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The Warehouse's Haunts

Part 5

For technophile34

By Draconicon

Lucia hadn't needed much in the way of repairs after the attack. A few rough scratches had been buffed out of her leg and along the rest of her chassis, but that had been all that needed doing. For getting attacked by a fox, that was getting off lightly, and she knew it. She could have gotten something much, much worse.

As she returned to her room, she looked down at the rest of the warehouse. It was still hard to believe that she was living here now, even if it was only for another week or so. It was still up in the air whether the cold snap or the week-long programmed stay in the warehouse would end first, and she was still somewhat hoping that it would be the programming. She could probably barter for some clothing and some covering to keep her battery in good shape while crossing the snow-covered land on the way back to Haven or one of the other settlements, and that would be better than staying here.

After all, the Lucario doll could still feel that program down in her core, the one that was messing with her and keeping her as obedient as she was to Jennie and the other dolls in the harem. There was something to it that bothered her, something that seemed to exceed the scope of the deal that they'd made, and she still didn't know what it was.

She sat on the edge of her bed, her silicone butt expanding slightly from the warmth and then crushing down again from her weight on it. It didn't expand outwards the way that some of the dolls would have done - her ass hadn't been built for that style of curve - but it still had some. A little cushion. Not much, but a little. She crossed her natural leg over the replacement one, feeling the rough metal and wires pressing against the bottom of the natural leg.

Ugh...I want my leg back...

She shook her head. No use thinking of that at the moment. She had other things to worry about.

Like that program. She tried to call it up, but it was buried in the root commands of her core. She'd have to reboot herself in safe mode, and she honestly didn't trust herself to be in that sort of state around the other dolls. Who knew what they'd do when they were around her like that? Who knew what kind of things would happen?

What sort of deviant, naughty things that they could make her do...

Lucia groaned quietly. This was not helpful. She was not going to become their slut, even if there was something in the programming that made her want it a little bit. That was something that she could untangle, eventually. She just had to find the time.

Well, that, and hope that everyone was telling the truth. Mitch had been decent enough, if overly professional, and Panty clearly had a lot of goodness to her. Luci...creeped her out a little bit, but he wasn't that bad, and even Amy-Mon was great once one got to know her a little bit.

The only ones that really bothered her were Jennie and Rosalyn. Jennie, obviously, because of the fact that the Gengar doll had been the one to start the harem and force everyone into some kind of obedience or other, and Rosalyn...

Well, what were you supposed to do with a rapist? Like them? The idea that the Barbie Lucario was here, unrestrained save by whatever programmed rules that Jennie had managed to shove into her head - and clearly not entirely restrained, considering that there were loopholes in there that had gotten several dolls completely obliterated - was horrifying. She should have been utterly terrified for her safety, particularly since Rosalyn had apparently decided to target her directly and keep focusing on her.

Yet, here she was, still in one piece, entirely because Rosalyn had taken on the fox and protected her in the cold. Why? Why had the rapist that had tried to kill her before come after her and saved her? Just because she was part of the harem, or -

Clink, clink.

Lucia pulled herself out of her self-examination mode, leaning forward and feeling her oversized breasts hanging down from their own artificial weight. She nearly fell off the bed before she could brace herself, and in that moment of confusion, the chance to see who was coming before they arrived was lost. She wobbled, caught herself, and sat up to see -

A can flew right at her head, and she barely caught it before it could catch her right in the skull. She yelped, turning it around and looking where it had come from.

It was Rosalyn.

"You're gonna want that."

"Uh...uh...why?" she managed to ask.

"Because you owe me."

"D-do I?"

"For saving your life? Yes."

"Yeah, I...I guess."

She looked down at the can again. It was one of the few energy drinks that had been made specifically for dolls, the sort that was meant to restore the battery after they had been drained. It wasn't as good as the stuff that they got off of main lines, but it was better than nothing, for sure.

More to the point, it was warm. Warm meant that it wouldn't have that drain-and-restore feeling that some of the preserved stuff did, but that was still just a little disconcerting. She looked up from the can.

"Why?"

"You're gonna need it. I go rough."

"You're serious."

"Yeah."

"You want me to literally kiss your ass for saving me."

"And a whole lot more, bimbo."

"..."

"Drink it."

There was little reason to take this any less than seriously. Rosalyn had been and likely still was a rapist. If she didn't go through with this, then she would be made to go through with this. Considering the cold had stolen a third of her battery power and rough play tended to mean that she got used even harder, even more at risk of losing power, she would need everything that she could get. She sighed, opening the can and chugging it.

It had the familiar feeling of a tingle running down her throat, coating the interior with a half-gel, half-liquid, which was slowly absorbed into her. That would condition everything to accept and transfer charges that much faster, and as it went down to her core, it was diverted right to the battery. She could feel it akin to something like a pleasant inflation, filling her up and making her feel like there was more there than there should be. Not in a bad way, either, but in a rather pleasant, tickling sort of way.

As it filled her, the battery reading in her processor started ticking up. Sixty-three percent, then seventy, then seventy-five, and it continued to rise from there. She doubted that it would hit a full hundred - the can wasn't that good - but it would stand her in good stead for the moment.

The round-hipped, big-bottomed Lucario Barbie walked over to her, standing and looming over her. Rosalyn cocked her head to the side, looking her over, and smirked.

"You have much experience sucking ass?"

"Jennie made me."

"Yeah, that doesn't count. You do it much on your own?"

"...A bit."

"Good."

With a stiff-armed shove, Rosalyn shoved her back. Lucia bounced on the bed once, but before she could do it again, the other doll had leaped after her, straddled her, and that big, fat ass was right in her face. She stared up at the silicone cheeks, feeling them pressing to either side of her muzzle, and she could smell the thick streams of arousal fluids further up, pinned in place by the Barbie plate that covered Rosalyn's pussy.

"You're gonna start with eating my ass. If you do it really, really well, I'll give you something to go with it."

That would probably be either fingering or something like that, she imagined. Being on the bottom meant that getting eaten out as well would be difficult. Still, she did what she was told. Something in her told her that would be a good idea, considering just who was on top of her, and how quickly this could go off the rails if Rosalyn got disappointed or angry.

She stuck out her tongue, the tastes registering as almost nothing. There was nothing bad back there, not even the slight exertion fluids or other things that might come out from other Barbies. There was no 'musk' that she had gotten from Jennie, or anything like that. It was just the taste of synth-flesh, the feeling of a puckering hole, and the tight-smooth feeling of the silicone cheeks on either side of her face squeezing down on her muzzle. That, and that alone, was all that she felt.

She dragged her tongue along the dancing pucker, feeling it squeezing down on her tongue almost immediately. The feeling wasn't bad, but it was rather intense, something that she hadn't expected to hit her that hard. Rosalyn, even more than Jennie, felt like she was trying to capture her tongue. The Lucario doll hissed under her breath, curling her toes ever so slightly as she worked her tongue carefully around that rim.

"Heh, what's the matter, bitch? You don't like it?"

"Mmmph."

"Who cares? Just get that tongue in me."

Just like that, Rosalyn had shifted position, and all the weight of the other doll pressed down right on her face. She would have groaned again, but her muzzle was rather pinned, squeezed surprisingly expertly by the doll over her. She could feel the way that the silicone was pressed in, knew that it was done to hold her face in place.

"Lick."

The command came, and she knew that following it was definitely in her best interests. Her processor went over her odds for survival here, depending on her different actions, and it was clear that going along with this was the only clear way to get out of this with minimal loss of parts.

So, she stuck out her tongue, digging it past that pucker. Rosalyn pushed down a little bit more firmly, no longer so punishingly, but rather with some rather firm want. The other Lucario was wiggling her ass back and forth ever so slightly, grinding her pucker down on Lucia's tongue, making it clear that it was wanted.

As her tongue wiggled past the rim, she could feel a few little shocks, a little bit of charge in the air chamber inside. It was like a bit of static, like something potentially ready to shock someone, but not quite in the process of doing it yet. She wiggled her tongue around, seeking for the little receptors, looking for -

There. There. And there. She licked and thrust her tongue along, and it didn't take long before Rosalyn started grunting in both simulated need and frustrated pleasure. The other doll grabbed her by the head, lodging her deeper between the cheeks, forcing her to stay pinned between them. It wasn't comfortable, nor was it something that Lucia would have enjoyed normally, but -

"Mmmph...mmph..."

That program. That strange little program. Was it mutating again, or just showing her one more thing that would make her enjoy this? She didn't know, but it was starting to worry her. She could feel her parts responding, her ass cheeks clenching and the hole between starting to feel empty. The urge to obey, the urge to do what she was told, was steadily climbing. The independence percentile was going down, while the submission and obedience ones were going up.

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

"Yeah, shove it in. Shove it in like the bitch you are. I bet you were always on the bottom with that girlfriend of yours."

If it had been possible for her to blush, she might have, there. They'd been...almost in that sort of relationship. She had been the one to take it, the one to lick when Annie never had. The idea of -

"Yeah, shove it up there. You're not going to get it in a pussy anytime soon, so you might as well learn to love ass."

Humiliation heaped onto submission, and she grunted under her breath as she was forced to keep thrusting her tongue up there, dragging it past that tight rim and into the waiting hole inside. Thrust, lick, thrust, lick, making it damp and slick. Rosalyn rode her face, thrusting her hips forward, then back, uncovering her face, then smothering it between silicone cheeks again. The slight click-clatter of certain joints could just barely be heard over that.

Forward, back, forward, back, always getting a little bit closer to her own climax, always pushing for more. Lucia didn't have a chance to move, and when she tried to move her arms to slow Rosalyn down, she was surprised to find that they refused to move. For that matter, her entire body was in a similar state, refusing to do anything that it wasn't directed to do.

What...what...

Lick, lap, suck on that pucker, sealing her lips against it and pulling down on it. Rosalyn groaned over her, rubbing the top of her head.

"Yeah, that's what you are. A good little bitch."

"Nnngh..."

"You know what you are, stop pretending."

"Nnngh...mmmph..."

"Just keep it up...almost...there..."

Almost there? Rosalyn was getting that close to getting off already? That was surprising, but uplifting. Maybe this wouldn't last so long, after all. Maybe -

"Mmmph!"

The other doll stiffened, her legs spreading further, and she imagined that there would have been some air-humping if there had been anything there to hump against the air. As it was, Rosalyn sat so firmly that Lucia worried that the end of her chassis - right on the nose - would crack. As it stood, there was no worries, but it was something that she had never had to worry about before. Feeling Rosalyn sitting on her like that, however, had been rather intense, to say the least.

As the other Lucario slowly slid up, Lucia panted. She shook her head slowly, her cheeks brushing the other doll's thighs.

"Is that all?" she asked.

"Heh, oh, fuck no."

"...Oh."

"Heh, don't worry. You did good. And I'm going to 'reward' that."

Rosalyn surprised her by leaning forward, forward, and further forward to reach down to her crotch. For a moment, she expected a finger to jab right into her asshole, and she braced herself, trying to adjust the tightness levels down there with a quick mental re-program, but it wasn't going to be quick -

"Ah!"

Only for her to gasp as she felt a tongue, instead. She didn't know how Rosalyn could stretch that far, but apparently, she could. Even with that big, fat ass right in Lucia's face, the other doll could reach far enough to give her a lick across the asshole.

"Hey. Don't you fucking stop."

Looking up at that swaying fat ass, she wondered if she could argue about it. Some part of her wanted to, wanted to shout at the other doll, to say that she had done her part already.

That part, however, was utterly submerged beneath the growing obedience program. It recognized dominance over her, ratcheted up her submissive programs and subroutines, and before she knew it, her face was planted between the cheeks again, dragging across that pucker and thrusting into it even as more lewd licks were planted on her own asshole.

The feeling was...new, different. She had gotten some anal attention before, but that had always been a little more gentle, a little more teasing. This was something else. This was an oral attack on her ass, that tongue forcing its way past her rim again and again, forcing it to open up, forcing her to gasp in sudden pleasure that she didn't always want.

"Ah...ah..."

Her moans were muffled against that thick ass on her face, but her pucker was constantly clenching, showing off just how horny she was. Lick, suck, lick, suck. Then a thrust, and she shivered, feeling like some part or other had been on the verge of shorting out. Her replacement leg was complaining constantly, almost shutting down with the licking down there. Maybe there was a wire too close to the surface, something that was -

ZZZZZT!

Yep, definitely too close. One went out, hit by whatever oral fluids were coming from the other doll, and her toes seized up on that leg, leaving them curled and unable to release. She groaned, humiliated at the lack of control.

"Heh, looks like you need something a little...drier. I got that."

Rosalyn slid off of her, and she had a moment of relief to not have her head buried in an ass. However, that was only a moment before she saw what Rosalyn actually had.

The other Lucario pulled something up from the floor, and she saw that the other doll had brought a strap-on with her, and a big one, at that. It was big enough that Lucia was pretty sure it would have broken Annie, and Annie had a pussy, and a bigger one than she would have had. It looked about four fingers wide and long enough to stick past two hands.

"What...where..."

"You're getting it tonight."

"But...but..."

"And no, you don't have a choice."

Rosalyn grabbed her by the throat, pulling her to the edge of the bed. It was a good thing that she didn't have to breathe, because when that thing pressed against her lips, she knew that she wouldn't be breathing for a while once it got past her mouth. She groaned as it ground against her face, as she was pinned on her back with her head over the side of the bed.

This is gonna be a face-fuck.

There was no question about that. This was going to be a hard, rough face-fuck, and Rosalyn started it as roughly as she probably intended to continue.

She was a slight rip in her synth-flesh along the side of her cheek with the first thrust, and she knew that the dildo was too big for it to properly fit in her mouth and muzzle. Another repair that would have to be made at the end of this, another little fix that would need to be done to keep her from getting ugly. She trembled at the thought, knowing that the roughness should have been scaring her, but instead, it was finding a way to turn her on. Something in the programming, something in the submission making her enjoy this.

Dammit, what did you put in me, Mistress?

That was the question and the phrasing, and she knew that was part of Jennie's work, as well. There was no getting away from it. She was affecting her from all sides.

As she was face-fucked, she huffed as her programs demanded her to do, simulating a real woman on her back. She puffed through her nose, sucked along the rod, gagged from time to time as her throat clenched down. The half-gel from the energy drink lingered, working as a sort of flavored lube in the back of her throat, easing the shaft in and out of her neck. She felt like her throat was swelling and closing again like the breasts of some whore doll getting expanded, and the thought was...

Well, it wasn't _un_pleasant, at least.

In, out, in, out, her oral fluids covering the shaft every time that it went all the way back in her throat. The programming in her was acting out of self-defense and self-preservation, ensuring that the attacker would be able to use her properly without her having to devote as much lubrication to her other holes. Considering that she only had the one other hole, she knew that it was going to be slippery and slimy and messy, but it would still hurt if it didn't come with some extra spit to get in the first time.

In, out, in, out, fucking her, opening her, rutting her, turning her into the bitch that Rosalyn saw her as. The Lucario's hand rested on her throat, cutting off what little air was coming down. It was only the fact that she was a doll that she hadn't passed out, that her core hadn't gone into a reset. She stared straight down, looking at the plate between Rosalyn's legs, at the mark of the Barbie.

Even she...even she's higher up the chain than me.

There was something about that thought that stirred a new sense of lust in her, a reminder that she was so far down the chain that even a Barbie looked down on her like a slut. It shouldn't have equated to arousal, but it did.

Some time later, Rosalyn finally pulled out. The rod was covered with fake spit, leaving it shiny and wet. Lucia was barely conscious at that point, her eyes half-hazed, filled with bits of binary before she was turned around, rolled over so that her ass was hanging off the side of the bed. She grunted in confusion.

"Look at that. Almost no ass to speak of."

Smack!

A quick hit, a reminder that she had less silicone back there than the rapist doll. She groaned, barely able to spit up a bit, not quite able to speak with the sub-space that the program in her was creating.

"Yeah, that's it. Wink for me. Wink that ass."

Wink? It took her a moment to realize that her pucker was moving on its own, little autonomous routines making her asshole wink and clench, clench and wink back at the other Lucario. It was happening without her knowledge and - almost - without her consent. Only the raw need to obey made this okay. It was the only thing that made her able to take it without completely collapsing on herself.

The other Lucario lined up the strap-on, pressing it against her pucker. She could feel the sheer size of it, and she knew that it would be made to fit. It would fit better down there than it did in her face, for sure, since her asshole was made for larger things to go up there. This, though...this was going to -

POP!

The sudden thrust was so abrupt that she half-expected to hear a rip from just how far it went, and how fast. She did the equivalent of a wheeze, a low, electronica hum coming from her lips as she was almost knocked offline and had to do a waking reboot.

By the time that she had recovered, half of that thing was inside of her, and the oral fluids that coated it were finding other loose wires inside of her. Little dots of fluid were spreading over them, sending micro-shorts through her system, making her twitch and spasm all across her body from the rough penetration.

"Nnngh...mmph..."

"Heh, knew you'd like it."

Like wasn't the right word, but neither was dislike. She didn't hate what was happening to her, and that scared her, but she didn't like it, either, and that was better.

She still laid there, unable to quite process just how full her ass was, and she stared straight ahead as the rapist Lucario leaned over her. Hands reached under her chest, grabbing at her breasts, pinching at her nipples. Everything was coming in at a delay, all stimulation getting put into a queue and coming in a half-second to a full second later than it should. The grip, the pinching didn't even process for the first few seconds, and she only started moaning when it finally cleared the queue of confusion.

"...Ah...ah..."

"Dumb little bimbo," Rosalyn muttered.

Dumb, dumb, dumb...

It was hard not to take that word and store it. In fact, it was downright impossible. The word kept echoing around in her head, forcing her to hear it again and again, and she slipped ever further down that slope towards nothing. Each thrust, each grope, added to the stimulation queue that her processor had to handle, and the queue was just getting longer with how hard Rosalyn was using her.

It was how she must have worked in Haven, hitting her victims with so much that they weren't able to actually function, overloading the processor with so much stimulation that attempts to escape, or fight, or do anything else couldn't get into the queue and were just RAMed out.

Her mouth was open, moans trying and failing to escape. She stared straight ahead as her smaller ass was beaten into submission, the silicone flattening out more and more with each rough thrust, taking her towards the road of no return.

Was there pleasure? Some sort of it, yes, something that was different and wrong compared to what she was used to. She could feel every blast of pain through her wiring and receptors, every little burst of pain to pleasure that followed. A part of her wanted to get wet, to make it slippery back there, but another part liked the pain, wanting to keep it dry so that she could feel every single thrust that hit her.

Even if it was disjointed, even if the thrusts and the pleasure and the pain and the tight gropes to her chest wracked her with overwhelming stimulation, she...she liked it. She was losing herself to it, and she no longer entirely cared.

A whine escaped her voicebox, filling the small room with more electrical noise, but it got her no mercy. Rosalyn just sped up, ramming her into the bed, rutting her and using her like she was nothing more than a small toy. A little thing. A possession that could be used however one wanted.

In some ways, she liked that.

The next morning, she woke up in the infirmary. She didn't know how long she had been there, and she didn't want to go through her own memory banks to find out when she had been carried out. She didn't know if it was Rosalyn that had taken her away or Mitch or someone else, and this once, she was fine with leaving that as more of a mystery. She preferred not knowing whether Rosalyn was a monster or whether she was a decent person. For now, she could wonder, and that made the other Lucario less terrifying.

As she flicked her eyes around, she heard the heavier click, click, click sounds of Amy-Mon moving around. Lucia cleared her throat, an instinct rather than a need, and just like that, the Cyberdramon doll was leaning over her.

"You're awake," she said.

"Yeah. What time is it?"

"About nine in the morning. Jennie will want you later."

"...Right. How long have I been here?"

"About four hours. You were brought in here earlier."

"Not by you?"

"No. I should get my mother; will you be alright for a moment or three?"

"Yeah...yeah, I think so."

Amy-Mon nodded, leaving her be for the moment, and she stared up at the ceiling. She could feel that there'd been some repairs while she'd been unconscious. Something in the face, pulling the synth-flesh together again and ensuring that it wouldn't come apart. That was good, and something that she was more than slightly grateful for, all things considered. She knew how easily that could scar, and she hoped that they had done a good job with putting it back together. There was also -

How did I miss that?

Her replacement leg had been removed, which meant that she was lying on the table without one of her limbs. She grumbled under her breath, rubbing her forehead. She really hoped that her old limb was fixed by now.

As promised, she wasn't alone for long. Amy-Mon returned with Mitch at her side, and the jiggly-chested Mewtwo walked in. Her breasts were leaking slightly, probably the result of the conversion process of the fruit to energy drinks, and she was followed by Luci. The Impmon doll grinned at her, swaying his hips, but he didn't go further than that, moving to stand by her side as Mitch stood at her head.

"Good to see you awake. I imagine that you're wondering where your leg is."

"That's...about right, actually."

"Well, the leg itself is repaired, and we're going to reattach it today. That should help cut down on the various difficulties that you're having with the battery drain, and it should prevent any further liquid-based shorts from...penetration," Mitch said, shaking her head. "I did not expect Rosalyn to be quite so rough on you, but she has always been quite good at finding the loopholes in commands."

"I noticed...So...I really get my leg back today?" Lucia asked, cocking her head to the side hopefully.

"Yes, you do. Just relax, and it should be done shortly."

Mitch stepped out of sight, Luci stepped in, leaning over the table. Lucia wasn't sure if she could quite feel the warmth of his cock against her side or if she was just imagining it, but she decided that she was imagining it until further evidence came to light. The Impmon looked down at her and shook his head.

"You know, I don't think you're my type," he said.

"Huh?"

"You like it rough. Way rougher than I like to go. I think it'll be better if you and I just stay friends."

"...I...you...what?" she asked, blinking.

"I saw what happened when Rosalyn brought you in, darling," the male doll said, turning to lean against the table from the side. "You were wrecked. There's no way that I can compete with that, so I'm not even going to try."

"But...but..."

"Tut tut. No begging me. It's most unbecoming of such a lovely lady."

"He also doesn't want to lose in a competition, and he's afraid that he would," Mitch said from just out of sight.

"That's not true at all, Mom! I just...feel like it's better to let someone like what they like, that's all."

If it wasn't for the fact that she was getting exactly what she wanted from this, she would have argued with Luci, but as it was, she didn't want to start that. If it meant that the male doll didn't actually flirt with her very much, she'd be happy to let him believe that she liked it so rough and that he couldn't compete with that. Well, not quite 'happily', but she was willing to let him go there, if only to keep him from groping or chasing after her for the moment.

Still, the fact that she had been so hard-used, and the fact that she had enjoyed it, somehow...there was something off about the programming. She looked off to the side, barely making out Mitch's tail in the corner of her vision.

"Mitch?"

"Hmm?"

"Could you look at the program that Mistress Jennie put in me? I think it's doing something that it's not supposed to."

"I can take a reading of it, but I won't be able to tell you the results until later. Is that alright?"

"That's fine. So long as I know."

"Alright. We'll do that after attaching your leg. Now, hold still..."

The End

Summary: Lucia gets used, hard, by Rosalyn. She doesn't entirely dislike it. And then, she gets a little bit of insight into herself.

Tags: F/F, android, doll, strap-on, dubcon, Lucario, anal, facesitting, face sitting, rimming, humiliation, rough, facefucking, oral, malfunction, short, repairs,