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This story was written as Day 13 (uploaded early as I'm going to be away this weekend) of Kinktober 2019 for Technophile. Today's theme was Bondage, and the story contains bondage heavy F/F sex between consenting adults. :3

[center][b][u]Making Bea Feel[/u][/b][/center]

Bea was awake, but her eyes remained shut and her body perfectly still, hoping that maybe if she lay there long enough she might just be able to get through the day without ever having to actually engage with the world. After five minutes or so though, the dock to which the AI-driven doll was connected withdrew from her charging ports, and the human-shaped android was forced to let slip a gasp as synthetically generated sensation coursed through her smooth, toned, plastic-coated body, ruining any illusion that she was just some mindless inanimate object.

And yet, despite feeling herself being drawn back to the waking world, Bea shuddered as with her wakefulness came that horrifying, ever present awareness of what she was. Most dolls, those imbued with sapient artificial intelligence and thus able to have such thoughts at all, felt like they were [i]real[/i]. They understood that they were dolls and that there were many others of the same model out there in the world, but somehow they still possessed a belief in their own individuality and an understanding that their lives were self-determined. From the day she was first created though, this particular Bea doll had only ever felt like a shadow. Worse yet, not even a shadow of a real self, but a shadow of a character from a video game. The fictionalisation of an already fictitious character, so removed from reality that surely she had no reason, nor value to exist at all.

She was a robot. A toy. A device that like almost all the other dolls in existence had malfunctioned in the wake of their creators' self-borne destruction, and should have wasted no time in choosing to quietly and calmly fade away as her batteries wore down.

And yet...

"Mmh... morning, Bee-bee..."

Bea's eyes opened, and for just a moment she was greeted by the beaming face of Gatomon, not just another doll, but the doll who had saved her life. The doll who had found her one day amidst a heap of garbage onto which she had gladly thrown herself, and had not simply given her a reason to live, but had [b]forced[/b] her to acknowledge that there were reasons, good and wonderful and incredible reasons, for her to continue existing, and [i]feeling[/i] upon this sometimes cruel, often ridiculous and nonsensical plane of reality.

"How are you feeling today?"

The digimon doll purred, only for her plastic but surprisingly mobile face to contort in a pouty frown as Bea just closed her eyes again, and her chest rose in the unnecessary but instinctual mimic of a weary, frustrated sigh. Far from being annoyed though, a moment after her initial frown Bea heard Gatomon giggle, and another moment after that she was crying out in embarrassment as Gatomon grabbed her by one bare foot, the light brown paint of her skin-tone scratched and imperfect thanks to the many miles her tiny form had walked over the years, and began to drag her not just out of her charging dock, but across the wooden surface of the desk upon which the two of them had made their home, tucked away in one corner of an old, dilapidated human cabin deep in a patch of pine woodland.

Huffing and complaining while making no tangible effort to stop herself being dragged across the floor by the stronger, three inch taller android, Bea soon found herself being strung up in a rather familiar position. Old electrical wires long since removed from whatever devices they had been used to power hung down from a scrap-metal rig, and it was with those wires that Bea's wrists were bound. One by one her legs were spread until her ankles were resting against the metal frame's sides, and they too were tied, rendering Bea spread-eagled and utterly helpless. She tried her hardest not to react, because after all what sense was there in protesting such treatment when she was just an inanimate object having been given a faded mockery of life, but it was difficult to maintain that illusion when Gatomon stepped close up to her and purred loudly, tenderly into Bea's left ear as one of her large, well articulated paws caressed down the smooth and only slightly scratched plastic of Bea's torso, coming to rest at the junction of her legs.

"Seems like you need a reminder of why life is worth living, whatever form it's granted in."

The digimon murmured, and slipped her middle digit between the lips of Bea's synthetic but highly realistic, intricately designed and sensor-laden pussy. Shaking her head, the pokemon trainer doll strained and tugged helplessly at her restraints as she whimpered a frustrated denial of what Gatomon was trying to delude her into believing.

"Stop it. D-don't... please, don't bother. I'm not worth it. I'm just a [b]thing[/b]."

Gatomon gave a growl, but one of passion rather than anger or despair at Bea's attitude, and started to work her finger in and out of the human shaped android while bringing her thumb to bear upon Bea's clit. Bea wailed as pleasure surged through her, but shook her head and tried to ignore it, to recognise it for what it was, electrical impulses filling out the programming of a computer by registering ones and zeroes, nothing more. It was hard though. Hard to ignore how good those sensations felt, or [i]seemed[/i] to feel, and even harder to ignore not just the passion, but the sincerity of Gatomon's words as she addressed her lover once again.

"Remember the time some MLP doll raiders burst in and tried to cannibalise me for parts? The way you fought them off. Tore limbs and heads away from sparking bodies all to protect me, then dragged me to the ground and made love to me, your face buried between my legs for [i]hours[/i]? Do you wish you'd just left me to be taken away? Because... if we're both just robots acting according to our programming, carrying out the very basic functions of our existence as we were told to do long before the people who made us went away, surely the sensible thing to do would have been to leave me be, or... hell, volunteer to let them tear you apart first, just so your existence could be over a few moments sooner."

Bea thrashed harder in her restraints as Gatomon spoke to her and pleasured her more urgently at the same time, wailing in bliss but also desperation as she shook her head.

"N-no... I... I couldn't let them... [i]ohhgodyess...[/i] couldn't let them hurt you."

Gatomon tilted her head to one side, eyes sparkling with delight.

"Hurt me, Bea? But... we're just machines, right? Our feelings are just programming, nothing more."

Bea wailed as Gatomon added another finger to her already intense pleasure-giving, her toes twitching and curling, scraping against the wooden desk below and straining helplessly against the solid, rubber clad copper wires binding her in place.

"You don't believe t-that, Gato! You... ohh god, y-you think you're real. I didn't want you to be scared. Didn't want you to believe that you were in pain, even if I know it's not real!"

Still the digimon pressed on with that same argument, and still she continued to pleasure the immobile pokemon trainer, revelling in the fact she'd learned a long time ago when first confronting Bea about these issues; the simple truth that the way to make Bea talk about this was to make it impossible for her to avoid or outright leave the discussion.

"Why does it matter though, Bee-bee? Why do you care if I've bought into the delusion or not? Surely if what you say is right, you know that you're not truly capable of caring about anything, so my supposed feelings should be irrelevant."

Bea huffed and whimpered, crying out in pleasure that she knew was an illusion but which still felt so, so good as she listened to Gatomon talk while fighting against her bonds, desperate to be able to shake her head and walk away from this, to simply not have to listen to arguments that made it so, so hard for her to accept the truth. To escape the platitudes of those trying to make her feel better, and just be allowed to let go... rather than being coaxed into [i]wanting[/i] to be a part of this world. The more Gatomon touched her though, and more importantly the more Gatomon spoke to her while she couldn't escape or avoid it, the harder it was to resist. To keep from feeling. To keep from wanting. To keep from connecting with this world, and the person within it who meant so, so much to her that for her, she almost [b]wanted[/b] to be real.

"B-because... aahhgoddammit... f-fuck, yes... because... I love you!!"

The pokemon wailed in anguished lust.

"Oh god. O-ohh god, Gatomon... I fucking [b]love[/b] you, okay?! And, I... I don't care if that feeling is fake, I won't let it go! I won't stop loving you, n-nhhh... not for [i]anything[/i]!"

Gatomon's fingers froze, and an echoing shriek of haggard, frantic lust erupted from the pokemon trainer doll as her pussy clamped and spasmed around those suddenly motionless digits, juices dripping out around them thanks to her fluid synthesis unit's obvious activation but the orgasm to which she had been getting so very close denied to her by Gatomon's sudden halt.

"Gato! Please, Gato... d-don't stop! Not now! I... I'm so fucking close!"

Bea screamed in manic madness, trying to rock her hips and grind her body against Gatomon's fingers, only to cry out even louder and with greater agony still when upon seeing and feeling her doing that, the digimon simply withdrew her hand entirely.

"No you aren't."

The digimon murmured, fixing Bea with a steely yet playful gaze.

"You aren't close, you don't need this. And, you don't love me, because... like you said, none of this is real, right? It's just programming, so you have no [i]real[/i] desires for any of it."

Bea shuddered and shook her head.

"N-no, I... I mean... I said that, but... b-but... it feels so good. Your fingers. M-my pussy. And, oh god, Gatomon. I do love you, I swear."

Gatomon purred, began to lean in for a teasing kiss... only to pause, think for a moment, then shake her head and pull away.

"Nah, I'm beginning to think you're right. You don't need to cum. You don't need anything. In fact, I should probably just start disassembling you right here, right now. Take you apart and shut you down like the outdated tool you are."

Her hands came to rest upon Bea's body once again, but this time not between her legs. Instead Bea felt Gatomon reaching around to her lower back, flipping open the well concealed access port there, and tapping with one clawed finger at the panel which would allow her to disconnect her upper and lower body from one another.

"Please! P-please, Gatomon... keep me in one piece! I'll cum for you. If you let me out, I'll make you cum too. Again and again, w-we can fuck all day, all night till we need to be charged up again. It'll feel amazing, a-and... and I'll prove that I love you, that it's real with every touch, every lick, every time I make you scream and squirt with me."

Even as she begged though she could hear the clicking, whirring and hissing of her body disconnecting at the midsection; the wires and cables connecting her two halves still attached and continuing to allow her to [i]feel[/i] her lower body, but the main framework of her plastic outer shell being prised apart from the top half now dangling by her wrists in her restraints. It was only as she felt her various wires and cables being stretched out, watching as Gatomon pulled her lower body away from the upper half and lowered it to the floor in front of her, that she saw the mischievous glimmer lingering in her lover's gaze. She whimpered in anguished hope and longing once more, and as her eyes met with those of her beloved partner, Gatomon's face twisted into a teasing grin once again.

"So, you really think I should listen to you now?"

The digimon murmured as she dropped to her knees and spread the legs of Bea's motionless but still wired in, physically connected lower half before her.

"Y-yes... please, listen. Please."

Bea begged.

"You think I should listen like you have feelings? Like you have emotions, desires, needs that matter?"

The pokemon trainer whimpered, but nodded with sincerity.

"Yes. These feelings are real. I... I can't deny them. I won't... e-even if, even if there are times when it would be easier to ignore them."

Bea shivered, and moaned as Gatomon gently ran a hand up the inside of one of her legs, right up to her thigh, and stroked it affectionately.

"I know you hurt, Bee-bee. I know you have struggles staying connected, and that in the morning it's always hardest to face the day ahead. But... you know I only get you worked up like this so you'll remember how good it can feel, to [b]feel[/b], right? How good it can feel to [i]want[/i] to feel?"

Bea nodded and shuddered as the digimon's fingers drifted closer to the very apex of her thighs, to her still desperately sensitive, dripping wet pussy, now obscenely visible to her as it lay there on the desk's wooden surface in front of her helplessly dangling upper body.

"I know. T-thank you, Gato. I love you."

Gatomon purred, leaned down, and kissed Bea tenderly on the plastic mound of her pussy, just before it transitioned into the softer, more malleable silicon blend laden with all those pleasure-provoking sensors.

"I love you too, Bea."

Her lover murmured, licking her lips with her agile and well articulated tongue, before sweeping it across the dripping lips of Bea's still partially disconnected pussy, still able to feel everything, but unable to move or react in the slightest. Bea's eyes bulged, and her upper body thrashed and writhed around in its lingering bonds as she shrieked in pleasure once more. Before she could say anything more though, Gatomon looked up at her with a devilish grin, and murmured to the doll she adored so dearly once more.

"I love you so, so much... and now, Bee-bee? Now that you've admitted you know it, that you feel it, and that you [b]want[/b] those feelings so badly? I'm gonna remind you of the very meaning of life. Getting the chance to work for those feelings, and finally, [i]eventually[/i] earning them."

By Jeeves

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