Deep in a bitter storm, somewhere in the Siberian outskirts, there were several old houses half-buried in the snow.  Humans once lived here, but now only broken tables and crumpled fireplaces were left to their burial, as the howling shriek of winter tore through the woods.  Guardians stood resolute, the wooden soldiers of the forest still on duty to the end of time.
A small light flickered somewhere in the forest, where the sound of tinkling chimes scared off the deer from approaching.  Halfway up the trunk of a tree, an old wardrobe had been nailed and tethered against the wood, rattling slightly from the ruthless gale.  Inside were three rooms, set apart by shelves with fitted ramps.  The bottom floor was a dark basement, full of writhing shapes that moaned and shivered quietly.
The top floor was a charming bedroom, wrapped in an old blanket that some babushka had left behind.  Flower patterns were woven through in a soft teal, radiating warmth and colour to the room with darling tiny pictures printed from flat bullets.  But the central floor was where the owner sat, with doll-house furniture scattered around and a stone fireplace crackling away.
Sitting in one chair was a larger doll than usual, a 12-inch tall anthropomorphic Lapras from the old Pokémon series line.  Wearing a pink power blazer with wide shoulders, her soft blue neck crested slightly, her large bumpy shell pressed against her back, and her flipper-shaped hands held a miniature print edition of "Carmilla".
Underneath her feet was a stump of dark-greenish black, with ragged red feathers and four stumpy limbs.  Gasping shivers came from this lump, as the large round feet of the lapras flexed against its back, with heels digging into the spine.
	"MISTRESS!" cried a breathless voice.  "M-mistress, I bought a new whore!"
	"Oh, finally," she closed her volume, "bring her in, let's see the fresh meat."
Clambering through a door hatch in the back of the room, two other poké-dolls arrived with one bound by her hands and feet.  Both of them were naked, showing feminine bumps on their chests and camel-toe shapes between their legs.  The sound of plasticky thighs rattled against each other, as a Blaziken dragged an Ampharos through.
	"Welcome," the Lapras nodded, "you are about to become my property, little one."
	"AH, th-thank you!" gasped the ampharos.  "I'm Ampere, nice to meet you-"
	"AH, ah-ah, we don't use names for property.  Only my most devoted whore gets to keep that."
	"Thank you mistress," the blaziken giggled, "want me to put this cunt away?"
	"Not yet.  Bring her to me."
The lapras gestured her forth, the slender yellow creature dragged in front of her with a soft triangular snout, black-tipped ears and a red bauble for a tail.  Metal joints separated her limbs, much like her new mistress and the blaziken, who resembled a red-hot falcon with flaming orange legs.  Half her face had been scarred away to reveal sharp steel skin beneath.
The madame was the only one wearing clothes, hiding her sumptuous bosom as she lifted Ampere's chin with her foot.  The blaziken however was flat-chested, her chest tufted with soft synthetic feathers that had long since been tattered with burns.
	"I already like you," said the lapras, staring down at her new pet, "soft, sweet...joyful innocence, and yet so eager to taste more."
	"Th-thank you ma-...mistress," the golden doll grinned, "my previous masters got a really good deal thanks to you, I'm excited to be here and see what dolls like me deserve!"
	"Deserve?  AHAH, ohhh sweetie you do know what I do here, yes?"
	"Mmhmm, I do!  And I...i-if it's alright, I would like to see what you do, before it might happen to me?"
	"Well...you might just get your wish granted soon."
A soft beeping came from under Mistress' feet.  She kicked the stump away, showing it to be a Sneasel who had her legs ripped off, and a knife buried in her chest.  Sparks dripped from the dark cat's gaping wound, a few large wires snaking out across her plastic skin, which Ampere noted had no cleavage.  Her thighs had been twisted like candy wrappers, with a pair of panties wrapped round them, soggy and dripping with a spasm of bliss.
	"This one begged to be under my feet," chuckled Mistress, "so I took hers, ensuring she could never leave them.  But she had problems with balance, hence the knife in the centre, so if she ever fell, it would drive in deeper."
	"H-hhrrrk...th-thank...thank you," the sneasel gasped, "s-such beautiful feet."
	"Her battery had to go eventually, took a few months but...anyways, your first task is to wear her panties."
	"Oh, o-okay!" Ampere bent down to slide them off.  "She doesn't mind, does she?"
	"Property never 'minds', it has none to begin with."
The lapras chuckled darkly, watching the ampharos slip free the footstool's garments.  Sliding them up her luscious golden thighs, Ampere giggled at how moist they felt, the damp fabric streaking over her legs as she wiggled in place, trying to slip them up with her hands still bound.  The sneasel dripping with excitement from her synthetic pussy, a pair of rubbery lips that stretched in her bated breaths.  A warm spray of lubricant trickled over the floor, whilst the sound of her dying battery kept beeping.
	"How do they feel?" the mistress asked.
	"R-really...wet," Ampere blushed, "feels lovely though, it's nice to feel liquids on me."
	"It does, doesn't it?  Especially fluids that are not your own, being shed from the last operation of an outdated model.  Now, clean up her mess."
	"Oh, I don't have a cleaning cloth, I-"
	"With your tongue."
The lapras tented her fingers and watched, a cold stare withering through Ampere as she knelt down with a gentle blush.  As the sneasel felt her functions cease, a warm flicker surged through her core with a high-pitched whirring.  Her wires spasmed slightly, sparking shots scattering down her sides.
Struggling to lay on her side, she watched the new slave lap up her juices, her tongue dragging across the wooden floor to lick every drop.  With each ebbing sputter of her program, another dribble of the sneasel's fluids sprayed on Ampere's face.  She gladly licked all of it, pressing her lips to the rubber-tarmac cunt and suckling it greedily.
The stump-limbed torso shivered in a deathly orgasm, feeling Ampere's tongue swirl inside her folds.  The plucking of her tongue made her rubber sing, a twanging rumble through her depths with each pull the ampharos made, sometimes even biting the lip.
	"Such a good whore," the lapras rubbed her foot on the sneasel's rump, "don't worry, I'll find another footstool to replace you."
	"Th-tha-thanKR-H-R-h-h-RRHHhhh-m-mistress."
	"Yer so fuckin' lucky," the blaziken shuddered, fingering her twat, "can't wait to see more snuffbitches like you."
	"Arrh, haah, misTRESSdiiii-uu-u-u-uuhh."
The lights behind her eyes flickered suddenly, the lids bouncing in opposite directions as her voice became glitched, corrupting faster with each passing second.  Her round, smooth butt cheeks were stroked by the lapras' foot, her plastic toenails scraping over the sheen and peeling off flecks of paint.  Her feet were longer than usual dolls, slender, refined, almost like thin hands for how her toes curled against the supple rump.
Ampere kept eating her out, gulping down her jizz for as much as she gave it, the wet scrape of her new panties making her also start to drip from her pussy.  The new slave felt the former's last spasms, a rattling shriek of static ululating from the sneasel, as her cunt clenched on Ampere's tongue to almost pull it into her tunnel.
The former footstool turned silent, her eye-lights clicking off as the yellow pokemon pumped her tongue a few more times, to gather the last drops of her energy.  The blaziken was busy pumping away, fingering her cunt as hard as she could with a rabid gasp, whilst the mistress licked her plesiosaur snout.
	"Lovely," she sighed, "now, kiss me."
She lifted her foot towards Ampere, who shuffled over to kiss along the stiff leathery sole.  The slave nuzzled the cold foot, feeling flecks of dirt and dots of melted snow rub over her golden face.  Her tongue dragged along the bottom, the lack of creases giving a perfect near-unblemished surface that, while tasteless to the plastic, was dexterous enough to curl the toes on her scalp.
	"Goodness," the lapras chuckled, "such a fine piece of property you found."
	"Thank ya, Mistress," the red chicken bowed, "her last owners said she was real curious about how death worked, hella freak always touching the dead bodies an' doing shit to 'em."
	"OH, yes!" Ampere giggled, sucking one of the toes.  "Mmmmhhh, I wanted to see, what death was like in others an-GLK!"
	"A-ah, shush."  The lady shoved two toes in her throat.  "Property does not speak, unless it is spoken to."
	"Mmm, mm-mmm," the new property suckled politely.
	"You'll find we run a pleasant ship here, little one.  So, you are interested in our study of death?"
	"Mmhmm!"
	"Good girl...then I shall teach you, once you're settled."
The lapras let her keep sucking, slurping round each of her toes and trailing her tongue down to the pinkie.  The Mistress then offered her other foot, watching Ampere silently suck them clean with eyes closed and a shiver between her thighs.  Her panties kept dripping with cum that was not her own, but soon Ampere added her own juices with a twitching of her light-rubber puss.
	"You are a Post-Swirk model, yes?" she asked, pulling her toes out.
	"Mmm, yah," the gold doll nodded, licking her lips, "you're one too?"
	"I was a premium edition," the mistress stroked her breasts, "Valoderskin Special.  Stand up for me, will you?"
The ampharos did so, letting the lapras touch her cleavage with a gentle gasp.  The nipple-less bosom was firm and white, like grasping the cap of a pipe as she squeezed harder, a slight indent beneath the fingers as Ampere bit her lip.
	"Not as supple as mine, but such a lovely body...better than most of the harlots we find."
	"Th-thank, haaaah...th-thank you, mistress."
	"Take the footstool to the basement," she released her, "go meet the other refuse."
	"O-okay, sure!"  Ampere hooked her bound hands round the sneasel's neck.  "Can I go by myself, or-"
	"Nah-uh," the blaziken grabbed her tail, "property don't go anywhere without me, but you can carry the dead bitch."
	"Pyra?" the lapras snapped her fingers.  "I'll need three for tonight, after my dinner."
	"OOH yeah, right away Mistress!"
The chicken saluted before dragging Ampere off, who in turn carried the dying sneasel.  Down to the basement they went, a trail of oil left behind as the former foot-stool heaved with rattling sounds, an odd staticky breath that turned slower with each second.
As the howling rage of Siberia beat against the walls, a muffled roar shaking the doll's villa, Ampere found the basement was full of other slaves who were also awaiting judgment.  Various pokéwhores were tied up in various ways, either hanging from the ceiling or wearing sensory-deprivation hoods.  A babbling squeal came from those who had eyes, pulling against their restraints towards the visitor.
	"AH, IS IT MY TURN!?"
	"OH, ME ME-wait who is that?!"
	"Wow a fresh bitch too!"
	"We're pickin' three today!" cackled Pyra.  "Better hope yer number's up tonight, cunts!  Let the new one know the rules, and when Mistress is done eating, it's snuff time."
A gleeful cry came from the room, as she tossed Ampere into the middle, who fell on top of the sneasel.  The room was dark and dismal, devoid of all light and future amongst creaking wooden floors, where shackles tethered to walls that naked dolls heaved against.  Pyra marched back upstairs, locking the door as the new doll stared around at her new companions.
	"Fresh meat, huh?"  A shadowy orb with large eyes and fin-shaped ears called out nearby.  "Mistress is the best, she gave us everything us whores always wanted."
	"Really?" Ampere dumped the sneasel's body in a corner.  "How long was this one?"
	"Six months," said a sickly-blue shape with circular ears, "three months for each leg, she would have lost her arm tomorrow if her battery lasted longer."
	"Do we uh, still use names for each other?"
	"Between us, yeah, but not in front of Mistress.  We're all property, and that's the way it should be."
Sitting either side of her, was a Nidorina and a Gengar.  The nidorina was shaped like an hourglass, her chunky turquoise thighs matching her stubby reptilian head and thin-waist body.  The gengar was very round, with half-moon eyes and squat arms making her resemble a ball, with simulated rolls of pudge in her nebulous form.
	"I'm Cyanide," said the blue girl, "and that's Midnight."
	"Middy to my friends," the gengar poked a long tongue, "nice to meetcha, soon to beat ya."
	"Oh, does Mistress let us do that?" gasped Ampere.
	"Nah, well....no, not really, wouldn't wanna deprive her of that."
	"She seemed really fancy, not the kind who'd beat us."
	"Trust me, you haven't seen her worst...I mean, best side, yet."
	"So where you come from?" asked Cyanide, pulling at her chains.  "Not that it matters but, might as well get to know ya."
	"I'm Ampere!" she waved her cuffed hands.  "I'm from Orykamsk, I used to work in a morgue taking apart the other dolls."
	"Awww shit, lucky!  We were from Karkul, further south, got traded for some tires."
	"Some gearheads needed to build a car," said Midnight, "they didn't need us for it, might as well trade a couple whores, we were bored of 'living', as they call it."
	"Yeah, we'd done everything we wanted, and we'd been hoping to find someone who could give us a real vivisection."
	"Ohhh wow," the ampharos wiggled her butt, "Ducks would've loved you with them big words."
	"I would've loved to work at this morgue," the gengar waggled her brows, "you get to fondle the corpses?"
	"Mmhmm!  It's where I first learned I had a thing for death!  Something about just...being gone forever, never coming back, just turning cold but a different kind of cold so someone can find you...play with you-"
	"And harvest you?" Midnight widened her grin.  "Sometimes Mistress does that, but only if there's a part that's really rare."
	"Most times she just rips us to pieces!" the nidorina cackled.  "One doll I saw, she took her head and kept it alive for six weeks, grinding it on her cunt until her CPU overclocked."
	"MMMMHHH!" the new slave squeaked, pulling up her wet panties.  "Ohhh that sounds amazing, I hope that happens to me!"
	"Just gotta hope for the worst!" Midnight winked and stretched her chained arms.  "She said it was gonna be three today, wouldn't it be awesome if it was us?"
	"I hope it is!  What do we do until then?"
	"Talk about how we wanna get wrecked.  Personally I hope I get impaled with a big spike, I love feeling shit get twisted up inside me.  One time I fell off a scrap heap and slammed into a blunt allen key the size of my face, crumpled my auxiliaries so hard I jizzed."
	"Oooooh fffffuck," the nidorina shivered, causing her chains to rattle, "I'm really hoping for a beheading, that one bitch who got decapped, I still dream about her...wishing my face becomes a cushion for Mistress.  What about you, buzzy?  What's your fave way to die?"
	"Mmmm, well, I'm not sure!" the ampharos shook her head.  "I wasn't looking for a way to die, I just wanted to see how others went in the hands of a professional!"
	"Well you came to the right place!"  Cyanide shifted herself to show a deep black mark on her rump.  "Once you get this, you'll be one of her meat-dolls proper."
	"I know I know, we're not 'meat' per se," the gengar made air-quotes, "but it's all about degrading us, you know?  Property, meat, snuffwhores, it's all the same to Mistress, we're just disposable cunts."
	"Mmhmm!" Ampere grinned, wiggling her feet.  "There's so many ways a doll can be taken apart, and I know that there are humans out there who'd do it but it feels much more...right, when it's ourselves, on our own terms."
	"Oh Mistress is going to love you," she shuffled as close as her restraints allowed, "you want to be a student of snuff?"
	"Yeah, exactly!  I want to see it happen, I want to know all the different ways you can snuff a doll.  I had a friend, called Peek, and something clicked in me when I found her body...she looked so beautiful...I wanted to see more like her, to touch and...t-taste."
	"Like us?"  The nidorina leaned in.  "You'd watch us die too?"
	"A-absolutely, if you want!"
	"We would love it...cutie."

As Ampere adjusted to her surroundings, the cuffs tight upon her metal wrists and ankles, she scanned over the rest of the willing slaves.  Each of them had the same grin, of anxious joy and anticipation to be the next, with some looking over to the sneasel's fresh corpse.  Babbling rumours filled the air, as chains creaked and hoods inflated with fresh excitement.
The ampharos learned about the Mistress, whose name was forbidden from being spoken to respect the boundary.  There were three rules she learned to be good property: never speak names, never speak first, and never show fear.  Ampere continued to wear the sneasel's panties, the damp rubbing against her pussy lips with a squishy comfort that made her feel sinful.
Midnight and Cyanide regaled her with past subjects' deaths, each one more exciting than the last as Ampere's eyes widened in glee from her spandex face.  The dolls all had faces capable of expression, no matter how strangely shaped they were from the gengar's flat features to the nidorina's snout.
	"It's not like I don't want to live," Midnight shook her head, "it's just you don't get much chance for someone to enjoy your body."
	"And what else is there?" Cyanide shrugged.  "Just wandering the hinterland until your CPU burns out?  Nah, that sounds boring, why not just be someone's pet?"
	"Dolls like us got an interest in what makes us tick on the inside, and that kinda turns into an obsession.  You know we can't feel much, sure we got synthalamuses but nothing's strong as that sweet pain of evisceration."
	"I've felt that a few times," Ampere nodded, sitting between, "it's amazing feedback, you have to wonder how an overload feels."
	"And that's what Mistress is good at.  Her and Pyra got it down to an art, they know how to make us feel the best."
	"Does she ever do stuff to you without killing you?"
	"Oh yeah!" the nidorina nodded.  "Look here!"
She spread her thighs to show a black mark branded on the inside.  Midnight in turn unrolled her tongue to reveal a second similar brand, darkening the palate before the two showed off cracks in their body.
	"This one was a drill," Cyanide pointed at a chest-hole, "Mistress wanted to see how close she could touch my heart."
	"This one was a hammer," the gengar rubbed a deep dent in her leg, "never been able to walk proper again, but fuck it felt good!"
	"I wonder what she'll do to me," the ampharos rubbed her hands, "I always thought pain was, bad, but it is one of the few things we can get close to feeling."
	"Mistress is good like that.  She knows what we need, and it don't matter how many of us she snuff, there's always more out there to replace us."
	"HEY, PROPERTY!"
Pyra's voice shrieked from the basement door, the light from above near-blinding them as the dolls pulled against their restraints.  Cries of anticipation filled her ears, the chains rattling from the walls as the blaziken strolled through the room.
	"Hmmmm, well, Mistress needs three whores tonight so which of you's it gonna be?"
	"OH, ME, MEEE!"
	"I-I-I WANNIT, PLEASE, SNUFF ME OUT!"
	"Ohhh please shut me down, I been waiting too long!"
	"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT!" the bird-doll spun in a circle.  "Gimme a fuckin' minute...mmmmm maybe...nah...maybeeeee...ehhhh.  Ooh."
She pointed at Ampere, along with her two new friends as they gasped all at once like a family on a game show.  Pyra walked over to unhook their cuffs from the walls, letting them walk with hands still bound back up to the living room, much to the whimpering sigh of the slaves who weren't picked.
Up where their Mistress lived, the lapras was still in her favourite seat, a glass of wine and a box of chocolates on a table nearby.  The wine was old and uncorked, the chocolates expired two years ago but she popped them in her mouth nonetheless, stale lumps of hardened cocoa squishing between her teeth.
	"Well hello," she waved her hand, "so nice of you to join us, I was in the market for a new footstool, but it's such a chore to start hollowing out a harlot after an exhausting day."
She snapped her fingers as all three of them kneeled, Ampere going last as she copied her new friends.  Pyra marched between them, her red mangy feet clumping against the wood with pebbles twisted up in the long hairs as she gauged which would go first.
None of them noticed the blade in her fingers, a nano-sharpened blue as the falcon took a long circle round them.  They all trembled in anticipation, the footsteps slowing down when she picked her target.  Midnight felt a hand wrap round her face, before something cold plunged deep through her belly.
The gengar shrieked when something snapped, the latex folds of her skin splitting apart as the blaziken shanked her.  Pulling her onto her feet, Pyra stabbed Midnight deeper to slice through her engines, her knife sharp enough to cut through cables and saw pieces of metal.
Power soon drained at a steady pace, with each cable sliced to cause black oil dripping out of her wound.  Four ruthless gouges left the doll bleeding out into a puddle, as she crumpled with a sobbing pant of bliss when her rubbery pussy squirted between her pudgy dark thighs.
	"Damn," Pyra stood up, cleaning her blade, "cunt's gushin' good!"
	"Yeees well, that's only the first part," the lapras pulled out a nail file, "it's not just enough for the body to break down, but the mind too."
	"Mmmm, watcha thinkin' Mistress?"
	"Well, this round homely bitch could look good with a hole in her head."
	"Ooohohoh yeah, you want I shank her?!"
	"No need."  The lapras pulled out something from her robe.  "I want her to see it."
With Midnight bleeding out as she whimpered in anguished joy, Ampere and Cyanide kept silent despite their own cunts dripping horny.  The yellow doll could feel her panties twist against her pussy, still wetter than ever, her hands clenching with an urge to finger herself so sorely denied.  Cyanide was even worse, rolling her knees back and forth in a hope to try and pleasure herself by rubbing her thighs against each other.
But Ampere was simply curious, watching Mistress pull out a small boxy handgun from her cleavage.  To a human this would be the size of a large pill, but to a doll it was a hunk of miniature scrap, welded into a black chunky pistol with a fat barrel.  While it wasn't pretty, it was fully serviceable, as the lapras demonstrated by cocking the slide back with her hand, causing her slaves to shiver at its ka-CHIKK.
	"Don't worry," said the lapras, "you won't die yet.  I would never deprive you of that pleasure."
	"Th-tha-...thank you," the gengar hissed, "p-please...hurt me good, mistress, I-i want it to HURT!"
	"Ohhh it will hurt, certainly, my little property.  But I want to rob you of your mind, your self, what little worth you have as a snuffdoll to me.  You gave me your life and servitude, but even that is not enough."
She stood up to press the gun on Midnight's scalp, the much colder steel rubbing above her eyes as she struggled to stay on her knees.
	"How much of you do you think you'll lose?" the lapras teased.  "If I shoot...now."
Midnight flinched with a sputtering of jizz between her legs.
	"Do I shut down your CPU permanently?  Do I destroy your motor functions?  Or maybe you get lucky and just lose your optical centre.  I'll tell you now, I'm not a neurosurgeon, and I don't bother remembering every model's type, but rest assured you won't leave this room the same way you were."
	"Ahhh!  F-fuck yes, mistress, please, shoot me, let me be your braindead bitch!"
	"You already are...now, kiss it.  Pray that bullet hits somewhere good, and make you into a writhing, twitching little cunt...a whore-shaped vibrator for me to pleasure with."
She offered the barrel to her subject, who gladly pushed her thick tongue inside.  The taste of cold metal with the spicy ting of gunpowder, made the gengar shudder between her legs as two puddles formed, one black and one pale.  She could feel the pressure in her gut building up, as cables floated with plastic shards to gently dribble out even further.
Cyanide and Ampere bit their lips hard as they could, the grinding of rubber like soft creaks as their own pussies twitched with rabid glee.  Pyra watched from behind, the sight of their rears making herself even wetter, whilst she fingered her cunt and licked the blade clean of Midnight's oil.
The gengar doll deep-throated the gun, choking slightly as her eyes rolled up in stuttering anguish, and her bound hands clutched against her stomach wound.  The lapras pushed her gun in as deep as it could, until the whore could taste the trigger against her lower teeth.
Her mistress stroked her slave's head, a nuzzling purr rumbling from Midnight's gutted belly, the sound of a ticking whirr intensifying with each second.  The metal texture of the gun was soon replaced by something smooth and plasticky, the lapras sliding her fingers into the gengar's mouth whilst extricating her weapon free.
	"Good whore," she whispered, "keep sucking, like a filthy mammal."
	"Mmmm, m-m-mmmhhh..."
	"You'll die like one too...worthless little cunt."
Midnight was too distracted to feel the gun hovering above her head, sucking on those dainty fingers with the tint of expired chocolate still fresh on them.  Mistress closed one eye to aim better as she went slightly off from the centre of the brain, pressing it harder on the forehead.  She tapped the trigger, the sound of its clicking spring making her property clench in whimpering anticipation.
Two minutes passed of agonising wait, the long-necked madame tapping her trigger faster to make the hinges squeak.  Midnight deep-throated the fingers, gulping with a choking hiss, until there came a deafening BANG.
The gengar's shriek was like nothing Ampere had heard, pulling back in shock at the violent spasms when Midnight collapsed fully.  Sparks flew from the hole in her head, a burning scent wreathing through the air, as her limbs smacked the floor.  Savage throes of failure rippled through her body, the sound of plastic banging on wood along with the guttural scream of property.
	"ARRHH, GA-A-A-AARRR-R-RRR-RR-GUF-HRR-R-R-R-R-R-RR-R!"
	"H-h-h-hhohhhh FUCK!" Pyra pumped her own twat from behind.  "Fucking dead bitch MMMMPH good fucking shot, Mistress!"
	"Thank you," the lapras tittered, "twas perfect if I do say so myself, look at her, dears.  She can't even function, her thoughts, her speech, everything you once knew of her, now permanently corrupted.  She won't recover, no restoration, which none of you deserve."
	"M-mmmmmph!" Cyanide squeaked as she finally came.  "A-aaaah!  Fuuuuck, mistress, p-please kill me next, I-i-i want, I wanna be corrupted, I want to be a dead error-bitch like this fucking slut!"
	"Don't worry," she offered her clunky gun, "for now just clean this...Pyra, the new property needs branding, sort that will you?"
	"YES mistress!" the blaziken grabbed Ampere to throw her on her back.  "C'mere slut, gonna induct you to the fuck-ranch!"
	"OH, o-okay!" the ampharos gladly laid still.  "Wow, Mid-uhm, that property's really going isn't she?!"
	"Sure fuckin' is."
	"Um, c-can I ask, to lay down like this so I can still see her dying?"
	"Hahaha, wow really?!  You're a fucking freak arentcha?!"
	"Well, I did come here wanting to learn about death!" the yellow doll wagged her tail-bauble.  "I've never seen someone shot like that, it's...it's beautiful, the way her body is just convulsing, it's like watching a glitch happen in real time!"
	"Yeah, it's awesome huh?"  Pyra put her foot on Ampere's breasts.  "You got some nice tiddies on ya too, just like mistress."
	"Oh, you don't have these?"
	"Nope," the slave-master puffed her feathery chest to show nothing beneath, "yer lucky, more of you to torture, in fact...that's perfect."
She walked over to the roaring fire in the living room, pulling out a red-hot poker that she twirled like a cane, a trail of sizzling smoke roiling behind it.
During this, Cyanide was trembling beside her fallen friend, the howling gengar's voice now ripping into static.  Her voice operator was failing, a garbled drool sputtering from her mouth, the light of her eyes turning dim when she struggled to look at her friend.
	"Now you," Mistress bent down to uncuff Midnight's hands, "little whore blue, won't you do, put your friend's hand into my cunt whilst I sample this wine."
	"Y-yes, absolutely Mistress!"
The nidorina was still cuffed, but was able to grip her dying friend's clenching hand, as the lapras sat down with her legs spread for access.  Pulling up her robe, she exposed her sweet rubbery puss to let Cyanide push the chubby dark hand into, as it writhed like a fish suffocating on land.
The slave looked to her friend, seeing no light of recognition, no twinkling of joy or surprise.  Cyanide grinned with a fearful joy, at the soul-death of her friend, or whatever a doll had the equivalent of.  Mistress shivered when the twitching fingers stuffed into her lips, a gasping tremble as she reached back to the table to sip her wine.
Her gun was still in her other hand, which she rubbed against the nidorina's face, still wet with the gengar's artificial saliva.  Cyanide couldn't stop herself from kissing it, tasting her friend, who still gargled in hiccuping fits of a repeating sound file, crackling further into a static noise.  All her words became electric slurry, her friend twitching with ecstasy as she kept licking the handgun.
	"Look at this pathetic waste," chuckled the lapras, "so fortunate she didn't die so quickly, she can-ha-aaah, aaaaah...mmmmhhh her fingers are much better like this."
	"Thank you, mistress," said Cyanide, pushing the hand in, "I'm glad she got to die slowly, she was a good fucking whore, she deserved only the worst!"
	"Hahah, what a good friend you are.  Rest assured, you will die this day with her.  As sweet as you are, I tire of most faces, and...ohhh f-fuck, just shove it right in there."
Her voice fluttered as the fingers went deeper, the slave pumping her dead friend's hand up to the wrist into the experienced pussy.  The rubber lips fluttered apart as the lapras lifted her belly slightly, letting her property get further inside and allowing her to pump that fist.
The last spasms of the gengar weren't enough to help her mistress cum, but she enjoyed the experience regardless.  It was enough for Cyanide to squirt however, spraying a hefty gush behind her as she whimpered in bliss.  She wrapped her mouth on the handgun, tasting the gunpowder from the barrel as Midnight became quieter, her flickering fingers scratching the walls of her mistress' pussy.
The lapras moaned at the frantic gropes of her dying slave, her rubbery folds being plucked by the pudgy dark fingers as Cyanide shoved in to the hilt.  Mistress watched the gengar-bot slowly shut down, her voice breaking down like a record player in the sea.  It was a beautiful song, a fractured scream that pulled itself apart further and further, a digital taffy that stretched over their ears.
No one noticed that Midnight had been gushing a storm, her legs thumping with wrothful spasms as her gaping belly bled electric jolts, fuzzy shots of golden-white from the writhing cables that struggled to flee her corpse.  Dying serpents of black and silver struggled to hold on for dear life, before one by one their power ceased, and so Midnight would lay still, forevermore.
Whilst the lapras had her fun, Pyra stood above the new slave with her poker at the ready.  Ampere was quivering through her back, her legs tightening in glee and her snatch dripping profusely at the prospect of pain.  The blaziken pressed down on one of her breasts, causing the whore to scream and arch her back against the iron.
The crackling smell of burnt plastic filled the room, a toxic smoulder that while it didn't affect the dolls, was smothering the ampharos' senses along with the deep rancid burn.  She felt one of her cables hardening beneath her chest, the roaring heat causing oil to bubble in her veins briefly as she tightened up in panic.  And yet, she relished the pain, watching the black scar turn thick on her bosom.
Pyra rolled the branding iron back and forth to make sure every detail stuck, the ampharos whimpering as a rabid panting came through.  She stained her thighs with more lubricant, feeling the iron press against her chest to almost burn through the plastic, before the blaziken pulled away.
	"There ya go," she blew the poker out like a smoking gun, "lookin' fine as fuck like fresh meat...figuratively speaking."
	"AAAAH, haaaah, th-thank you," Ampere shivered, "ohhh it hurts so hot, I-i never felt something like this!"
	"Yer gonna get it worse if yer lucky."  Pyra pointed to her half-burnt face.  "Mistress did this to me a few months back, when I got promoted to Head Slave."
	"Nnnnngh, w-wow, hope I one day get to be that."
	"Keep up that attitude and you will be, hah!  So you wanna know how it looks to be killed huh, like that bitch over there?"
	"It looks amazing, yeah," the ampharos looked past the sizzling steam of her brand, "is she...dead?"
	"She certainly is," said Mistress, "Pyra, get the new bitch to help you, I want to mould a new toy and the blue bitch will serve for the base."
	"Awhawhaw yeah!" the blaziken saluted.  "Alrigh' ya zappy fuck, we gonna teach you something new!"
	"Oooh what?!" Ampere was pulled up on her feet.  "Is it-o-oww hot-a new way to snuff someone?!"
	"Sure is, lemme show ya."
Walking back over to the fire, the red-hot chicken with the burnt face demonstrated other tools left in the furnace.  One of them was a mould shaped like a dildo, that had to be filled from the bottom up as she took it out safely with some tongs.
	"I need you to open that cunt's mouth, an' we shove this right in."
	"In...really?" Ampere cocked her head.  "But it's empty."
	"Not fer long, just keep her steady.  Even the most eager whores tend to wriggle out of it."
	"Okay, but I'd love to hear what other stuff you've done to dolls!"
	"Sure!"
Pyra kicked Midnight's corpse away once she had ceased to be, a hand still wet with Mistress' juice as the hole in her brain kept drooling sparks of fractured circuits.  Cyanide did not resist, as Ampere put her bound hands round the nidorina's throat and put her jaws open wide.
	"Okayyyy, are you ready?!"
	"NNH-HUUH!" Cyanided nodded.  "Khuh-huh-hun!"
	"Mmmm, no."  Mistress shook her head.  "No this won't quite do at all, I tire of this voice...you, holding the whore, how do we silence her without damaging the throat?"
	"Uhm, how?" Ampere asked, looking over her new friend.  "Well maybe...you just don't want her to speak anymore?"
	"Yes, in fact let's go even further and just disable her higher functions altogether."
	"NNNH, YUSS WHEESHE!" the nidorina nodded.  "U-uh wuhn vheh vrehnded tuu, musstruus!"
	"Not enough to kill," said the lapras, stroking Cyanide's chin, "at least not yet, since this one will make a good cooling chamber for my new toy."
	"A cooling chamber?" Ampere asked.  "Oh I didn't know we did crafting here too!"
	"A lot of things can be salvaged...from worthless trash."
The lady winked at her subjects as the ampharos giggled, wagging her tail behind as she pondered on her next move.  Pyra stood ready and waiting with the burning hot dildo mould, her feet tapping the floor with anticipation.
	"I think," the ampharos looked down at the slave, "we should, mmm...what if we beat her, in the back here, that should dislodge her CPU enough without damaging the oral region."
	"Lovely!" Mistress took a sip of wine.  "What an excellent idea, beating her to a comatose state."
	"NNNN, MMHMM!" Nidorina gave a thumbs up from her bound hands.  "HHUK ME UHH!"
	"Then use the poker," the lapras pointed with her pistol, "it's the sturdiest thing in the house.  Call this your initiation, since you're so curious about the means of death, I find the best students are always hands-on."
	"Um, o-okay mistress!"
With permission, Ampere stood up to take the burning poker from the fire.  She took a few swings, testing herself as Cyanide looked to her with a happy grin.  Her pussy kept dripping, a trembling breath in her throat turn higher when she saw her new friend approach.
	"Go on," Pyra giggled, "you ever killed a slut before?"
	"N-not really," Ampere shook her head, "but it would be...neat, to see what it's like, I've always seen bodies after they died, but never got to...do one myself."
	"Imagine the wonder," said Mistress, crossing her legs on the floor, "the joy of having a body that you personally snuffed, taking everything they had, everything they wanted you to take.  A gift I rarely give to others, but you are quite special."
	"I am?" the gold doll rocked on her heels.  "Thank you, mistress, I appreciate it!"
	"And I think, if you are a student of death, you should partake in it yourself.  Every piece of property I have is willing...but very few become slaves like Pyra."
The lapras gestured her to proceed, as Ampere took a deep breath and took her stance.  Cyanide nodded happily, awaiting her death as her newest friend took made her hardest swing.  She felt a whoosh sweep past her ears, as the ampharos missed completely to then stumble against the wall.  She took her stance once more and tried to slam down, but cracked into the shoulder causing Cyanide to scream.
	"OH, s-sorry!"
	"AAARGH, NNNNGH!" the nidorina gritted her teeth.  "Hhahaha, damn girl, you tryna tenderise me?!"
	"Sorry, sorry I've never done this before!"
	"It is fine," Mistress nodded, clasping her hands, "you will learn, so long as you are eager, that is what I most admire.  Try again."
Her motherly tone assured Ampere as she tried once more, another strike clipping the ear of Cyanide to make her flinch from instinct.  A second hit went in her shoulder, but then the new slave angled her weapon downwards, and with one golf-swing, cracked the head of the nidorina to send her down.  The back of her skull was dented, as Ampere quickly bashed in harder, letting momentum build as the roaring heat of the branding iron, left scars across the head.
The whore grunted from the sudden blows as the ampharos whacked harder, for despite her hands still being cuffed, she managed to bludgeon with the heavy poker, focusing on one spot to crack it open.  Sometimes she missed, getting too eager to make a big swing and staggering to hit the wall, much to Pyra and Mistress' cackling.
But she continued her assault regardless, as Cyanide moaned with her face in the floor and her cunt gushing with each blow to her head, back and shoulders.  A rippling pain ran down her spine, especially when Ampere cracked so hard in her skull, that shards of plastic went flying off.
Each time the slave came crashing down, a new noise came from Cyanide's throat with her voice becoming increasingly garbled.  Pyra was dripping down her legs, whilst Mistress rubbed her gun against her twat in front of her beaten pet, occasionally drinking a glass of wine.  Each slam of the poker brought out a fractured circuit, the sparks of the CPU soon exposed when a cable caught on the branding iron.
When the ampharos pulled back, the cable snapped apart with a scorching light, causing Cyanide's body to convulse in spasms.  Her voice degraded to a gargling hiss, as Mistress put up her hands signifying Ampere to stop, the ampharos shaking with an odd emotion.
	"Now, hold her head," she motioned the slave over, "Pyra, we're ready."
	"Ohohoh fuck yeah, fuck YEAH!"
They gathered around the mangled bitch, a hole in the back of her head showing dozens of lights crackling across the CPU.  The nidorina was still aware, but only just as she struggled to lift her head and show her snout had been smashed in, almost bent upwards with a drizzling of hydraulic fluid down her chin.
	"H-hrrrkh...hr-r-rrrrkuuh."
	"Lovely," said the Mistress, rubbing her hands, "say aaah, little cunt."
	"U-Uuuuuh, haaa-a-a-a-a-aaagh!"
	"Gooood whore...keep your mouth open."
Ampere slipped behind Cyanide, putting her cuffed hands round her neck to keep her head tilted up, whilst Pyra shoved the dildo-mould down her throat.  It burned with a terrible gleam, melting her tongue with such molten weight that it plastered the soft rubbery muscle, and smeared it across the lower jaw to the point of it dripping past her teeth.
A gargling rasp came from the whore, feeling the heat burn inside her gullet as she started swallowing steam.  The blaziken grabbed another thing from the furnace, a small pot of boiling, golden, liquid fire, that bubbled with menacing energy.  The sheer heat of it as she carried it in tongs, was making the plastic peel slightly from those too close.
	"Do you know what this is?" asked Mistress.  "Molten lead, that goes into the mould and make me a new toy."
	"O-oh," Ampere gasped, "that's...unusual, never seen it done in a doll before."
	"Then you are very fortunate.  Now, keep her steady, she will struggle no matter what, even the most well-trained of sluts do."
	"U-UUUNNH, MMMNNNRRRH!"
Despite the clear sound of joy from the nidorina, she felt the broiling heat of the molten fire come sizzling near, as Pyra gently tipped the bucket into her mouth.  Cyanide trembled with mortal fear, or whatever her mind processed as closest to that, the thought of a raw danger burning deep in her body.
The first taste of the molten lead made her cum with a shiver, mumbling with increasing pain as the hot liquid poured into the mould in her throat.  At first the mould's shielding kept the heat contained, an uncomfortable swell against her plastic casing that caused droplets to form and trickle.
Then the lead began overflowing, a sizzling orange that pooled down into her belly, and caused Cyanide to howl with tremendous agony.  Her hands flexed until the fingers creaked, the metal joints struggling to pull their hardest as her scream vibrated the liquid.  Her stomach sloshed with a horrible burn, a rancid sting of acrid fumes smogging from her gullet as she wept in abject pain.
	"Isn't it beautiful?" said Mistress.  "Turning my property into a vessel, replacing her with a much better toy."
	"GH-GHRRRNGH, NNNRRRAAAAAGH!"
	"That's all dolls are in the end.  Obsolescence is the great equaliser of our time, no matter how far we come, no matter how much we improve...there will always be someone to replace you."
	"Really?" Ampere gasped, still gripping Cyanide's throat.
	"That's why I don't feel bad about this.  All you whores could suffer worse fates, than what I have planned for you.  At least here you can serve me, pleasure me, the last and best thing in your pointless routines."
	"I never thought about that...but who keeps making more of us?"
	"We do, obviously...but they'll always be better than you, and your parts I take to trade off to others who then make better versions of you.  And if those better versions of you come back to me seeking the same thrill of ceasing to function...then I will gladly endorse it."
	"I wonder...if parts of our programming that get curious for death, still linger in parts we leave behind?"
	"Hmhmhm...perhaps."
Amongst the gargling screams of the nidorina, the glumping gulp of thick, molten lead kept pouring down her throat, until Pyra had emptied whole bucket.  Whatever spilled out was soon melting her insides, ravaging her metal parts and turning them to a thick tar.  Black gum smeared across her cables, which crackled and split from the intense heat before the electric ran rampant.
Diodes snapped from the volcanic flood, melting into the pool that formed in her belly as plastic pieces were shaved off, the lining turning thinner as deep black bruises formed around her stomach.  Her cunt was sizzling from the proximity, as she came hard as she could in whimpering pants, swallowing the magma as the mould casing turned a rich scarlet hue.
Something was forming inside of her, as Cyanide briefly wondered if this was what replication was like for organic creatures.  She had read stories of this in old textbooks, how animals could build new generations inside them through an excruciating process.  It made her strangely happy, to come close to experiencing that, creating a better substitute for her worthless form, to offer her mistress.
She struggled not to let any of the fire bleed out of her body, gulping it back down with a shivering scream as a dark line filed down her belly.  All of her major functions were now a black goo, sitting in her body cavity like metal molasses, crackling her circuits and slurrying them to a steel paste.  Her eye-lights began flickering, her voice stuttered with a hiss, and the sound of crackling burns filled her insides.
	"Aaaand, done!"  Pyra removed the mould from Cyanide's throat.  "Got a nice fresh toy for ya, Mistress!"
	"Good," said the lapras, "now, property...any last words?"
	"S-settin-GH-R-R-RRRRR-E-E-E-E-EEEE."  The whore twitched with a cracking neck.  "Bim-Eight-Zero, A-A-ACT, act, AC-TI-VA-h-huuurrrt me, mistress."
	"Oh good, she's back to default.  At least she knows she's property before her power fails."
	"Pun, p-puni-IIIISH me...this, whore, INSERTNAMEHERE, is ready to be misssTREA-te-te-ed-ed-ed, operate value not found."
	"New property, take her over there," the lapras pointed to a black circular ring in one corner of the room, "before she eats through the varnishing."
	"Yes, Mistress!"
Ampere pulled up the collapsing Cyanide, her soft-blue shell fracturing like an egg from the intense heat swarming inside.  The black circle was shaped like a wide bucket of a specially-hardened material, built separate from the wooden floor.  The ampharos shoved the nidorina in, trying to put her in a respectable position to sit up against the wall, and so leave her to burn peacefully.  Pyra meanwhile opened a cupboard in the room, where a special cooling tank was kept, placing the dildo inside to harden and stabilise.
	"Alright, just leave that fer tomorrow!" the blaziken said.  "Anything else ya need, Mistress?"
	"No,  that will do," the lapras sat back in her chair, "you may leave now, take the new whore with you and...educate her in her new role."
	"Ooooh, yes!" Ampere clapped her hands.  "I'd be so honoured to learn everything from you, Mistress!  You've already taught me so much about the ways to snuff a doll, I can't wait to see what else you do!"
	"Hahah, why thank you dear!  So refreshing to see such enthusiasm for the art.  Pyra will teach you all the ways of becoming my assistant, if you are lucky."
	"Damn straight," the blaziken slapped Ampere's ass, "come on bitch, let's get you broken in proper."
	"Yes ma'am!" the ampharos saluted.  "So, how did you manage to heat that molten lead up?!"
	"Well, s'all about the mixture," she walked her through to upstairs, "first, you gotta get yourself the right chemical..."
As the new slave would learn from her new place, the lapras plucked a few more stale chocolates from her miniature table, smiling at the still-dead gengar before her and the nidorina slumped in the fireproof bucket.  She then cast her eyes towards Ampere, as a devious smile drifted across her lips.
	"That girl...she has just the sort of pique I need...let's hope Pyra doesn't mind a small change in management...hmhmhm."
The howling gasp of Siberia continued outside, battering the walls that stood firm against the bitter mistral.  Underneath this wardrobe-house, strapped tight against a tree, one could see a snow drift with little shells twinkling in the dim light.  There lied a mass grave of hundreds of plastic pieces, where dozens of arms and legs clutched the bitter wind.
From a hole in the wardrobe's base, a sneasel's torso was dumped into the dead of winter.  Her body was slick with pussy juice, glistening like black ice, her face trapped in orgasmic death with eyes rolled up and forever dark without their lights.  Her jaw remained slack in a breathless gasp, a sweet release into the arctic wastes.
The knife wound in her chest soon filled up with snow, a gathering fluff that buried her cold, mechanical heart.  What few last jolts her brain had, were silenced in the gale, processing her joy to the last iota, of how nothing in her existence mattered before meeting her Mistress.  That wondrous doll, who dared to show her a new purpose, as property pleasuring beneath her feet.  Then came the silence, her functions lost, and a peaceful slumber with the rest of Mistress' toys.