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Written by: Kayden Silvertongue (ChaosSavior)

Commissioned by: Momiji_the_Rabbit

Characters copyright: DIC Entertainment and Bruno Bianchi

Penny Gadget's Downfall

Penny's communicator wasn't responding. Nor was Brain's. That alone was enough to set Gadget's teeth on edge. But what made him realize something was wrong was that Penny's book had been left on the dining room table.

She would never go anywhere without that book, and her uncle knew it.

That was what led him to rush through this MAD facility, the last place that Penny had been researching on the supercomputer. Luckily, it seemed her tracker was still working. She was in the next room, all he had to do was open the door...

As it slid open with a slight hydraulic hiss, the light hit the MAD emblem on the wall. But it was still so dark inside. Suddenly, two pinpoints of red blazed out of the shadows and the lights drew up slowly. Yellow tinted metal, molded into a parody of a girl's hairstyle crowned the gray body. The shape familiar, even as thick white cum oozed out of it's pussy and ass.

Oh God....Penny....

The voice was hers, though more mechanical and distorted, Gadget's heart breaking as he heard it. "Uncle Gadget!" The robotic girl purred as another shadow loomed from behind him.

Dr. Claw had finally come face to face with his nemesis, but Gadget didn't bother looking at his face. His eyes were glued to what was left of his niece as she curled around the black clad leg. A thick, massive cock hard and dripping next to her mouth.

She suckled the tip for a second before she spoke again, more lewdly. "Meet my Daddy..."

And then Gadget fell to his knees, defeated. His soul shattered. How had this happened...?

-How It Happened-

Penny was sick of being in her uncle's shadow. It had been years, ever since she was a little girl, that she did all the work and he took the credit. No more. This time, she would do it herself, and she would make sure they knew it. This time, she would make them respect her, and admit that she was the one who had kept Claw and MAD on the ropes all these years.

Her book was a familiar weight on her lap as she plugged it into the police computer Gadget had installed in his office. Of course he thought Penny would never be able to access it, even if she could somehow pick the lock to the room. He was still blissfully ignorant about how smart his niece really was.

A few minutes of searching through files, breaking through encryption on some files, and brute forcing passwords on others, and she had found what she was looking for. The main file on MAD and Dr. Claw. Every case against them, every piece of evidence collected, all of it right here at her fingertips now. She quickly began transferring everything to her book, careful to make sure she didn't leave any footprints to show she was here. Once she was done, she sat at the table and began to work. Studying anything that might point to where the organization had holed up. Or at least a major point of operations.

There, right in front of her. One address kept popping up, a company owned by one Mr. Catlow Cord. They owned several large warehouses in different districts of the city, and one office building near the docks. That was an odd place for a white collar building, wasn't it? And the name? It wasn't too hard for her to figure out it was a simple anagram. Catlow Cord was obviously Doctor Claw. How had the Metro City police not seen that? Gadget was one thing, but the Chief should have caught the ruse....unless...

There came a knock at the door as she thought, pulling her out of her head. She couldn't be caught with these. She made sure the screen on her book was blank, and that the locks were on. Only she, Brain, and Uncle Gadget could open it up now. She put the book on the table and went to the door, checking through the peephole. It was an officer, his uniform blue and almost glowing. She knew him, it was one of the men her uncle had worked with on a few occasions. Since Gadget was currently on a case, one of the few that Penny hadn't managed to sneak onto, it wasn't unusual for him to send someone to check up on her. After all, she had sent Brain to sneak onto the plane in her place.

She opened the door and invited the man inside, her stomach uneasy after what she had considered. "Hello Penny. Your uncle asked me to stop by and see how you were doing. He's a little worried, thinks you might find some trouble to get into while he's gone." the man explained, looking around the house. Penny breathed a little easier, feeling the knots in her guts ease up. She was being silly; of course her uncle would want to make sure she wasn't skipping school or anything like that. She offered the man some tea, and went to make it when he accepted.

She listened while he was looking around the house, not much paying attention to him as she concentrated on her task. She had just filled the kettle and set it on the stove, reaching for the knob to turn it on when she felt the hand on her mouth. The man pulled her against him, tight and hard. She mentally kicked herself. The Chief should have caught the names and the shell company. Unless.....

There was a mole on the force. "Dr. Claw is tired of you and Gadget getting in his way, little girl. So he's going to make sure neither of you ever get in his way again." Penny tried to fight, but it was useless. The man had both size and weight on her as he continued.

"Terrible timing, that assignment coming in for Gadget to go to Peru. Now there's no one here to help you! I wonder who gave them that hot tip that MAD had an operation down there dealing with missiles. One that only the "great" Inspector Gadget could deal with..." he sneered. It clicked in Penny's head. It had been a ruse. They had lured him away to get to her. It had happened before that MAD had captured her, but this time, Brain wasn't here. She didn't have her book. She couldn't get out of this one.

A pinch in her thigh, then suddenly, things started to slow and blur. Her eyes rolled back as she slumped, blacking out.

Haze. Confused thoughts. Nothing connected. Sound. A roar in her head. Voices, but no words. A beige blur of images, yet nothing she could see. Cotton in her skull as she rose from the lake....

Hours later; she opened her eyes, blinked as the world swam in front of her. She felt cold, sterile air around her. Something smelled industrial. The first thought in her head was 'Ketamine.' Of course they would use something like that. When she finally opened her eyes entirely, she saw a shape swimming across her vision. Uncle....Gadget? She tried to reach out for him, but as he vanished, she found her arms chained to the back of the chair she was in.

Panic started to creep into her brain, but she forced it down. She had been kidnapped before...this wasn't anything new. She could handle it, she was sure. Even with the factors missing, the safety nets...but something was off. MAD had never gone this far to get to her before. The drugs, the false report, the mole, going to her house directly? This was something different, and she didn't have the first clue what it could be.

As these thoughts were sorting through her drug addled brain, she realized a screen was in front of her, the whirring sound of a projector spinning up filling her ears before images began flashing on the screen. Rapidly changing, never lingering on one, she could barely make out any of them, but she realized they were all pornographic in nature. There were words that she couldn't consciously read, but she had the feeling they weren't good. Shutting her eyes, she tried to move her head, look away, but there were clamps holding her face to the screen.

A technician came in, grabbing her and expertly sliding devices into her eyes to force them open, another by her side with drops to make sure that her eyes stayed moist as she was now effectively forced to allow the brainwashing images flow into her brain. Sex, cock, obedience, rape, cum, desire, lust, humiliation, not human......

The words pounded at her subconscious psyche, wearing it down even as she struggled and tried to block it out. She did multiplication in her head. Repeated theorems she had studied in her books, anything to cling onto something concrete. She was so focused on this that she almost didn't notice her clothes being cut off of her body, discarded into a trash can as the original tech began to peel off his own. Her eyes still on the screen, she began to protest before a gag was slipped into her mouth. His fingers began to run over her nipples, pinching and twisting.

It hurt, but not really. Penny wasn't as innocent as she played in public, by no means. But she was still a virgin, and she hadn't planned on changing that anytime soon....and most certainly not like this! Her nipples stiffened as her legs tried to clench, her loins starting to buzz with electricity as the images continued. She could feel herself getting wet, helpless to do anything else as her clit was rubbed and a mouth clamped onto her tit.

"Slut" "Beg" "Cum" "Obey" "Slave" "Fuck" "Drip"...More and more lewd words pummeled into her brain as she began to writhe on the chair, whining and whimpering into the thick rubber ball. Then the program changed, video, longer sentences. Doctored clips of pornography made to star her and Dr. Claw. "Daddy Owns You" "Fuckdoll for Claw" "No More Gadget" "Cumslut Bimbo Robot"

Her sex felt warm as her eyes began to unfocus, her mind slowly blurring as she thought of how good those images would feel. Dr. Claw, slipping into her, holding her down, using her, raping h-....No! She couldn't let herself give in. She would never be that person! She would never betray her uncle. And what was that last one? Robot...?

The thought was cut off brutally as she suddenly felt something enter her pussy. Large, thick, and hot as fire. Her mind snapped back to reality, and she saw the last thing she would ever see before her mind snapped....Dr. Claw, his fat cock buried balls deep into her as he snarled in her face. "Penny....you belong to Daddy now."

PART TWO

It had been days. No....months? Hours? Penny didn't know anymore. She didn't care, either; really. All she knew, all she had ever known it felt like, was cock. In her mouth, her pussy, her ass, stroking them, sucking them, putting them between her tits or asscheeks and letting them rub until the blew on her face or back. The words still echoed in her head as she moaned and felt herself drip. 'SLUT' 'FUCKTOY' 'OBEY' 'WORTHLESS' 'DOLL'.

She had been allowed to keep her name, for now. It was a gift, they said, that she was allowed to keep anything at all. She didn't fight them, or argue, because they knew better than she did after all. Of course they did; she was just a silly set of holes for them to cum in. But no one got to use her as hard or as much as Daddy. Daddy loved his new daughter, his pet.

Today, she was supposed to get a gift. She didn't know what it was, but she was curious why everyone talked about 'the new one' or 'old one'. She could taste the salt on her tongue from the semen still. She needed more, to soothe the burn in her belly and emptiness in her womb. Why weren't they using her? Didn't they want her anymore? Had she been bad...?

Eventually her door opened and she was taken out, led to the lab she had been in when she was first captured. The familiar sight and stink of the room made her heart beat a little faster, because they only took her here when she fought and needed to be punished. She was strapped to the table again and left alone. She expected the screen, the images and sounds, more words and shocks. Surely she had done wrong and they were here to torture her again.

But none of that happened, and that fact made her even more scared than before. Her teachings had said that she should be afraid of disappointing them, that she shouldn't be afraid of anything else. Something in her mind wiggled and bubbled, like a drowning girl beneath the heavy waves of some black ocean. Vague words echoed in the back of her skull....something about a.....trigger?

Then she heard her Daddy Claw say "Wake up!"

Fear, panic, technicolor terror flooded her brain as her old personality snapped back into place with the force of a horse's kick. She wouldn't let herself be programmed, she wouldn't be their toy! They couldn't break her, they would never rape her! Uncle Gadget wa- everything stopped in a cold rush of blood through her veins as she realized she was naked. Her sex and her bottom felt slimy and gaped, and she tasted foul salt on her tongue. Oh god, no....no no no no no! How had it happened, how long has it been, when did she break!?

A table identical to hers was wheeled in front of her, facing away from her as Claw's gauntlet laid on her shoulder. He spoke, and she couldn't help but listen out of morbid curiosity. 'I have a gift for you, Penny. For being such a good slave for me and my minions; you deserve it. A new life, with a new you.' With that, the table was turned around.....and Penny's screams threatened to burst her own eardrums at the sight waiting for her on it.

A robotic body made out of the same material as the nauseating clawed hand on her skin and made into a twisted likeness of herself. She struggled, trying to get away once more as her flesh crawled from disgust. A shock ran through her body as the table was electrified, and something deep inside her recognized it as a disciplinary action, making her whimper as tears started falling down her face. She was going to lose her body..her humanity....and there was nothing she could do to escape.

Claw's voice sounded incredibly satisfied as he saw this, laughing. 'That's right, pet. You understand now. This is going to become you, forever. Your body is young, and fertile, but will soon become useless to us if we continue breeding you as hard and rough as we have. You will grow old, and lose the ability to bear me young. But I have no intentions on letting that happen. So I am giving you the gift of immortality! With this body, your womb will remain ever ready, your sex always tight and desirable. And you will remain by my side when I finally achieve my goals.'

Speech left the young woman as she heard that, shame bringing the phantom feeling of cum still sloshing in her womb into sharp clarity. Had she already been pregnant? Had she birthed children for this monster? And now he wanted more...he wanted her life, and to keep her as some sort of trophy. She wanted to scream. She wanted to vomit, just to feel something other than the gnawing ache in her guts and the dryness of her mouth. Why hadn't anyone come for her, why hadn't they found her yet? Her tracker must be working, she still had her watch on. There's no way anyone hadn't noticed she was missing, was there?

Questions left unanswered as head gear was slipped onto her, her eyes covered by some sort of screen. As it turned on, she could see herself through the robot's "eyes", naked and bound, squirming. Her skin held ugly purple and yellow blotches from the sex and being pinned. She watched, helpless, as Claw stepped up without a word and entered her, beginning to violate her once more. As he did, she could feel something change. A strange detached feeling as suddenly her body began to feel less real.

Was she slipping under again? Was the programming they had forced onto her going to take over, forcing her to forget this as it enjoyed it? She didn't know what was going on, her mind was in chaos. She tried doing something, anything, to move. She wiggled her fingers, but the scene on the visor didn't change. Her hand stayed still, even as she felt Claw's cock deep inside of her. She tried again...and felt movement!

Yes! A victory, small but strong, proving she could fight this. She flexed again, before another cold chill ran down her spine as she saw....the fingers on her real body hadn't moved. But then, that meant....

She moaned in horror as she realized she wasn't just seeing things on the screen now. Her mind was being transferred to the robot. As she realized this, Claw ordered one of his men to take over for him as he switched from the flesh body to the mechanical one. This body wasn't restrained as hard, the cuffs given a bit of slack as she thrashed and fought now. But once again his voice invaded her ears...and sealed her fate. "MERGE."

Penny the Detective. Penny the Cumdump. The two began to realize that the other existed, seeing them for the first time as their minds were suddenly laid bare, the wall removed. They knew everything about one another and what had happened since their capture. It had been days, not weeks or months. It had been brutal, rough, and she should have fought harder. But she didn't want to, she loved it, she ached for it, the pain and the sex.

Intelligence met Lust, Discipline met Brainwashing, Detective became Condom.

Penny the Robot Fuckslave was born. Claw clipped on her leash, and pulled her off the table. He lead her down the hall to a bigger room, with the MAD logo painted on the wall. He unleashed her and walked into the shadows, just as the door opened....