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Scavenged Pleasure For Technophile34 By Draconicon

Flicker. Crackle. Pop. Hiss. Crackle.

Flicker.

Flicker.

Hissssssssssssss.

Reboot complete.

The Gatomon doll finally opened her eyes again, staring at the floor of a different establishment. She knew that she hadn't gone offline here, nor had she been here at any point during her rolling night of debauchery from one of Haven's bars to another. She must have been dropped here after taking it too far in one of the different establishments, put there for...

She felt a vibration through her core as her processor forced itself to move faster, to work harder, the fan pulling double-time as the circuits heated up and tried to work through information that they weren't quite ready for. She groaned slightly, rolling her head along a stiff, half-cracked neck joint, rubbing her cheek against the cool metal floor.

Right. That was it. She'd been on a table getting fucked from behind by a good futa girl, her pussy getting spread wide. It was still wet down there, though it felt slightly further away than it should. Had she suffered more damage? Probably. Her back end didn't feel quite right, and the feline-esque doll didn't quite know what had happened after the last fuck. Probably a few more before she was dropped off somewhere well away from polite company.

But where was this?

And why was she ass-up, face-down?

She wobbled slightly as she tried to move her arms and legs. Neither wanted to obey her, but the former kind of did. One did, at least, while the other seemed like it was stuck, either due to a disconnect in her circuits or through some sort of shut-down that her hardwired programs were enforcing.

In either case, her pussy burned with need, and she felt the need to keep cumming.

She reached back, rubbing along her sex a few times, feeling it dripping with seed. Probably from one of the futas that she'd been fucking, considering that she hadn't been around any male dolls. They were more trouble than they were worth, always looking to go macho, prove that there was a point to the male dolls besides to appeal to gay owners that wanted something without a pussy. She liked to tease them, but when it came to actual relief, the futas were a hundred times better.

Her lower parts squelched, but she felt something crack, too. A joint? Or maybe her pussy had been stretched further than she thought when she had been getting fucked. She tended to go overboard when she went on one of the lust-benders, when that particular process started a decay and began to take over. She might have needed to get someone else to watch over her in that case, but...

Well, it was a bit late for that now.

The Gatomon doll - she couldn't quite remember her original name, her memories spotty - continued to rub along her lower lips. They were swollen, filled with artificial fluid from the fucking she'd been doing, but something had gone off. She should have been less puffy down there by now, less swollen and inflamed with need. The programs should have restored her to a base setting rather than keeping her at hyper-aroused.

Her base programming had gone off. Something was wrong with her.

Yet, she could hardly think about that through the need that was burning through her. Programmed or not, ill-timed or not, she couldn't help but reach back for her pussy, to slide her fingers inside.

Fake futa cum squelched around inside of her, running out of her in messy waves. It was a slick flood that ran down her fingers, over her palm and then down her arm. It had almost no smell, at least, not compared to her own juices, which were just as thick if more clear.

She moaned as she shoved three fingers inside of herself, the soft whirr of an internal fan making it hard for her to hear herself. Her fan? Yes, her fan, she realized, blowing smoke out of her joints and away from her internal processors.

The damage. Yes. She'd been damaged, and she didn't know how bad. She should check that.

And check where she was, too. That would also be a good idea, she felt, something that would at least give her an idea of what was going on, what she needed to do.

All of those things were good ideas, but somehow, it was hard to think about that when her pussy felt like it was burning with lust, when it was begging for attention, when her programming was directing her to see to that above all else.

Nnngh...Nnngh...

The Gatomon doll groaned under her breath, wobbling slightly. Her legs were almost completely locked together, her hand barely fitting between her thighs as she worked three fingers in and out of her pussy. It opened easily, squelched loudly with the fluids inside, and she could feel the pleasure growing, growing, growing down there. She couldn't hump against her fingers, but the programming was making her shiver, moan, drip.

She was huffing softly in simulated need and excitement, her breath coming faster and faster. It wasn't needed, but the programming inside always required her to do that, always made her pretend that she was gasping for breath that she couldn't catch, all for the benefit of an owner that hadn't shown up.

She groaned, pressing a fourth finger inside of her, but it wasn't quite enough. She couldn't fit her fist inside, couldn't do what she needed to get off. Her other hand might have given her the leverage that she needed to force her thighs apart for the space to get herself off, but that wasn't working. It just kept laying at her side, ignoring every command she sent to it.

The Gatomon doll groaned quietly, a soft warble of electronic sound spread through the noise of complaint. It wasn't quite right, and her vocalizer shouldn't have been making sounds like that. The damage must have been spreading.

Despite her best efforts, she couldn't bend her arm enough to get her fingers further inside of her. The feeling of pleasure was growing, yes, but the programmed need to show off, to bend around, to give herself as a display to someone that might be her owner, was keeping her from finishing. Every time that she came close, her hips tried to roll, her hand slipped just a little bit, and she was forced to stop just on the edge of her climax. The Gatomon growled and groaned, her tail swishing back and forth in annoyance.

So it went for minute on minute, but finally, someone seemed to take notice. The sound of footsteps penetrated the ever-growing sound of the fan whirring in the Gatomon doll's core, and she turned to look over her shoulder.

A humanoid doll stood there, one that had blonde hair, one that had a slight sneer on her face and had a pair of breasts that nearly hid her head from the Gatomon's view. She tried to say something, but her voice only warbled, the smoke probably doing more damage in her throat than she thought.

The other doll stepped forward, slapping one hand across the Gatomon's rear, making it bounce, shake, wobble as the silicone in the cheeks moved with the impact. Her hand was dislodged, shoved out of the way, and she couldn't bring it back.

Instead, another hand rammed into her, a full fist into her pussy. She screamed, cumming right then and there, and her eyes scrambled, filling with static.

Stimulation-information overload. Shutting down.

Boot complete.

The Gatomon doll opened her eyes, realizing that she was on her back, and realizing that there were more missing pieces to her than before. She didn't know how that had happened yet, but she imagined that when she pulled in sufficient information, she would figure it out.

She flicked her head left, then right, then left again. All around her, she could see doll parts hanging from the ceiling like meat hanging from hooks, each one sparking slightly from residual battery charge, each one still hanging from its own wires. They hadn't been stripped yet.

That meant that she was probably in a chop shop, a place where dolls that were considered otherwise useless and worthless were sent to be made of use to society again. Their parts were taken, repurposed, and then sent off to other dolls.

And that means...

That meant that if she had lost limbs, she wasn't going to get them back. The Gatomon doll took a deep breath, then lifted her head, looking down at herself to see what the damage was.

It was extensive. Her right arm had already been taken, as had both of her legs. Her tail was pinned under her, but she could feel that there was a bit of damage to that, too, the base already loosened so that it could be ripped off of her when the time came. Her pelvis hadn't been removed, but it was definitely distant from her, further from her than it should have been for any sort of reassurance.

They were going for a total dismantling, then. That meant...well, either she would get lucky and get a second chance, her processor put into a different doll, or she'd be left without a body, a little brain that buzzed and buzzed and buzzed for no purpose other than to exist. There was every chance that they wouldn't allow her a new chance at existence, too, and she didn't know what to say to that.

A shiver ran down her spine, or a simulation of one, anyway, but there was one other problem besides the fact that she was completely broken apart.

She was still horny.

Groaning, the Gatomon doll tried to focus on something else, but despite everything, she wanted to get off. It was like her libido circuits were stuck 'on', or like she had been stuck on one particular program loop. But one thing was for sure. If she didn't reach the end of the circuit, she'd be stuck on a perpetually horny mode, unable to think, unable to process any new information. The need to cum was sucking up more and more of her mental RAM, and soon, she'd be forced to shut down and restart again if she didn't do something to relieve that stress and need.

Even knowing that it was artificial, that it wasn't natural, didn't do anything to make it better. All it did was make it worse, knowing that her processor was forcing her to go through this. Even at a distance, cracked and damaged, with other wires exposed between the bottom of her torso and her pelvis, she could feel the hunger to cum, to be fucked, to be used down there. Her body wanted to give in, to be broken down, to be rutted, at least if it meant that she would be allowed to cum.

And that was what scared her, and aroused her, at the same time. That she could not stop the urges that were filling her.

The Gatomon doll hadn't even been left in peace during her time in the chop shop. Not only were her limbs already gone, but she had lost several internal components, as well. She could see the cut marks in her chassis, could see where plastic had been melted and silicone scorched to get at the things inside. She wasn't even sure that she could talk anymore.

Her pussy, too, had been violated, and maybe her other hole, though that was less sure. She couldn't feel quite that far down. Yet, she could feel the sloshing in her pussy, and she knew that wasn't just her own fluid generators doing that. Several people had used her in her 'sleep' mode, and they had left quite the mess behind.

She didn't want to be turned on by that, but her processors were making it happen. Everything was sexy to her right then and there, and there was no fighting that.

Her arm moved, only half under her own control, to her chest. She grabbed at one of her breasts, squeezing it, rubbing it, feeling the silicone beneath her chassis. It was just soft enough to imitate a proper, living breast, but the stimulation was still enough to make her moan, a warbling, wrong sound that came out of a much-damaged throat.

She groaned, finding the way to trigger pussy clenching somewhere further down. Her lower parts squeezed around nothing, the inner walls squelching around the fluid inside. She saw her pelvis clench, and the first blast of something else shot out of her sex. It almost looked like she was squirting in orgasm, but no. That was fem-cum and futa-cum, all left inside of her from other dolls.

Nnngh...

If she'd been all of a piece, she'd have had one hand on her breasts and the other between her legs, rubbing herself, fingering herself, finding her clit and rubbing it in gentle circles. She would have been driving herself up the wall, building towards a proper orgasm.

Instead, she could barely touch one breast, pulling on one nipple that was more fake than the rest of her. It barely sent any stimulation into her core, barely did anything for her, but at the same time, it was better than nothing.

I need...release...

Her deep processors wouldn't allow her any release from her constantly horny thoughts without getting some sort of physical release. She needed to cum, needed to let all this out, or she wouldn't be able to think of anything but the arousal that was burning at her pelvis, that was consuming her processor's capacity. It was almost like a virus let loose in her, driving her thoughts out and leaving nothing behind.

More, more, more was required, and no matter how she mauled her breast with her hand, she couldn't get enough stimulation. She could pull on her nipple, she could roll her breast around against her chest, she could squeeze and slap it like the most abusive male might have done, but it didn't work. She wasn't getting enough stimulation from it for her to be able to cum.

She needed more.

The Gatomon doll looked down at her detached pelvis. She might have been able to drag it forward through using the wires attached to it, but at the same time, that would mean risking detaching it completely. It was already barely holding together, the wires connecting her to it by the narrowest of margins.

No. She had to drag herself closer.

The doll grunted as she tried and failed to pull her hand from her chest. The bit of stimulation that she was getting from the breast play was minimal, at best, but it was all the stimulation that she was getting. Her core refused to allow her to stop, even if it meant that full relief was denied.

Nnngh...not...

She glared at her detached pelvis, knowing that salvation was only inches away. She could just...just roll...

Maybe...

The Gatomon doll felt her tail twitch. She still had the ability to control that, at least, even if it was limited. She bit her lip, hoping that this would work, and hoped that it was a sacrifice worth making.

With as much force as she could muster, she slammed her tail down against the steel 'table' that she was laying on, forcing herself to roll forward. Something went crack at the base of her tail, and she felt it go dead, the plastic broken, the wires snapped. It was useless, now, but she had managed to get something out of it.

Something.

The shift from one part of the table to another jostled her hand from her chest, and it came down on her pelvis as she slammed down beside it. Almost instantly, her fingers curled, found her clit -

"Mmmmph..."

The slap broke something, she knew that. There were pops and sparks through the lower chassis, and she could feel other things snapping and popping and smoking at her lower back. She had done something when she'd snapped her tail, made things worse. Yet, at the same time, there was no way back, and only one way forward.

She curled her fingers desperately, finding her clit and rubbing it. The feeling of pleasure that came from that alone was almost enough to make her cum, almost enough to push her over the edge from the constant pressure of need inside of her. One little rub, one little scratch, and that had nearly made her cum.

She was so close. So very close.

She kept rubbing herself, but her fingers were slowing down. The Gatomon doll blinked, trying to figure out why she was so...so...

Slow...

A little flicker at the edge of her vision, and she realized two things. First, she was in more danger than she thought, as her vision was starting to go grainy. It was almost like one of the old video security recordings, where the lines ran up and down the visual, distorting things and making some things hard to see.

The second was that she had a power reading that was gradually dropping. Every time she sparked, she lost a fraction of a percentage point, but those sparks were coming faster and faster, and they were adding up. She was already down to little more than twenty percent, and she didn't know how much longer -

Spark, pop, hisssss.

That was a bigger one, and she saw the number drop to 18.93%.

Not good.

Honestly, the feline doll should have turned herself off, should have found a way to shut down and conserve the power that she had left. There was very little of it, and everything that she did just used more.

But...

But...

The pleasure...

Even as her fingers started to slow down, even as her attempts to pleasure herself grew weaker and weaker, there was no fighting the gradual corruption of her core processors. The urge to pleasure herself was sucking up more and more of her RAM. Even if she did crash, then she would just restart with the urge to do it again, with slightly less of her processes immediately devoted to it. She would push herself to it again, and again, and again, and she would not be able to stop until that function had been satisfied.

And considering how little power she had left, she didn't know how many restarts she would be able to go through before that was consumed, and she was left just a shell of a thing that was being harvested piece by piece.

"Nnnnggh..."

She shivered, groaning, grunting. One of her eyes popped softly, the vision going grainier. It must have been partially popped out of its socket, too, because it was no longer aligned properly. She could hardly see out of it, barely able to focus on the world around her.

Belatedly, she realized that she couldn't hear much, either. Either the damage had spread further than she thought, or this was a very quiet chop shop. She imagined it was more likely to be the former.

"Mmmph..."

She grunted again, her programming to simulate the sounds of organic effort still intact. She curled her fingers, feeling them going into her pussy, feeling them so slowly stroking her inner walls. Squelch, the soft fluids from before still there, her inner walls like a sponge from how much they had absorbed.

A bit of pressure, and she felt some oozing out, running over her fingers, running down to the sparking -

POP! POP-POP!

She would have screamed if she had the power to do it. Her juices were shorting out some of her inner systems as the fluids ran into holes that she hadn't known were there. She needed to stop, to pull back, but -

ZZZZZT!

A blast of electricity shot from one wire to another, and it arced right to her clit. The sudden blast of e-stim hit her hard enough to spark her right off the table, the electricity arcing over her, through the metal, and then through the floor when she landed further down.

Power levels: 12.3%.

She'd lost even more during that, and had gotten no closer to getting off. She'd flopped over on her back again, but her hips were closer. She had them pressed against her torso, now, almost like someone was sitting on her. They were so close to her mouth, almost at the point where someone could have been sitting on her...or her sitting on herself.

The urge to eat herself out hit her hard all of a sudden, but she knew that would solve nothing. All it would do was get her hornier, needier. She didn't have the energy to get herself off that way, or to make herself feel better. It would just be one more lazy way of edging, one more horrible way of getting herself teased.

Nnngh...not...fair...

Even her thoughts were starting to slow down, her body going into power-saving mode. She could override that, and she probably would have to if she wanted to break herself through to that orgasm. But...

But it would risk her losing all power, too...

What...do...I...do...

Then, she heard it again. The click, click, click of someone walking through the warehouse. It was more of a feeling, she realized, the vibration through the floor rather than a sound. If she had heard it, she might have heard other things.

Eventually, the approaching figure came into view. It was the same 'nurse' that had come to her before. A figure in a white smock, black gloves, and blonde hair. She had the same figure as the one that had fisted her before, too, the person that had gotten her off the last time that she had been this bad.

She moaned under her breath, whimpering softly. She wanted to make words, but all she could do was wheeze and make electronic noises. Boops, beeps, the most basic sounds of a robot rather than a proper doll.

"You nearly broke the rest of your components," the nurse said.

"Booooooop."

"Let's put you back where you belong."

The nurse lifted her up, putting her back on the table. A few shocks zapped through her as the residual charge in the metal found somewhere to go. 12.3% turned to 12.6%. Not much, but a little bit of a boost.

She didn't know how that was going to help her, though. She still hadn't stopped fingering herself, hadn't been able to stop rubbing along her pussy, fingering herself ever so slowly, never enough to get off.

The arousal function wouldn't let her stop, though. She'd started, and she had to finish. She had to show herself off, had to bring herself to a squirting climax for someone or other. The need just wouldn't leave her alone.

She would have panted if there was energy left for that function. As it was, she just kept rubbing her clit, teasing it, keeping herself wet.

The nurse shook her head, the doll reaching under the table for something.

"You're close to finished," the nurse doll said. "A few more pieces, and we can remove your processor."

"Beeeee-ooooop."

"If you're wondering if you'll still be alive afterwards, I can't tell you."

"Ooop?"

"I can't understand that."

The Gatomon would have groaned in frustration, but even that sound seemed to have been robbed from her. Her vocalizer was popping now, and smoke came from her throat as the electronics there started to fry. One side of her mouth stopped moving, too, the plastic starting to melt and cave in.

This was not how things were supposed to go. She was not supposed to go out like this.

Finally, the nurse stood up again, holding something that looked like a suction cup with a needle in the middle. She held it over the Gatomon doll's face, her articulated fingers clicking softly as she got a better grip on it.

"There's always a demand for eyes. Ocular scanners go off-line faster than they should, and it's rare to find ones that work on the market. Yours will sell for a high price."

The idea of her eyes going into other people was not something that she had ever imagined, nor the idea of having one of hers removed. She had occasionally seen herself as an amputee, considering the rough sex that was just part of life in Haven, but the idea of being eye-less...

She would have shivered, would have gasped, would have been in a panic if her emotional processor hadn't chosen that moment to go offline. All that was left was a low-level anxiety about how functional she would be with only one eye, but that was enough to leave her stiff and still as the suction cup came down.

As it pressed around her eye-socket - the one in good condition, rather than the one that was already half-popped - there was a sense of pressure around the ocular scanner. The cup pressed around the socket, while the needle turned out to be less pointed, and more of a way to pull the air out of the area. There was a sensation of pressure, something pulling at the center of her ocular scanner.

All the while, her finger continued to slowly finger her pussy. The Gatomon doll had finally found the magic angle, and she was pressing her finger in and out as best as she could manage. The lazy pace managed to stroke right over her clit while also curling deep enough to find her g-spot. The combination of the two had her pussy wetter than ever, oozing more of the fake fluids, a half-felt sensation of musky fluids making its way into her processor.

More and more pleasure mounted, even as the pressure over her eyeball got stronger and stronger. She could feel her frame starting to crack a bit around the scanner, and the actual socket was starting to break down. The air pressure and suction pulling on her scanner made the connectors in her skull feel like they were getting pushed to the limits -

Crack.

Something went off, the low-light vision in that eyeball going down. She felt the edge of the hardened thing press against something, and she realized that the suction end had pulled her scanner forward enough to make contact.

"Almost there," the nurse muttered.

Can't see...won't see...

Anxiety and arousal warred with one another, the pleasure of her finger sliding in and out pushing back against the fear of being useless. Her pleasure continued to rise, her fear climbing with it. One was going to win, but which one?

She managed to slide a second finger into her pussy, even as another shock went through her skull. Another crack, another pop, another hiss as her face frame continued its slow breakdown. Her eyeball was coming loose, the scanner sliding free of the socket. The cup around her eye socket was breaking her down, and the heat in her throat had almost fused half of her mouth together.

She was breaking down, alright, and soon, she'd be a shadow of her former self.

A bit more, a bit more, losing more of her mouth, her eye, her sense of self. The arousal climbed, and she could feel the signals popping and firing in her core processor. She was almost there. Almost -

POP!

The eyeball came free, and so did the suction cup. A mad series of sparks shot out of her empty eye socket, and at the same time, she came.

A rolling warble that echoed through smoke and bounced off of melted plastic ripped from her throat as the last of her energy made her arch her back. More and more cracks popped and snapped along her chassis, some hint of a rip along her bouncing buttocks leaving some of the silicone coming out of the holes. It didn't matter. She came, and came, and came, her pussy clenching and squirting finally.

The orgasm didn't stop, either, the information, the pleasure flow continuing for minutes on end. She kept screaming, kept shaking, kept rolling her hips forward as much as the broken pelvis would allow her. She kept squirting, kept pushing all the fluids that had been built up in her out into the open again.

It didn't matter that they were old, didn't matter that they were more other people's juices than hers. They still squirted.

She came, the pleasure information and signals running through her processor and finally shutting off all the arousal programs and functions, finally feeding them the signal that they could be satisfied. She came, and came, and came some more, soaking the table with her juices.

Pop, crack, fizzle. Another short, another break. She felt some of the information stop, wires between her and her pelvis too soaked to carry the information along. The Gatomon doll didn't care. All that mattered was the satisfaction.

Minutes passed, and the pleasure signals finally started to fade. Her energy levels had dropped, horribly, but it had finally gotten better. She had...she had...

Energy levels: 1%.

She had used up all but the very last bits of her power levels. She didn't even have the energy left to look at herself, to know what she had damaged, what was left of her that still worked. All she knew was that it was a whole horrible mess, but at least the need that had been burning in her ever since she had been dumped her was satisfied.

The nurse had stared at her throughout the orgasm, shaking her head slowly. There was a definite sense of 'glad I'm not her' in the other doll's expression, but the Gatomon doll didn't really care. She might not remember her name anymore, she might be lacking an eye, an arm, and both legs. She might be broken down, on the verge of total systems collapse...

But at least she was finally satisfied.

"Weak."

She didn't listen to the nurse, just closing her eyes instead. Her power level was going to fade soon, she knew. There were too many places where she was bleeding energy, and there was little point in them plugging her in.

Instead, she focused on the peace that came from no longer being so horny, and the pleasure that she still did feel coming from her crotch. It wasn't great, and it wasn't as powerful as the orgasm that had rippled through her only a moment ago, but it was still a lovely feeling that she was happy to have.

Riding that pleasure, she felt her power drain out of her, sparking onto the table beneath her. Bit by bit, fraction of a percent by fraction of a percent, she slowly felt her life draining out of her. The processor would still run, but...

Well, it looked like her body was done.

The Gatomon doll shut off power to her single working eye, and then let her body drift down into emergency conservation mode. Whatever happened next, she wouldn't be able to feel it.

The End