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The Warehouse's Haunts

Part 3

For technophile34

By Draconicon

Lucia's sensors picked up the click-ting sound of something walking on metal. A split-second later, her memory banks brought up the past twenty-four hours of tragedy, reminding her of where she was. Not in Haven, or in the field, but in a warehouse that housed a rapist that also had extreme homicidal tendencies. The additional factoid that she was down one limb, however, didn't quite make it through the upload, and the decision to leap from her bed and run was, thus, uninformed of one fatal flaw in that strategy.

In short, the Lucario doll threw herself out of bed and landed on one less leg than she expected to. The various little re-balancing routines and programs didn't have the mass and time to fix that particular shortcoming, and she went down, hard.

CLANG!

Lucia groaned, her breasts flopped against the floor as she landed on her side. The embarrassment of the fall, combined with the fact that she wasn't actually getting assaulted, raped, or otherwise injured by anything but her own stupidity meant that she was no longer afraid. Well, at least not of anything but someone seeing her. She lifted one arm, pushed on the floor, and rolled herself onto her back to see where the click-ting sounds had been coming from.

Standing just outside the doorway to what amounted to her bedroom were the Cyberdramon doll from before and, held in a tight headlock, Rosalyn, the rapist that she had been worried about. She stared as the Cyberdramon squeezed tighter, her elbow locked into the hollow part right under the chin, right at the spot where a doll's neck-piece was at its weakest and where you could pop someone's head off if you weren't careful.

"I will do it, Rosalyn. We can put your head back on later, but if you don't calm down, I will make sure that you aren't going to cause any more problems for a while."

"Nnnngh...fuck...fuck you, you stupid - Nnngh!"

There was a slight crick, the sound not quite loud enough to be called a crack. She knew what it meant, though; the chassis was starting to snap, and that meant that it would take even less effort to pull Rosalyn's head right off. The Cyberdramon looked up at her, waving with one hand while keeping the arm it was attached to wrapped around the bottom-heavy Lucario doll.

"Sorry about the interruption. Rosalyn and I need to have a...discussion."

"Was she..."

"She can't directly kill you. Not like she did with your friend. But she could have done something quite -"

Thunk! Rosalyn jerked her head back, slamming the back of her head into the Cyberdramon's nose. On a lesser doll, that would have resulted in a stumble, letting go of the Lucario female, and probably a whole lot more chaos. In this case, all that happened was that Rosalyn grunted as the back of her head took a rather hard dent.

"Alright. I think it's time we took a walk, Rosalyn."

"You bitch."

"I wish you would look in a mirror..."

The Cyberdramon shook her head, clawed fingers pulling tight. There was another little warning crick, and she knew that Rosalyn's neck was on the verge of breaking open. The Cyberdramon looked back at her.

"Are you going to be okay?"

"I...I think so? Could I maybe get a crutch?"

"Certainly. Can you get back to bed?"

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

"Good. And welcome to the harem."

"It's just for a week," Lucia said. "I'm not going to stay longer than that."

"Yes. Of course. Now. Come on, you."

"Oh, um..."

"Yes?" the Cyberdramon asked, pausing at the doorframe.

"What's your name?"

"Amy. Amy-Mon, I suppose."

"Why -"

"It's what they call me. Now...let me just deal with this one, and I'll see that you get your crutch."

Amy-Mon muscled the other doll out of the way, and she was left alone again. Shaking her head, Lucia crawled back to the bed, doing her best to ignore the weird feelings that she got from the missing limb joint. She still didn't know how she was going to handle being empty-limbed for long, but she hoped that she'd get the replacement leg before long. It was not easy being without the full complement of limbs.

Admittedly, it wasn't the first time that she'd had to deal with this sort of thing. When she and Annie had been scavenging different places, they'd ended up losing a number of small parts here and there. There'd been a period of a week when she'd been without two of her fingers before she'd gotten them replaced. However, this was the first time that it was something as major as a full limb being gone, and having it removed, even with the wires and drainage tubes pulled out of the way and kept safe, made it hard for her to really be comfortable, or feel safe for that matter.

She settled herself at the foot of the bed, pulling the drainage bucket over. With the tubes that hung out of the side of her leg hole starting to drip again, she had to be careful about how she positioned herself, and the top-heavy Lucario doll didn't want to turn a drip into a flood. She carefully edged the tubes over the side of the bucket, letting the slow flow drip into the other waste fluids down there.

With that done, she collected the wiring, laying it up against her hip, well out of the way of any of the liquids. She attempted to move the leg that wasn't there, and the ends of the wires sparked, giving her a strange sensation. Not quite a ghost feeling, and not quite a bad feeling. Just something...oddly erotic, in its own way.

She recognized a portion of a program starting to run in the back of her processor, something that made her like the feeling of helplessness, of being unable to move, of not having something there. She recognized it as a foreign program and shook her head. It was something from the Gengar, she was sure. Something that was meant to make sure that she didn't leave, that she didn't run off or cause problems somewhere else, something -

No, wait, that would have been the obedience program that kept her from doing that. A temporary thing that would keep her from doing something against what she'd been ordered to do. So, what was this?

Lucia was puzzled, but not enough to go chasing down the answers in her code. It also helped that she was rather distracted by someone else entering her quarters.

She looked up to see another doll, one that was wrapped up in quite a bit more clothing than she usually saw on dolls in indoor settings. Back in Haven, most dolls dressed provocatively at the best of times. Even those that were in 'decent' jobs like the Mayor or those in public service tended to show a lot of synth-skin, despite being dressed in skirts and tops that hid their genitals for the most part. This one, however, looked positively...

Well, the best word that came to mind for Lucia was 'professional'. The Mewtwo doll had a jacket and shirt on that would have been modest on anyone with a smaller bust, but was still somewhat conservative despite the amount of tit-flesh that it was obviously struggling to contain. She wore a pair of pants that looked like they were painstakingly made to look as office-friendly as could be, and there wasn't even the usual stain in the crotch. Two-toed feet were stuffed into plastic high-heels, doll shoes that were uncomfortable at the best of times, but were made all the less comfortable-looking from the material they were made from.

All that came before looking at the doll herself. Little ball-bearing joints could be found on all of them, but the Mewtwo's looked all the more out of place because of how formally and normally she dressed compared to most of the dolls that Lucia had seen before. She could just see the little rounded joint at the end of the leg and before the high-heels, forming a bulge and swell at the top of the high-heel shoe, and she could see another right at the end of the wrist, where it bulged at end of the suit sleeves. It made her look somehow more artificial and less at the same time, and it was...very strange.

The Mewtwo took another step towards her, and the barely-contained breasts jumped in a very different way to the silicone ones that Lucia was used to seeing on all the other dolls. She blinked, staring at them, and the Mewtwo doll paused, her face carefully neutral.

"Is something the matter?"

"Your...breasts..."

"Ah, yes. That. Pay them no mind."

"But they just -"

"Pay them no mind. Now. Is your damage more or less or the same as last night?"

Lucia checked her current status against the logs in her processor, then shook her head.

"About the same, I think?"

"Let me see."

As the Mewtwo doll knelt at her side, she did her best not to keep staring at those bouncier breasts, yet it was rather hard. They were obviously filled with something more than just plain silicone; in this temperature, that sort of stuff would harden, slow the general movement down, yet they sloshed about as if they were more living than the average doll. It was one more strange thing about this one.

"My name is Mitch," the Mewtwo said, running her fingers along Lucia's leg hole. "You and I met when I was servicing Mistress Jennie yesterday."

"You were the..."

"The one with my tongue in her hole, and her advisor, yes."

"Um...You look very different right now."

"I take multiple roles in Mistress Jennie's harem. When I am not directly servicing her, I am ensuring that this little operation runs properly."

"So, you're the one that's really in charge?"

"That would be approximately correct, save for the fact that I must take orders the way that the rest of you do."

"But...you are the one in charge?"

"I did just say that I am also taking orders. I merely make sure that Mistress Jennie doesn't have to think about too much."

So, there was no super-competent person in charge in the shadows. It was just the perverted Gengar, and this Mewtwo did what she could when the Gengar wasn't looking to make sure that it didn't fall apart. Not the worst arrangement that she'd ever seen, but still not what she was hoping for.

As she shuffled at the edge of the bed, Mitch prodded at the exposed wires, then ran her fingers down the drainage tubes. The Mewtwo doll nodded her head.

"It seems that you're at least maintaining proper fluid levels. Your charge is holding?"

"According to my internal stats, yes."

"Good. That was a concern, but at least the cold front hasn't started sapping that yet."

"Cold front?" She sat up a little straighter. "What cold front?"

"You probably haven't noticed yet. There was one rolling in overnight. It hasn't struck at full force just yet, but the warehouse is already ten degrees Celsius cooler, and it will continue to drop for the next seventy-two hours before reaching its peak. After that, it will maintain for a time, then move on."

The cold was not a good thing for her, or for other dolls, for that matter. Not one of them had been made to stand up to extreme cold, and it would start sapping their batteries almost immediately if temperatures dropped enough. One bad storm could wipe out an entire outpost of dolls if they weren't properly insulated and prepared, their bodies sapped of all power during the cold. It was a terrifying way to go.

"Is it...that bad?" she asked.

"We'll see. We've had some bad ones before, and milder ones. This one hasn't revealed which it will be just yet."

That was something. At least it would give her hope that she could leave as soon as the week was up. The idea of being trapped her, of being forced to stay because of a storm, was something that she couldn't bear.

As Mitch worked with the wires, slowly twisting them up so that they weren't at risk of sparking something more dangerous, Lucia became aware of something else moving around in the background. At first, it just sounded like one of the other dolls walking along the catwalks and hallways, but the more that she focused on it, the more she realized that it was something not far off, but nearby, just...

Above her. Above the hall and the room. She slowly looked up at the ceiling, following the sound.

"Is there..." Lucia shook her head. "My audio sensors aren't malfunctioning, are they?"

"No. They're not."

"Then what is that?"

"That's my son."

"You have a son?" She blinked. "How?"

"There are those that we put together and program," Mitch said, gently twisting the wires around each other and slowly tucking them back into Lucia's hips. "Amy-Mon is my daughter in the same way."

"So...he..."

"I put a portion of my base code in him, and in her. They are as related to me as a doll can be."

"So, why is he..."

"Because he is an imp, and he likes to believe that he is sneaky."

"Mother, I'm hurt," a slightly fey yet still masculine voice said, just above her. "Why do you insult me so?"

"Because you are a prankster and a trickster, and you like to make people feel clumsy and silly. Now, if you are going to talk, come down and talk like a normal doll."

"Spoilsport."

Just like that, some of the metal that formed her roof came up. Not like a trapdoor, but rather like someone ripping it out of the way. A purple-skinned doll was seen for a split second before he turned into a blur, falling into the room. Lucia would have jumped if it wasn't for the fact that she was pinned with a hand just over the plate that covered her pussy.

It was a male doll, alright, one that was very happy to show off his maleness. He wore tight shorts that seemed to be pulled on and then glued to him, so tight that they showed off a wider set of hips than most male dolls would have had. He had a bit of a femboy look to him as he stood with his hands on his hips, and -

Lucia couldn't help but stare at the half-stiff member that pointed out from the ripped crotch of his pants. Well, at least that explained how he didn't have a mess there at the moment, though it was still rather embarrassing to look at a naked male doll that way. She looked away from the rising thing, avoiding the fluid-inflation appearance that was always rather awkward, and looked the other doll in the eyes.

Or rather, eye. He had one that worked and the other was burnt-out, leaving the synth-skin burnt and blackened. He still had a smile on his face, though, one that showed a little bit of wiring where the burns had turned to holes.

"So lovely to meet you, my lady," the Impmon doll said, lowering his head to give her hand a kiss. "My name is Luci."

"Technically, he was named Lucifer, but he shortened it almost as soon as he came online," Mitch commented.

"Who wishes to be named after the devil? Not me, for sure. After all, I'm not evil, merely...impish."

"If you want to call it that."

Lucia didn't know what to say. The more that she met of the harem, the more confused she became. She expected people that were completely brain-drained and reprogrammed by the Gengar doll, people that were little more than walking sluts, but instead, she was finding herself meeting...well, just average dolls. People that had their own personality, their own ideas of what they wanted, and surprisingly less sexual than -

"Gah!"

She jumped as Luci grabbed one of her breasts, swatting his hand away before she could think about it. He chuckled, jumping back from her and holding his hands up defensively.

"Calm down, calm down. It's just a little greeting. A little fun."

"Yes, well, don't."

"You're part of a harem, now, you know. It's how we have fun with each other."

"I used to be a male."

That was usually enough to get other dolls to leave her alone. For all that they had a rather perverted society, they were usually more than happy to leave those that had been changed, altered like that be. Luci, on the other hand, looked her over, and then smiled even more broadly.

"Well, you don't look it."

"What - I'm a Barbie."

"And? You have everything else."

"I'm top-heavy."

"I like big-boobed women. My mom put that in my head, too."

"Well, it helps keep your attention," Mitch said, grunting as she pushed on another part of Lucia's hips just hard enough to make her squeak. "And it means that you can be distracted if I need you to stop what you're doing."

"Manipulative mother."

"Sinning son."

Lucia groaned. She felt like she should have been embarrassed, but the most that she could summon was a weak feeling of worry and discontent. She wanted to be utterly flabbergasted, but all she could bring out was a feeling that could best be described as 'not sure if want.'

What is happening to me? she wondered. What did that Gengar put in my head for this?

Shaking her head, Lucia just let herself be thankful that Mitch was keeping Luci's attention away from her. He was a little too flirty for her tastes, and while she was rather sensitive at the moment, she didn't want to be touched by a man. She used to be one, and she'd never had quite the 'equal attraction' that some of the dolls had been programmed to have. She had been attracted to female dolls before, and that was what she was attracted to now.

As for the Barbie thing...

She shifted a bit as Mitch rubbed her clicking fingers against the plate between her legs, trying to ignore the way that it was in the way of a more feminine part. Once she'd lost her dick, she'd gotten that covered up. No parts available for getting herself a pussy, though she'd thought that she'd get one in the future. Once there was enough currency, or favors, or something that she and Annie had earned off of scrounging.

It had never happened, obviously, and she doubted that it would happen here. She wasn't planning on staying, and what doll would go so far as to replace someone's genitals if they weren't going to profit from it?

"Well, that should hold you for now," Mitch said, standing up. "Your replacement limb should be available tomorrow. Then you may walk normally."

"A pity. I think she sways more just the one," Luci said with a chuckle.

"I'm not..."

"Come, come, you know you like all those eyes on you. You might not have Rosalyn's hips, but a Lucario is still a Lucario, and you have some fine assets."

Luci's eyes flicked up to her chest and then down to her smaller hips, and she blushed. She looked down at the floor, trying to ignore that inflating cock, even as Luci wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"Leave her be, son."

"Can I have you, then?"

"In a moment."

"Mmm, good."

The fact that they were so open about their incestuous fun was weird, too, something that she doubted that she'd be able to just get over the way that she had done with some of the other kinks that she'd seen. There was something so odd about seeing a mother doll and one of her progeny together, even if it was sometimes a little hot.

Mixing programming that way...

A little shiver ran down her spine, but before she could say anything about it, another click-ting came down the hallway. The three of them leaned around the door, looking down to see a human doll in a red dress waving at them.

"Fucking finally got it! Amy-Mon didn't tell me where to fucking look, but I finally found the bitch!"

Panty walked into the room with the crutch held high, waving it back and forth. She looked around, her blond hair falling back and hiding her neck joint as she turned to Lucia.

"You said you wanted one?"

"Yes. I just...I wanted to walk around and see things," she said.

"Alright, let me help you up. Not getting up on your own - oh, wow, look at that dent in the fucking floor. Did you do that?"

"...Yes."

"Goddamn-damn-damn-damn-"

"Luci, hit her, please?" Mitch asked.

The Impmon doll grinned, walking up behind the twitching human doll. Lucia blinked at the swearing continuing over and over again, only to gasp as she watched Luci slap Panty right across the ass. The doll jumped, her eyes blinking, a little flicker of light going through them almost like a soft reset.

"Goddamn, that's a dent," Panty said, as if nothing had happened.

"...What was that?" Lucia asked. "You just..."

"Oh, did I get stuck in a loop again?"

Lucia nodded.

"Yeah, sorry about that. It happens from time to fucking time."

"Does it happen...often?"

"Yeah, once a day or so."

That had to be one of the most annoying little quirks that she had ever heard of, but at least it seemed to have a fix. It was probably a loose wire that kept getting jostled around, and that probably led to all the problems. She hoped that it didn't happen while they were walking around, at least. Lucia held out her arms, and Panty helped her upright, giving her the crutch as soon as she was standing.

"Someone got a fucking bucket?"

Mitch passed it up, and Panty took the drain lines from the Mewtwo. At least she'd have someone else holding that; she wasn't sure that she could have hobbled along while draining herself at the same time.

"So, where we going?" Panty asked.

"Just...around. Maybe look out the front door at the end."

"Okay, grand tour it is. Let's go, bitch."

Unlike when Rosalyn said it, there was none of that distaste for her. It just seemed to be some sort of tick in the other doll's head, something that kept sliding out and taking control from time to time. She put it down to that and hoped that she was right. After all, it would be rather hard to deal with two people hating her.

So, there's Rosalyn, the rapist Lucario...Amy-Mon, the Cyberdramon guard...Mitch, the Mewtwo butler...Luci, the mischievous Impmon...and Panty, the swearer...

And Jennie, the mistress of them all. She had to remember that one, too, just in case. She hoped that it would be a while before she was called to be of service, but considering that she was the newest of them, she was pretty sure that she'd be called tomorrow, at the very latest. More than likely, she'd be called even earlier, just so that Jennie could find out if she was good or bad in the harem role.

She knew that she'd be okay at it, but she didn't know how 'okay' ranked against the other girls here. Maybe it'd be enough, maybe not, but if it wasn't, she didn't know what would happen to her.

They wandered through the rough, barely-assembled halls of chunks of metal. It was all slapped together and welded in haphazard ways, and she was sure that they'd often end up getting cut apart by falling sheets of it. Who knew how sturdy the whole thing was, really? And how far up were they, compared to the floor down below? She didn't know, she realized, and that was a little frightening.

As they walked down the hallway, she realized that she could hear voices further on. Lucia cocked her head to the side, recognizing Amy-Mon, which meant that Rosalyn was probably nearby. She tried to take a turn at the next intersection of hallways, but Panty kept pulling her forward.

"Why this way?"

"It's the only way to the elevator down, bitch."

"But...isn't that..."

"Oh, Amy-Mon? She's in the repair bay. Shit, you should know where that is, shouldn't you? Come on."

They sped up, and shortly after, Lucia had a full view of the repair bay. Spare parts from a hundred different types of dolls had been spread out across various blocks of metal, all of the different tables were sized differently and ranged from having no straps to having too many, and it was as messy as one might have imagined a scrapyard might have been. She stared at the sheer chaos, trying to decide whether it looked like a room where a massacre had happened or not.

In one corner, Amy-Mon was busy putting Rosalyn's head back on. The bottom-heavy Lucario was powered down, head detached and off to the side, and the Cyberdramon was gradually repairing herself as well as fixing the neck joint for the Lucario. On the other side of the room -

Lucia's breath caught in her throat. On the other side of the room, Annie was completely disassembled. The processor and power core had been completely shattered, but the rest of the Ampharos doll had been laid out in almost a dissected, autopsy-style breakdown. She could see every part, every wire, everything that had been part of her partner and girlfriend, and she felt both sickened and fascinated at the same time.

That could have been her. If it wasn't for Amy-Mon restraining Rosalyn, then it would have been her. She slumped backwards, Panty catching her before she could fall over.

"Are you okay?"

"I never thought I'd see her...like that."

"Oh, you've never seen someone all taken apart and shit?"

"Not...not like that."

"Oh, right. And she mattered a lot to you, didn't she?"

"Yeah...she...she did."

"Um...sorry. I didn't think about that. But hey, at least you're still fucking alive, right? I mean, she's gone, and that's bad, but you're still here, and that's good. Right?"

"Right...yeah..."

She had survived the attack, ands he was still there. Rosalyn hadn't taken along when things had gone to hell, and that meant that she had a chance to be better. Even if she was part of a harem now, she could be better, do better, eventually get out. Maybe she might be able to - no, she wouldn't be able to put Annie back together, but maybe she could carry the memory of her along for a while.

"Can we keep moving?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure."

Nodding her thanks, she followed along, letting Panty lead the way and trying to ignore the feeling of certain fear reactions causing the drainage wires to drip more.

Stepping out of an elevator that was little more than a tiny metal disk that had been attached to strings and wires, she was led through the warehouse. Inanimate, inactive dolls and parts of dolls were spread everywhere. Towards the back of the warehouse, it wasn't so bad, considering that it had already been plundered and used, but closer to the front, where things had been scattered around, it was almost like climbing through wilderness and ancient, untouched lands. Everything was trying to trip her up, and more than once, Lucia did start falling over. Only the fact that Panty was there to catch her kept her from completely losing her balance.

She found herself rather helpless with only one leg, and the programming that she'd noticed before was encouraging her to enjoy that. Lucia did her best to keep her attention on other things, but it was impossible not to feel a little aroused by her own helplessness, and just as impossible not to think about how she would need to repay it. With Panty often moving a little ahead of her, she kept seeing the other doll's rump through her dress, and she found herself thinking of what she could do with that.

You just lost Annie. Is that so hard to remember?

It was, she realized. It wasn't that she had forgotten her partner, but rather that the memory had been moved to a lower priority in her mind. It was...weird, almost like there were other things that were more important to her now. Service, submission...obedience...

She had that pushed out of her processor for a moment when her sensors registered a sudden drop in temperature. She stiffened up, feeling a few percentage points tick off of her power registry before she closed off certain wires. Lucia looked up, and realized that they were at the front door of the warehouse already.

Mitch had said that the temperature had already dropped by ten degrees Celsius. Either the Mewtwo doll had been lying, or the outside temperature had been quite a bit colder than she'd thought, because she could see snow falling out there. Snow was not a good thing for her or other dolls, and she shook her head.

"Pretty, but fucking deadly, right?" Panty said, a smile on her face that completely belied the swearing.

"Yeah...deadly..."

"Don't worry. We keep each other safe in here."

"I...I know."

But if it was already this cold, and it was going to get worse, that meant that she might be stuck here even longer than she thought. It always took longer to warm up again than one might think, and she wasn't sure if she would be able to leave in a week like she had planned.

As soon as she thought that, she felt that programming starting a different routine, a different sort of feeling. It made her...happy. Happy to spend more time here, happy to have a reason to stick around. Lucia shook her head, doing what she could to quarantine that emotion. She didn't want to feel happy about being stuck here, nor did she want to feel like she enjoyed being part of a harem.

At the same time, there was only so much she could do, and she sighed as she leaned against Panty, staring out through the propped-open front door. This was going to be a long, long week.

The End

Summary: Lucia wakes up and gets a more in-depth greeting from the various dolls of the warehouse, learning a bit more about them and realizing that there's something off with her own programming.

Tags: M/F, doll, android, robot, processor, programming, Mewtwo, Impmon, Lucario, Cyberdramon, humanoid, amputee, series, sci-fi, wet, groping, flirting, nudity,