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RWBY's Adult Merchandise (Part 2)
🕑 Added 2020-06-10 18:11:03 +0000 UTCAlrighty folks, here's part 2 of the piece started last week for an anonymous commissioner, as the latter half of team RWBY get in on the fun! Hope you enjoy.
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Blake hit the ground in a perfect three-point landing, and immediately rolled to her feet, Gambol Shroud in her hands. The faunus was no stranger to dangerous situations, and as soon as the floor vanished out from under her she knew better than to stay still and let whatever trap the villains had sprung have its way with her. Unfortunately she reckoned without the floor she landed on suddenly lurching forwards, knocking her off balance for a critical moment – just long enough for metal cuffs to clamp around her wrists and ankles.
“Gah!” She cried out as her arms and legs were yanked into a spread position, holding her in a sort of X shape, her weapon going flying. “Damnit!” If they’d been just a second slower she could have used her semblance to escape, but it wasn’t to be. She was well and truly caught here.
“Subject secured. Beginning process.”
The floor began to move again. Looking around, Blake finally saw what she was ‘standing’ on – a conveyer belt, travelling through a dark tunnel – though obviously the darkness didn’t mean much to a faunus. The tunnel curved up ahead though, so she couldn’t see where it was going. The walls were lined with groves and panels, some of which the metal arms that held her wrists and ankles were ravelling along. Concerning.
The dark haired huntress frowned and gave her arm a pull to test the strength of her bindings. No good, they were firm. She’d have to figure something else out to escape.
“Starting ST dust exposure.”
“What?” Blake blinked, looking ahead. There was an iris type door that spun open as she moved closer, slamming shut behind her and leaving her in a small room filled with fog – or dust? What was ST dust supposed to- pointless question. Whatever it was, it had to be bad.
The conveyer belt stopped, leaving the cat faunus hanging in place, trapped in the middle of a swirling blue mist of strange dust. She took the opportunity to try to struggle again, but just as before she couldn’t get her restraints to budge an inch. So that left other forms of resistance. The machine had stuck her in here for a reason – maybe whatever this dust was, it was toxic to breathe in? Most forms of dust weren’t great for your lungs. Deciding on better safe than sorry, Blake held her breath… But the seconds she hung in place quickly became minutes, and the belt showed no sign of moving. Eventually, feeling like her lungs were about to burst, she gasped for air.
The dust tasted of plastic on her tongue.
Still, there didn’t seem to be any other side effects. She felt fine… At least, she didn’t feel poisoned or ill, so… Ugh, what the hell was the point of all of this?
“Recommended exposure achieved. Administering minor catalyst field and proceeding.”
The metal arms glowed blue and Blake gasped again, feeling a sudden surge of energy flowing through her. It didn’t last for long, and it was hardly unpleasant – it felt like the burn of a good jog around the block, and left her feeling oddly warm.
The conveyer picked up, carrying her along, through another iris door and back into the dark series of tunnels. Blake coughed and shook herself, the warm feeling still spreading through her, accompanied by a wave of tingles that washed through her from head to toe. Her skin prickled, and her clothes felt uncomfortably tight all of a sudden. She grimaced. What had they just done to her?
Her silent question went unanswered as she found herself being carried into another room, the conveyer door once again closing behind her. This one had clean air, at least, but it was filled with a variety of worrying looking blades and tools on hanging robot limbs. Blake looked around at them nervously. “Some kind of… torture chamber…?”
“Subject showing elevated stress levels. Administering catalyst field pacification.”
The cuffs glowed blue again, and this time Blake moaned as the warm feeling flooded through her, soaking into every part of her body. Heat started to sizzle inside her, her heart beginning to pound and her breath drawing heavy. She was starting to sweat, her clothes feeling all the more confining. The huntress tried to clear her head, shaking herself to try to think clearly, but the heat, the heat was just too much – she needed to cool down, she needed relief!
“Pacification achieved. Removing extraneous material.”
She barely noticed at the mechanical limbs began to move, drawing closer and swiping at her clothes, slicing cleanly through her jacket and belt, cutting through her top from collar to base, severing her bra with the same motion… Even scoring her pants and shoes right off her, ruining each garment in the process and leaving her utterly naked as every scrap of clothing she possessed fell into a torn-up heap on the floor beneath her before being swept away by another machine, never to be seen again.
All she felt was relief, breathing deeply as the cool air chilled her now bare skin, her nipples hardening and sticking out from her breasts proudly as they rose and fell. The heat inside kept her more than warm enough, and she barely noticed as the conveyer belt began to move her on again, still swimming in her hot haze as her bare body was carried through another dark tunnel.
Eventually she started to come back to herself though, blinking slowly before her eyes widened and she realised she was completely naked. “Wh-what the…” She muttered, trying to twist in her restraints to get a better look at herself. How had this happened? Panic started to rise. She had to get out of here, no-
“Subject prepared. Beginning full catalysation.”
Blake looked up. She had been brought into yet another room, and this one was completely empty. Suspiciously empty. Once again she tried to slip out of her restraints, but if being naked gave you super powers, escaping tight handcuffs was not one of them. There was nothing she could do to avoid the surging blue glow, or the energy that flooded into her.
She was better prepared this time though, and fought to steady her mind. As the heat inside her built she kept her head calm, gritting her teeth to try to push back against the feelings working to consume her. But this time it was so much stronger, the glow so much brighter. Even despite herself she couldn’t stop her body from reacting, her nipples hardening, her lower lips beginning to drip. The need for relief was worse than ever, and she found herself wriggling in her bindings – not to escape, but to try to ease some of the boiling pressure that was building within. The heat that was really starting to become an inferno in her chest… and between her legs.
And the energy didn’t let up, still pouring into her, the heat building and building… As much as she tried to fight, by the time she heard the next announcement she would have done anything to satisfy the incredible need that thrummed through her soul.
“Subject at acceptable levels of arousal. Offering relief.”
Relief? Blake’s eyes snapped open, just in time to see a rounded metal rod rising from the ground beneath her. Did they… did they really think that she would…?
Another surge of energy drew a desperate moan from the catgirl and sent her hips bucking. Oh god! Oh god! Yes, please, hurry up! She needed- she needed- No!
No, she shook her head, trying to clear it. She wasn’t going to allow this! There was no way she could let this happen. She could fight! She would resist! She wasn’t so desperate for relief that she’d get herself off on a metal cock substitute for whatever sicko had designed this perverted ride! She… She…
Cool metal brushed up against the inside of her thighs. She could feel it just beneath her. She could move away – she had just enough give in her restraints. But… but maybe it might help? Getting some relief might dampen this heat, allow her to think clearly. Maybe… maybe just a little… She could just use it a bit and then stop…
The huntress was caught in indecision… and thus, she didn’t move away, allowing the metal rod to rise up until it slid up against her dripping nethers. A chill, a shudder of pure desire ran up her spine. One last time, she hesitated.
So her body acted without her, plunging down and driving the shaft deep inside. And all thoughts of resistance or dignity flew out the window. It felt so good. She threw her head back, gasping in pure delight, and then lifted her hips again, dropping them and drive the shaft deeper. Almost without any thought at all she began fucking the rod silly, practically drooling as her pleasure pumped directly into her soul.
She didn’t really notice as her tits swelled up a couple of cup sizes, or as the muscles in her arms and legs began to fade. Why should she care, when she was feeling this good? She didn’t give a damn even as her legs shrank away entirely, sliding upwards and being absorbed back into her body, leaving her (slightly fatter) ass as her profound new base. And she might have worried when the same happened to her arms, her hands disappearing into now smooth shoulders, if only because it meant she now had no more leverage to fuck herself on this mechanical dildo – but that was the moment when the rod began to vibrate and pump for itself, and the fantastical burst of pleasure that exploded in her brain was more than enough to wash those cares away.
“Target shape achieved. Reducing subject to recommended size.”
The words sailed in through one ear and out the other as a purple light shone down on Blake, who simply vibrated away, still lost in a euphoric fucking. She moaned and grunting in glee, compelteyl oblivious as her whole body – or what was left of it – began to shrink inwards, her frame steadily dwindling faster and faster. Her mass and weight just evaporated, until she was no more than a twelfth of her original height – and just the right size to be gripped in a single palm.
The only thought that crossed the cat girl in heat’s mind was delight that the cock inside of her was so much bigger.
“Size calibration complete. Beginning final conversion.”
Miraculously, those words seemed to reach her, and some part of her mind, deep, deep within, hidden in her very core, realised that this was her last chance. That she had to fight now, had to resist what was happening, or she would be lost forever. She gathered all of her will, all of her power into this one final, desperate stand. She was a faunus, not a fucktoy!
And then the metal shaft inside her glowed blue, and began to slam even deeper, the rod penetrating so deep she felt like it reached all the way into her brain, delivering a payload of pleasure directly into the heart of her head. Her gritted teeth grimace became more of a desperate attempt not to squeal in delight, the edges of her lips quirking up into an involuntary smile. F-f-faunus, not- not a fucktoy!
Another pump. Another mind melting burst of pleasure.
She was a faunus, not a fucktoy!
Pump.
F-faunus, not… not…
Pump.
… Fucktoy?
Pump.
She- She was a… She was a f… A… Fucktoy…? Not a faunus…
Pump.
She was a fucktoy… Not a faunus…
Pump.
She was a fucktoy, not a faunus!
Blake would never have a chance to realise her mistake. Her confused revelation brought all of her defenses tumbling down at once, her mind dissolving under the delightful deluge. She yowled in glee, her eyes rolling up, her tongue lolling out of her mouth in an expression of pure bliss as a wave of black spread out from her pussy lips, converting warm, wet flesh into cold, smooth plastic. It swept over her from padded ass to inflated boobs, mindlessly crossed eyes to erect ears, and froze every feature in place, obliterating the huntress and leaving nothing but an onahole, a sex toy, in her place.
“Conversion complete. Have a nice day.”
Job done, the metal shaft lowered back into the ground, disappearing through the hole it had emerged from. The onahole riding it didn’t fit through, and was scraped off, landing on its side and rolling slightly along the conveyer belt, before the system began moving again. It was carried swiftly along, emerging from the final room into an empty hall, where the conveyer belt unceremoniously ended, dropping the new object off the end and into an empty production bin, where it lay still, its journey ended.
It didn’t mind its casual treatment or disposal. It didn’t think. It was just an onahole, after all, a mere sex toy. All it felt was a vague want – a desire to be used by a real cock, to bring satisfaction to a user, an owner, with its entire body. And it had infinite patience with which to await its chance.
Eventually, a hand reached into the empty bin and pulled out the black plastic in the shape of a cat girl, and sinister lips smiled down upon it.
“People were always talking about that famed Belladonna booty of yours, Blake,” Cinder chuckled, giving the sex toy a squeeze. “Looks like you’ll be using it a lot more often now~”
The onahole couldn’t wait.
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Yang was not having a good time. She hadn’t been having a good time since the moment she noticed that the rest of her team had vanished without a trace. She hadn’t heard or seen a thing to indicate where they’d gone. They’d simply been there one moment, and not there the next. Given that the villains they were tracking down were known to use illusions frequently, that was no end of worry for the young blonde.
But that worry took a back seat when she pushed through another heavy factory door and found Neopolitain waiting for her on the other side, looking just as smug as the day they’d first met all those years ago. She even still had the umbrella held over her shoulder. It was a nostalgic moment.
One that didn’t last. Yang glared. She wasn’t the reckless brawler she’d been back then, but she still had a fiery temper. “Where are they? What have you done with my friends?”
Neo, of course, didn’t answer. But her snide grin said it all. Certainly, it was enough for Yang, who raised her fists and charged in for a fight. This seemed to suit the silent criminal just fine, her umbrella twirling in her hands… Until she opened it over her head and raised a remote control in her free hand, pressing a big button in the middle of it.
There was a ‘clunk’ from above, and then Yang had just enough time to look up before an avalanche of blue dust crashed down on top of her, the entire room shaking from the impact. In a matter of moments she was completely covered – and a few moments more and she was buried. The downpour didn’t end until there was a hill of dust the size of a small truck piled up where the huntress had been standing.
Then there was silence. Neo’s lips twitched up with a small smile, the short woman shielded from the dust wave by her umbrella. With casual nonchalance she threw the remote aside and waited, her foot tapping against the metal floor, umbrella still held open.
The room rumbled, and then there was an angry yell. The pile of dust exploded in a surge of yellow aura, revealing an angry looking Yang, her hair glowing bright and her eyes flashing red. She glared at her opponent, who simply folded up her weapon at last and held it over her shoulder.
“Was that supposed to hurt?” The huntress boasted, already stalking forward.
Neo just smiled and shook her head. Then she flipped backwards and disappeared through a door.
“HEY!” Yang roared after her, flying off in heedless pursuit. She wasn’t going to let this woman escape again! One after the other they plunged through a maze like network of passages and corridors, darting from one side of the factory to the other. The silent slasher was leading her on a merry chase but Yang was catching up. Soon, she’d have nowhere left to run!
And then they hit a dead end. Neo took a turn and blanched, the door that she’d clearly been expecting to lead into another corridor instead stranding her in a small metal room, filled only by a strange looking machine that looked half chair and half some sci-fi fan’s idea of future tech. There were no other exits.
“Heh…” She turned around, and Yang was already behind her, grinning, one fist punching her palm. “Nowhere left to run.” Her aura blazed. “Now you’re going to tell me what I want to know, one way...” She lunged! “Or anoth-Woah!”
Neo’s frightened expression shattered, revealing a killer grin as the diminutive minion spun around, grabbing the blonde’s thrown fist and pulling it upwards, hurling the huntress over her shoulder and through the air, throwing her straight onto the chair. She landed with a crash, her ass sliding into the seat with a ‘thump’ – only for the rest of her momentum to be arrested entirely as metal restrains slid out of the machine, clamping down around her wrists, ankles, neck, and waist, pulling them down hard.
“What the-?” She tried to stand up, to pull free of the thick metal buckles that secured her to the chair, but they refused to budge. She was trapped. “The hell?”
Her only answer was a smug smirk. Neopolitan eyed her prey the way velociraptor might eye a defenceless scientist, her fingers drumming along the length of her umbrella. For a moment Yang expected her to draw the blade that she knew was hidden in the shaft. But the criminal surprised her, instead dancing over to the side of her prison and tapping on what looked like a touch screen of some sort – though the blonde couldn’t twist her head around far enough to see what was on it.
“Hey,” she growled, still struggling to get free. “What the hell are you doing?”
Neo just winked at her and pressed another button.
“Subject secured,” the chair announced from speakers on either side of Yang’s head, making her jump. “Detecting extremely high amounts of ST dust contamination. Do you wish to catalyse?”
The pink haired criminal smiled and nodded, pressing the screen again.
“Confirmed. Beginning preparations.”
“ST dust? What the heck is-Mmph!” Yang had so many questions, but she couldn’t even get through the first one before another metal band shot out of her chair, this one wrapping around her mouth to gag her and pull her head firmly back into place. She yelled angrily, but nothing intelligible got past her binding.
Neo, though, seemed to understand her clearly, and for once was inclined to help. From a pocket she drew a small vial and tossed it into Yang’s lap. The blonde blinked, and shifted in her seat to get a better view of it, raising her knees up as much as she was able to bring it into her line of sight. It was a clear dust container – she recognised the shape. Maybe SDC make? And on the side, written in marker pen, were the words ‘Sex Toy Dust’.
Deep lines creased her brow. Sex Toy dust? What kind of sick joke was this supposed to-
“Preparations complete. Beginning process.”
The chair thrummed and turned blue as energy started to crackle through it. Yang stiffened, legs still raised, gasping into her gag as the power ran through her body and stimulated every nerve she had. It was incredible – like a thousand kisses or a hundred deep licks delivered between her legs, except spread all throughout her. Thoughts of mystery dust or smug sociopaths were immediately banished as sensations she’d never even dreamed were possible crashed through her well-muscled frame.
“Catalysation field engaged at lowest setting. Subject is responding well. Preparing hole one.”
The words filtered through the pleasure into Yang’s mind like water through stone – slowly and simply. But they still reached, and she had a moment to wonder just what ‘hole one’ was, before something thick and firm rose out of the chair and thrust between her spread legs, pushing through her pants and underwear like they weren’t even there. Her shocked gasp was little more than a whisper and a rush of breath past her gag, but the way her eyes crossed and the blush that rose to her cheeks as the pleasure rushing through her multiplied a thousand-fold was easy to read. Her arousal spiked, the haze in her head getting thicker as the chair began to piston into her.
Yang wasn’t exactly a virgin – hell, of her team she was probably the most experienced in this regard. That helped her to keep control, even if it didn’t help her escape. The sensations were amazing – far better than any lover she’d had before, man or woman – but they weren’t going to overwhelm her that easily. Hell, if this was the best ‘torture’ they had for her, they had another thing coming. She was quite happy to sit back and enjoy this treatment until she had a chance to break free. If they thought she was going to be distracted by a little metal dildo then they had another thing-
“Preparing hole two.”
Wait, what?
The seat beneath her slid open, and a second shaft rose up under her ass, carefully aiming, and then…
Oh!!!
Ooohh. Ohhh. Now that- that was different. Yang had never- Oh! – Never taken it up there before! Oh wow. She’d always been too proud, too in control to ever allow – Oh!! – ohhh, wow, she’d never, ahh… Ohhh…
Yang’s blush grew deeper, her eyes fluttering. The pleasure had already more than doubled, more than tripled. She could feel warmth pouring into her, pumping in with each thrust down below. The only reason she wasn’t moaning was her gag – hell, if she wasn’t bound in place she would have been bouncing all over. Whatever the hell kind of setup this was, it was at least. She was going to feel kind of sad once she busted out of it – when she eventually did. At least the experience had taught her to be a bit more experimental in the bedroom.
“Preparing hole three.”
There was a third hole? In her pleasant haze, the blonde took a moment to reach the obvious conclusion. But the machine was happy to help – something long and hard pushing into her mouth through her gag. She blinked in surprise, and then gave it a cautious suck. To her delight it didn’t taste of metal at all – it had a different, pleasant texture, and sucking made her lips tingle and her throat sing. In moments her head was bobbing along with her hips, her mouth in a wide O shape.
“Preparations in progress. Amplifying catalysation field to medium setting.”
The energy increased, and as it did every single sensation being pumped into her body. Her lips, her ass, her slit all tingled with delight, and her moans into her gag grew longer and much more drawn out. Bliss flooded through her.
And yet… Something was wrong. Something she became aware of slowly, and yet quite certainly. Her body was starting to move on its own. Her limbs had gone stiff when the chair had turned on, but now they were acting without any direction from her at all. Her legs were opening, sliding outwards, spreading her knees as wise as they could go like she was trying to do an open legged squat, leaving her fully exposed. Her arms, too, were acting oddly, folding firmly at the elbow to stick her forearms straight out, while her hands extended, fingers all in line together, slightly curled as if gripping something. The fact that this was happening to her mechanical arm as well just made it even more bizarre.
It wasn’t much… But as mentioned, Yang wasn’t as entranced by her treatment as she might have been. The strangeness worried her, and that concern pierced through her haze, awakening a few other notable questions in her mind. What… What was she doing? Why was she just laying back and accepting this? What was happening to her?
“Resistance detected. Amplifying catalysation field to maximum setting.”
If there had been a flood before, this was a tsunami. Pleasure consumed everything, every heartbeat, every breath, every flicker of her aura, every pump of the simulated cocks inside of her, all of it just felt so utterly, unbelievably good. And yet…
And yet Yang’s mind only continued to clear, her determination and willpower clawing herself back from the brink. This wasn’t right – she didn’t want this! Whatever this chair was doing to her, this energy running through her, she wanted no part in it! The odd haze that it had thrown over her mind kept trying to creep back in, but now that she was prepared she didn’t give it an inch. Her eyes opened, and she glared, staring right at Neo, who was watching quietly. The look of rage seemed to surprise the criminal, which Yang took as a good sign – right up until the smirk returned, and an odd feeling struck along with it.
It began in her toes, at the very bottom of her being. They tingled and twitched, and then there was an odd feeling of swelling, like her feet were puffing up, followed by a pleasant numbness, as everything that wasn’t pleasure faded away. It was curious – and it was spreading. Over her feet and ankles, then up her shins and through her knees… Up to her waist, and that was where the feeling got really fizzy. She bounced in her seat, and rose up despite her bindings as her ass seemed to swell underneath her. And then it kept travelling up, through her stomach, into her chest, where- Woah!
She stared, wide eyed, as a feeling of tightness built up in her breasts for a few seconds, before her top burst open, split straight down the middle, and her boobs bounced free in front of her, several sizes larger than she’d last seen them, and with a strange new plastic sheen. They looked like they were filled with air… And to her horror, she realised they were. In fact, her whole lower body was looking suspiciously airy… And the puffy feeling of numbness was still rising.
Yang was forced to watch, still gagged, as the change spread down her arms, and she got a clear look at what she was turning into. Her skin became smooth and shiny, a perfect plastic, even as her arms puffed up and hollowed out, floating lightly in the air without any weight. Even her metal arm turned a rosy, flesh coloured pink, becoming identical to the limb across from it as though she’d never lost it on that fateful day so many years ago. And on both hands her fingers fused together into solid mittens, shaped perfectly to hold and stroke. The arms of a sex doll.
With cold certainty, the blonde realised what she was being turned into as the change flowed up her neck, but there was nothing she could do. She felt as her lips set into that pleasant O shape, puffing up a little as her tongue and teeth melted away. She felt as her treasured hair turned into a harsh nylon wig on her head. She felt as her skin smoothed out, her freckles and spots and wrinkles and lines all vanishing away. She felt as her nose sealed up, nothing more than an ornament on her face. She felt as her eyes focused blankly forwards, half lidded as though inviting someone closer, and she felt as they froze in place.
The last thing she saw as everything began to go dark was the diminutive criminal’s victorious grin.
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Yang woke up in darkness, naked and alone. There was nothing to be seen for miles around… except for her. She blinked and looked down at herself, relieved to see that she was back to normal. Had that all been a dream? Then… Where was she now?
… But no. She knew where she was. It was knowledge that came to her as soon as she asked the question. This was a place of lucid dreams and uncertain truths. Her subconscious – a world where she could retreat and regain control of herself. What had happened to her in that factory had been no dream – but by retreating to this place, she’d prevented herself from becoming overwhelmed. And now she could plan her counter attack. So long as she remained herself, she knew, her aura would remain – and eventually, the healing factor it granted her would allow her to reverse the changes that had been done to her. And when it did…
A sound behind her interrupted her vengeful musings, and she spun around. What? Nothing else was supposed to be here – this was her private-
A tube snaked out of the darkness and shot into her mouth with a ‘thwip’. There was a hiss, and Yang felt air pumping into her lungs. She frowned and reached up, trying to yank the thing out, but it was stuck tightly between her lips. Grunting, she looked off to try to find the source of her attacker, but the hose just stretched infinitely away into nothingness…
She felt a tingling in her chest…
Looking down in alarm, she saw that her breasts were starting to inflate again, growing out larger and larger with every second as air continued to rush into her. No! No, it couldn’t be. Was this strange transformation trying to convert her mind as well?
Well if it was it had bitten off way more than it could chew this time. Glaring, the blonde focused, summoning all of her will to reject what was happening. Slowly, her chest began to shrink again, the power of air paling in comparison to Yang’s own. This was her world! Only the things that she allowed could happen here. She would never-
Thwip
Yang gasped, sucking in a large mouthful of air and pumping her breasts back up a cupsize as a second hose snuck in behind her and slid right into her pussy. Immediately the pleasant fuzzy feeling in her legs returned, and she felt herself become unsteady. Dizzily, she turned around, trying to summon up enough will to defy the second pump – only for a third to coil around her and slip up her ass, immediately starting to inflate that as well.
Already off balance, Yang slipped over, bouncing on her blown up behind, her legs straightening up and spreading wide beneath her, taking the pose and texture of a simple sex doll. But Yang refused to be beaten. Even has her ass rounded out and her breasts puffed up and her pussy sang in pure pleasure, she wouldn’t be beaten. Eyes flashing red, she tried one last time to resist, to push the influence of the chair away…
And then another hose snaked out of the darkness, and connected to her ear.
The blonde’s eyes widened as she felt air start to pump directly into her head, and her thoughts started to space out. Oh…
It was like…
Her head…
Was…
Fiilling with air….
She
Felt
Nice…
Dizzily, she tried to fight the feelings off, but she was starting to weaken. The air was spreading out through her body now. Her arms were spread and welcoming. Her breasts were big and bouncy. Her eyes were glazed and fixed forward. Desperately, Yang tried to marshal herself.
She had to fight this, or they’d turn her into a fuckdoll.
She couldn’t give in, or she’d be a fuckdoll.
If they won then she was a fuckdoll.
But the air kept pumping in, airbrushing out parts of her thoughts…
She had to … turn … into a fuckdoll.
… Give in … be a fuckdoll.
… She was a fuckdoll…
Her lips were wide, puffy cock suckers. Her pussy and ass were perfect fuck holes. The other hoses had disconnected from her and vanished now, but the one in her ear had one final touch to make, blowing into her brain and erasing a little more of her thoughts.
… Fuck … Doll … Fuck … Doll … Fuck … Doll …
… She needed to be fucked …
… She was a doll …
Owner, please fuck your doll
The last hose disconnected, and vanished. All that was left in the darkness that was Yang’s mind was a simple big titted sex doll. Her arms were wide and inviting. Her legs were spread and open. Her holes were ready to be fucked. And her head was as empty as a cheap balloon.
-
“Process complete. Have a nice day.”
The machine shut down, its restraints unlocking and sliding away. The woman who’d been bound in them made no move to escape. How could she? The woman was gone – there was just a blonde, nameless sex doll here now.
Neo looked pleased. If she were a louder sort, she probably would have laughed. Instead, she hit the switch on her umbrella, and extended the blade from its tip, before using it to cut the new doll out of its clothes, which were reduced to tattered rags on the floor. The doll simply sat there, legs spread, arms open wide, its mouth still shaped in a cute little O from the gag. The mute minion leaned in and tweaked its plastic nose, and put a hand over her mouth to hide a silent giggle when the doll simply rocked under her fingers. How adorable.
With another shake of her head, the criminal picked the former Yang up – she was really very light indeed now – and carried her off over her shoulder, calmly walking through the maze of passageways she’d led her victim through not so long ago, until she arrived at the one other room in this building with someone else in it.
Cinder looked up as Neo walked in, a collection of three other sex toys on the table in front of her. She smirked as her companion dumped the far larger doll on the floor next to them. “Ah, and there’s the last one now,” she said. Then she glanced to Neo. “This one was always a bit of an airhead. A fitting fate, no?”
Neo just rolled her eyes. She had no idea when Cinder had picked up a fondness for puns – but she was pretty sure the only one who would have appreciated these jokes was currently lying on the floor between them, and had far better things on her mind than stupid jokes.
She was right about that. ‘Please, Owner, fuck your doll’ was the only mantra running through the former Yang Xiao Long’s empty air filled head. Just like all of the other toys on the table, the entirety of her existence was dedicated to being used like the sex toy she was.
And that was all she’d ever be.
