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Mother's Rules

Part 3

For Technophile34

By Draconicon

Despite her cockiness, Matilda couldn't help but - metaphorically - shiver at the idea of her mother taking this further. The Cinderace doll was definitely at her worst, pulled free of the charger at little more than 50% power, and her insides were damp, messed up with both her mother's spit and the back-up of her own juices from her warped pussy. It wasn't at a critical level yet, but if her mother pushed her too far, she could be in serious trouble.

And her mega-lopunny mother looked more than willing to push her to climax and beyond.

She bit her lip as she was held on her back by her own slowed circuits and her mother's knee in her gut. The mega-lopunny's fingers were already diving into her, grinding into her sex, pushing her to shiver and shake from the way they rubbed her warped pussy. Even with the lips pulled tighter than ever before, it was still just as sensitive, almost like her receptors had been pushed into the same, limited space.

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

"Heh, is my little slut finally learning her place?"

"Fuck...fuck you."

"Oh, I'll be doing that. I told you that already."

SLAP!

The wet smack of hard chassis to warped pussy lips was loud and harsh. She bit her lips as the stinging aching data hit her processors, her pussy stinging for a second or two before the forcibly-tightened lips were forced open by thick, soft fingers.

"Ah...ah..."

"Still so sensitive even after I burned it shut? Tsk tsk," Mary said, chuckling. "I'm going to need to teach you how to handle that."

"Mmmph...mom..."

"You wanted to be a good slut. Well, mommy's going to teach you how to do that."

"Nnngh...you can't teach me...anything..."

"Oh really?"

The mega-lopunny smirked, pulling her fingers free. Matilda took a deep breath, thankful for the bit of relief, but it was truly short-lived.

Her mother reached into a pocket in her armor, pulling out a small vial. Instead of being filled with liquid, it had something else in it, something that was crawling around and flitting about, like thousands of little metal flakes.

"What the...what is that?!"

"You don't think your mom travels without some protection, do you?"

Chuckling, the mega-lopunny uncorked the vial. Some of the little things came flying out, only to disappear in the air. Others continued to spin inside, gradually flooding up in waves before coming down again. Even the hardened merc was handling it carefully, though, which told Matilda everything she needed to know about how dangerous it was.

"Nanites?" she guessed.

"Oh, yes. Very dangerous ones, too."

"Then, why...why put them near me?"

"Because I know how to use them...and it will teach you a lesson."

Without further ado, the mega-lopunny stuck her finger inside. The metal flecks attached themselves to her finger, swirling about, but not causing any damage. Matilda tried to squirm, but her mother was still kneeling on her, still keeping her restrained.

"You see, these things are completely harmless...provided that there's no holes in your chassis," the mega-lopunny said. "However, if they happy to find one, they're hungry enough to deal a ton of damage. Like little termites, except for plastic, and metal, and circuitry, heh."

Metal and circuitry? The Cinderace's eyes went as wide as it was possible for them to go, and she renewed her squirms, trying to pull away. Yet, it was too late. Her mother was already reaching down, her finger about to dip into -

"NNNGH!"

Getting penetrated through a hole in her guts was bad enough, but feeling the squirming, hissing nanites on her mother's finger was worse. She could feel them suddenly rushing through her, like a spark that had gotten out of control. It was like a seizure that wouldn't stop, that hurt and felt good at the same time rushing through her midsection.

Only the blocks in her legs kept them from going down, and only the hardened barriers around her deep cores kept her from being completely shut down by the swarm. She felt them biting, tearing, ripping through the cords around the wires, exposing her inner electrical workings.

Her mother pulled back, the damage in the Cinderace's midsection getting worse and worse. She could see it, see how her chassis was getting worn down from the inside, the darkened shell starting to get more and more see-through as the nanites weakened it, thinned it out.

"Mom! Stop it!"

"'fraid I can't, Matilda, heh. You're going to learn a lesson, one way, or another."

"Mom, it's going to break!"

"Yep."

"You want it -"

"I want you to learn. I want you to realize who's in charge. Not you...me."

The first tear in the shell finally happened, a hole opening near the penetration point. Matilda screamed in shock as it spread wider and wider, opening her up, making the connection between her torso and her hips weaker and weaker. Every squirm she made only opened it up further, but she had to do something.

Panicking, she grabbed at the floor with her intact arm, pulling herself along. She managed another inch or so, maybe two, before she felt the chassis cracking along her back, right under her spine. Worse, she could feel her signals coming up from her legs getting weaker, her attachment to her lower limbs getting less and less steady.

"Mom! I'm going to lose my legs!"

"Yep. And then you'll have to earn them back."

"You bitch!"

"Sluts like to lose control, don't they?"

She didn't want to admit it, but they did. Too much. She shivered, her pussy clenching on the inside, her outer lips warped and grinding against each other in the wrong, too-wrong way that they had been doing ever since they'd been touched by the wood burner.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, she swore as she felt her insides breaking down. She's rougher than anyone else...

And some part of her LOVED that. Some part of her LOVED that her mother was completely ignoring her, breaking her down the way that nobody else had dared to. This was how a slut needed to be treated. This was how she needed to be treated.

Half of the connections between her upper body and lower body had been severed, the nanites eating through everything that was plastic, rubber, wire, or metal. Which, for her, was almost everything. The silicone of her breasts was left alone, somehow exempt, but the rest of her insides was under constant threat.

Her chassis was on the verge of breaking down completely, leaving her with only a few wires that kept her connected to her lower body. And one of those, unfortunately, ran right to her pussy. A pussy that her mother took great pleasure in stepping on.

"NNNGH!"

The sharp heel of her mother's boots - the only thing that she had bothered to keep on - ground against her misshapen sex. Matilda huffed, at risk of reaching overload of stimulation, but her mother kept grinding.

"Looks like you're about to lose it all, girl. I could help you, you know. I know how to deal with these things. Of course, you'd have to ask me the right way."

"Mmmph...suck a..."

Matilda gasped, grimacing as she felt another wire go, another connection lost. Soon, she'd be completely helpless, her upper body at risk once the nanites lost their ability to feed from her waist and lower body. If she didn't do something, and soon, she'd be fucked, completely, totally fucked.

"Alright! Mom, please, save me!"

"Heh. Call me by the right name, slut."

"Nnngh...Mistress! Mistress, please!"

"That's a good girl."

Just as suddenly as the wasting, ripping, warping stuff had begun, her mother grabbed her by the wrists and pulled. The sudden yank shocked her as much as the sudden discomfort of plastic ripping, tearing, breaking around her waist and middle. The few connections that weren't wires snapped free, and her torso slid across the ground.

Gasping for breath that she didn't need, she stared at the gap between her legs and her chest. Her mother could have laid in that gap, could have laid head to toe there and not quite covered the whole thing. Only one wire - one solitary wire - connected her inner systems to her lower body, and that wire was sparking in several places, sending her bits of stimulation from her pussy as it twitched around nothing and from her ass as it gaped from the charging.

Matilda could hardly believe what had happened. All she could see, all she could believe, was that her mother had ripped her apart, and that there was no going back from that. Not without finding another doll chassis, and one that wasn't active, preferably.

She could end up being a hybrid, one with a lower body of a different species, or at the very least, someone that had a mismatched model between upper and lower body. Her mother, in one smooth move, had basically rendered her a perpetual lower class.

And her pussy dripped hard from the thought.

The various nanites dispersed, fleeing when they weren't contained in a metaphorical buffet. Matilda was still pulling her thoughts together as her mother crouched beside her, a dripping cunt right at the side of her face.

"Heh, looks like you're learning, alright. Learning who's in charge. Tell mommy. Who owns you?"

"Mmmph...you do..."

"Hmmm? I don't think you finished that..."

"Nnnngh...You own me, mistress."

"Heh, that's better, dear. That's better."

Her mother patted her boobs. There was something in the patronizing way that she did it that made her feel...well, owned. A reminder about the way that her mother could just demolish her without even trying...hell, had demolished her without even trying.

I'm broken...

She couldn't even move her lower half. That connection had been stripped quickly. The only link that reminded was one that sent sensation between the two halves, and that one was getting ever more finicky as more and more sparks started appearing along the line. It was embarrassing how she'd feel some pleasure, then nothing, then pain, then nothing. She was steadily losing everything that she had lived off of for months, her pussy gradually getting less and less sensitive.

Fuck...Gonna become...become a barbie...at this rate...

The thought was enough to send a shiver down her spine, and not a good one. Barbies, the lowest of the low among the dolls, those that had lost their sex organs and been left with nothing but their attractive shapes. Not even fuckable. Just...walking bimbos...

Matilda wished she wasn't quite so turned on by that level of humiliation, but there was no denying that she felt a tremble down there. It was an interrupted twitch of arousal, but it was definitely there. Her pussy squirted through its twisted, distorted shape, and her mother laughed.

"I knew you were a whore, but I never thought that you were this eager a one."

"Nnngh...it's not my fault...you...Nnngh..."

Matilda could hardly think, and she worried that maybe there was more damage to her processors than she'd thought. The nanites had done a lot to her, ripped through most of her internal systems - the non-critical ones, at least - and though her chassis and her curves were still whole above her stomach, she knew it would only take a few good yanks to pull her insides over to her outsides.

The vulnerability was something so much worse than anything that she'd suffered at the hands of other bandits in her months outside the city of Haven, and she loved it. Loved it, hated it, loved it, was turned on by it in such different ways.

Coolant fluid, sparks, and other goo oozed slowly from her broken frame, yet the clearest feelings were coming from her pussy so far away, the feeling of her juices rolling down from her sex to her asshole, just barely gracing it with a hint of pleasure and sensation. She jumped every time she felt those juices hitting her down there, but it was, to put it mildly, amazing.

Then, her mother nudged her with one boot again.

"You think you're ready to show your mommy just how well you can pleasure her?"

"Mmmph...I can beat any of the cunt-lickers that you've had before."

"Even when you're ripped apart?"

"I always do better with my life on the line."

"Oh-ho, really?"

The mega-lopunny smirked, spreading her legs further, squatting down until her drenched pussy was right in her face. Matilda groaned, the smell of the fluid thick and heavy, almost musky compared to what most females smelled like. Maybe her mother's model had a different sort of scent-applicator inside, or maybe she had done something. Or maybe she needed some repairs down there.

Whatever the reason, the scent was far stronger than average, and the mega-lopunny seemed to take great joy in grinding on her face.

"Heh, you like that, I bet. You like remembering where you belong...risking yourself every time..."

"Mmmph...fuck..."

"You're going to be covered in mommy's juices by the end of this. You're going to be stained with them. Everyone will know who you belong to, bitch-girl."

Certainly, there would be dolls that could examine scent markers and know who had been marking her. She shivered at the thought, going in and suddenly pegged as the bitch-slut of someone else rather than being the top-bitch in the building.

Her pussy clenched again, the pleasure of her own need combining with the rough, abrasive feeling of the half-melted sex grinding against other jagged bits.

"Heh, I figured you'd like that. But that's for later...if you're a good girl."

Humiliation for being a good girl. If anyone else had heard that, they'd laugh, but in Matilda's case, she whimpered. The idea was hot enough that she didn't know how to handle it, save to squirm as her mother pushed down all the harder on her face, a fat-ass that had dominated the Cinderace's dreams for years grinding on her chin and chest.

"You're going to eat me out. If you're a damn good girl, then I'll allow you to eat my ass afterwards while I spend some time humping that misshapen pussy of yours. A good girl can get me off with her mouth, but a bad girl can hump me with something ugly and hard like that, can't she?"

"Mmmph...yes, Mistress..."

"Good. Now."

A firm hand grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her head forward so hard that she swore some joint in her neck popped free. Her lips pressed against slippery pussy lips, drawn in exquisite detail on synthetic skin.

"Get licking."

She had no choice but to follow the order, and no inclination to do anything but that. As defiant as she had been, she was really a girl that was looking for a good mistress at heart, and that was all that she needed.

Matilda thrust her head in, grinding her tongue against her mother's pussy. The first taste of her juices was thick and heavy, too strong for her to really enjoy, but she kept licking regardless, shoving her tongue deep inside, working it into her depths and making sure to find every little sensitive spot that she could.

In, out, in, out she thrust her tongue, each time finding a sensitive bit that she'd missed before. While her motor functions were completely fucked, she could still process how to pleasure someone else. That was something that she was very, very good at.

One lick, two, three, each time getting a bit more used to her mother's flavor. Each time, she found a bit more that she could enjoy, something else to condition her into being a good little brat-bitch-slut to the mega-lopunny over her.

Thick thighs, barely cushioned with enough silicone to keep them from being painful, squeezed down on both sides of her face, crushing her between them and holding her down. If she'd needed to breathe, she would have been in danger, but as it was, she was still struggling. Her entire body was at risk of being destroyed if she didn't do well, and her mother was -

"Mmmph!"

Her tits. Her mother was grabbing at her tits, pulling at her nipples. Even those were weaker now, her chassis at risk at all points. The silicone could be pulled right out if her mother leaned back too much, if she pulled too hard. She was struggling to keep licking, but that constant interruption, the pain data that was fed into her mind, was a frequent distraction.

Lick, suck, find her mother's clit and pull it into her mouth. Rub her tongue along the little silicone nub, feel it inflate, get bigger, then push it out of her mouth in hopes of getting some reprieve. There was never any reprieve, only a reminder that she was a doll split in half, nothing more than a toy for her mom right then and there.

Every so often, a tingle of pleasure came up the wire that connected her to her lower half, reminding her of the needs that were burning down there. It was a hot, heavy reminder of everything that was going on, everything that was driving her nuts right then. She huffed and puffed, trying to hump her hips up against an invisible, nonexistent hand.

Phantom sensations, she realized, fake feelings that had to be coming through via glitches in her code from the extensive damage that she had suffered. She was breaking down, and hard.

Nnngh...oh fuck...oh god...

She was half-drowning in her mother's slick juices, and she couldn't stop herself from sucking it down. It kept coming, kept flowing, and there was no getting away from it. Lick, lick, lick, and she swallowed her mother's plentiful pussy juice. It was thick and heavy, and it coated her face like slime.

The Cinderace groaned under the bigger woman, unable to push her off, not even sure that she wanted to anymore. Her mother's dominance was clear, her hips grinding forward, back, forward, back, always with that fast click and stop when she was ready to start pulling back. There was none of the franticness that came with a living being, always that precision that was a reminder that she was with another doll.

Forward, back, forward, back, always working to fuck her face that little bit harder. She grunted as her face was soaked, her lips drenched, but kept licking.

She didn't stop until her mother did, and even then it took a moment for the confused, overwhelmed processors of the Cinderace to catch up to the fact that she was no longer getting her face ground down. She panted, lifting her head slightly as her mother stood up.

"Heh, I thought that you would be good enough."

"Huh...what?"

"I told you what'd happen if you were good, remember?"

It took Matilda a moment or two to do that much. Her mother had said something, offered something if she was a good enough slut under her pussy. Honestly, she'd been enjoying her time down there too much to care what would happen next, so it took some effort to pull the memory out of her lustful fog.

"If you're a damn good girl, I'll let you eat my ass out..."

The Cinderace remembered that, and her cheeks would have burned if they had the capability or if she had the mental energy left to think of being embarrassed. At this point, all of her energy was taken up with surviving, with understanding what was going on around her. The idea of using any of that to protest or something was just too much for her to take.

So, Matilda stuck out her tongue, planning on being the best ass-eater that she could be. The mega-lopunny chuckled, shaking her head.

"What, over here? How am I going to hump your pussy, then?"

"Mmph..."

"Slipping so fast?"

"Can't...help it...hard to...think."

"Yeah, that happens when the processor gets a bit pussy-logged. Let's get you back to your other half, huh?"

Her mother grabbed her by the arms, and for a second or two, she was terrified that she was finally going to be ripped apart. Her wire stretched...then she was pulled the other way, back down towards her legs.

With each passing second, she swore that her wire was going to be stretched to the breaking point. It was fragile enough as it was, sparking at several points up and down the line, and she could feel the sensations from her pussy getting more and more distant, more and more sporadic the more that her wire got tangled up with itself. She bit her lips, trying to focus on the feeling as much as she could, but...

Well, her mother wasn't making it easy.

"That's it. You want to be a good slut-bitch, don't you?"

"Mmmph..."

"Heh, I thought so. Isn't it great to have a pussy that's nothing more than a humping toy for your mother? A mouth that's nothing but a thing to hold your tongue for my pleasure?"

The thought was humiliating. There were plenty of dolls that she'd heard of that had been given the ultimate humiliation. Their cores kept separate to their sexual parts, their pieces broken up and laid into walls or pillars for the satisfaction of others. They were just one scissor cut away from being completely severed from their power core or processors, one little snip away from being nothing but the sum of their parts, rather than a living, 'thinking' being.

Her mother could easily do that to her. Rip her head off of her shoulders, put it down in a seat so her tongue could be kept for ass and pussy licking duty. She could have her pussy mounted somewhere, both for her mother to grind on and for other, passing males to hump.

She could lose everything else as long as her internal systems were kept somewhat safe, locked up in a box that was then wired up to the different parts.

God, what the hell...what the hell...

The thought alone was nearly enough to make her distant pussy clench down in orgasm, and only pure willpower kept that from happening. She didn't want to cum yet.

She didn't want to cum until her mother-mistress gave her permission.

As her mother laid her upper half down across her legs, her head near her own crotch, she had an up-close view of her own twitching, distorted pussy. It had been burned, twisted, shaped so that her crotch was mostly closed, the formerly soft flesh around her clit pushed up and hardened like a narrow-tipped, slowly-widening mound. It was perfect for grinding against, even shaped to allow a partial penetration.

It was brilliant and horrible at the same time.

Matilda could already imagine how it would feel. Her pussy would be almost like a mix between female and male, sensitive on the outside with her clit almost like the tip of a male's cock. Most of her 'flesh' would be too dull to sensation to be able to get off, but the tip? The spot where her clit had been molded to? That would be almost like a male getting a blowjob every time that her mother slid against it.

Or when it slid inside of her, she realized. The idea of basically fucking her mother while eating her out...

Fuck...fuck...

Her pussy was dripping, though not nearly as much as it should have been. More of her juices were flooding out through the broken waist, covering the ground nearby, making it harder and harder for her to think. Spark, spark, spark went the wire, her power core losing more and more energy. Matilda grunted, straining to get more comfortable, but her motor functions below the neck were shot.

And then, her mother sat down.

The mega-lopunny was just as thick in the ass as she was in the thighs, her rump so big and round that it was guaranteed to smother just about anyone. She wondered, briefly, if her mom had used her ass to take down some of her enemies, smothering them while taking out their crucial pieces of machinery inside.

Then the thought passed, replaced by the thickness of the rump grinding down on either side of the Cinderace's muzzle.

"Mmmph!"

"Heh, you like that. Don't lie."

The fact was, she did, but it was still not exactly ego-boosting to admit that you liked ass on your face. Even your mother's ass, which was...well, not great, really, even if her ass was amazing. The idea of being brought so low that she was eager to be her own mother's slut...

Damn, she's good...

She panted as she opened her mouth, her tongue finding her mother's rear charging port. It was just open enough to imply that she had graduated to the higher levels of power chargers, something that would spread the hole far wider in order to charge faster. Probably the merc had done that to get an edge on her competitors, but it made her ass look well-used.

It also made it much easier for her to stick her tongue in there, making it easier to wiggle it around to tease her mom and make her squirm. The mega-lopunny panted more than she had done when she'd had her pussy eaten out, which was all that Matilda needed to know what her mother preferred.

She wished she had her arms to spread those cheeks further, but she settled with arching her back, thrusting her face in between those large, curvy cheeks. The silicone in them was more realistic from how much of it there was, moving and sliding rather than having the delay in the denting and pressure reaction that some dolls had. There was so much of it that it moved more like a living ass would.

Matilda pressed her lips against her mother's pucker, grinding her tongue over it again and again, each time feeling the more textured hole pulling this way and that. She shoved her tongue inside as soon as it was loose enough, tasting the wet walls on the other end, filled with conductive fluid to carry charge further into the other doll. Lick, lick, lick, the humiliation of cleaning the charging port more than strong enough to keep her pussy wet and eager.

Then, her mother shifted position. Then, she felt her mother's slick sex pressing against her own.

"Ah!"

Her gasp was impossible to miss, her eyes rolling back at the sudden warmth that rolled down her sex. Heat, then nothing, wetness, then nothing. The sparking wire didn't send the stimulation to her regularly, but still in bursts, still too infrequently for her to be able to get off from it. She cursed and thanked that, not sure which she felt more.

"Mmmph!"

"Heh, that's it...be mommy's good little toy."

"Nnngh...mmmph!"

"Yeah, feels good, doesn't it? Mommy's slick cunt knows how to make good girls feel great..."

It was great, when she could feel it in the first place. Every time that she could feel her mother's pussy grinding down on her sex, every time she felt the warped tip of her pussy getting shoved into that slippery slit...

Mmmph...fuck...fuck...I wanna cum...I wanna cum...

Her lower half had lost all motor functions by then. Her pussy couldn't clench. Her hips couldn't thrust. And even if they could, she wouldn't have had any control over it. It was down to instinct, to the imitation of life that her processors would have been directing, and they were all but dead for the lower half of her body.

Her mother leaned forward, grinding her own slippery cunt down on Matilda's twitching sex, only to shove back again and force the Cinderace's face up her ass once more. The hot heat of her sex had drooled down between the cheeks, musky slime grinding along the smaller rabbit's cheeks.

Fuck...fuck!

Bursts of pleasure mixed with numbing nothingness continued to torment her, making it harder and harder to think. She'd be able to lick for a short time, giving her mother the worship she asked for, only to be interrupted with the heavy, hot pleasure of her pussy being used as a grinding dildo.

FUCK!

Forward slide, her pussy a stiff, hardened lump of plastic for the most part, warped by heat and turned into something for her mother to play with. Her mother's pussy opening up, taking the very tip of her clit and her warped sex into that damp cavern.

Backward slide, her clit leaving her mother's pussy, no more stimulation, her face buried between her mother's ass cheeks once more. Her face smothered in carefully heated, silicone cheeks to break her, to make her submit as she ate out her mother's charging port.

Close to orgasm, then slipping away as the sparking cord lost connection. A beeping in her head as it tried to reestablish that connection, followed by another surge of pleasure. It was the ultimate, horrible edging technique, keeping her from going over, keeping her right on the brink far longer than should have been possible.

Her mother moaned over her, a squirt happening, a sudden blast of fluid shooting through the air -

BZZZZZZZZZT!

And it landed right on the sparking cord. The whole thing shorted out, and Matilda realized that she could no longer feel her bottom half. Nothing was there anymore, not even the hint that was beyond the nothingness. There was nothing for her processors to connect to, no more stimulation to be had.

"Mmmmmmmph!"

She slumped back against her legs, whimpering in frustration, and her mother slowly stood up. The mega-lopunny chuckled, obviously aware of what her orgasm had done, and shook her head.

"Heh, looks like you aren't cumming anytime soon."

"Nnngh...not...not fair...mistress."

"Well, you'll just have to earn that new lower body. Hope you like the idea of being a hybrid."

"Mmmph..."

"Or should I just go about making you into a little pillar of pleasure, hmm?"

"...Hybrid it is."

"Good girl."

Matilda groaned under her breath. As good as it felt being called that, she didn't want her mother to know how much she enjoyed it. The last thing she needed to do was give this super-mistress more tools to work with.

The End