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Mother's Rules

Part 2

For Technophile34

By Draconicon

If Matilda had truly dropped down to 0% power, she would have been completely out of it for the entirety of whatever trip her mother took her on. However, with some residual power left in her power core, there were a few systems that were online as they moved from one place to another.

It wasn't enough to store the full details of the journey in her memory core, but it was enough to paint a strange picture. They walked down a road that was vast, too vast for mere dolls to have ever used. It was hard, packed down harder than the dirt that they walked along outside the city, than the paths that they used to get from one farm or settlement to another.

No, this was something different, and it was packed with ruins that could have been small settlements in their own rights. Some were flat to the ground, great steel shells pressed into the dark dirt, while others were held aloft by great round things that had lost support on the inside, collapsing down in folds of strange rubber.

Several times during the journey, they stopped, taking shelter behind one of the great hulks as something bigger moved in the distance. It never came close enough for Matilda's sensors to pick up what it was, but it stored the information in her databanks regardless. Dangers, and possible predators to something her size.

It wasn't until they were in shelter, inside one of the great hulks some distance from the bandit hideout, that her mother finally took the steps required to bring her back to the world of the waking. Without new information to record, her sensors did nothing to warn her of what was coming, and so she woke up with quite the literal shock.

"GAH!"

Matilda shouted at the top of her lungs as a thick metal prong was rammed right up her ass, shoved as deep as it could go without the slightest warning. Even with the half-dried goo of the fluids that had been oozing from her soaking her back there, it was barely enough to make it an easy thrust.

The doll gasped for breath, the Cinderace whipping her head around towards the mega-lopunny. Her mother smirked.

"What's the matter? I would have thought you were used to that sort of charging."

"Not for a while! Most of them preferred the other hole!"

"Heh, well, you'll learn how to use that one, too."

"You fuck."

"What do you think most of mommy's hobbies revolve around?"

It would have been a moment for blushing, if she could. Instead, Matilda looked away, shifting back and forth on her tiptoes.

It was a weird feeling to be suspended like this. Usually, if she was lucky enough to find a charging prong for her...other hole...she tended to leave it against the wall and back up against it, resting on all fours as energy poured into her. It was not a comfortable position, but it was better than being pushed up on tiptoes with the thick metal rod in her ass.

She huffed softly, shaking her head. She tried to pull herself off the rod, but with her legs pointed so hard, there was no way that she was getting off it without help. And her mother didn't look particularly helpful.

The mega-lopunny had left her rifle by the side of the huge door that the hulk had. She leaned back against one of the huge leather seats, one leg pushed forward, the other hugged against her chest.

"So, what the fuck, hon?"

"What do you mean, what the fuck?"

"Why are you still out here?"

"Oh, fucking hell, not this again."

"You never explained why you ran off, you know."

"And you want to know? Now? Now, while I'm sitting on a dildo?"

"It's not like you can run off while you're charging."

"..."

"And we both know you have a habit of running away. I don't want to waste more bullets bringing you back if you're just going to keep running off the minute my back's turned."

"That's your problem, isn't it?"

"Well, your problem too, since you still haven't paid me back for all the charging rations that you stole before running off."

Not that those had lasted very long, Matilda admitted. The Cinderace had been too optimistic about the sort of charges that she'd be able to find outside of Haven's walls, and she'd burned through the rations faster than a kid would blow through candy on Halloween. It had nearly been enough to burn through her cores the first time, and it left her with a bit of a charging problem afterward. It meant that anything that she charged herself with was less efficient, and she swore she blew through her battery faster than most other dolls.

That said, she'd be damned if she actually paid her mother back for that. Those had kept her alive, and she wasn't sorry.

The mega-lopunny reached out with one leg, idly kicking the charger pole under Matilda's ass. The sudden vibration that ran through it sent a shiver right up the Cinderace's spine, and she groaned under her breath as she was forced to stand up a bit straighter, a bit stiffer from that sudden hit.

"Mmmph! Fuck!"

"Always knew you'd be more of an anal slut."

"You...nnngh!"

"What's the matter? You know I'm right. I bet that if I took a look, I'd find even more body writing all over your ass."

"Nnngh...you...you..."

"Having a hard time thinking, are we? Wishing that the prong would actually fuck you? Thinking that it'd be more fun to be riding that thing than just being filled with it?"

Well, she hadn't been thinking that until her mother started pushing the ideas into her head. She rolled her head back in annoyance, her hands balled into fists at her sides as she tried not to think about it.

Yet, the images were still there. There were charging stations in and out of Haven where the more perverted girls could go, where they could get down on all fours or be tied up while the prong slammed in and out of them. It meant that there was a greater chance of the electrical charge misfiring, doing damage, but the feeling of the electricity playing out back there was...wow.

She could already feeling the tingle of the charging in her own ass, the feeling of it zapping and tingling against her inner walls. The pleasure was enough to keep her very wet up front, and she couldn't help but squirm slightly as she imagined it actually moving.

Her mother just smirked at her, shaking her head.

"Yeah. I might be the merc bitch, but you're the slut of the family."

"You got me this way. Hell, you made me this way."

"I thought a good daughter would be fun to have around. A good little cunt-licker that knew her place, that would do what she was told. But noooo, you had to go all independent, running around the wasteland out there."

"It's more fun than the city!"

"And why's that? There's plenty of depravity behind the walls."

"Yeah, but not enough..."

Matilda closed her mouth, shaking her head. Her mother wouldn't understand, and there was no point in trying. Better to just -

"GAH!"

She almost jumped out of her chassis at the sudden shock between her legs. Panting hard, she looked over at her mother, the mega-lopunny holding some sort of remote in her hand. She spun it like some old western gunslinger would have spun his pistol, then put it down at her side.

"Heh, you want to talk to me now? Or am I going to be pushing you the whole time, making you talk like some stubborn little girl?"

"Fuck you, mom. Fuck you."

"Is that a 'force me, mom', then? I know you're kinky, but I don't think you know just how kinky I am."

That was true enough. She hadn't been around her mother for months, if not years, and she didn't know what the other doll did on a regular basis. It was clear that Mary the Mega, as some people called the merc, was more of a danger than most people realized when it came to her sniper rifle. That said, what she did with people that she caught...

Matilda didn't know whether this whole molestation and teasing treatment was what her mother's other prey had faced after they'd been gunned down, but she knew that it was going to be hard for her to resist. She wanted to squirm, wanted to pull herself off the dildo, but she knew that her mother was going to make her squirm for everything that she could get.

And much as the Cinderace wanted to complain, she was...enjoying it. Even the forceful cracking of her hand, the way that her arm had been shorted out for a time by the juices oozing from her pussy...

She shivered. That had been hotter than it had any right to be. The helplessness, the way that she'd been completely overpowered, the way that her mother had manhandled her the way that the bandits out here had only tried to...

"Now, you going to tell me what you were looking for?"

Mary's question pulled her out of her own fantasies, making her shake for a moment as she realized just how far she'd dropped without even realizing it. Did she want it that badly? Did she need to be dominated that thoroughly?

She was starting to think that she did, and it was beyond humiliating...and beyond arousing.

"Ho-hum. Guess you need another shock."

ZZZZZT!

The sudden blast of electricity through her ass was nearly enough to make her bounce off of it. She did end up jumping, the tips of her toes leaving the ground for a moment, and her nipples felt like they'd been blasted to hardness, the electricity forcing them to stiffen against the silicone that filled her large breasts. Her clit felt like it was stiffer and harder, almost feeling artificially hard from the sheer size of it after that.

And her ass...her ass felt like it was spasming, her ass cheeks clenching, her hole squeezing harder on the prong than ever before. She didn't breathe, she didn't pant or gasp, but she did feel a spasm of need down there.

That, plus the ooze that was coming from her pussy - no longer white, the futa cum long since bled out, now only the clear fluids of a woman - was thicker than ever. Long strings of it, dangling like liquid icicles from her pussy, swayed every time that she so much as twitched.

"Alright, alright!" she said, shaking her head. "I'll talk. What is this, some sort of interrogation?"

"Oh, something like that, but I doubt that you really mind."

The mega-lopunny chuckled, once more putting the remote off to the side. She leaned back, crossing her hands in her lap.

"Now, tell me. For real this time. Why did you leave the city?"

"I wanted...I wanted something rough."

"Rough, hmm?"

"I wanted someone to actually be willing to take me apart. I wanted someone to hunt me, hurt me, have fun with me, and that wasn't going to happen in the city unless I found one of the broken rapists or something. There's too much competition to be hurt and broken in the city, too many people that want it and not enough people willing to be rough and cruel."

"So, you thought that you'd find more outside?"

"I did find more outside, and since there's not so many people like me..."

"You didn't have to share as much?"

"God no. I had everyone lining up to have me in that bandit gang, and the other ones that we found? They were eager to trade when they realized that I'd let them do anything. That I wasn't the bad-ass bitch that I was pretending to be."

It was beyond strange to confess this while straddling a dildo, but she supposed that there were weirder things to do. She shook her head.

"I wanted them to wreck me, and they did. They kept on coming, kept using me, kept...marking me. You saw that."

"Yep. And they're not that imaginative, are they?"

"You don't get to be a bandit with brains, mom."

"No, guess not."

The Cinderace could still remember the first time that she'd approached Ora and the others. They weren't good friends, but they were good sex buddies. They were more than willing to give everything that she wanted from a round of sex, giving her the hard pounding that she asked for and the hard use that she needed.

More than that, they were willing to treat her as a slut, a slave, someone that was at the bottom run of their little ladder. They were trash, but she was the trash's slut, and there was something about being forced into that role that made her groan every time that she thought about it.

The best part had been that they were more than willing to treat her like she was trash, to make sure that she remembered her place no matter how well-behaved she tried to be. She wasn't a person to them. She was a slut, a cum-dump, a cunt-licker, and all the other things that they had loved to call her while she was under them, licking them, sucking them, serving them.

Her pussy twitched again, and one of the little tendrils of slime flicked back -

"NNNGH!"

And that time, the power charge hit her in both holes, shocking up her pussy juice and hitting her right in the cunt. She groaned under her breath, hissing through her lips and teeth.

"Well, dear, if you wanted something rough, all you had to do was ask for it."

"Yeah, right. You always said that you wanted me to stand up for myself."

"Well, yes, but that was when I was still thinking that the soldier program was going to work out for you. Obviously it didn't, and you were always standing up to me, anyway. If you wanted me to fight back..."

The mega-lopunny grinned as she got back to her feet, clapping her hands together as she walked over. The bigger-breasted woman grabbed the Cinderace by her boobs again, lifting them up and then letting them fall, their silicone weight dragging them down firmly.

"If you wanted me to show you where you belonged, I would have. All I need to know was that you wanted it."

"Ugh! I don't want to tell people I want it. I want them to just do it."

"Then maybe mommy should install you into a slut body, huh?"

"I don't think you got a model with bigger boobs and butt than I got."

"Heh, I didn't mean that. I mean a body that has more of the stuff that advertises what kind of whore you are..."

The thought hit her like a ton of bricks, and she almost wished she could blush at the thoughts that were flickering through her head. The idea of her mother putting her into a different body, of being broken down and then installed into some sort of shell that would make her look like more of a slut...

Broadcasters, maybe? Little signals that it puts out that tells people that I'm free for use? To make them be rougher than they usually are? Something to break down the inhibitors in other doll bodies to make them do things that they wouldn't, usually?

The idea was hotter than she expected, and her pussy and her mouth started drooling in almost equal measure. She didn't realize that the latter was leaking until her mom reached up and tapped them, though.

"Heh, you're drooling. Like some sort of hungry man at a buffet. Do you like the idea of being treated rough that much?"

"You have...You have no idea."

"Oh, I think mommy has a pretty good idea of what her little girl needs."

SMACK!

The sudden hit made her boobs bounce, and her eyes went wide as her mother grabbed her by the throat. It was not a light touch, either, the other doll's fingers clenching tight, pulling at the sides of her chassis enough that the plastic exterior started to push down on her voicebox. Her eyes went wide, her voice getting strained and more and more artificial the more that the mega-lopunny pulled at the middle of her neck.

"Mom, what...what are you..."

"I'm treating you the way that you want to be treated."

The mega-lopunny pulled, and she was slowly dragged off of the prong in her ass, dragged into the air. She struggled to move, her hole being pulled inside-out from the sheer size of the prong being wiggled out of her this way. Her body was on fire with need, and the sheer tightness of her mother's grip around her neck made it clear that escape wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

She was still huffing and puffing in imitation of a living being in distress when the prong left her ass. She gasped as it was pulled free of her so hard and so suddenly, and then yelped as she was thrown across the room, slamming against a nearby wall with so much force that she swore she was lucky that her neck didn't pop right off the top of her frame.

Her torso felt rattled, and she was aware that she hadn't gained that much charge while on the prong. She was back up to about thirty percent power, but that wasn't going to last long if her mother was really going to be as rough as she was implying that she'd be. Matilda looked up as the mega-lopunny approached, rubbing her half-cracked neck.

"That hurt, you fucking -"

"Shut up."

CRACK!

Her mother's leg, strong and hard, came crashing up into Matilda's stomach. The blow was enough to lift her back to her feet, and then drop her back to all fours. If she'd been a breathing person, then the air would have been knocked right out of her lungs. If she had been a living person, she probably would have had a number of broken ribs that were threatening her ability to breathe at that point, too.

Thankfully, she was not a living person, though the ache was still there. She huffed and puffed, sucking at air that she didn't need as she was rolled over.

The wound in her belly was still there, still unpatched, and her mother leaned over her, looking her right in the eye.

"You are nothing but a slut, then. If you want to be a slut, then you're going to be mine."

"Nnngh...yours? Why yours?"

"Because mommy could always use someone to vent her frustration on, and let's be honest. I'm going to be the toughest bitch mistress that you could ever get. You want that, don't you?"

"Yeah, but..."

"But what, huh? You think that mommy can't be rough enough with her baby girl to get her off?"

The thought had crossed her mind, but the worry was rapidly retreating, considering the way that her mother was treating her now. Her mom chuckled, looking down at the hole in the Cinderace's gut again, and she stuck a finger in her mouth.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to remind you how helpless you are, dear."

"What - oh god, no."

She was still slow, too slow to get her arms to work right, particularly with one of them barely having its hand attached. Her good arm came up, but not fast enough to stop her mom from soaking one finger and shoving it into her wound.

"NNNNGH!"

Matilda spasmed, the thick spit on her mother's finger slapping right against some of her core processors. The sudden shocks that emanated from her stomach went right through her, sending little illusions of sensation and sight through her body. Everything had a brief malfunction, her arms and legs bending the wrong ways, several ball-bearings through her body getting pushed to their maximum limits and beyond.

Snap, crack, whip, smack. Everything that could go wrong went wrong for a second or two, her hands and legs and feet and arms slapping against one thing after another. There was a louder crack, and she was sure that her loose hand had just come off completely. She didn't know what was going on, and a good part of her didn't care.

Then the finger came loose of her again. The shocks continued, the spit hissing into steam out of the hole a few seconds later. When the moisture was gone, the shocks and spasms stopped.

She wasn't faking her panting anymore. Her body was too short on processing power for her to imitate life to that degree anymore. Instead, her eyes were wild, her head turning to look at her mother with half-dead, half-excited eyes.

"What...the fuck...was that for?"

"That was me reminding you where you belong."

"By...by shorting me out?"

"By telling you what I can do to you. One little toe out of line, dear, and mommy can shoot you right where it'll do the most good. No killing, just...opening a little line."

Her mother grinned, opening her mouth. A long line of drool slowly pushed past her lips, dripping down from her mouth the way that the Cinderace's pussy juice drooled from her sex. The long line of spittle went shooting right back into her mouth a second later, showing that there was a great deal of control over that particular production center.

"I think that I can keep you under control, heh. The question is more one of whether you'll learn to serve willingly, or if mommy will have to keep punishing you over and over again."

They both had to know where this was going, Matilda thought. They both had to know that this was going to be one hell of a fight between them, something that would last for years, if not longer. She was not someone that would just bend the knee, and her mother was not one that would let her get off scot-free with the different bits of defiance that she could think of.

A small smile started to cross her face as her motor functions started to kick in on the higher levels once more. The whole idea of being made a slave had been what had driven her from the city in the first place, but the idea of submitting to her mother, her rough and tumble mother, had...

Well, she had never thought that it would be a real thing. She had imagined it once or twice, as some children did when they were particularly submissive, but she always thought that she was having to up the sort of dominance that her mother could show in her imagination. She never thought that it would be really this good.

Her mother looked her over one more time, that smirk still there. The mega-lopunny shook her head.

"As if I needed to ask. You're gonna be a brat, aren't you?"

"Would you have me any other way?"

"Not a chance in hell."

The mega-lopunny stood up, still smirking and chuckling as she walked around the prone Cinderace. Matilda didn't know what was going to happen next, but she didn't move. Partially because she was curious, and partially...

Well, her legs still weren't working that well. That spit-covered finger shoved right into her processing cores had shorted out the major motor functions that she had, and she doubted that she'd be getting to her feet again for the next hour while it worked at sorting itself out. The feeling of the wetness inside, dried and steamed as it was, still ached as she tried to figure out the best way to fix it.

She didn't get the chance to think for long. Her mother returned, and what she had in hand was not what the Cinderace had expected. Matilda stared at the long, smooth rod that ended in a pointed tip, and shook her head slowly at the red heat that was already burning at the end.

"Is that...is that what I think it is?"

"A wood burner, yeah," the mega-lopunny said. "I think that it's time that you learn a little...discipline. Besides, I think that after so much use, that pussy of yours could use a little...tightening."

"Oh gods..."

"Turn around. All fours."

"Uh..."

"Heh, or are you still too dizzy from that fingering to do it yourself?"

"..."

"Heh, let mommy help..."

The idea of being turned and manipulated into position like the doll she was had never occurred to her, but the humiliation was enough to keep her dripping. Her sex was wet with it, swampy with her juices, and she could feel some of the strings inside starting to drip down to the ground, running along her legs to the floor.

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

She could feel the heat of the wood burner right behind her, knew that it was running scant finger-widths from her thighs. It could burn far more of her than her pussy, do more to her body than just tighten her up again. It could burn right through her chassis down there, sever more of her movement connectors, make all those little bindings get completely fucked.

The idea of being paralyzed from the waist down was starting to go from a fear to a kink, and she never realized that such a thing was possible. All she knew was that she was getting more and more interested in it happening to her.

Fuck...

Her mother must have been close to her pussy by that point. She could feel the heat between her thighs, the warmth rising up to her clit, and then down along the rest of her sex. Her juices were flowing, dripping -

HISSSSSS!

And hitting the hot metal, evaporating immediately. God, if it was that hot, what was it going to do to her plastic when it touched her? What would it do to her, how would it feel, how much of a pussy would she have left after -

"AH...AH!"

It was less of a scream and more of a moan when it touched her. The pain play was something that she had never taken this far before, but as soon as she felt the heat down there, she couldn't help but wonder why. This was amazing, and she couldn't imagine holding back from here on out. She needed something like this. Craved something like this.

The pressure was so light, but the heat was making her body crumple before it, collapsing in on itself before she could do anything to slow it down. She groaned as she arched her hips, pushing them up a bit further in a vain attempt to get away from the heat, but her mother pulled her right back down, forcing her to burn herself, to scald herself, to mark herself with the heat of the torch.

It burned almost right through the plastic, but her mother had a deft hand, forcing her to move and shift position again and again, forcing the plastic to crinkle in on itself rather than just burn away. She could feel her pussy getting tighter, forced to get smaller so that it would struggle to take the bigger things again.

Oh god, oh fuck...

She would have a mutilated sex after this, something that only freaks would want to fuck. The freaks, the rough ones, the dirty ones...

God, it had her wet, and if she wasn't being melted, she was being steamed in her own juices down there, her sex going made and throwing out more and more of the thick, heavy fuck-fluids that she produced by the bucketful.

The wood burner continued to scorch her, burn her, shape her. She felt her pussy getting pushed in from both sides, forming a tighter 'rim' for anything that could touch her later. Her ass cheeks jiggled, clenching tight, some of the plastic on them melting when they squeezed too close to the wood burner. She felt the sudden hiss, the breaking of the casing, the sudden stink in the air from the silicone inside catching fire for a second.

It was marking her, changing her. Her mother was taking charge, and some part of her was loving it more than she should. Way, way more than she should.

Matilda could feel her motor controls coming back, but not enough to struggle away. Or at least, that was what she told herself. She wanted this, needed it, but if she just had the control...

Or was she lying to herself?

It was hard to tell, so hard to tell what she needed in reality. Her body was on fire, fucking burning up with all the hunger to be fucked, to be used, and her mother was feeding that with every little touch of the torch.

It ground against her pussy lips again, almost sliding in, and she realized that she'd almost been fitted with a chastity device. The heat had molded her pussy almost shut, making sure that the next time that she got fucked, she'd feel every inch more than ever before. She'd be fucked, brutally forced open even with a smaller futa dick.

Oh god, oh god...

The heat finally pulled away, and she was rolled over, and the first thing that the Cinderace did was look down between her legs.

What she saw was a mess. Her pussy was completely warped, turned into something that was almost pointed. Not quite like some bestial sex, but rather like something that a woman could get more pleasure from when they ground against, and which pushed out more for men or futas to be able to penetrate easier.

She didn't know what to think about it. All she knew was that her mother had turned her into more of a toy.

"Spread those legs, slut," her mom said, and her limited control made her do that, made her show off.

Her mother began stripping down, pulling off her own limited, hand-made armor. It was thrown off to the side, showing off a body that was slimmer, yet curvier than Matilda's own. It was covered in soft, downy brown, and she could tell that her mother had less scars than she did, and far more bounce.

The idea of being dominated by the 'better' woman was definitely getting to her, and she could tell her mom was having a damn good time, too.

"Heh, how should I use you first..." her mother asked.

"You're the bitch dom, mom. You figure it out."

"Oh, I plan to, brat. I plan to."

The End