end of her legs, with the stretching, popping pain that was running through her thighs now that her legs were bent back the wrong way. If she had to breathe, if she'd had to fill lungs with air and focus on that, she would have fainted already.

As it was, she was feeling a shutdown on the edge of her awareness, something that begged her to give in and just give up. But she couldn't. Not when the Sneasel could force her into a sleeping orgasm, and then excuse her destruction based off of that.

"Hehehe, you like that, huh? You like the feeling of your body getting destroyed, bit by bit? Let's try something else."

Ka-CHUNK!

The bolt gun fired again, this time slamming right into the elbow of her left arm. The ball bearing deflected it somewhat, but the bearing itself was rammed into a position that was utterly wrong, giving her yet more agony. The processors inside of her were struggling to keep up with the sensation, begging her to shut down, telling her that their capabilities were getting strained to the limits, but she denied them.

She screamed, of course. There was no getting around the screaming. Pain signals as data, or simply as pain, whatever they were, still hurt. She couldn't move her arm easily anymore, either, as it hung at a wrong angle.

Ka-CHUNK!

Another shot, another crack at her elbow, and her entire lower arm went dead. She couldn't do anything with her fingers, her elbow, her wrist. Everything from the elbow down was gone, and with it above her head, she could see the hole.

The scream echoed in her throat and then in her ears as she stared at the damage. The plastic ripped and burst inwards, broken and shattered with shards of it all over the place. It was like a war zone, ripped apart and then scattered about like bits and pieces of a body. Her body. The insides, with small wires and a formerly workable joint, were ripped to pieces, tiny sparks buzzing along the inside of her arm.

Then, the wires on her legs snapped.

Her feet hit the ground, and she collapsed with searing agony right off the bat. She howled at the top of her lungs from the torture, the pain signals running up her legs shocking her, blasting her, making her hips thrust and arch and her back strain backwards as she felt her pleasure signals get crossed. Each blast of pain should have damped them, but instead, it amped them up, making them harder and harder to ignore, harder to deal with.

The Sneasel was over her, then, looking down at her and chuckling. The other doll wasn't even as dressed as she was, wearing a bandolier rather than any panties, and the doll's sex was as soaked as hers was.

"Mmmm, you enjoying it that much, hmm? Maybe I should just fire the next one up between your legs? Rip through all those core processors, put you out of your misery right now."

"Please...please, no...not there..."

"You're right. That would end this way too quickly, and you're being such a good girl, fighting so hard to keep yourself conscious and working with me right now. You should get a reward for that."

The Sneasel shifted around, and brought her foot up with a hard kick right between Lucario's legs. The impact was hardly as painful as the other stuff that the bolt gun had done, but the hit actually broke her pussy, smashing the parts inwards so that it was blocked. She couldn't spread her legs properly anymore, and she was smashed together so that it was just impossible to move.

Whimpering, whining, Lucario could feel herself getting worse and worse. Her body's damage reports were coming in fast and furiously, telling her that critical systems on the exterior were no longer reporting, that various pieces had simply shut down to try and defend themselves against the barrage of signals running around from every other part of her. It was her body's attempt to preserve itself from what had to be a defect in her.

The bolt gun came up, hitting her in the chin and knocking her head back. Lucario groaned, slowly pulling her head back down to see the bolt pointed right at her chest.

"Heh, I don't think we need to kill one of the big things to make you scream...let's try one of the smaller ones."

The gun shifted slightly off to the side, and then -

Ka-CHUNK!

Another bolt hit her right in the chest, and for the first time, it slowed enough for her to feel the full, terrible pain of that high-pressure impact. She watched it as if in slow motion, seeing the finger-sized bolt shooting into her chest, seeing the fur and the plastic cave in from the sheer pressure of it, then shatter at the point of impact. The bolt itself kept moving, fast and fluid, only slowed but never stopped by the chassis that wrapped around her.

It passed through, and she felt it go out her back, but stopped before it could go through and through. The metal rod stuck out the back of her body, and her vision went spotty, staticky in one eye.

"W-w-wha-aaa-aaaat are y-y-you d-ddoing?'

"Ooooh, you're losing that too. Wonderful, wonderful!"

The Sneasel danced around with glee, grinning to herself and tossing the bolt gun from hand to hand. All the while, it was like the pain had robbed her of the ability to scream, the potential taken away as the remaining RAM in her body worked to just keep the systems running. Her shakes and shudders were getting more regular, her body spasming in a desperate attempt to keep the systems connected, running constant tests of movement just to be sure that they were online.

Ka-CHUNK!

Another bolt, straight through her chest, on the other side. She jerked back, pussy spasming as much as the rest of her body, her vision going blank and then rebooting, blank and rebooting again. Each time she felt the shock going through her system, she wondered what was going to happen next.

"Scream for me."

"Aa-a-aaaaha-aaa-aahhh!"

She followed the order, her voice breaking and dialing and shrieking, rasping as the voiceboxes were getting less and less information to work with. The pain was like a constant flow of lightning through her body, wrecking everything, breaking it down. Fear had faded. None of that was left. Just desperation. Desperation not to cum. Desperation to make it through. Had to be halfway through, had to be near to the halfway point. Meant that she might live. Meant that she might make it.

Flickering images resolved and split, then resolved again as the Sneasel stood before her, holding the bolt gun up again. This time, it went higher, past her chest to her throat. She shook her head slowly, one of the only movements left to her control.

"P-ple-eeease..."

"Heh, no Mistress? Not anymore? So rude."

Ka-CHUNK!

Another blast, another loss of function. Her head snapped back from the impact to her neck, and she felt her voicebox go. Her mouth opened in a soundless yell, and down below, she felt the loss of control.

Her pussy felt like it exploded, squirting once, twice, up to five times into her leather panties, filling them with the gooey juices of her orgasm. It kept happening, kept squirting, filling them again and again. The pleasure of her orgasm rippled through her, very, very slightly counteracting the pain of her destruction. She couldn't hold back anymore, spasming every which way that the wires around her wrists allowed her, and then went limp.

Everything was barely functional. Her power unit was leaking, oozing into the rest of her body with some sort of acid, while her CPU was functioning on the barest of information and processing power. The RAM had been weakened and then drained by all the hits that her body had taken, no longer able to pull power from secondary processors or anything of the sort. All it could do was keep the CPU running for the moment, and it was struggling to do that.

She slowly pulled her head back down, seeing the Sneasel shaking her head a few times.

"It's such a pity when someone disappoints you, isn't it? I thought that you might actually make it to the end of the hour, but such is life. You did very well, though, and were a very good girl."

"Ggg-ooooooo-oooood g-g-g-girl?"

"Yes. And now, it's time for you to go."

Sneasel cocked the bolt gun once more, and lifted it up so that it pointed right at Lucario's head. The CPU would go in a split second, once that thing went shooting through her skull, and after that...

Well, after that, it would be hard to tell what would happen. Her brain would be gone, and then, so would the rest of her life.

She closed her eyes, but Sneasel smacked her across the cheek. Formerly a debilitating feeling, the pain barely woke her up.

"Eyes open. You will see this coming."

"Y-yes...m-m-m-miiiiss-ttreesssss."

She opened her eyes as much as her body would let her, knowing that it was barely anything at this point. She could hardly resolve the images in front of her anymore, let alone recognize them.

Ka-CHUNK!

The blast hit her right between the eyes, and just as before, her head went flying back. This time, however, there was no pulling it back down, her CPU crashing hard as it went down. Her eyes rolled back, and her body went limp as the core of her processing ability was shut down. Everything went black, red around the edges, and then shut down.

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Sneasel looked down at the body of the doll in front of her, slowly shaking her head. She was soaking wet from the sight, and the body was as well, those leather panties drenched to the core with all the abuse that they had been going through. She casually emptied another bolt or two into the body, watching it twitch, but there was no more of the delicious screaming that had made the rest of it so fun.

Ah well, all good times end eventually...but this one isn't done just yet.

She chuckled, gathering up the broken body. There were some plastic shards around them, but the one-eyed Sneasel didn't bother to collect those. It'd be debris that would blow away on its own, once the world had a time to get moving again. All she had to do was get rid of the body, and she already had something in mind for that.

The little thing walked with the body over her shoulder, making her way to the edge of the table before looking down. She'd set up a hot plate and a glass beaker before she'd gone after the bolt gun, and it was already up to a high heat. The glass was actually a slightly different color from how much time she'd let it sit, and if it wasn't for the fact that she was so eager to get off, she would have gone down and adjusted it so that this part wouldn't be over so fast.

But she'd waited for this, and she was going to have it. With a grunt, she tossed the dead doll over the edge of the table, and watched the plastic heap land in the glass beaker. Sneasel sat down, putting her fingers between her legs and started rubbing herself.

"Mmmm, that's it, bitch...burn...melt..."

The still plastic was slowly breaking down from the second it made contact. If she could breathe, she would have been turned away by the fumes that were slowly rising in the air, but thankfully, she didn't have to be worried about that. All she had to do was enjoy herself, seeing the doll melting down, watching her become little more than a spreading pile of ooze.

Even as hot as the plate had gotten the glass, it still took time. The off-blue chassis melted a bit, but the fur was the first thing to go up. It caught fire on contact with the heated glass, and burned down to the core. A few wires sparked, adding their heat to the destruction, and it slowly spread down the body.

"Mmmm, that's it...fuck yes...fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

She growled through her own damaged muzzle, feeling loose parts jiggle as she watched the spreading ooze of blue plastic. The Lucario doll slowly sank into its own liquified form, and the more that it was damaged, the more that she got off on it. Her fingers were already deep inside of her, three of them curling as far into her as they would go.

The bolts that had been left behind slowly sank away, covered by the ooze. Wires were smothered as the plastic shell broke down, and the Sneasel grinned as she could see the damaged, cracked, hole-covered face slowly melting away. For a few measly moments, the damage almost seemed like it was getting fixed as the plastic melted over the Lucario's face, but then it faded away, leaving no details, just a smooth blue that quickly started bubbling from beneath as the heat spread into the head.

Faster and faster her fingers plunged into her sex, making it squelch between her legs at the deadly suffering of the other doll. She worked them in harder, deeper, firmer, panting hard as she watched the detail fade. Black-blue fingers were reduced to a blob, and that was reduced to nothing more than a puddle. Her damaged paws broke off of her body, the weakened connection melting first and leaving two little balls of plastic to melt down on their own, away from the rest of the body.

For a moment, the CPU in the head was exposed, the little black box and chip holding out against the heat for almost a full minute before they started sparking and breaking down as well. Acrid smoke rose up, billowing past the Sneasel's feet, but she only grinned more, watching the destruction.

Desperately, she grabbed one of the bolts that had fallen out of the Lucario while she'd been dragging the doll around, and replaced her fingers with it, jamming it into her body and thrusting it in hard and fast, fucking herself on it with a moan and a groan.

"Ooooh yes..."

Her rapid self-fucking was only matched by the speed of the bubbles spreading through the last bits of the plastic frame, the liquified doll turned into a boiling puddle. There would never be any sign of her again, the destruction complete. All of her parts, all of her memories, everything that had been that little Lucario doll was gone, destroyed, never to be assembled again in the same way. Personality, individuality, body, everything. Gone. Destroyed.

By her.

Sneasel screamed as she leaned back, cumming hard. Her juices splashed down into the glass beaker, hissing away as soon as it touched the bubbling mess that had been her little toy. A small crack filled her ears, and the sadistic little animatronic grinned as she knew what had happened. Cooler liquid on the hot glass, a crack hitting it.

Oh, this is going to be good.

She stood up, still dripping, still horny. She hadn't pulled the bolt out of her as she ran to the side of the table, pulling at the bolt gun before looking down at the glass beaker. Giggling to herself, the Sneasel pointed the gun at the bubbling mess inside, wondering if she should take it further. One shot would send shards all over the garage, spreading hot plastic and cutting glass like a bomb. Anything that was still around - and she knew that there were more dolls, even if Lucario had thought she was the last one - would get the message. They'd know that she was coming for them, too, that she would come for anyone that could give her more fun.

Her finger tightened on the trigger...and then pulled away.

Heeheehee, not gonna get rid of this toy...not yet.

Instead, she hopped down to one of the table legs, riding it down towards the floor. The hot plate was radiating heat with the inferno going on in the glass beaker, the plastic melted and actually catching fire around the surface. Sneasel could feel her own chassis starting to run along her fingers as she got close, so she moved quickly, pulling the plug and setting the thing aside for the moment. The glass would cool soon enough, as would the plate.

Then she could take the melted-down doll out and put it somewhere good. Somewhere to torment other dolls that might come around. Something that might make them curious...

And might find more with this little Lucario's 'problem.'

Mmmm, so much delicious pleasure from the pain. She loved it, I loved it...I want another. I want another.

The thought repeated in the one-eyed doll's CPU as she hustled off back to the shadows to wait.

The End