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The Warehouse's Haunts

Part 4

For technophile34

By Draconicon

This isn't supposed to be fun. This isn't supposed to be fun. This isn't supposed to be fun.

Yet, no matter how many times Lucia told herself that, the big-breasted Lucario doll still ended up gasping under her mistress's ass. The silicone cheeks pressed firmly against either side of her face, parting against her muzzle and allowing her to get up close and personal with the hole that lay between them. Thick streams of fem-juices ran down from the pussy just further up, but her tongue was only allowed to touch the other hole.

"That's it. Get in there. Get deep in there. I want to feel your tongue as far as you can get it in there..."

Jennie, the Gengar mistress, shoved her ass back again, and there was something to the force in it that made Lucia all the more willing to submit. The sheer force of will that she was getting slammed against, the power of the other woman's willpower, the way that she was just completely overwhelmed, made it impossible for her to fight back. For that matter, it made it impossible for her to want to.

"Mmmph...mmph..."

She could feel her face imprinting on those purple cheeks, feeling the way that the silicone was pressing against her face and molding against her muzzle. The way that it was so artificial compared to what it was supposed to be in her memory banks, the way that living beings were rather than dolls: it was all the hotter for her, in a way, and she wondered briefly if Jennie had put something else in her head besides the urge to obey.

"Mmmph!"

A sudden, new pressure, one that forced her lips right up against that pucker. It was clean, cleaner than most places would have been, and she realized that all the tonguing that the mistress got from the other dolls meant that this place never had the chance to get stained with pussy juices or anything else. No waste ever passed through, and no stain had a chance to linger or get worse. She was completely clean.

It didn't make the act any less taboo, though, particularly as she was forced to slide her tongue up there. Jennie moaned over her, grabbing her by the back of the head, pulling her down and in with one ear.

"Nnngh...yeah, a little more..."

She could feel the Gengar shaking over her, the soft whirs and clicks of the mechanical parts louder and louder as she got closer and closer to a climax. She could feel the minute adjustments to pose and position, the way that the mistress would shift her position so that she was getting the stimulation at just the right point. Always done in a way that was precise, never needing a second motion, always perfectly on point.

She could taste little more than the musky juices that were coming down from the Gengar's pussy, thick and warm, yes, and heavily flavored with...something, something that Lucia couldn't quite identify. It was more than she expected, and yet, she was still going for it, thrusting her tongue up, feeling the feedback through her processor about what she should do next.

Thrust, lick, lick, three licks along the rim before thrusting in again. Wiggle it, vibrate it with a moan, drag out and then lick from taint to top of pucker, pull back and thrust in again.

The commands and 'suggestions' of how she was supposed to rim the mistress were coming as fast as she needed them to, never quite overwhelming her, but making it clear what the best path forward was. The few times that she tried deviating from them, she immediately felt Mistress Jennie start to lose some of her excitement, so she forced herself to keep going with the order that the commands gave her to follow.

It didn't take long before Jennie was stiffening over her, finally sitting down firmly on her face. Lucia felt a slight crick-crack along her neck joints, not quite the popping thing that she had seen Amy-Mon do to Rosalyn, but something like it, something that was a few stages before that danger point. She huffed, holding her tongue out, letting the mistress ride it for a few more seconds before the Gengar stopped stiffening and tensing.

"Mmmm, you're not as good as Mitch, but damn. You're definitely using her technique."

"Mmmph."

"Don't worry. You'll get better."

That wasn't what she was worried about, but there was a little hint of pleasure at the compliment. Lucia decided that she needed to start looking over the program that had been introduced into her core. There was definitely more than just an obedience binder in there, and she needed to see what was messing with her stuff.

Jennie lifted her ass a bit, just enough for Lucia to look past the deep purple synth-skin that covered her from head to toe. The Gengar doll was more slender than the namesake that she'd been modeled on, not the robust ball of a figure, but rather a spiky-headed punk-style humanoid. She still had that ghostly grin, the one that was always exposed, and she had stubby fingers, but her body was definitely more humanoid...and curvy in the hips and butt area.

With the Mistress on all fours over her, she had no idea what was coming next, and so, she didn't bother to close her legs. After all, what was the Mistress going to do? Slap a pussy that wasn't there?

She was surprisingly close. The Mistress didn't slap her pussy, but she did slap Lucia's asshole.

"AH!"

Lucia gasped, arching her back at the sudden smack, a finger hitting her rim and making it sting. She tried to close her legs and failed, her breath coming in short, quick gasps as she laid there, staring up at the Gengar's pussy.

"Oh, you like that?" Jennie asked.

"No!"

"You will."

"Mmmph. That hurt!"

"Yean, but you will like it. I want you to like it."

Smack!

She gasped, a sudden little spurt of juices running out through the gap of her missing leg. She hissed under her breath, curling the toes of her still-there foot, and she huffed as she was rubbed, fingered gently, one digit sliding inside of her before -

SMACK!

Another, harder hit. Her thighs clenched tighter, the machinery within trying to pull her legs together. The chassis under the synth-skin made a click sound as it slammed against the Mistress's arm.

"Nnngh!"

"Oh, you're liking it now, aren't you? I love it when you girls get into it. You get so wet."

I don't like it!

Except that there was some part of her that did. She could feel that odd mix of excitement and blurring numbers that came when she was getting aroused. The same feelings that she'd gotten when she was with Annie and other partners in the past were coming through now, buried beneath the discomfort of being slapped and hurt, but still there nonetheless. She gritted her teeth, trying to fight through it -

SMACK!

Three fingers right over her asshole, followed by a full palm strike right across her ass cheeks. She arched her back, her breasts wobbling up and almost hitting her in the face, even as Jennie giggled.

"Look at that. You're getting into it, alright."

"Nnngh...you're making me!"

"Yep. That's why I'm the mistress. I can do what I want."

The pain started to alternate between smacks to her hole and spanks to her ass. Every so often, the Mistress would curl her fingers, raking her claws through the Lucario doll's synth-flesh, risking the integrity of it, doing something that would leave her stinging, but not quite in actual pain. She shivered, wondering more than once what was going to happen to her, what was happening already.

It didn't take many impacts for her to be gasping, shivering, shaking in her chassis, and she almost expected to cum from it. She almost did when the Mistress suddenly stopped, hopping off of her without any warning. The Lucario doll blinked, looking at the blurred form of the Mistress running over to the corner of the metal room.

"What...did I do something wrong?" she asked.

"No, no. I've got an idea."

"What - oh shit."

The Gengar doll turned around with a familiar-looking wire jack, and something else that didn't bode well. A large console that could just about be carried around in one's hand, it was the same thing that had programmed some of the other dolls, overwriting their ability to say no to the Mistress. She started to get up, only for Jennie to point at her.

"Stay."

And just like that, she was rooted to the spot. She bit her lip as the Mistress came up behind her, only for the jack to be slammed in, hard. She gasped, sitting up straighter, her eyes going funny as the Gengar started fiddling with something in her head, in her processor, and then through the rest of her body.

"That's not good enough, not nearly good enough."

"Nnngh?"

"Oh, don't worry about talking. I can read the processes from here."

"Nnga-guh?"

"You'll be fine. I'm just upping your response to certain stimulation."

"Nnnmmaaaa-UGH!"

Without warning, she was suddenly struck by what felt like main-line electrical current, except that there was no connection to it. There was just the sensation of it hitting her nipples, blasting her with heat and pain and -

And pleasure, for that matter. She had the sensation of it, but no actual input from the different receptors. They were just fooled into thinking that they'd felt it, and her processor interpreted it as -

"MMMPH!"

As pleasure, as another hit came from behind. It was like a pair of hands had grabbed her ass, hit it, spanked it, and then left dents in the silicone that would have needed a repair job to heal. She'd never been one to take that sort of pleasure from this sort of thing, but now that she was hooked up to this jack, she didn't have a choice.

She found herself dripping more and more, her eyes wanting to roll back, but locked forward by the paralysis program that was already fixed in her. It was a safeguard to keep her from injuring herself while she was jacked up to something, to prevent some sort of snap happening that would lock her out of controlling herself later. It was a good bit of programming, but it meant that she couldn't pull the jack out of her head, nor could she fix herself without getting released from it first. It was as good as being tied down.

Lucia hissed as she was shocked again, and again, her body twitching as the different sensors and receptors through her chassis and in it were forced to feel different sensations, each one painful, each one something that might be done in a sexy session, and each one - worst of all - being tuned to enjoy it. Pain became pleasure. The values in her processor and core programming were flipped.

The jack came loose, and she slumped to her side, staring straight ahead. The only mercy was that she could hear someone else coming her way.

Mistress Jennie was about to pull her back up when Mitch appeared in the doorway. The Mewtwo doll adjusted her shirt, some sort of juices running between her breasts as if she had given someone a titjob, and she shuffled from one high heeled shoe to the other. Her bottom-half was bare, the skirt probably left somewhere else.

"Mistress, there is something that requires attention."

"Yeah, well, see to it. I'm having fun," Jennie said.

"I would, but I need more hands available."

"Take Amy-Mon."

"She's on part-picking duties right now. We need to think of the crops."

"Crops? Why?"

"The cold snap, Mistress."

Jennie stopped cold, and Lucia sighed in relief as her breasts were released from the claw-like fingers, allowed to hang properly from her chest again. There were dimples where the Mistress's hands had settled, and they were only just starting to fill out again.

"Right. I'd forgotten."

"Just like you had forgotten that the generator will need to be preserved for a while, and we need the crops to make sure that we can still recharge?"

"...Yeah, I forgot that, too. So sue me."

"I would, Mistress, but for the moment, I'm more focused on keeping us all running."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Do you need this one?" Jennie asked, nudging her in the small of the back.

"Yes, I do. And Rosalyn, and Panty."

"All of them? Seriously?"

"You may keep Luci here for your pleasures."

"But he's a male."

"Yes, but he's also useless in the cold. We both know this."

"...Dammit. Fine."

"Thank you, Mistress. Come with me, Lucia."

As the Mewtwo doll lifted her to her feet, she found herself rather thankful for the support. She still didn't have that new leg, and she doubted that she'd be any good until she had it. Mitch led her out of the room, and she did her best to focus on something other than the feeling of helplessness that came from the lack of a limb. She'd noticed that the feeling of helplessness had only contributed to the urge to submit, to be owned, to enjoy the feeling of being in the harem, and she was very concerned about how quickly that urge to submit and enjoy herself was growing.

Mitch half-carried, half-led her to the repair bay, and she was settled on one of the emptier tables. She groaned as she sat with one leg off to the side and the leg-hole pushed to the edge of the table.

"Let me guess. You don't have another Lucario leg right now?"

"Unfortunately, no. We have been scavenging, but the parts that we've found have gone towards fixing your real leg. You'll have to make do with something else."

"At least we're all similar shaped dolls, huh?"

"Yes, indeed. It would make things far more complicated if we weren't."

It really would. Haven had a surplus of different limb parts, but not that many smaller, more complicated pieces. That was why scavengers like her had plenty of work ahead of them; the factories out in the world had those smaller parts, still, and they could find them and bring them back. Some of the less scrupulous scavengers went after the dolls that had become criminals and took their parts for bounties and sale prices, but that was a rarer occasion, and something that she had never even considered doing.

She just hoped that the leg that she'd get as a temporary replacement was not going to be too -

"I can't believe I have to work with this..."

Lucia flexed her leg, looking at the pale human synth-skin that ran down from her blue-black body. It was a complete mismatch, and it would have humiliated her to walk down the streets of Haven or any other settlement with something like that attached to her. It didn't even have the proper measurements to fit with her body. Admittedly, it was only somewhat off - the equivalent of a half-inch on a normal-sized body - but it was still enough to keep her from properly adjusting to a different walk cycle.

She grumbled as she followed Mitch down from the repair bay to the elevator, bundling up as the Mewtwo passed her various layers of cloth. She wrapped one after the other around herself, simulating some winter clothes. It wasn't enough to completely cut out the chill that filled the air - the cold snap was coming in tighter, and as far as she was aware, it was now below zero Celsius - but it was at least keeping her from feeling pain or drainage from the chill.

As the elevator hit the ground level of the warehouse and she stepped out of it, she found Panty and Rosalyn waiting in similar layers of cloth. The human doll waved at her with a smile, while Rosalyn was adjusting something that looked like a knife attached to a stick.

"Uh...what's that for?" Lucia asked, pointing at the weapon.

"To keep the bad bitches and tough shits away," Panty said, smiling. "After all, there's wildlife out there."

"Wildlife?" Lucia blinked. "How...big?"

"Oh, really big. We saw a wolf one time. Biiiig bastard, too."

The idea of dealing with wildlife was not something that she'd actually thought about. Around Haven, there really wasn't much. Something about the location pushed most of them away, and a lot of the old factories didn't have that issue, considering that the wildlife had been purged from the areas long ago according to the old databases. Having to deal with that here, now, when she wasn't at her best, did not fill her with confidence.

Nor did seeing Rosalyn with a weapon, for that matter. It wasn't exactly a knife on a stick that the other Lucario Barbie was using, but it was something relatively dangerous. Rosalyn, from the looks of things, had taken a metal rod from one of the conveyor belts, attached a jagged bit of metal to the tip to make it like a spear, and had attached aluminum shreds to the other side, like a mace head. It meant that she could stab and smack things around, and have a pretty good chance of ripping them up with either side.

The thought of what that weapon could do to her would have sent shivers down her spine, if she wasn't already dealing with trembles from other sources.

"So, you're coming along with us, huh?" Rosalyn said, shaking her head. "Great. I gotta look after the swearing bubble-brain and now I gotta look after you?"

"I'm just doing this because I have to. It's not like I want to do this."

"Yeah, whatever. Same difference."

"Yeah, but you can't just leave the harem bitch out there, can you, motherfucker?" Panty asked, her face innocent and smiling. "It's against the ruuuuules."

"...Fuck off."

Shaking her head, Lucia pulled on her last layer. The cold wasn't touching her anymore in the warehouse, but she knew that it was going to get worse as soon as they walked out the door. She took a deep breath that she didn't need, mostly filling her chassis with air that would be warmer than the outside, and did what she could to quarantine that warmth somewhere inside of her.

"Alright, so...what are we harvesting?"

"Motherfucking energy fruit, of course," Panty said. "Gotta get them all before the cold does. Only about fifty plants ready for harvest, though, so we shouldn't be too long."

Fifty. Considering that there were places in Haven with similar plants, that meant that one plant could take five minutes to harvest. There were three of them, which meant that each of them would have to take either sixteen or seventeen to actually get what they needed.

Sixteen, at best, times five, meant about eighty minutes, or an hour and twenty. They were going to be pushing it, but it'd be just about doable.

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I can't believe that we're doing this.

There was snow on the ground that came all the way up to her waist, and even with the various cloth layers that she wore, she could feel the fluids and coolants and lubricants running through her limbs getting more and more sluggish. None of them had frozen just yet, but they were thicker than they had been, which meant that her reaction times were slowed. The silicone in her ass cheeks and chest was almost completely frozen, and no matter how she moved, nothing bounced or jiggled anymore. It just stayed where it was, frozen, stiff, and hard.

She didn't shiver in the cold the way that others might have done. She felt it, but it was more like she was being informed of it. No, she was more concerned about the way that some of the wiring around her replacement leg was firing off in the wrong way, not quite fitted to the new leg, and worse, not quite suited for the cold. Every little spark meant that there was more energy being wasted, and the cold was making that worse, too.

Looking across the small, snow-covered orchard around the side of the factory, she could see Panty and Rosalyn moving quickly, using little tools to cut the fruits from the trees so that they could keep moving. They'd each cleared eight, while Lucia had barely managed to strip three. The difference in speed was noticeable, and every time that she saw Rosalyn looking at her, it was clear that the other Lucario was grumbling about how slow she was.

Not my fault that I haven't done this before...

Checking her internal information, she saw that her battery was down to seventy-percent. It was draining faster than she expected, and she wondered if it was the gaps in the leg joint allowing the cold more access to her core than the others had. If she'd lost thirty-percent of her power supply just getting to the orchard and stripping three of the sixteen trees, there was no way that she would be able to get all of them done and still get back inside. She had maybe six more trees left in her, and then she'd need to start high-tailing it back to warmth. After all, Rosalyn hated her, and she wouldn't be surprised if the other Lucario forced Panty to leave her in the snow to deactivate for good.

Just keep picking. Just keep picking.

Lucia welcomed the strain on her servos and mechanical parts, knowing that any friction in there would serve to bring a little bit of heat back to her limbs and inner parts. She tried to run her internals on an overclock, seeing if it would help counter the cold, but it only ran her power down faster, so she gave up on that in short order. Picking, moving quickly, and trying to keep active enough to keep her parts heated were her only options.

She was up to her seventh tree when she heard it. A soft crunch of something heavy on snow filled her audio sensors, and she paused in mid-stretch for one of the fruits. She slowly turned, panning her eyes on the snow-filled horizon, looking through the white that fell from the sky.

She took almost too long to find the little black eyes that were staring at her from a snow bank nearly twenty feet away. Lucia's eyes widened in turn, and she threw the voice volume up as high as she could as she shouted.

"Fox!"

The shout echoed across the orchard as the beast leaped from the bank, darting towards them with a hiss and a yip. It leaped over the trees, digging its narrow muzzle through them, biting and snapping as it went.

Lucia threw herself to the ground, barely avoiding the first swipe of a paw, and she felt the snow collapse just behind her as the fox's muzzle darted in and bit down. She squirmed forward, throwing herself along even as the snow started to slide into her clothes. Dragging herself through the snow, trying to keep under it, was the only thing that she could think of to avoid getting ripped to shreds.

No, no, no, no!

Something approximating terror filled her processors, reminding her of all that she had faced in the wild before. Raiders were horrifying, but the wildlife was something else entirely. They were random, without reason, and they were huge. At least with raiders, you could deal with what they did, you could talk with them, bargain if you had the resources and the guts to try. There was nothing you could do against the monsters except run or fight. Lucia had nothing to fight with.

The fruits were barely staying in the pack attached to her back, but she didn't dare stop. If she didn't get some distance, then securing the fruits would only mean that the fox stole them along with her. Distance, distance, distance!

She didn't know where Panty or Rosalyn were, but she would bet that they'd already started running back to the warehouse, back into the building. They would have left her to be grabbed by the animal, left to die when her power ran out in the cold. Panty might have stuck around to save her, but there was no way that she could have taken on the fox, and Rosalyn would have made her run off with her.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Suddenly, the fox's muzzle dove in through the snow ahead of her, and a chance twist snapped down just ahead of her hand. She pulled it back at the last second, but now the fox knew where she was. Lucia threw herself upright, hoping she could find something, anything left behind for a weapon, but -

The fox slammed her down with one paw, knocking her off her feet and sending her flying into the side of the warehouse. She grunted as she hit it and bounced off, sliding down the metal wall to hit the snowy earth. Groaning under her breath, she lifted her head to see the fox snarling, slowly approaching with head low and eyes angry.

"Come on...this isn't fair..."

Dragging herself upright, she shook her head, slowly pushing the fruit bag off her shoulder and dropping it in the snow. It wasn't much, but maybe the others could get it when they came out. Maybe it'd stay good long enough to have something they could harvest from it.

The fear programs had already been displaced, reduced down to acceptance. She had been caught, and there was nothing more that she could do. Lucia stood there, watching as the fox came closer and closer, its ears pulled back. Probably trying to tune out the noise of her body and the noises that the warehouse made, she imagined. The sounds were probably louder than most animals could tolerate, operating at a high pitch. She would have turned it up if she didn't think that it would wreck her anyway.

Well...guess this is it.

The fox sped up, the white-furred beast loping towards her. Its head lowered -

And then out of nowhere, a high-pitched sound that she could barely register burst through the snow. It was so loud, so piercing that it almost paralyzed her, her cold circuits on the verge of shattering. The fox stumbled, covering its ears with its paws.

That was when Rosalyn struck. The other Lucario leaped from one of the trees, her spear held high, and came down at just the right angle to hit the beast right in the eye. She stabbed down hard, and the fox yelped as loud as it could, tossing its head from side to side, trying to dislodge the determined doll.

"Don't just stand there, you moron! Run!"

Lucia stumbled at first, fighting against the screeching that still filled the air, but Panty was there to meet her after a few steps. The blond human doll pulled her along, and they gradually picked up speed. She grabbed her bag of fruits as she ran, the shrieks of the fox following behind them. The snow crunched and slowly went from waist-deep to knee deep, allowing them to run properly, no longer chilling them quite as much.

They eventually rounded the far side of the warehouse, spinning towards the front door. The sounds of fighting were slowly fading, but there was no sign of Rosalyn by the time that they rounded the doors and stepped inside.

Mitch was there, waiting. The Mewtwo cocked her head slightly to the side.

"Where's Rosalyn?"

"Back there," Lucia said, shaking her head. No need to be out of breath, as they didn't exactly breathe. "A fox came out."

"Hmm. I suppose we should have expected that. They'll be hungry and scavenging as much as anything else."

"That's it? You...you knew?"

"We could have guessed, is more accurate," Mitch said, shaking her head. "And for that, I apologize. I should have anticipated that."

"That motherfucker Rosalyn is still out there, you know," Panty pointed out. "Shouldn't we do something about that?"

"I doubt that we'll need to."

Thump, thump. Thump, thump.

Everyone turned back to the barely-open door to the warehouse, watching as a shadow fell over the snow. A little bit of blood followed, then the end of a spear. Rosalyn stuck her arm through the door, dragging herself through it.

The once-rapist tossed the spear down to the floor, then shut the door behind her. One arm hung damaged at her side, not ripped through, but definitely bitten at least once. The other was still whole, and that seemed to be the only injury that Rosalyn had taken while fighting off the fox. It was kind of astounding, really.

Lucia stared, eyes wide, as the other doll turned around. Rosalyn fixed her with a stare, then smirked.

"You owe me some serious ass-kissing for saving your life."

"You...why?"

"Hey, I just stabbed a fox in the eye for you. If you think you're too good for some ass-kissing after that, I can just go right back out there and throw you into his jaws, fucker."

"That's not what I meant. I mean, why did you save me?"

"Not like I had much of a choice," Rosalyn said, rolling her eyes. "Damn program makes me take care of anyone in the harem."

"But...you were..."

"Gonna rape you?" Rosalyn chuckled. "That's a loophole. 'Teaching' you wouldn't have been hurting you."

"..."

"Rosalyn, get yourself to the repair bay," Mitch said. "We will need to fix that arm of yours."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going."

The other Lucario left, her fat ass shaking slowly as the silicone started heating up again. As she walked off, though, there was a definite glare back. Lucia could feel that glare, that heat, and she knew that this wasn't over between her and the other Lucario. Something big was going to happen in the future, and she was going to have to find a way to take it.

With Rosalyn out of the way, though, there was something else that they needed to take care of. The fruit. She pulled her bag over her shoulder, letting it hang from one arm.

"So, what do I do with this?" she asked.

"I will take them," Mitch said. "I'll have to process them, but the energy drinks should be ready soon enough."

"I don't suppose I can plug into the main?"

"Not today. We are running on a low-power setting until the cold snap starts letting up."

"I was afraid you'd say that."

A quick evaluation confirmed that she was at 65% power. It wasn't good, but it wasn't as bad as it might have been. So long as she didn't do anything stupid overnight or expose herself to more cold than she had to, she should be able to make it through another day or two before she needed the energy drink.

Hopefully.

Here's hoping that Rosalyn doesn't have anything bad in mind...

The End

Summary: Lucia has some fun with her mistress, only to be told that they need to get some fruit that will be converted to a power source for the dolls. What follows is something of an adventure.

Tags: F/F, Gengar, Lucario, rimming, face-sitting, pain play, dolls, androids, series, harem, hacking, mental programming, mind control, spanking, orgasm, cum, pleasure, danger, Mewtwo,