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[b][u][center]The Warehouse’s Haunts

Part 6

For Technophile34

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The replacement leg was a boon to the Lucario doll, but there was only so much that fixing her damaged parts could do against the cold that followed. True to the predictions that Mitch and Jennie had made, the temperatures dropped well below freezing, and the door was so cold that it sealed shut, the metal bound to itself. The only good thing about that was that they didn’t have a draft coming through to freeze them the rest of the way, but it only kept the warehouse interior at the level of a fridge rather than a freezer. The cold still permeated the air, got into everything, and every single member of the harem kept themselves as idle as possible, bundling up and covering their power cores as best they could to keep the cold from draining their batteries.

It was horrendous, and it was worse for Lucia. She was still the outsider, despite the fact that the other members of the harem had been rather welcoming…for the most part. She was still terrified of Rosalyn, particularly after the last session with her. No damage, really, but at the same time…

Well, she had avoided the rapist since.

Right at that moment, she was desperately covered up under a blanket that was big enough for three dolls, sharing it with Panty and Amy-Mon. The Cyberdramon doll was in the middle, her arms outstretched and pulling the two of them in close. They had all agreed to overclock, both for the sake of heat and because they could restore any lost energy when Mitch came around with more of the energy drinks.

For all that she was hating the cold, the other two seemed used to it. Panty even smiled. The blond human doll looked at her from the other side of the taller doll, looking just under the Cyberdramon’s breasts.

“What’s the matter with you, motherfucker? You look like you just swallowed a mouthful of shit.”

“Do you always have to talk like that?” Lucia asked.

“What? You think I should clean up my motherfucking language or some shit? Nah, bitch, I’m going to talk like this forever.”

“…Is that Jennie’s doing?”

“Nah, that’s just the way I was made. Heh. So, what’s the matter? Who pissed down your leg?”

“Nothing’s the matter.”

“Bulllllshit,” Panty said with a giggle and a sing-song tone. “Wouldn’t you call bullshit on that, Amy-Mon?”

“Yes.”

The single word was that much more emphatic in its isolation, and Lucia grumbled, lowering her head against Amy-Mon’s stomach. Her mouth opened, closed, and then just grumbled and mumbled against the bigger doll’s chassis.

“You need more heat, bitch?”

“No.”

“You need more of the blanket?”

“No.”

“Do you need more –”

“No, no, no…”

It was hard for her to say what she needed, because quite honestly, she wasn’t sure just what she needed herself. All she knew was that something was wrong, and that she didn’t like what her processor was telling her to do.

[i]Sex. Get sex. Sex. Get sex.[/i]

That was what kept repeating in the back of her mind, always telling her to spread her legs and offer herself up to the other dolls. It would be a good way to make heat, in truth, but at the same time, she knew herself well enough to know that wasn’t the only reason that this offer wanted to be made. She wanted to get…fucked. Used. Wanted to be pushed down and taken the way that Jennie would do, or Rosalyn. Her body wanted to be not just rutted and fucked, but abused and humiliated.

That wasn’t supposed to be a thing for her. She was supposed to be relatively independent as a doll went. Yes, she was supposed to obey, but that was just obeying, not wanting. Why the hell did this keep getting worse?

[i]I hope Mitch found something with the scan…[/i]

It was getting harder to hold out hope for that, though. They were several days past the scan, and Mitch had been avoiding her. Or at least, that was how it felt. She’d not seen the Mewtwo for a while, and it felt like she was taking particular care to avoid her, to keep her head down, to avoid being there. The energy drinks that she needed, her ration of them, were given in bottles rather than through the same direct applications that the others got, and she couldn’t see why she’d be getting special treatment.

She squirmed a bit closer to Amy-Mon’s side, taking some comfort in the feeling of another doll pressed against her and trying to substitute that for the various needs that were growing down in her core. She already knew that the numbers were adding up, that the various sliding scales of need and want were already determined to make this worthless in the long run, but for now, it was keeping the worst of the urges at bay.

Cuddling rather than fucking. It at least gave her something in the way of contact, and it was better than nothing. She nuzzled her head under the Cyberdramon’s breasts in a desperate attempt to keep it that way.

“Lucia.”

“Mmmph?” she grunted back at Amy-Mon.

“Are you okay?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to be here.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not me.”

“But you are safe.”

She was, and that was one of the only reasons that she was still here. If she had lost that promise, if she had found some sort of danger for her in the warehouse beyond what Rosalyn presented, then the deal would have been null and void in her mind.

That said, she didn’t care that she was safe. She barely cared that she had a way of staying alive against the cold out there. What she cared about, what she wanted, was figuring out why she was getting messed with so badly. This wasn’t what she was supposed to be. This wasn’t what she wanted to be when she had become a female doll, when she had become a Barbie. She was supposed to be herself, her own person.

And yet, here she was, part of a harem and hoping for more abuse. The longer she stayed here, the worse it got. Was it any wonder that she was quietly, low-key freaking out beneath the public persona?

The Lucario doll shook her head, imitating a sigh as she tried to get a better position. Her arms clicked a bit more than usual, her joints stiff in the cold since the heat of her processor only truly permeated her core. She wished it would go further, but, well, there was only so much that blankets, overclocking, and numbers could do.

The way that Panty and Amy-Mon looked at her made it clear that they wanted to say something, but didn’t know what. Their expressions were more obvious than they thought. Or maybe Lucia had just gotten better at reading them. They pitied her, and she didn’t like that.

[i]I’m not supposed to be like this.[/i]

Not like a slut, at least. She should have been some powerful doll, an explorer, someone that had a good processor and a good motivator. Instead, she was starting to look forward to the next time that someone would come along and rip her a new one. Almost literally, considering that she still had some strange fantasies from when Rosalyn had ripped her mouth during that face-fuck last time.

[i]That’s wrong. That’s wrong.[/i]

And yet, it was so right.

She trembled in a way that had nothing to do with the cold, and Amy-Mon gently pulled her closer, allowing her to nest under her breasts. The silicone was far from as soft as she would have liked, but it was better than nothing.

Just as Panty started to rub her head, there was the click, click, click sound of someone walking along the catwalk path. They looked up, all three of them, and spotted a very well-bundled Mewtwo doll making her way up. Mitch was wearing her usual high-heels, but she was walking with more stiffness than before. Lucia imagined that her legs were almost completely locked up from the cold, all things considered.

The doll walked up to where they were resting near one of the lightbulbs of the factory, then pulled her outer layer open. Lucia knew what was coming, but despite having seen this before, she had a hard time not watching as the Mewtwo doll took her breasts out and put them on display.

They were even bigger than they had been before, looking like a pair of udders, almost. They still only had the one nipple, of course, but they were massive, of a size that would have ripped through the average top without even trying. They were so big that she was half-sure that they would have ripped her right off her feet if her breasts had been that big.

[i]Never thought someone else would outclass me in the chest,[/i] she thought, watching as they jiggled. They were the only pair that still did in this cold; even Jennie, for all that she tried to hog the heat down on the lower levels, was stiff in the chest, while there was something to the more flesh-like pair that the Mewtwo had that made them wobbly even now. They jiggled as she leaned down, offering one of them to Panty.

“You first, then we’ll let Lucia go – nnnnngh!”

For the first time, Mitch’s stoic face twisted up in a rather comedic sort of face of arousal. It was clear that she was trying to fight it, to keep the stoic expression going, but whatever Panty was doing to her nipple was making her gasp, fight a moan, and then let it out. Her face twisted up in embarrassed arousal as she got…rather vocal, really, about how much she liked having her breast suckled at.

It was embarrassing enough that even Lucia looked away, trying not to stare too much. It was hard, too, considering that she rather wanted to.

“Sorry,” was all she could think to say.

“Don’t – ah – be sorry. This happens – mmph – every time.”

“Why?”

“Mistress – ah! – mistress Jennie.”

That would explain a lot. The Mewtwo was so stoic and stern most of the time that she really didn’t seem to have a soft spot for anything. The fact that she made any sort of face while nursing was weird.

Knowing that it came from Jennie, though? That explained everything.

Panty suckled away, leaning her head from side to side. It wasn’t milk that came from those breasts, of course. The blue-tinged liquid that occasionally leaked from Panty’s lips was entirely battery-boosting fluid, energy drink that had been converted from the fruits that they’d managed to harvest from the outside. Lucia didn’t know how it worked, but she knew enough to know that Mitch converted the stuff and stored the liquid in her breasts to be dispensed when needed.

She didn’t know what had happened to make it so that she had to drink the energy lactation this time rather than get a can, but she imagined that it had something to do with the fact that she was just here, rather than in her room. There were other dolls around, so it was just better to get it done in a group.

Panty suckled, twisted her head to the side, and then licked the nipple one last time. Mitch spasmed ever so slightly at the touch, then shook her head.

“You love to torment me.”

“You love it.”

“I’m made to like it. A clear difference, Panty-yyyyyy!”

It was a louder yelp at that particular suck and nibble, and even Lucia had a hard time keeping her giggle from coming out. She managed to slam down on it, keep the electric signal from leaving her processor and going to her voice box, but there was a bad feeling behind it. Sort of a choked, clogged feeling that kept her from saying anything as the blond human doll pulled her head back. Mitch delicately dabbed the edge of her coat against her nipple first – obviously keeping the liquid from freezing to her – and then did the same to Panty’s lips.

“That feeds her. Now, your turn, Lucia.”

“Do I have to…”

“Yes.”

The Mewtwo doll leaned down, her blouse pulled open enough to frame her breasts without entirely uncovering them. The other nipple pointed at her mouth, and she sighed, opening her mouth just enough to allow the pointed tip to slide between.

Unlike when she was licking around Rosalyn’s asshole or when she was between Jennie’s cheeks, the feeling of that nipple in her mouth wasn’t so bad. It didn’t have much of a taste, either, other than something that was vaguely fruity. It was obviously the drink on the other side, and she did her best to focus on that rather than the fact that she was about to suckle it from another doll’s breasts.

She pulled, and it flowed.

The taste was sweet, alright, sweet, sugary, and more than slightly cloying. She would have expected something sharper, but she supposed that there was only so much that you could get from energy fruit. She closed her eyes tightly, trying not to be too embarrassed by having to recharge this way.

“So, what’s going on with the Mistress?” Amy-Mon asked over her head.

“She is pouting.”

“Not liking going into energy conservation mode?”

“I had her turn off her heat, dear.”

“Oh. She’s going to be angry.”

“Very. I expect that she’ll want to take it out on someone’s rear end.”

“I’ll volunteer. I can take it.”

“I appreciate it, Amy. I would do it myself, but…”

“Yeah. I know.”

Lucia was rather grateful, too. She knew that she could have easily been the one called down for Jennie to vent her frustration on, but she doubted that her ass cheeks could take a beating in the current state. The silicone back there was all but rock solid, and she didn’t think that she could go through that kind of beating right now. She’d lose it. Lose herself, for that matter.

[i]And yet, you want it.[/i]

That process was still coiling around and mutating in her core, and she groaned as she forced down another mouthful of the energy drink. It had brought her battery back up to 80% so far, and she knew that there was a great deal more to recharge.

At the same time, she finally had Mitch here. She should ask about the program stuff, if only to make sure that she wasn’t going to be in danger.

“Has she been well?” Mitch asked, gesturing down at her.

“She’s been…okay,” Amy-Mon said.

“She’s been a motherfucking downer, Mitch,” Panty added

“Really? About what?”

“She won’t talk about it.”

“I’d be surprised if he didn’t.”

“Well, I’m not [i]making[/i] her talk, am I?”

“That’s a fair point.”

Mitch gently rested her hand on Lucia’s head, and she was slowly pushed back from the nipple. Guessing what was coming next, she resisted for a moment, but she didn’t have much of a choice. She was pushed back and Mitch held her back about a foot away from the dripping little nub.

As the Mewtwo wiped it clean, she looked her right in the eyes and spoke.

“I need you to tell me what’s wrong. You will tell me what’s wrong.”

Unlike when the others had been asking, this was an order. It was forcing her to do it, and the core of her programing, all wound up in that temporary order from the Gengar doll, forced her to answer.

“I don’t want to be a slut. I don’t like what this is doing to me, and I’m scared.”

“Scared?”

“I’m scared I won’t want to leave when it’s all done. I’m scared it’s corrupting me permanently.”

“Oh, it is,” Panty said.

All eyes flicked to the human doll. Lucia’s eyes went wide, and the overclocked state that she had been in for the past three hours suddenly had a good purpose for being that way.

“W-what?”

“Oh…oops. Fuck me, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Panty.”

“Uh, forget I said that. Mother fucker, I’m dumb.”

“She…” Lucia looked around at the other dolls. “She’s lying, right? Or wrong?”

Amy-Mon sighed, rubbing the back of her neck, while Mitch rubbed the bridge of her nose. There was no denial of what had passed Panty’s lips, and the Lucario Barbie’s circuits felt like they were heating up, the internal boost of activity suddenly heating up [i]everything.[/i] Mitch shook her head.

“You were supposed to keep that silent, Panty.”

“I’m sorry. It just…you know how shit slips out.”

“Yes. But not usually so easily.”

“She…” Lucia gulped. “She’s not lying…is she? This is….this is corrupting me permanently?”

“…” Mitch shook her head. “It’s not corrupting you.”

“But I wasn’t like this before. I –”

“It’s not corrupting you. It’s doing what it’s supposed to do. The code is…permanent.”

“…What?”

The word came out far more stably and less harshly than she expected. Perhaps it was because parts of her were already in damage-control, keeping the worst of the damage from her over-worked core from spreading through the rest of her insides. Her RAM was worked to the limits, and everything that wasn’t one-hundred percent necessary was being shut down to conserve energy for this.

“When Mistress Jennie alters you, there is no way for her to make it temporary. She changes something, and it is, from then on, permanent. She has to work around it in other codings if she wants to change it.

“In other words, the moment that you allowed yourself to become part of the harem, the moment that you allowed her into your head, you were doomed.”

“I…I…”

She was going to pop. She was going to pop. She didn’t know how she was going to handle this, but she wasn’t going to handle it well.

[i]They lied to me.[/i]

That much was clear. Not just Jennie, but all of them. They’d told her lies, let her believe that this was just happening the way that it was supposed to, that she was going to be free to leave when a week was over. It had all been lies.

And now, she was doomed.

She twitched, one finger at first, then her arm. By the time that she realized that it was going through her entire body, that she was spasming out of control, the other dolls had leaped at her and pinned her down. Amy-Mon provided most of the weight that held her down, while Panty sat on her legs, keeping her from kicking. Mitch reached around the back of her head and –

There must have been something inserted into a jack or whatever, because she went from conscious to shutdown in less than a second.

#

When she booted again, she was no longer on the catwalk. Instead, she was back in the infirmary, her head sticking over the edge of the table and her belly against the table. Her arms were tied back against the metal slab, and she had something pressed into the back of her neck. The occasional stream of ones and zeroes poured down over her vision, making her go from seeing the world to seeing the code.

As she stared down into the green lines, then the dull floor, then the lines again, she heard someone walking around her. Someone click, click, clicking against the floor. That was probably Mitch, then, the Mewtwo walking around her.

She opened her mouth, but her voice box refused to work. She could only work her jaw.

“Sorry about the way that we’re doing this, but I needed to keep you restrained for this.”

“…”

“You are free to hate me for lying to you. I did not wish to, but Mistress Jennie made it clear that it had to happen this way.”

“…”

“You may speak with me by thinking. The words will appear in the code for me to read.”

“[i]What are you doing to me now?[/i]”

“I’m making sure that you aren’t going to lose control like that again. The revelation didn’t do any favors to your processor, and I am trying to ensure that it manages to maintain itself when you aren’t in safe mode later.”

So, she was in safe mode. That made a little bit of sense, at least. It would keep her from flailing around, and it was keeping any of the more intense programs from booting up and doing something to her. She wasn’t going to lose any real resources, either.

“[i]…Why didn’t you tell me?[/i]”

“You only agreed to stay because you believed that this was temporary. If we had told you the truth, then you would have tried to run, and you would have died.”

“[i]That sounds like a you reason.[/i]”

“That’s because it is. Mistress Jennie had her own reasons. Those were mine.”

“[i]…Why do you do what she says?[/i]”

“Because she is my mistress.”

“[i]But you’re not controlled the same way that the others are.[/i]”

The click-tick sound of the Mewtwo walking around stopped, and she knew that she was right. She pushed a little bit harder.

“[i]You have the same programming, but you weren’t forced. Not really.[/i]”

“…That is correct. How did you know?”

“[i]I guessed. The others talk about her differently than you did. Either you were programmed differently, or…[/i]”

“I see that I am not as subtle as I assumed I was.”

“[i]Subtle? You’ve never been subtle.[/i]”

“…I suppose I have that blunt charm.”

The Mewtwo stepped closer to her, leaning against the table. She felt a hand against her back, gently rubbing along her spine. It was not something done in easy comfort, but rather a gesture that felt like it was done because it was programmed in to know that this was what one did to try and make someone feel better.

It didn’t work. She felt worse.

“I met Mistress Jennie a long time ago. She was alone here, at the time, and had been developing different programs and alterations thereof for the dolls in the factory. She would bring them online, only to find them breaking down as soon as she stopped directing them. It took some time for me to make her understand that there was a way for her to have her fun without utterly destroying the dolls in the process.

“She was pleased, and asked me if I would like to take one of the dolls with me. I declined.”

“[i]So…why did you stay?[/i]”

“There was something about her. Something that, despite all of her childishness and selfishness, that appealed to me. She…lived. She pushed herself, and her luck, and everyone around her constantly. There was no stopping her in anything that she wanted to do, not if she really wanted it. It was…invigorating, in a way. I had stopped seeing much hope for people in the world until then, and she brought it back.

“So, I offered to stay with her. She was afraid of taking companions, so I helped her figure out how to reprogram a living doll’s mind.”

“[i]You told her how to change you?![/i]”

“Yes.”

“[i]Why?[/i]”

“Because it made her feel safe. And more, I was willing to submit to her if it meant that I would be able to keep seeing her do things. She is, in her own way, a genius. She could do far more if she ever left here, but at the very least, I will see her doing amazing things with what she has. And with me at her side, she will not destroy everything in the process.”

“[i]I thought you said she was a genius?[/i]”

“Yes. A stable one, however, she is not.”

“[i]…You never said why you lied to me. Or why it was okay.[/i]”

Mitch shook her head. The hand stopped on her spine, moving up to her neck, instead. For a moment, she thought that she might be getting unplugged, and that sent a spark of fear through her, imagining just what might happen to her mind if she was suddenly unplugged from something that was actively modifying her.

But the finger just lingered there, rubbing and stroking instead.

“I cannot say what my thoughts were, but I can guess at Mistress Jennie’s.”

“[i]What do you think they were?[/i]”

“Hope, mostly.”

“[i]Hope? What the hell?[/i]”

“She believes that anything that she comes up with is the best idea that anyone could ever have. She believes that anyone else will only come up with a less-good version of her ideas, and so she feels completely justified with moving forward. I have only occasionally convinced her otherwise.

“In this case, she doubtlessly believed that you would come to see this ‘slavery’ as the best possible thing for you. She finds you very appealing, and she believed that you would find her appealing.”

“[i]Right. Because anyone that’s forced to obey learns to LOVE their masters.[/i]”

“As I said, unstable genius.” Mitch sighed. “She has, however, been more right than wrong.”

Lucia didn’t know if she could believe that, but at the same time, she had seen just how the others felt. Even Rosalyn, rough and raping Rosalyn, was willing enough to submit to Jennie. Yes, she found every loophole that she could possibly find, but she still did it. She still was more than willing to give in after a certain point.

[i]Why, though? Why would anyone…[/i]

She knew that there was a part of the program that made her enjoy being forced down, that made her like submitting. Was that the same for everyone else?

Maybe, maybe not. She stared down at the floor as the numbers started glowing brighter behind her eyes again, and she knew that she was getting altered. She could feel the different little pieces being changed. Not behavioral, not this time, but rather alterations, new pathways for input and sensory difficulty to go, unlocking possibilities with her RAM and checking for places where upgrades could be placed. Not many, she imagined, but then again, Mitch seemed to be the one that did the maintenance. Maybe she knew where things could go that Lucia didn’t.

In any case, she was distracted enough to not really notice what was happening to her lower half until Mitch had a finger inside of her. She gasped as her ass cheeks were parted, that one digit wiggling about slowly.

“[i]Mmmph…what are you…doing…[/i]”

“Making sure that all the sensory parts back there still work. You almost burned out a few receptors during your panic.”

“[i]Really?[/i]”

“Really.”

One finger became two, then three. The stretch was surprisingly pleasant, and the casual domination by the Mewtwo was different to what she got from Jennie or from Rosalyn. There wasn’t that feeling of being utterly humiliated or hunted or owned that she got from either of the other two. This was just something casual, something that was required, so it just happened. There was no getting around it or getting away from it, it just happened.

And even that was enough to get her aroused again, much to her frustration. She grumbled in her head, feeling the pleasure rising as the three fingers pounded in and out of her, forcing her asshole to flutter and loosen. She groaned as the juices started to gather back there, redirected lines running out of her back-end now, making it easier and wetter for her to be taken.

And then, just as she was getting close to getting off, it stopped. The fingers slid out, and she slumped back down.

“[i]Mmmph…[/i]”

“You don’t need to cum right now. For now, just relax. You’ve worn yourself out, and you need to relax before you can properly recharge. A stiff, tense chassis doesn’t lend itself well to proper charging.”

“[i]Since when are you the expert?[/i]”

“Since I woke up.”

“[i]Smart-ass.[/i]”

“My secondary processor is located just beneath my left cheek, so you are technically correct.”

That wasn’t a little factoid that she’d been expecting to hear, but it was a silly little thing. Silly enough to get her giggling hard enough to avoid noticing everything that the Mewtwo was doing to her head.

Eventually, she was carefully unplugged, then unrestrained. She was able to sit up, though with some wobbles, and Mitch guided her out of the infirmary and back to her room. There was the chance to do…something, but she was hard-pressed to say what it was. Everything felt a bit dull, a bit hard to focus on compared to the order that had been left in the order queue to get some rest and allow the system to do a full restart.

She didn’t know why Mitch had forced that in. She was just about at that point of wanting it, anyway.

As she was laid into her bed, she closed her eyes and drifted off. Her programs shut down, and then there was a slight hint of blue behind her eyes before she slipped the rest of the way into unconsciousness. Tomorrow would be another day, and she’d be a slightly different person to face it.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Lucia is trying to deal with the cold and a building addiction, but there’s something big that she doesn’t know that’s going to turn her world upside-down.

Tags: F/F, snuggling, androids, robots, dolls, Lucario, Cyberdramon, Human, Mewtwo, lactation, energy drink, fingering, anal, bondage, reprogramming, overheating, malfunction, problems, series,